Translations:

Tiān xiǎode- Heaven knows

Bǎobèi- Baby

cāo!- Fuck

Duìbùqǐ- I'm sorry

Wo Ai Ni –I Love you

Italics are Simon's thoughts/Mandarin.

Simon wakes with only one thought alert in his mind.

River.

He shouldn't have slept in the Captian's room, he thought. River could have had a nightmare and he wouldn't have been there to chase it away.

Simon gets out of bed quickly and grabs his boxers from the night before. He smiles when he thinks back to Mal. He pulls his boxers up quickly and turns slowly to face the bed. Empty. He frowns when thoughts of doubt creep into his mind.

He hoped that Mal hadn't regretted what happened, he thinks as he puts his pants on hurriedly and backs away from the bed slowly. His eyes never leave sight of the ruffled sheets until the coldness of the ladder hits his naked back.

He wishes the coldness was Mal's warmth.

Simon turns to face the ladder then climbs it quickly. He opens the hatch with some difficulty before stepping onto the cold metal floor with bare feet. He could tell that it was early morning by the quietness of the ship. Serenity's hum was the only voice that could be heard. He walked until he reached River's room. His heart dropped when he opened the door, only to find her not there. Simon's breath quickened with nervous worry. He turns around when he heard loud footsteps approaching. A smile spread on his lips when he looked up to meet the Captian's smiling eyes. Mal walks to him slowly and places his hand on his hip.

Mal was completely dressed, gun in holster and suspenders up over a wrinkled maroon colored shirt.

"Don't go worrying yourself. Your sis is alrigh' Kaylee's gone and bunked herself up with her for the nigh'."

"I see.. That was very kind of her. I know how River loves their sleepovers. I should go and check on her."

"It's bout' three in the morning Doc. The only reason I got for being up was checking up on your kin. And now that I know she's sound I'm headin' back to my bunk, where I will be expectin' a hot piece of tail waitin' for me.

"Oh? So I'm just a "piece of tail" am I?" Simon smirks at Mal and hangs his arms around the Captain's neck. Mal smiles at Simon's blatant affection.

"That would be a negative Doc. A hot piece of tail is what I got."

Simon looks past Mal, nervously. Mal senses his worry and pulls the doctor into his own room adjacent from River's. There was a chill in the small room which caused a shirtless Simon to breakout in goosebumbs. Simon reaches down and unbuckles Mal's gun holster and gently sets it on the floor. Mal amends the Doctor's chilled flesh by dragging both their bodies onto the small bed. He covers Simon with a blanket. Simon is tucked in the corner securely and wrapped in strong arms; he faces Mal with open eyes. The Captain's eyes are closed; his breath hits Simon in gentle warm waves.

Simon can tell that the Captain is faking his slumber, by the slight sporadic smirk that can't fully be hidden. Simon takes his time looking at Mal. He pulls his arm out of the spot that it was wedged in by Mal's chest. Simon's hand hovers over his Captain's face. He gently traces two fingers across the tanned skin of Mal's forehead focusing on the slight wrinkles. Steady fingers float across the relaxed flesh until Simon gives in and touches the heated skin. From there, he lightly drags a single digit to the center of Mal's nose.

Simon smiles at the imperfection of the cartilage, the slight crookedness that the nose possesses. Fingers briefly rest against a warm cheek that has become flushed. Simon places two fingers on top of the closed lids of Mal's eyes. He takes note of the space that lies between them, the wide-set eyes that are so very, Mal Reynolds. Simon blows cool air in Mal's direction. Mal manages to hide a smirk but can't manage without licking his lips. Simon's hand tucks itself neatly into Mal's hair and finds the reattached ear. Simon tries to feel for any imperfections under the thin skin of the cartilage. He finds nothing but a slight decrease in temperature regulation at the tip of the ear.

Simon's hand removes itself from Mal's ear and rests itself on Mal's neck. He cups the moist skin and reaches his hand under the fabric of the shirt to massage the flesh underneath. He rests his forehead against his partner's and kisses him on the chin. Simon toys with the buttons of Mal's, shirt, popping each one out of their hole. He carefully tugs each suspender off of strong shoulders.

