A.N: If you don't like mild bondage (not a painful kind) don't read... if you like the kink, read on! Hehe.

If a person stood outside Simon Tam's room at this very moment, they would hear nothing. Not a sound, just complete silence. If a person stood outside of Malcolm Reynolds room, however, they were hear muffled moans, gasps, and all the other noises that come with lovers. The person would hear silence at Simon's because Simon was, in fact, the person inside Mal's room, making those noises with him. The person would then probably put two and two together, get five, and would absolutely right as they walk away, pretending they heard nothing.

Mal pulled away from Simon with a noise similar to that of a plunger when its pulled away from sticking to a surface and allowed himself a moment to catch his breath, as Simon lay panting beside him.

"Hell, Doctor..." Mal breathed, looking over at Simon. "Thought you failed at relationships?" Simon chuckled and grinned.

"Relationships, yes. I never said I was a bad kisser." he said cheekily, earning a kiss from Mal for it. Simon held him close as Mal kissed him deeply.

They were still fully clothed, but given that they were the only ones in the room, that wouldn't be so for too much longer. Mal kissed him so deeply this time that when he pulled away, it took Simon a few moments to recover, chest heaving breathlessly as Mal fumbled for something in a drawer. It took Simon a moment to realize that when Mal grabbed his arm, he was clipping something cold and metallic around it. Simon heard an unfortunately familiar clicking sound and suddenly felt his wrist closed in a handcuff.

"Mal... what are you doing!?" Simon asked him in alarm as Mal handcuffed his wrist to bed post behind him. Mal grinned, and went around the other side of the bed, taking Simon's other wrist and clipping it into a second set. Simon was so astounded that he didn't even consider trying to pull away, and soon his other wrist was cuffed above him, rendering him helpless.