Kiss You Better
Title: Kiss You Better
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Mal/Simon
Notes: For wildannuette. She wanted something written while Simon was hurting and healing from the wound in Heart of Gold. I hope this does suffice!
Doctors make bad patients; Mal had told himself that time and again but that didn't mean he took it any better. Sure, it'd been bad when Simon got shot, but having him tell everyone he was just fine and that he could look after himself; well, that irked him.
The thing was, the Doc was probably right. He probably could look after himself a lot better than any of the crew could. He gives himself shots, sorts out his own bandages; everything. It made Mal uncomfortable that he weren't helping all that much.
It had just been a few days when Mal snapped out of sheer frustration and pushed River - literally - from the infirmary. She didn't complain or kick his ass so he figured she knew what was on his mind as he strolled up to an alarmed looking Doctor in the middle of administering yet another painkiller.
The needle gun clunked to the floor as their lips met far too suddenly and Simon jerked his head back as though he'd been stung. "Wait. Mal. What are you-" he started, but he was cut off at the soft-rough touch of lips once again. This time he melted back, closing his eyes and Mal loved the give of lips, the wet touch of tongues, the little noise Simon made in the back of his throat. The Captain was so deep into it that his heart skipped a beat in shock as a gap formed abruptly between them. "Wait."
"What?" asked Mal, and he was quite pleased with how irritated that sounded.
"What are you doing?"
"Well," said Mal, "I can't help you out medically. And quite honestly you've been raisin' my heckles the last few days how you been actin' so I was thinkin' maybe I need to help you relax. Take your mind of it." Not stand back and be useless, he thought.
"Oh," replied Simon, as eloquent as ever. "Okay then."
He didn't look as though he minded this time as Mal leant in once again.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Mal/Simon
Notes: For wildannuette. She wanted something written while Simon was hurting and healing from the wound in Heart of Gold. I hope this does suffice!
Doctors make bad patients; Mal had told himself that time and again but that didn't mean he took it any better. Sure, it'd been bad when Simon got shot, but having him tell everyone he was just fine and that he could look after himself; well, that irked him.
The thing was, the Doc was probably right. He probably could look after himself a lot better than any of the crew could. He gives himself shots, sorts out his own bandages; everything. It made Mal uncomfortable that he weren't helping all that much.
It had just been a few days when Mal snapped out of sheer frustration and pushed River - literally - from the infirmary. She didn't complain or kick his ass so he figured she knew what was on his mind as he strolled up to an alarmed looking Doctor in the middle of administering yet another painkiller.
The needle gun clunked to the floor as their lips met far too suddenly and Simon jerked his head back as though he'd been stung. "Wait. Mal. What are you-" he started, but he was cut off at the soft-rough touch of lips once again. This time he melted back, closing his eyes and Mal loved the give of lips, the wet touch of tongues, the little noise Simon made in the back of his throat. The Captain was so deep into it that his heart skipped a beat in shock as a gap formed abruptly between them. "Wait."
"What?" asked Mal, and he was quite pleased with how irritated that sounded.
"What are you doing?"
"Well," said Mal, "I can't help you out medically. And quite honestly you've been raisin' my heckles the last few days how you been actin' so I was thinkin' maybe I need to help you relax. Take your mind of it." Not stand back and be useless, he thought.
"Oh," replied Simon, as eloquent as ever. "Okay then."
He didn't look as though he minded this time as Mal leant in once again.