In the Air Tonight

AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 3 of ? FANDOM: Firefly SHIP: Mal / Inara, Simon / Kaylee RATING: NC17 CATEGORY: Romance and Erotica SPOILERS: If there are, I apologise. DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to whoever does and I make no profit from this story. AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepencies. Also I so don't speak Chinese so all that is just plain made up. FEEDBACK: Yes Please - Deton8@mweb.co.za Chapter 3 Back in the galley Mal was getting over his irritation with River. "I take it that is from the planet we were just on?" the Companion asked. "Yes, the one none of the rest of you were not supposed to have put a foot on. That girl bothers me something fierce from time to time. I don't even want to know how she got out to get it." He confirmed twirling the flower with a frown still thinking about River's strange behavior, and when you used the word strange and River in the same thought you actually meant stranger-than-usual. "She's a strange one alright, but I don't think she means any harm. " Inara agreed. He didn't have much use for the flower so why had she... and then her meaning dawned on him. The gorram shi girl wanted him to give Inara the shi ti gu flower for whatever reason. He looked at the strange violet blossom and thought: "Whatever. What harm could it do?" He made to hand the flower to Inara and she reached out to take it when her sleeve brushed the wine goblet, knocking it over the edge of the table. They both reached to catch the delicate glass and neither noticed the silvery spray of dust that shot from the centre of the flower both of then were touching. Mal barely managed to catch the goblet before it hit the deck. Its contents not being so lucky, ended up on the decking and on Mal's hand. He returned the goblet to the table and relinquished his hold on the flower. "Thanx." She thanked him politely motioning at both the glass and the flower and he smiled his acceptance. She felt her pulse quicken and frowned inwardly. She sniffed the flower it had a beautiful scent, something she couldn't quite put her finger on, but something that was familiar. Mal knew he was smiling, he could feel that tight feeling in his cheeks. The thing that irked him was that he didn't know why he couldn't stop although Inara looked pretty hot in the light of the galley. Ni gu him gu hi gee shi. What in tarnations made him think that? but she did. She saw the wine on his hand and without thinking reached out, took his hand and sucked the wine off it. When she stopped and dropped his hand they both looked at each other in surprise. "Errrr... Ancient Companion custom of thanks." Inara blurted and added a Chinese blessing. She was shocked by her own behavior, and more so, by the way her body was reacting. Her pulse had racing, she could feel her skin starting to flush and as Kaylee was like to say her nethers were a twitter. She was, in a word, horny. Companions did not get horny. She did not get horny and especially not over one Malcolm Reynolds although he did look kind of dashing in the light of the galley. "Oh Protector, What was wrong with her? She had to get out of here, but how to do it gracefully and without raising Mal's suspicions?" She thought. Even with the shock, Mal was still smiling and the sensation of her lips on his skin had, had an effect on him that made his pants feel a bit too snug. He covered, what he felt had to be a goofy smile, by wiping the back of his hand across his lips. He tasted a faint hint of the wine and a taste of cinnamon, which he could only guess cam from Inara's lips. "That's an awfully quaint custom you have there." He told her and made a great show of returning to his meal although he kept throwing her side-long glances. He was suddenly very aware of her. Her long curved lashes, her wide, clear, shiny, dark eyes, lips that seemed somehow fuller and inviting, the graceful column of her neck, the low cut of her gown and the smooth skin and cleavage it revealed and this sudden awareness was quickly adding to the constrictiveness of his pants. He watched her pour a little more wine. "Why didn't she just get up and leave?" she asked herself as she did the exact opposite and poured herself some more wine. She liked the way he was looking at her, although she acted as if she didn't notice his side-long glances. She had to resist the urge to bat her eyelashes and she wasn't sure she managed it. Her body seemed to be flirting without her conscious permission as she realized she had changed position in her seat and was now swinging her leg back and forth in clear sight and her dress had somehow hiked up to past her knee exposing most of her shapely leg. She knew the technique, she'd been taught it at the Academy. She didn't know why she was suddenly employing it, but it sure seemed to have got his attention. Mal gave up the pretense of not studying her as she shifted and her creamy and shapely leg came into view, enticingly swinging slowly from side to side. He completely loses interest in his meal and turns to