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Mmm. Chocolate
For copernica3: Mal/Simon, handcuffs, and chocolate.
"You can't be serious."
"Why not?"
"You have chocolate. Real, honest to God chocolate. And you're going to leave me tied up on the bed and just eat it?" Simon pulled against the cuffs in a vain attempt to get free, glaring at Mal.
"Didn't say I wouldn't share. Just said you weren't gonna get out of those." Mal broke off a piece of the bar and held it to Simon's lips, letting him take it. "I like the way you look like this."
"I'd bitch at you some more, but you have chocolate."
Mal laughed. "You remind me of my mama's cat," he said, giving Simon another piece. "Stand-offish—great mouser, but not one for cuddles. Unless you had chicken. Then she'd be all over you, purring, windin' herself around your ankles…anything to get some of that."
Simon glared at him. "I do not purr. And with these—" He pulled at the cuffs again. "I can't exactly wind myself around your ankles. Not that I *would*."
"Ankles, no, but purr? You should hear yourself sometime." Mal grinned and leaned down to kiss him. "Tell you what," he whispered. "If you're not purring by the time I'm done with you, I'll give you the rest of that chocolate."
He probably should have known better, from the look in Mal's eyes, but there was chocolate at stake. "Deal," he said with a nod.
He lost the chocolate. But at least Mal shared.
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