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F: Hide and Seek
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Simon/River
Warnings: Incest
Rating: G
Summary: She's tired of him hiding what he wants. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
feywood on my first kisses meme.
"You shouldn't," she says, popping her head round the door. Simon's got over jumping when she pops up unexpectedly. If he hadn't, he'd be spending his life jumping like a frog.
"Mei-mei," he says, and then, "What shouldn't I do?"
"Hold back. Hide." She slips into the room, sliding his door closed behind her. Her feet are bare, as usual. They barely make any sound on the cool hard floor. She sits in his lap immediately, facing him, before he can move or put his encyclopedia down. Automatically, he puts his arms around her.
"I'm not hiding," he says. He can smell her hair, her skin, soap and shampoo and a little sweat. She rolls her eyes at him, fondly, cups the back of his neck.
"Always hiding. Always holding back. Never take what you want. Never anything for you."
"River -- "
She moves closer to him, curling her arm round his neck, resting her forehead against his. "Never admit that you might ever want."
"River -- "
"Sshh," she says, reaching up and placing her fingers on his lips. "Can't talk when you're hiding. Give yourself away. And then I'll find you."
"I always was bad at hide and seek."
"Predictable," she agrees, and then she's kissing him -- sudden and sweet and sure, so sweet that for a moment he has no thought of even protesting, even though there are so many reasons why he should: she's his sister, she's mentally unstable, she's... "Found you," she says, against his mouth, and he gives in.
Pairing: Simon/River
Warnings: Incest
Rating: G
Summary: She's tired of him hiding what he wants. For
feywood on my first kisses meme."You shouldn't," she says, popping her head round the door. Simon's got over jumping when she pops up unexpectedly. If he hadn't, he'd be spending his life jumping like a frog.
"Mei-mei," he says, and then, "What shouldn't I do?"
"Hold back. Hide." She slips into the room, sliding his door closed behind her. Her feet are bare, as usual. They barely make any sound on the cool hard floor. She sits in his lap immediately, facing him, before he can move or put his encyclopedia down. Automatically, he puts his arms around her.
"I'm not hiding," he says. He can smell her hair, her skin, soap and shampoo and a little sweat. She rolls her eyes at him, fondly, cups the back of his neck.
"Always hiding. Always holding back. Never take what you want. Never anything for you."
"River -- "
She moves closer to him, curling her arm round his neck, resting her forehead against his. "Never admit that you might ever want."
"River -- "
"Sshh," she says, reaching up and placing her fingers on his lips. "Can't talk when you're hiding. Give yourself away. And then I'll find you."
"I always was bad at hide and seek."
"Predictable," she agrees, and then she's kissing him -- sudden and sweet and sure, so sweet that for a moment he has no thought of even protesting, even though there are so many reasons why he should: she's his sister, she's mentally unstable, she's... "Found you," she says, against his mouth, and he gives in.
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