Mal's breathing increases and his mouth opens slightly. He breaths in deeply and closes his eyes tighter. A smirk turns into a smile on his lips. Simon stares at Mal with playful calculation. He tugs the shirt off of the Captain's body, with some difficulty. Simon pushes Mal to lie on his back. He hovers over him, one hand supporting his own weight while the other rests upon a bare chest. Simon places his head on the naked chest and wraps both arms around Mal's torso.

Simon kisses the area of skin that he can reach. Quick dry kisses then long wet sucks. Mal lets out a loud moan in the quiet room which somewhat startles Simon, but only for a second. Simon continues his ministrations on Mal's chest while his hands work to get the Captain's belt off.

"Malcom Reynolds, you are by far the most tantalizing specimen I have ever come across."

Simon didn't look up to see Mal's reaction. He continued re-exploring the body that he increasingly desired more and more. A physical form that was so tangible and compliant matched with a man's arrogant yet gentle soul was the perfect medication to cure his loneliness.

Simon wasn't used to routine in terms of relationships. He hadn't had much experience in long term monogamy. The small amounts of relationships that he had, if they could even be termed relationships, were always brief with no sense of a tomorrow. It wasn't as if he was completely inexperienced sexually. But he wasn't exactly comfortable or relaxed with sexual relations. There was always some complication. A stray thought that would cloud in the back of his mind, of some kind of nervousness or insecurity.

He never felt insecure with Mal. He sometimes felt nervous but it wasn't that threatening type of nervous but the anxious kind. He wanted Mal. He wanted a relationship, a substantial thing that could be nurtured and fought over. But he wasn't sure if that was what Mal desired. He knew that the Captain tried not to think too far ahead.

After taking off the Captain's shoes, Simon finally looked up at Mal. Simon's cheeks were flushed. His hands trembled slightly at the sight of Mal looking back at him with strange intensity. Mal pushed himself up and kissed Simon's forehead, for a long while before speaking against damp skin.

"Tiān xiǎode, what you do to me Bǎobèi."

Simon took off his own pants while Mal kissed his jaw. The Captain's hands weren't as gentle as the doctor's when they pulled down the thin fabric Simon's boxers.

Simon's embarrassment cooled off quickly when he caught sight of Mal's steady gaze locked onto his own. Mal finishs taking off his own pants and leaves them at his ankles. He continues to stare at Simon he licks his lips and rests his head against Simon's own, once more. Mal closes his eyes and reaches down to feel Simon's erection.

"Already hard for me, Bǎobèi ? I barely did any touchin'"

Mal's voice was deeply under the sedation of lust. Simon let out a cry when Mal squeezed a little too hard on his erection. Mal abandoned Simon's abused organ only to cradle the Doctor's ass with both hands. Mal jerks his hips forward against Simon's.

Simon let's out high pitched moans between Mal's non-relenting grinds against his erection. Mal grabs underneath Simon's legs and pulls up. Simon falls back against the small bed with hard force. When his head hits the wall and Mal halts.

"Cāo! Duìbùqǐ, Bǎobèi. Duìbùqǐ!"

Simon's hand rested on the back of his skull. Pain flashed quickly in his eyes. He resisted the urge to psychoanalyze Mal's obsessive behavior to sexually dominate him. Sadomasochism was a reoccurring thought.

"I'm fine Mal, really. Just try to be a bit more careful alright? I'm fine. You're fine, no harm done."

Simon breathed heavily while maintaining his eye contact with Mal, trying to reassure him with his gaze.

Mal still held onto the back of Simon's legs. He looked down at Simon with confusion and worry.

Simon moved his hand away from his injury. He made a mental note that if he were to have a concussion it wouldn't occur until later. Simon laid his hands down on still mattress, palms up. Mal resisted the instinct to claim him right then. Simon smiled up at him and nodded.

"I'm alright, Mal. Really."

Mal gently sets Simon's hips down on the mattress and rests his head on the Doctor's lower abdomen above Simon's dying erection.

"I'm not much used to beddin' a man. Haven't done so, in a long while and those times that I have, there wasn't much lovemakin' being made."

Simon looked at Mal with understanding. He ran his hands through Mal's light brown hair. Simon's breathing relaxed more when Mal ran his hands up and down the length of his thighs.

Mal's head moved down Simon body to revive the Doctor's lost erection. Mal was gentle while he wrapped a hand around the base of the Doctor's penis. He enclosed the Simon's heated organ in his mouth, using his tongue to flick across the head. Mal pulled his mouth off of Simon, in turn of straddling him. Mal looked down at Simon for some moments and then in a fluid movement got off the bed and walked briskly out of the room.

