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Meeting the Challenge by Clayangel (PG-13)
Fandom: FIREFLY
Pairing: Mal/Simon
Author on LJ: Clayangel
Author Website: "Land of Toast"
Why this Must be read: Simon's no nonsense approach, Mal's grumpiness. Both in character along with a great River voice. Also there's humor and some great conversation between the characters.
“About what you heard in the cargo bay...” he says quietly, and then pauses, actually looking Mal in the eye. “How much did you hear, anyway?”
Mal shrugs. “Enough.” He doesn’t want to be having this conversation now, doesn’t want to be having it ever for that matter, so before Simon can continue, Mal hurries to end it before it’s begun. “It don’t bother me none if you’re sly–“
“I’m not,” Simon interrupts, but Mal ignores him.
“–just stay away from me and we’re square, got it?”
Simon is blushing again, but he looks furious, and Mal takes a moment to wonder just which circus freak represents him. Something about that anger makes Mal want to play, even now when he wishes this conversation wasn’t happening.
“If you think,” Simon is spitting out, eyes hard, “that I would ever–“
“I must admit that I have a right fine ass,” Mal smiles, running a hand over the back of his pants, all light and sunshine now, giving the boy a shit eating grin when Simon cuts himself off, eyes inevitably darting down to where Mal is still caressing himself. “It’s no wonder that you fancy me, but I don’t swing that way, son.”
Story
Pairing: Mal/Simon
Author on LJ: Clayangel
Author Website: "Land of Toast"
Why this Must be read: Simon's no nonsense approach, Mal's grumpiness. Both in character along with a great River voice. Also there's humor and some great conversation between the characters.
“About what you heard in the cargo bay...” he says quietly, and then pauses, actually looking Mal in the eye. “How much did you hear, anyway?”
Mal shrugs. “Enough.” He doesn’t want to be having this conversation now, doesn’t want to be having it ever for that matter, so before Simon can continue, Mal hurries to end it before it’s begun. “It don’t bother me none if you’re sly–“
“I’m not,” Simon interrupts, but Mal ignores him.
“–just stay away from me and we’re square, got it?”
Simon is blushing again, but he looks furious, and Mal takes a moment to wonder just which circus freak represents him. Something about that anger makes Mal want to play, even now when he wishes this conversation wasn’t happening.
“If you think,” Simon is spitting out, eyes hard, “that I would ever–“
“I must admit that I have a right fine ass,” Mal smiles, running a hand over the back of his pants, all light and sunshine now, giving the boy a shit eating grin when Simon cuts himself off, eyes inevitably darting down to where Mal is still caressing himself. “It’s no wonder that you fancy me, but I don’t swing that way, son.”
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