Challenge #75--Falling asleep on the job; Wakefulness (PG)
Title: Wakefulness
Author: lvs2read
Characters: Mal, Simon
Warnings: slash
Rating: PG
Challenge: 75--Falling asleep on the job
Word Count: 180
Disclaimer: Don't own it, never did, never will--just having fun playing.
Author's Note: This is my tenth ficlet for the Challenge Redux, and continues the story begun in Black Velvet, the last chapter of which was Inquisition
Simon stumbled sleepily onto the bridge. "Mal. What’s the matter?" he asked through a yawn.
Mal turned and glanced up at him before looking back into the black. "Sorry I woke you."
"You didn't. Absence of you did. Why did you leave?" He combed his fingers through Mal's hair, while Mal slipped an arm around his hips.
"Couldn't sleep. Thought it best to get up 'fore I started tossin' 'n turnin'."
"Ah. Another nightmare?"
"Yeah." He looked up at Simon, his eyes haunted. "Don't wanna talk about it."
"All right. But come back to bed. My feet are getting cold." He flexed his toes, trying to warm them.
Mal cleared his throat and growled, "Maybe if you'd put some slippers on they wouldn't be."
"Never thought I'd hear you suggest that solution." Simon chuckled as Mal blushed. "Come on. You've got a job to do tomorrow. Wouldn't do to fall asleep during it. I'm sure I'll have enough injuries to take care of as it is."
"Keep it up, Top Three Percent, and I won't help you warm those feet."
Author: lvs2read
Characters: Mal, Simon
Warnings: slash
Rating: PG
Challenge: 75--Falling asleep on the job
Word Count: 180
Disclaimer: Don't own it, never did, never will--just having fun playing.
Author's Note: This is my tenth ficlet for the Challenge Redux, and continues the story begun in Black Velvet, the last chapter of which was Inquisition
Simon stumbled sleepily onto the bridge. "Mal. What’s the matter?" he asked through a yawn.
Mal turned and glanced up at him before looking back into the black. "Sorry I woke you."
"You didn't. Absence of you did. Why did you leave?" He combed his fingers through Mal's hair, while Mal slipped an arm around his hips.
"Couldn't sleep. Thought it best to get up 'fore I started tossin' 'n turnin'."
"Ah. Another nightmare?"
"Yeah." He looked up at Simon, his eyes haunted. "Don't wanna talk about it."
"All right. But come back to bed. My feet are getting cold." He flexed his toes, trying to warm them.
Mal cleared his throat and growled, "Maybe if you'd put some slippers on they wouldn't be."
"Never thought I'd hear you suggest that solution." Simon chuckled as Mal blushed. "Come on. You've got a job to do tomorrow. Wouldn't do to fall asleep during it. I'm sure I'll have enough injuries to take care of as it is."
"Keep it up, Top Three Percent, and I won't help you warm those feet."