Pairing: Mal/Simon

Warnings: fantasising, smut, dom/sub games, thrashing

Thanks to Vae for the great beta.

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Gorramn women!

Mal bit back the curse, not wanting to be heard by either of them, knowing at least one was more than capable of matching him in wit and with a cutting tongue. The “heard that!” that floated down on a laugh had him shutting the cargo doors behind him with a scowl.

This hadn’t been his intent on settling down at Cephallis. Stopping there had been a different plan, one he was mighty glad they were carrying out given all Serenity’s breaks and aches lately. The planet was one of the best places for parts and barter was practically a way of life for the people. Kaylee, at least, had enjoyed herself as he’d taken her around all the places.

He’d been feeling the need building for a while, feeling himself having to hold back and curb some of the things that came to his mouth, hidden thoughts that would have made blushes, mutiny or the occasional gun barrel to his face, come about. He couldn’t deny that it hadn’t ever crossed his mind that there was something that could be relieving him planetside. Lessening the ache he had, the itch he felt. It wasn’t often Mal found himself at a loss with what to do, but Kaylee was insisting the ship needed time to settle with all the parts she planned to put in her- like a kid in candy shop, she was routing through all the junk they’d picked up sweet and crooning to Serenity as she tinkered with her innards.

Whoring with Jayne hadn’t been an option, even if the merc had offered, looking more interested than Mal had liked. Everyone else had things to do or people to see. He’d even interrupted some kind of fancy tea Inara was putting on for River, the companion becoming annoyed when he’d tried hovering just to see what was going on. Bored enough to hanker for an invite. One that didn’t come.

If you can’t control yourself Mal, I suggest that you find someone who can.

He sniffed, rubbing underneath his nose at the itch the