Not Mine (Simon/River)
Title: Not Mine
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: River Tam/Simon Tam
Rating: R
Warnings: Crazy Space Incest
Spoilers: None for movie.
Timeline: N/A
Disclaimers: I do not own the tv series Firefly, nor do I claim to.
Summary: That fragile broken girl isn’t Simon’s sister, and that makes everything okay.
‘She’s not my sister.’ It’s that thought that allows Simon to sleep at night. Without that thought, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to. But it was true in Simon’s mind.
That fragile little broken girl wasn’t his sister. She wasn’t the girl he’d grown up with. She wasn’t that bright and energetic little brat that teased him constantly about all the girls he had crushes on. This wasn’t the little girl who made up languages and would go weeks on end without speaking any English or Chinese.
No. This was a different girl.
Simon didn’t know this strange little child that spoke to the shadows in her head, and moved as though she were in a trance. He didn’t know the girl who spoke in senseless rhymes, or who fought constantly with the demons in her mind. Whoever this crazed girl was, she wasn’t his sister.
So, it made everything easier. The hot kisses in darkened hallways and the unnecessary physical examinations. The knock on his door every night that was the signal for River slipping into his bed, already naked and wet. The moans that echoed off his lips every night as hers tightened around his hardened member.
It was the lie that had become his life. She wasn’t his sister. Wasn’t his, and that was the only thing that kept him from throwing up at the mere thought of the things they did every night. He wasn’t sick for being in love with his sister because that fragile broken little girl wasn’t his sister.
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: River Tam/Simon Tam
Rating: R
Warnings: Crazy Space Incest
Spoilers: None for movie.
Timeline: N/A
Disclaimers: I do not own the tv series Firefly, nor do I claim to.
Summary: That fragile broken girl isn’t Simon’s sister, and that makes everything okay.
‘She’s not my sister.’ It’s that thought that allows Simon to sleep at night. Without that thought, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to. But it was true in Simon’s mind.
That fragile little broken girl wasn’t his sister. She wasn’t the girl he’d grown up with. She wasn’t that bright and energetic little brat that teased him constantly about all the girls he had crushes on. This wasn’t the little girl who made up languages and would go weeks on end without speaking any English or Chinese.
No. This was a different girl.
Simon didn’t know this strange little child that spoke to the shadows in her head, and moved as though she were in a trance. He didn’t know the girl who spoke in senseless rhymes, or who fought constantly with the demons in her mind. Whoever this crazed girl was, she wasn’t his sister.
So, it made everything easier. The hot kisses in darkened hallways and the unnecessary physical examinations. The knock on his door every night that was the signal for River slipping into his bed, already naked and wet. The moans that echoed off his lips every night as hers tightened around his hardened member.
It was the lie that had become his life. She wasn’t his sister. Wasn’t his, and that was the only thing that kept him from throwing up at the mere thought of the things they did every night. He wasn’t sick for being in love with his sister because that fragile broken little girl wasn’t his sister.