Part: 1/1
Author: dilly r
E-mail: dilificusathotmaildotcom
Archive: Ask first.
Disclaimer: I don't own Firefly, it belongs to Joss.
Warning: Implied incest.
River sits on the edge of the bed after. Simon just lays on his back. He thinks he can here River whispering something, but even if he could make it out, he probably wouldn't understand what she's saying.
River hears him thinking this. Sometimes it gets so mixed up, she thinks she's thinking what he's thinking. The others are more distinctive, but Simon and River are like the same tune on different octaves. She doesn't mind it. It's a comfort. One thing that They gave her. Simon always said she was good with silver linings.
Like right now, she can see the silver lining running down Simon's bare arm where the light touches it, the way the shoulder stretches out into the bicep and up toward the elbow, where the entire thing bends and disappears into his hair. Hair that smells of skin and fresh sweat and a far subtler smell like unburnt incense; like a jungle smells. The jungle is Simon's memory, she's never been to one. He went to study the bites of rare snakes and, when he fell behind from the guide chattering in some other language to another medical student, he saw a bright red frog among the damp brown-black decay of leaves and other things. He thought of River.
She leans down now and kisses him where his arm stretches upward. She follows the shining path, her hair casting gray-striped shadows across it, until she reaches the foliage of his hair she nuzzles her nose into it and giggles.
"What are you doing?" he asks, the hint of a smile spreading his lips, showing a hint of darker red between them.
Seeing the smile, she smiles too and kisses him there. "Found it," she says. He looks at her, the way he does when he isn't sure if she's being cute or crazy. How could he not understand? She explains it slowly to him.
"I found him," she says. "I found the frog."
