A Thoughtful Sort of Day by Edwardina (NC-17)
Fandom: FIREFLY
Pairing: Mal/Simon
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: Unknown
Why this must be read:
Every fangirl needs a little kink in their life. And so I present you with “A Thoughtful Sort of Day”. And a bonus, the dialogue between Zoe and Mal makes me cracks up. Short, but hot and cute all rolled into one great little gorram bundle.
Excerpt:
She smiled indulgently at Mal and Simon as she turned and headed out toward the crew bunks, sipping at her tea. The moment she was out of sight, Mal throttled into motion, rounding the counter and pushing Simon up against it roughly, knee cutting between his legs, thigh pressing into his groin.
"You wearin' it?" he demanded.
Simon nodded quickly, seeming dumbfounded as to why he was suddenly blockaded up against the counter.
"You answer me with words," Mal told him, relishing the way Simon's face looked up-close -- the heated flush of his skin, the crystalline blue of his eyes as they stared obediently up at him.
"Yes... I'm wearing it," he uttered softly. Mal raised his brow, pressing in a little harder at the hip, just until Simon's eyelashes fluttered a little and he added, "Captain."
A Thoughtful Sort of Day
Pairing: Mal/Simon
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: Unknown
Why this must be read:
Every fangirl needs a little kink in their life. And so I present you with “A Thoughtful Sort of Day”. And a bonus, the dialogue between Zoe and Mal makes me cracks up. Short, but hot and cute all rolled into one great little gorram bundle.
Excerpt:
She smiled indulgently at Mal and Simon as she turned and headed out toward the crew bunks, sipping at her tea. The moment she was out of sight, Mal throttled into motion, rounding the counter and pushing Simon up against it roughly, knee cutting between his legs, thigh pressing into his groin.
"You wearin' it?" he demanded.
Simon nodded quickly, seeming dumbfounded as to why he was suddenly blockaded up against the counter.
"You answer me with words," Mal told him, relishing the way Simon's face looked up-close -- the heated flush of his skin, the crystalline blue of his eyes as they stared obediently up at him.
"Yes... I'm wearing it," he uttered softly. Mal raised his brow, pressing in a little harder at the hip, just until Simon's eyelashes fluttered a little and he added, "Captain."
A Thoughtful Sort of Day