focus on her completely. He has to restrain the urge to reach out and find out if her legs feel as firm and smooth as they look which lets his mind dwell on how firm and smooth the parts of her he can't see might be. "I need to get up and leave." He tells himself, but instead all he does is smile and wonder if he had been sitting this close to her a moment ago? He's moved closer to her and although her mind is nearly screaming at her to leave, every other part of her is willing him to draw even nearer. She can see his hand rubbing on the smooth surface of the table and she wonders what that touch would feel like on her skin. The bodice of her gown feels tighter than it should be, her breasts feeling prickly and uncomfortable in its constraints. She can feel her nipples hardening and chafing against her corset as they shift. She breaths in heavily through her nose, trying to regain her composure. Instead she inhales his masculine scent, the scent of soap, sweat and leather and she closes her eyes with a groan. He sees her eyes close and she groans. Her skin looks a little flushed and he closes the small distance still left between them and grabs her hand in concern. He has never felt anything that smooth in his life. He also takes a deep breath to steady himself and her exotic perfume wraps itself around his senses, making his breath catch. "Are you alright?" he asks. She opens her as she starts to answer: "I'm...", but doesn't get any further than that as she finds that he is holding her hand, and not only that, his face is only a mere inch away from hers. She blinks rapidly and then does the one thing she realizes she has wanted to do for the longest time. She closes the small distance between them and presses her lips to his. She doesn't know what she expected, but his reaction is more than satisfactory. She's kissing him. She'd simply leaned forward and touched her lips to his. Her lips are soft and warm and taste of cinnamon. He presses back against her lips and as her head tilts he tilts his the other way. Her mouth opens to the light, but insistent probing of his tongue. The bench and then her chair go clattering to the deck as he stands, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her to her feet and against his body all in one motion. Her tongue fences with his and he feels her hands weaving into his hair as one of his finds the strong column of her neck under her wealth of black hair. She shifts one leg between his so that she semi-straddles his thigh pressing her moistening and sensitized sex against him. She can feel his arousal in the large, hard bulge that pressing against her hip and the sensation adds to the searing kiss they are hungrily sharing. She humps against him, moaning into his mouth as she flattens her breasts in his chest in a need to press closer to his body. Her body feels like it's on fire and the only thing that cools it is his touch. "Gri sin yow! She knew what this was. The flower it had smelled similar to Amourentium, a potent aphrodisiac, similar, but not the same. Companions were exposed to it in small doses until they developed an immunity to it. Whatever this was, she surely wasn't immune to it and she was caring less and less. He can taste the sweet wine in her mouth as he explores it with his tongue. Her body is soft and warm against his as she presses against him, grinding against him. His hand, that isn't pressing he lips to his, slides down her back until he finds the curve of her buttocks. He cups and squeezes one of the firm globes as she humps against his leg. Her breasts are heated pillows, flattening against his chest. "Ni shin gow! He wanted her. He had always found the Companion attractive, but not to the point he did now where he simply wanted to tear her clothes off and take her right there in the galley. The strength and suddenness of his desire for her were strange, but he was caring less and less. Inara's desires are battling her Companion training and winning. She had never wanted a man before, not in the truest sense of the statement. Her head is spinning and she likes the sensation, as she lets her control slip further and further from her grasp until it's completely gone and she gives herself over to her desires. When they break the kiss they're both panting and neither breaks an inch of contact with the other besides their lips. "Which ancient Companion custom is that?" he asks breathlessly, his hand still massaging the back of her neck and her ass. He watches as she runs her tongue over her swollen lower lip, luxuriating against his touch, her eyes still closed. She opens her eyes and looks at Mal's smiling face. She reaches up and runs her thumb over the top of his wet lower lip. "It's the one that is an invitation you take me to your cabin and show me how much of a man you really are." She says and she hardly recognizes her own voice for the lust and desire dripping off it. "And, here was me thinking the Thanks one was quaint." He chuckles and sweeps her off her feet and carries her out of the galley. 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