Of Captains And Companions

TITLE: Of Captains and Companions

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Firefly

SHIP: Mal / Inara

RATING: NC17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: Final Episode, I guess.

SYNOPSIS: She once told him it would never happen and he had been fool enough to believe her for too long. Mal and Inara do what both had promised not to, yet it was almost always inevitable.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own FireFly. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to whoever created them and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies. Also I so don’t speak Chinese so all that is just plain made up.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please – midknight_tales@yahoo.com

Inara told everyone of her intension to leave the next time they made port at a reasonably civilized planet and an eruption of queries the galley. The queries petered out as abruptly as they had begun and the room had surreptitiously emptied as Mal stood facing stood. Everyone could feel the sudden prickly feel to the air, as if a storm were about to break. Only Kaylee paused at the hatch, looking from one of them to the other, but she too reluctantly left as the tension that sparked between the Captain and the Companion continued to build.

He had to be angry, he had to be mean, cruel to her, to distract himself from the sudden, burning ache he felt in his heart at the idea of not having her around. She had told him what she intended to do, but until she had told the rest of the crew there was always the slightest chance she might change her mind. “So we’re good enough to save your friends, but not good enough to stay with once it’s done?” he enquired, jutting out his jaw, his fists thrust into his hips accusingly, letting irrationality take the reigns.

“Fu shin tong!” she swore sharply in Chinese. “You knew this was going to happen. Who do you think you are? This just isn’t working for me anymore. I don’t have to explain myself to you, Malcolm Reynolds.” She almost spat at him and turned away to head for the exit and toward her shuttle. He reached out and grasped her wrist, spinning her back to face him. “You don’t leave me… I mean you don’t walk away from me. We’re not done here.” He growled, stepping close to her. He exhaled heavily, trying to get a grip on his anger. He always hated and loved being close to her. They were always fighting when they were, but she always smelled so wonderfully good. “Let go of me.” She told him coolly, the calm in her voice a thin veneer over the anger that heated her eyes as she pulled her wrist out of his grasp. “Yes, I am and yes, we are, Mal.” She informed him with blazing eyes.

Mal unexpectedly and inappropriately felt his dick lurch to attention in the confines of his breeches. Inara was a fine figure of a woman, but angry the way she was now, radiating emotion, cheeks a flame and bosoms heaving, she was the most beautiful, sexiest woman he had ever seen. “What the hell. She’s made up her mind, she’s leaving and the slap will be a small price to pay for the memory.” He thought and acted. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her the rest of the way to him. He saw her eyes widen in realization just before he pressed his lips to hers. He kissed her for all the times he’d wanted to and hadn’t.

She tensed for just a fraction of a moment and he braced himself for her struggles, but was both surprised and delighted as she melted against him instead. His arms slid around her as their heads tilted and her lips parted under his to let his tongue fence with hers in a sensuous duel. He felt her hands slide up his back and her fingers wind into his hair as his burrowed into the luxurious wealth of hers to cradle her head as he two-stepped them backward.

Mal pinned her up against the bulkhead, feeling Serenity’s thrum transfer through her body and into his. They were both breathing hard, her breasts flattening against his chest as it rose and fell. Her lips were swollen from the intensity of his kiss and her dark eyes flashed with desire as she rolled her hips and ground against the bulge in the front of his breeches. She licked her lips. “This doesn’t change anything, Mal. I still need to leave Serenity… Even more so, if we do this.” She informed him breathily before the pink tip of her tongue made another, slower , enticing circuit of her lips, leaving them glistening.

He nodded his understanding, not quite trusting his voice and captured her lips again and she returned his kiss with equal passion. Their hands roamed over each other, as they nipped, sucked and lapped at each other’s lips and their tongues danced, fenced and wrestled. By, unspoken accord, fingers started to blindly fumble at whatever bindings and fasteners they found in an attempt to undo them. His suspenders and the wide leather belt she wore were the first to surrender to their efforts. His gun belt made a loud clunk as it hit the deck.

