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F: Maxim
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Mal/Simon
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Every kind of complication. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
feywood on my first kisses meme.
You don't get involved with crew.
That's been his motto ever since he decided on the life: a boat, a crew, and the sky, and jobs when they could find them. You don't get involved with crew. It's up there with "don't get involved with crazy people, in any manner" and "don't invite trouble more than is strictly necessary for adding a little spice and variety".
The Tams are doing all kinds of rearranging to his life, just by their very presence. River's crazy enough for a boatload, and the two of them together practically spell trouble even if they never even moved from their rooms.
Still, he ain't gettin' rid of them -- he still needs a medic, after all, and he privately doubts that they'd ever find anyone new to match Simon. Top three percent and actually from MedAcad? Not to mention his sure, steady hands, his endearing notions that he had some control over his life and his cute tendency to think he could get his way. There was probably nobody like him flying -- at least not on their kind of ship.
(He's not sure when Simon got endearing and cute, but he dismisses that thought as something he doesn't want to examine.)
He was going to hold onto the first maxim, anyway. Don't get involved with crew. But Simon is all kinds of handsome and right now is about five inches from him, fussin' over him and probably scolding. He always goes in hands first, Mal's noticed: wanting to touch, to connect, to make things right by doing. Idealistic and yet not worried about getting his hands dirty.
He's like every kind of complication Mal's always intended to avoid.
Doesn't stop Mal kissing him, savouring the way his mouth goes slack with shock, savouring the way he kisses back all of a sudden like he's drowning, like he's needy.
"I'm just fine, Doc," he tells him, when he pulls back. Simon's blinking too hard, wondering what just happened, to say anything. Mal kinda likes him that way.
Pairing: Mal/Simon
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Every kind of complication. For
feywood on my first kisses meme.You don't get involved with crew.
That's been his motto ever since he decided on the life: a boat, a crew, and the sky, and jobs when they could find them. You don't get involved with crew. It's up there with "don't get involved with crazy people, in any manner" and "don't invite trouble more than is strictly necessary for adding a little spice and variety".
The Tams are doing all kinds of rearranging to his life, just by their very presence. River's crazy enough for a boatload, and the two of them together practically spell trouble even if they never even moved from their rooms.
Still, he ain't gettin' rid of them -- he still needs a medic, after all, and he privately doubts that they'd ever find anyone new to match Simon. Top three percent and actually from MedAcad? Not to mention his sure, steady hands, his endearing notions that he had some control over his life and his cute tendency to think he could get his way. There was probably nobody like him flying -- at least not on their kind of ship.
(He's not sure when Simon got endearing and cute, but he dismisses that thought as something he doesn't want to examine.)
He was going to hold onto the first maxim, anyway. Don't get involved with crew. But Simon is all kinds of handsome and right now is about five inches from him, fussin' over him and probably scolding. He always goes in hands first, Mal's noticed: wanting to touch, to connect, to make things right by doing. Idealistic and yet not worried about getting his hands dirty.
He's like every kind of complication Mal's always intended to avoid.
Doesn't stop Mal kissing him, savouring the way his mouth goes slack with shock, savouring the way he kisses back all of a sudden like he's drowning, like he's needy.
"I'm just fine, Doc," he tells him, when he pulls back. Simon's blinking too hard, wondering what just happened, to say anything. Mal kinda likes him that way.