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Wuyeshi by Skripka (R-NC17)
Fandom:FIREFLY
Pairing:Mal/Simon
Author on LJ:Skripka
Author website:"Along The Rim"
Why this must be read: It's Mal feeling kind of lost and lonely and Simon being Simon. Wuyeshi means 'at midnight' and that's where this story starts. The title fits the atmosphere that surrounds the entire story and while some may see it as dark, it's not. Firefly itself is dark at times so all this story does is show the reader a part of the show that can easily be imagined happening after an episode. Even the Mal and Simon parts.
"Captain?" There was concern there. "Are you all right?" There was also the sound of movement, the shift of air. Suddenly, one of those hands was on his forehead, cool and competent. "Gaisi, you are warm. Let me get you ..." Of it's own volition, Mal's hand grasped Simon's. There was a brief frozen moment. That inner voice groaned. Or maybe it was his outer voice. Hard to tell with all that blood rushing around. "Captain ..." it was a soft question, perhaps an answer.
"Mal. Please."
"Mal." Simon moved their linked hands lower. "Will you look at me?"
His eyes opened. Those blue eyes were intense, reserved, and questioning at the same time. He could almost feel the mutual need pouring off the boy. No, not the boy, Simon. His voice caught. All he could do was reach out the other hand and touch the partially exposed hip. A slight tug, and the lithe body was ensconced firmly on his lap. The warmth against his body made him groan again.
"Are you all right?" Simon asked again. Mal just held on tighter, and pulled the twined hands to his mouth. He couldn't speak, all he could do was brush his lips against the knuckles. And then there was a fingertip, just invitingly there. Somehow, it found it's way into his mouth. Mal groaned again. Sweat, soap ... it was all Simon, and tasted like ... God, he didn't know. It was wonderful, and he sucked lightly. His eyes wandered up to Simon's face. Rapt with desire, that mouth (what a mouth) slightly opened in astonishment, the eyes going dark with lust. A nibble on the finger, a deeper draw, a sweep of the tongue and a groan was pulled out of the younger man. "Mal ... we ..." and the breath hitched in his throat.
Wuyeshi
Be sure to follow the links at the bottom of the story to read all parts of it!
Pairing:Mal/Simon
Author on LJ:Skripka
Author website:"Along The Rim"
Why this must be read: It's Mal feeling kind of lost and lonely and Simon being Simon. Wuyeshi means 'at midnight' and that's where this story starts. The title fits the atmosphere that surrounds the entire story and while some may see it as dark, it's not. Firefly itself is dark at times so all this story does is show the reader a part of the show that can easily be imagined happening after an episode. Even the Mal and Simon parts.
"Captain?" There was concern there. "Are you all right?" There was also the sound of movement, the shift of air. Suddenly, one of those hands was on his forehead, cool and competent. "Gaisi, you are warm. Let me get you ..." Of it's own volition, Mal's hand grasped Simon's. There was a brief frozen moment. That inner voice groaned. Or maybe it was his outer voice. Hard to tell with all that blood rushing around. "Captain ..." it was a soft question, perhaps an answer.
"Mal. Please."
"Mal." Simon moved their linked hands lower. "Will you look at me?"
His eyes opened. Those blue eyes were intense, reserved, and questioning at the same time. He could almost feel the mutual need pouring off the boy. No, not the boy, Simon. His voice caught. All he could do was reach out the other hand and touch the partially exposed hip. A slight tug, and the lithe body was ensconced firmly on his lap. The warmth against his body made him groan again.
"Are you all right?" Simon asked again. Mal just held on tighter, and pulled the twined hands to his mouth. He couldn't speak, all he could do was brush his lips against the knuckles. And then there was a fingertip, just invitingly there. Somehow, it found it's way into his mouth. Mal groaned again. Sweat, soap ... it was all Simon, and tasted like ... God, he didn't know. It was wonderful, and he sucked lightly. His eyes wandered up to Simon's face. Rapt with desire, that mouth (what a mouth) slightly opened in astonishment, the eyes going dark with lust. A nibble on the finger, a deeper draw, a sweep of the tongue and a groan was pulled out of the younger man. "Mal ... we ..." and the breath hitched in his throat.
Wuyeshi
Be sure to follow the links at the bottom of the story to read all parts of it!