![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
F: Afterwards
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Mal/Simon
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Simon didn't expect quite so much cuddling. Timeline here.
"I didn't think you'd be one to cuddle afterwards," Simon says. He sounds far too amused. Mal bites at his jaw.
"Shut up, you."
"Yes, captain."
"And wipe that smirk off your face, boy."
"Mmhmmm." Simon shifts slightly, running his fingers through Mal's hair and stealing a kiss. "Didn't say I didn't like it, though. I didn't think it'd tire you out so completely, either."
"Three rounds of sex have a way of doing that to old men like me," Mal mutters. He should probably move, actually, since he's sprawled halfway over Simon and the boy's no doubt getting quite tired of his weight. But he's comfortable as it is, and Simon can't mind all that much, because he's still smiling and making pleased noises, still touching Mal lazily and almost possessively, as if he's right glad to be able to do it. Mal should probably mind that, but somehow it doesn't matter all that much.
"What does this make us, anyway?" Simon asks, after a short silence. "I mean -- are we... fuck buddies, or..."
Those words sound horribly strange coming out of Simon's mouth. And kind of teenage. "I was thinking 'lovers'," Mal says, before he really thinks about it, and he's almost startled by the sudden light in Simon's eyes.
"Mal -- "
"As long as you don't have any objection to that thought, of course."
The kiss he gets in response feels rather like a yes.
Pairing: Mal/Simon
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Simon didn't expect quite so much cuddling. Timeline here.
"I didn't think you'd be one to cuddle afterwards," Simon says. He sounds far too amused. Mal bites at his jaw.
"Shut up, you."
"Yes, captain."
"And wipe that smirk off your face, boy."
"Mmhmmm." Simon shifts slightly, running his fingers through Mal's hair and stealing a kiss. "Didn't say I didn't like it, though. I didn't think it'd tire you out so completely, either."
"Three rounds of sex have a way of doing that to old men like me," Mal mutters. He should probably move, actually, since he's sprawled halfway over Simon and the boy's no doubt getting quite tired of his weight. But he's comfortable as it is, and Simon can't mind all that much, because he's still smiling and making pleased noises, still touching Mal lazily and almost possessively, as if he's right glad to be able to do it. Mal should probably mind that, but somehow it doesn't matter all that much.
"What does this make us, anyway?" Simon asks, after a short silence. "I mean -- are we... fuck buddies, or..."
Those words sound horribly strange coming out of Simon's mouth. And kind of teenage. "I was thinking 'lovers'," Mal says, before he really thinks about it, and he's almost startled by the sudden light in Simon's eyes.
"Mal -- "
"As long as you don't have any objection to that thought, of course."
The kiss he gets in response feels rather like a yes.