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cmk418For the Bingo prompt of "Roleplay"
“We could play Doctor,” Mal suggested.
“I do that all the time.”
“No, no, no. I could be the doctor and you could be the patient.”
“Oh, I can’t wait to see how this goes.”
“What if you get hurt on a job? Don’t you want to know I’d be able to take care of you?”
“I would probably ask Zoe for help. No offense.”
“…”
“Aw, come on, Mal. Don’t pout. I’m sure you’d be a great doctor. I just think you’d be injured alongside me, that’s all.”
“You’re probably right. But I did do my fair share of bandaging out on the battlefield.”
“I’ve never been a soldier. Never had the desire. Father gave me a set of military figures to play with as a child, but I didn’t like them very much.”
“So maybe you’ll pretend to be a wounded soldier and I’ll be the medic that heals you.”
“And I would be so grateful that I would need to thank you with sex and probably tear out all of my stitching on account of it.”
“Don’t ruin this with realism, Simon.”
“Fine. What type of gruesome injury will you need to save me from?”
“You’re looking a mite flushed there, son. Why don’t you have a seat right there?”
“On your bed? That’s hardly sanitary.”
“It’s a war zone. We’re not concerned with that. And I outrank you. Sit, Private.”
“Yes, General.”
“Not by that much. Captain is fine.”
“I can call you ‘Captain’ any day of the week.”
“Yeah, but you don’t. So let’s see how much fun it is when you do. As I was saying, you look a mite flushed. Seems like this might be a case of the Hippolytan fever.”
“Only women get that.”
“Seems like this is a rare case and it also seems like it’s rendered you mute.”
“…”
“I’m going to forgive the insubordinate gesture because you’re half out of your mind with fever right now and that’s not a good sign. You might be in the final stages. I’m going to need to administer the cure right away. Take off your pants, please.”
There was an audible sigh from Simon as he removed his pants.
“Can mute people sigh?”
Simon motioned for Mal to get on with it.
“So the cure for Hippolytan fever is a blow job because it rids the system of the poisons that have built up in the cock. Should I say ‘penis’? It’s probably more doctorly. So I’m going to need to apply some suction with my mouth to your… Ta ma de, do you have to be this clinical?”
Simon nodded.
“As I was saying, I’ve got to suck on your male parts to… don’t roll your eyes. Aw, hell, just strip down and let’s get to it.”
As Simon shucked off his underwear, Mal muttered, “This is so much easier when I’m pretending to be the corrupt government official and you’re acting like someone who’s just been kicked out of a Companion House.”
“We could play Doctor,” Mal suggested.
“I do that all the time.”
“No, no, no. I could be the doctor and you could be the patient.”
“Oh, I can’t wait to see how this goes.”
“What if you get hurt on a job? Don’t you want to know I’d be able to take care of you?”
“I would probably ask Zoe for help. No offense.”
“…”
“Aw, come on, Mal. Don’t pout. I’m sure you’d be a great doctor. I just think you’d be injured alongside me, that’s all.”
“You’re probably right. But I did do my fair share of bandaging out on the battlefield.”
“I’ve never been a soldier. Never had the desire. Father gave me a set of military figures to play with as a child, but I didn’t like them very much.”
“So maybe you’ll pretend to be a wounded soldier and I’ll be the medic that heals you.”
“And I would be so grateful that I would need to thank you with sex and probably tear out all of my stitching on account of it.”
“Don’t ruin this with realism, Simon.”
“Fine. What type of gruesome injury will you need to save me from?”
“You’re looking a mite flushed there, son. Why don’t you have a seat right there?”
“On your bed? That’s hardly sanitary.”
“It’s a war zone. We’re not concerned with that. And I outrank you. Sit, Private.”
“Yes, General.”
“Not by that much. Captain is fine.”
“I can call you ‘Captain’ any day of the week.”
“Yeah, but you don’t. So let’s see how much fun it is when you do. As I was saying, you look a mite flushed. Seems like this might be a case of the Hippolytan fever.”
“Only women get that.”
“Seems like this is a rare case and it also seems like it’s rendered you mute.”
“…”
“I’m going to forgive the insubordinate gesture because you’re half out of your mind with fever right now and that’s not a good sign. You might be in the final stages. I’m going to need to administer the cure right away. Take off your pants, please.”
There was an audible sigh from Simon as he removed his pants.
“Can mute people sigh?”
Simon motioned for Mal to get on with it.
“So the cure for Hippolytan fever is a blow job because it rids the system of the poisons that have built up in the cock. Should I say ‘penis’? It’s probably more doctorly. So I’m going to need to apply some suction with my mouth to your… Ta ma de, do you have to be this clinical?”
Simon nodded.
“As I was saying, I’ve got to suck on your male parts to… don’t roll your eyes. Aw, hell, just strip down and let’s get to it.”
As Simon shucked off his underwear, Mal muttered, “This is so much easier when I’m pretending to be the corrupt government official and you’re acting like someone who’s just been kicked out of a Companion House.”
