Pairing: Mal/Simon

Warnings: fantasizing, aftermath of dom/sub games and thrashing, tiny bit of angst, romance

Thanks to Vae for the great beta.

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“We’re two very different people Mal and I, and who we appear to be to the other is a rose tinted view on who were really are.”

Simon flinched slightly as Inara sprayed the cool mist onto his shoulders. Perched awkwardly on his knees, he was too sore to actually sit down, which had led to numerous crude comments from Jayne who’d noticed his stiff movements and Simon’s avoidance of anywhere but the infirmary. And Inara’s shuttle. Since she’d recommended the House, and knew of the after effects of its visit, she’d wanted to see how he was.

He’d seen the surprise on her face as he’d moved stiffly inside, her offer to check over his welts as he talked accepted but only for those above his waist. His back had several marks covering it, unbroken skin which was tender to touch but not sore, not burning like his buttocks and upper thighs.

A good burn… Admittedly one that had Simon sleeping on his belly, hard cock digging into the mattress as he rubbed against it, imagining the forceful man who’d stood behind him and enjoyed his submission. The man who’d been master to start with, voice gravely and rough, the man who’d made him hurt and burn and crave the tiniest touch and hardest lash. The master soon changing to the fantasy of Mal commanding him, his captain, his master as Mal teased him with pleasure and pain and let Simon just enjoy the sensation.

“Mal sees me as a delicate flower, picked too soon and forced to live among thorns. Thrust into a life he can’t possibly understand getting enjoying or getting gratification from. Which couldn’t be further from the truth.”

Inara was still talking, distracting the grateful doctor as her voice dispelled the fantasy that was rapidly getting a rise out of him. Hands clasped over his half-hard cock, Simon hoped she didn’t notice and focused on listening rather than slipping back into the memory of one