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F: Choices
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Mal/Simon
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Mal doesn't go to Simon's room, but nor does he go to bed. Timeline here.
Mal doesn't go to his bunk. He doesn't follow Simon to his bed, either, though the temptation is there, stronger than he expected it to be. He stays where he is, unable to make the choice -- his own bed, lonely, the sheets cool against his skin, and the sweet oblivion of sleep? Or Simon's bed, warm with another's body, and a different kind of oblivion?
River is the first to wake, and she passes through like a ghost or a breath of fresh air. "The offer wasn't just for last night," she tells him, which doesn't help in the slightest. The others come and go without comment: Kaylee too sleepy for words, Jayne too uninterested, and Zoe knowing him too well. He's resigned to the fact that he ain't going to be able to sneak any sleep, but nor's he likely to move until Simon comes in. He has a feeling he's not going to be able to figure out how he feels until he sees him.
The doc, when he comes back, looks as tired as Mal feels. There's something worried, haunted, about his face, that decides Mal right there. Until he opens his mouth, though, he's not sure which option he chose.
"By the time I made my mind up, I figured you'd be asleep," he says. The coffee someone -- Kaylee? -- made him is cold now: he gulps it down anyway and stands. Simon stands there stock-still, looking shocked. "Your sister tells me it ain't just a one night offer."
"No," Simon says, and it's odd that even when he's seemingly getting what he wants, he still looks wretched. Mal reaches out to touch him, putting a hand on his shoulder. The gesture suddenly has more meaning, more electricity, than it used to.
"How about tonight, then?"
Simon swallows, clears his throat, starts to answer. He's interrupted as his mouth opens by Jayne making a disgusted sound.
"If I wanted to see a soap opera, I'd look on the cortex," he says, pushing past Simon roughly to get some food.
Mal pulls away, knowing he has things to do, but before he leaves he nods slightly at Simon and mouths one word.
'Later.'
Pairing: Mal/Simon
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Mal doesn't go to Simon's room, but nor does he go to bed. Timeline here.
Mal doesn't go to his bunk. He doesn't follow Simon to his bed, either, though the temptation is there, stronger than he expected it to be. He stays where he is, unable to make the choice -- his own bed, lonely, the sheets cool against his skin, and the sweet oblivion of sleep? Or Simon's bed, warm with another's body, and a different kind of oblivion?
River is the first to wake, and she passes through like a ghost or a breath of fresh air. "The offer wasn't just for last night," she tells him, which doesn't help in the slightest. The others come and go without comment: Kaylee too sleepy for words, Jayne too uninterested, and Zoe knowing him too well. He's resigned to the fact that he ain't going to be able to sneak any sleep, but nor's he likely to move until Simon comes in. He has a feeling he's not going to be able to figure out how he feels until he sees him.
The doc, when he comes back, looks as tired as Mal feels. There's something worried, haunted, about his face, that decides Mal right there. Until he opens his mouth, though, he's not sure which option he chose.
"By the time I made my mind up, I figured you'd be asleep," he says. The coffee someone -- Kaylee? -- made him is cold now: he gulps it down anyway and stands. Simon stands there stock-still, looking shocked. "Your sister tells me it ain't just a one night offer."
"No," Simon says, and it's odd that even when he's seemingly getting what he wants, he still looks wretched. Mal reaches out to touch him, putting a hand on his shoulder. The gesture suddenly has more meaning, more electricity, than it used to.
"How about tonight, then?"
Simon swallows, clears his throat, starts to answer. He's interrupted as his mouth opens by Jayne making a disgusted sound.
"If I wanted to see a soap opera, I'd look on the cortex," he says, pushing past Simon roughly to get some food.
Mal pulls away, knowing he has things to do, but before he leaves he nods slightly at Simon and mouths one word.
'Later.'
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