Challenge 110--Color; Nerves (G)
Title: Nerves
Author: lvs2read
Rating: G
Characters: Mal, Simon
Warning: pre-slash
Word Count: 234
Disclaimer: Don't own it, never did, never will--just having fun playing.
Author's Note: Written for the ff_friday challenge #110 prompt--color. Also, this is a companion piece to a ficlet I wrote for the Black Velvet prompt at promptsomeslash.
Simon smoothed his hands down the front of the vest he was wearing--chocolate brown, shot through with blue and silver--still unable to believe that Mal, of all people, had bought it for him at their last stop. Nor could he believe that Mal had actually asked him out to dinner. But the proof was there in the note on his bed:
Cargo Bay. 1700 hours. Don't be late.
At least, he hoped it was proof, and not another practical joke. It was almost 1700 hours. Time to find out. He slipped a jacket on and headed to the cargo bay.
The sight that met his eyes when he walked into the cargo bay left him breathless. Mal was there, waiting impatiently, looking magnificent. His ever present suspenders and brown duster were missing. Instead he wore a black suit that fit to perfection.
Mal turned in time to see Simon staring at him. "So, Doc, do I pass muster?" he asked, with a mocking tilt to his eyebrow.
"What? Oh. Yes. Definitely."
"Shall we go, then?" Mal waved Simon off the boat in front of him, taking a good look at him as they walked out into the sun. He nodded in satisfaction and muttered, "Knew it."
"What did you know, Captain?"
"Wha'? Oh. Um," Mal hesitated then said in a rush, "Knew the colors in that vest matched your hair and eyes."
Author: lvs2read
Rating: G
Characters: Mal, Simon
Warning: pre-slash
Word Count: 234
Disclaimer: Don't own it, never did, never will--just having fun playing.
Author's Note: Written for the ff_friday challenge #110 prompt--color. Also, this is a companion piece to a ficlet I wrote for the Black Velvet prompt at promptsomeslash.
Simon smoothed his hands down the front of the vest he was wearing--chocolate brown, shot through with blue and silver--still unable to believe that Mal, of all people, had bought it for him at their last stop. Nor could he believe that Mal had actually asked him out to dinner. But the proof was there in the note on his bed:
Cargo Bay. 1700 hours. Don't be late.
At least, he hoped it was proof, and not another practical joke. It was almost 1700 hours. Time to find out. He slipped a jacket on and headed to the cargo bay.
The sight that met his eyes when he walked into the cargo bay left him breathless. Mal was there, waiting impatiently, looking magnificent. His ever present suspenders and brown duster were missing. Instead he wore a black suit that fit to perfection.
Mal turned in time to see Simon staring at him. "So, Doc, do I pass muster?" he asked, with a mocking tilt to his eyebrow.
"What? Oh. Yes. Definitely."
"Shall we go, then?" Mal waved Simon off the boat in front of him, taking a good look at him as they walked out into the sun. He nodded in satisfaction and muttered, "Knew it."
"What did you know, Captain?"
"Wha'? Oh. Um," Mal hesitated then said in a rush, "Knew the colors in that vest matched your hair and eyes."