Simon called out Mal but the Captain had already closed the door. Simon sat up and glared at the door. He moved himself to the end of the bed and sat staring at the small shelf of his books. He pulled his knees to his chest and made of conclusion in his mind on why the Mal left. Before he became too depressed Mal came back though the door with a grin on his face and a small glass jar in hand.

Simon looked up at Mal with innocent eyes. Mal stood next to Simon completely unabashed from his lack of clothes. Mal held out the jar in front of Simon. Simon took it without response and laid back on the mattress he was about to open the jar when Mal's hand stopped him.

Mal sat on the edge of the bed; he swung one leg over Simon side and with his foot pushed Simon's body away from his. Simon sat up and looked at Mal with concern. Mal rested his head on a pillow and took a deep breath.

"I wan' ya to fuck me, Simon. Didn't think I was goin' to have to spell it out for ya but here we are."

Simon sat between Mal's legs the jar of lube hanging limply in his hand. Simon swallowed and looked away from Mal.

"I've haven't ever- I mean to say that I'm not experienced with the position that you want me to perform."

"Jus' like ridin' a horse Doc. You'll be alrigh'"

Simon stared down at Mal and held back his rebuttal.

"I don't want to hurt you Mal."

Mal finally looked up at Simon and smiled.

"I trust ya Doc. Now I need you to do this for me ok?"

Simon nodded and hovered over Mal. Mal noticed that Simon's eyes were almost completely black. Simon's legs were on either side of Mal. He bent down and gently kissed his Captain. Mal wrapped his legs behind Simon Back. Simon's face flashed with worry. Mal nodded at the jar and Simon retrieved it.

Simon opened the jar and licked his kips nervously. Mal used his legs to pull Simon closer to him. Simon dipped his hand into the cool substance and rubbed the pads of his fingertips together. Simon tried to think of himself prepping for a surgery.

Be gentle. Be precise.

Simon circled Mal's entrance Mal's breath hitched and Simon halted.

"Gorram it Simon, Don' you think bout' stopping."

Simon mumbled an apology and continued. Simon stretched Mal further before Mal interrupts him with an impatient groan. Simon looks at Mal with a smirk and without looking away from the Captain's gaze lubricates his own erection.

Mal thinks that he has never been more attracted to anyone so strongly until now.

Simon pushes himself into Mal, with gentle ease. He lets out a long moan which makes Mal smile.

Simon kept checking Mal's facial expression, searching for any sign of pain or discomfort. Mal jerks his hips and Simon moves. Simon closes his eyes but opens them quickly. Mal tells him to move faster, Simon complies with some hesitation. His hips thrust slowly at first but then gain speed unwilling guided by his own desire. Mal lifts his own hips up, giving the Doctor better access.

Mal's mouth hung open provocatively, muttering Mandarin slurs that Simon can't quite make out.

Mal moves his hips to match Simon's thrusts. Simon lets out a muffled noise of frustration when he feels himself about to orgasm. He comes before Mal and finishes with slow gentle thrusts before bending down to kiss Mal while the Captain comes. The kiss was odd because of Simon's heavy open mouthed breathing. Mal gave up on the Doctor's mouth in turn to gently bite on the still bruised neck.

Simon was too exhausted to voice his opinion of his neck being thoroughly claimed enough already. He hugged Mal's body closer to his own, both of their bodies damp from physical exhaustion. Mal raises his head up slightly to plant a kiss on Simon's forehead. Simon pulls out of Mal's body with reluctance but stays atop of him. Mal let's out a sigh and puts his arms around Simon.

Mal nuzzles his nose against Simon's chest and breathes in the scent of a completely spent Simon. Simon falls asleep against his Captain's chest and murmurs words against musky skin that makes Mal's breath stop.

Mal smiles before speaking.

"Wo Ai Ni, Simon."

A/N's:

I apologize for my odd interpretation of Mal. I honestly don't know what happened. It just went there. haha

This fic is dedicated to my friend Melinda,"I adored you like a son!"

This is the last chapter for this fic. Sorry for the long wait, I've been a bit busy with school… (I know, no excuse!) I hope you guys enjoyed yourselves! I know I had fun writing this one!

As always, comments and critiques make me very happy. They also make up for lack of sleep too.