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F: Fireworks
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Mal/Simon
Warnings: Smut
Rating: NC17
Summary: Late night visits. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fic_on_demand.
"River? Is that you?"
He sits up in bed carefully, hiding an undignified face splitting yawn and running a hand through his hair, looking around the darkened room carefully and not finding any answers as to what woke him up.
"River?"
"No. Me."
He recognises the voice, of course. "Mal?"
He's more puzzled than pissed, pulling the cover up around him and reaching for the light. Before he touches it, Mal stops him, taking his hand gently, fingers carefully tangling with his. "Yeah. Sorry I woke you."
Simon eyes the hand that Mal is holding suspiciously. He doesn't understand. Not yet, anyway. Not until Mal leans down and kisses him, almost gentle except with that edge of roughness that characterises Mal so perfectly, that he should have expected. Eyes wide, he kisses back, taking a deep breath when Mal pulls away. "What're you... what're you doing in here?"
"Nothing."
The bed dips as Mal sits down, and Simon huffs softly. He never makes any sense, this man, and nor is Simon as Mal kisses him again, fingers tangling in his hair. "Damn it, Mal..."
"Fine. Just wanted to see you."
"What makes you think -- mmph."
Mal smiles. Simon's eyes are more used to the dark now and he can see the smile, the slight glint in Mal's eyes. "What makes me think you want this? Come on, doc, I've seen you looking at me. Can't tell me taking advantage of a mutual attraction is a bad idea, can you?"
Simon can think of a lot of reasons why it's a bad idea. Usually. Not now, not in his room, not with Mal sat on his bed and kissing him like that. He tugs Mal back to him and kisses him to give the answer he doesn't have, making a soft sound as Mal's tongue pushes into his mouth.
And from there it goes too quickly for comfort. One minute they're still kissing and the next -- as if by magic -- Simon is on his back and naked with Mal warm and bare on top of him. Mal's skin is warm under his hands and their mouths are hot against each other.
"You ever...?"
"No."
Mal nods. And goes gently, slowly, maddeningly slowly, preparing him carefully and pressing his fingers in deep. Simon squeezes his eyes tight shut, feeling like he's seeing what could be stars, panting softly while Mal's fingers move against that spot, a little rougher now as he watches Simon squirm a little.
"Mal -- "
"Sshh."
And then there's more, Mal pushing into him, skin hot against his, thrusting forward a little roughly, but not hard enough to hurt. Just hard enough to add an edge and Simon moans. Mal hushes him again, covering his mouth with his own, and they kiss while Mal starts to rock his hips, making him close his eyes tight again.
Mal can't keep a slow and gentle pace for long, but that's okay, because Simon doesn't want him to. He holds on tight to Mal, though, moaning a rare curse in Chinese as Mal thrusts particularly hard and deep and makes his back arch off the bed.
Quicker, then, and hotter, Mal's mouth against his and then on his neck, and a hand wrapped round him, stroking and tugging him along to much needed release, quicker, and, "oh god," he whispers, and then it's over, far too soon and never soon enough, Mal holding himself up above him while they both shake and shiver their way back to some kind of coherence.
"Knew you just needed to... loosen up a bit," Mal pants softly in his ear, and he huffs softly as he pulls him down to rest beside him, half on top of him.
Moments later, Mal is warm and already asleep beside him, arm over his waist, his breathing soft, and Simon is staring at the ceiling and asking himself why and if he really minds and if that was really as good as he thought it was. And then River peeks in at the doorway. She smiles at them.
"Like fireworks!" she says, softly, and Simon cringes inwardly at the realisation she knows exactly what they've just been doing.
Pairing: Mal/Simon
Warnings: Smut
Rating: NC17
Summary: Late night visits. For
fic_on_demand."River? Is that you?"
He sits up in bed carefully, hiding an undignified face splitting yawn and running a hand through his hair, looking around the darkened room carefully and not finding any answers as to what woke him up.
"River?"
"No. Me."
He recognises the voice, of course. "Mal?"
He's more puzzled than pissed, pulling the cover up around him and reaching for the light. Before he touches it, Mal stops him, taking his hand gently, fingers carefully tangling with his. "Yeah. Sorry I woke you."
Simon eyes the hand that Mal is holding suspiciously. He doesn't understand. Not yet, anyway. Not until Mal leans down and kisses him, almost gentle except with that edge of roughness that characterises Mal so perfectly, that he should have expected. Eyes wide, he kisses back, taking a deep breath when Mal pulls away. "What're you... what're you doing in here?"
"Nothing."
The bed dips as Mal sits down, and Simon huffs softly. He never makes any sense, this man, and nor is Simon as Mal kisses him again, fingers tangling in his hair. "Damn it, Mal..."
"Fine. Just wanted to see you."
"What makes you think -- mmph."
Mal smiles. Simon's eyes are more used to the dark now and he can see the smile, the slight glint in Mal's eyes. "What makes me think you want this? Come on, doc, I've seen you looking at me. Can't tell me taking advantage of a mutual attraction is a bad idea, can you?"
Simon can think of a lot of reasons why it's a bad idea. Usually. Not now, not in his room, not with Mal sat on his bed and kissing him like that. He tugs Mal back to him and kisses him to give the answer he doesn't have, making a soft sound as Mal's tongue pushes into his mouth.
And from there it goes too quickly for comfort. One minute they're still kissing and the next -- as if by magic -- Simon is on his back and naked with Mal warm and bare on top of him. Mal's skin is warm under his hands and their mouths are hot against each other.
"You ever...?"
"No."
Mal nods. And goes gently, slowly, maddeningly slowly, preparing him carefully and pressing his fingers in deep. Simon squeezes his eyes tight shut, feeling like he's seeing what could be stars, panting softly while Mal's fingers move against that spot, a little rougher now as he watches Simon squirm a little.
"Mal -- "
"Sshh."
And then there's more, Mal pushing into him, skin hot against his, thrusting forward a little roughly, but not hard enough to hurt. Just hard enough to add an edge and Simon moans. Mal hushes him again, covering his mouth with his own, and they kiss while Mal starts to rock his hips, making him close his eyes tight again.
Mal can't keep a slow and gentle pace for long, but that's okay, because Simon doesn't want him to. He holds on tight to Mal, though, moaning a rare curse in Chinese as Mal thrusts particularly hard and deep and makes his back arch off the bed.
Quicker, then, and hotter, Mal's mouth against his and then on his neck, and a hand wrapped round him, stroking and tugging him along to much needed release, quicker, and, "oh god," he whispers, and then it's over, far too soon and never soon enough, Mal holding himself up above him while they both shake and shiver their way back to some kind of coherence.
"Knew you just needed to... loosen up a bit," Mal pants softly in his ear, and he huffs softly as he pulls him down to rest beside him, half on top of him.
Moments later, Mal is warm and already asleep beside him, arm over his waist, his breathing soft, and Simon is staring at the ceiling and asking himself why and if he really minds and if that was really as good as he thought it was. And then River peeks in at the doorway. She smiles at them.
"Like fireworks!" she says, softly, and Simon cringes inwardly at the realisation she knows exactly what they've just been doing.
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