He thanked every god in the verse that she wasn’t in one of her professional Companion outfits, but in the fairly simple blouse and long flowing skirt she often wore while on board. Even so the buttons of her blouse were not very co-operative and not all of them were still attached as he dragged it free of her skirt and spread it open. Her skin was sumptuously soft, warm and smooth as he caressed the taut plains of her flat belly before letting his hands slide around her waist and up back. The silk of her skin under his palm and her blouse across his knuckles were almost indistinguishable. Her fingers were a little more dexterous or her control simply better than his and managed to open his shirt without incident. A shiver ran down his spine as she scraped her fingernails down his chest while his eyes searched hers, their lips hovering less than an inch apart.

Inara let her hands run back up his chest and then raised her arms above her head. Mal smiled as he let his hands slide along her skin, letting the camisole gather on his forearms and lift. He moved his hands up her arms and drew the undergarment up and off over her head. Her hair fell back down around her shoulders and face in a dark, shifting halo of wild curls as he tossed the undergarment aside. She captured his lower lip, nipping at it before sucking on it. He kissed her back and then lowered his head and ran his lips lightly down the strong column of her neck, her dark tresses tickling his cheek and her scent intoxicating in his nostrils. He dipped his tongue into the hollow at the base of her throat before letting his lips slide lower. With, a grunt he lifted her higher and buried his face in the sweet, perfumed valley of her cleavage.

Her hands cradled his head, her nails scraping across his scalp as he lapped at her skin, exploring the curve of her firm, round breast until he found the dark, turgid tube of her nipple. Her chest rose, pressing her flesh against his lips as she drew in a sharp breath as he nipped and then sucked hard at her nipple. He relaxed the pressure of his lips around the firm peak of her nipple and bathed it with swirling swipes of his tongue drawing murmurs of pleasure from her before he turned his attention to her other breast to repeat his exploration and ministrations. He alternated between switching from one sweet nipple to the other and exploring the curves of her firm breasts. She rocked her hips against him, pressing and grinding against the bulge of his erection while he massaged the back of her neck with one hand. His other hand managed to work its way under her skirt to caress and fondle her shapely thigh.

Inara reversed direction and created enough separation to worm her hands down between them. Her hands worked at the fastenings of his breeches and he groaned against her skin as they came undone and her hand slipped into them to wrap around and caress his throbbing erection. Her touch inflamed him and pushed his control to its limits. He knew what he wanted and it wasn’t just her touch. He worked his hands higher up on her thigh until he could hook his fingers around the waistband of her panties. He tugged, but the material simply stretched, defying him. He took a firmer hold and then with a swift tug he simply tore it from her.

Heat flared in her dark eyes and he groaned deep in the back of his throat as she squeezed his throbbing shaft, hard, in response. “You will be paying for that.” She informed him breathily and he grinned at her. “Make me.” He growled in return and then sucked in a sharp breath as she did something with her fingers on his shaft and a heavy, shocking surge of pleasure that bordered on pain rocketed into his groin and up his spine. “I am a trained, registered Companion of the highest level, Mal. Don’t tempt me.” She all but purred into the shell of his ear, her cheek smooth and hot against his as she fished him out of his breeches.

“Moi sha, you are some woman!” He murmured with awe in his voice. “Then what are you waiting for?” she asked him her voice low and smoky and a shiver ran down his spine as the tip of her tongue made a wet, warm circuit of the inside of his ear. “Mayhap things would be different if I ought not have waited so long in the first place?” he wondered as he slid his hands up onto her hips under her skirt, bunching it up before he took a grip and lifted her higher. She steadied his shaft with a hand at its base as the pointed head of his cock slid through her moist, slippery folds until he was seated at her entrance.

Inara wrapped her arms around his neck and let her legs curl around his hips as he pinned her against the bulkhead once more, holding her in place. Her eyes held his and her breath tickled his lips as they remained poised like that for a moment, and then he relaxed his hold. She sucked in a sharp breath, her body tensing for a second and her eyes going wide and the relaxing as she let out the breath with a soft sigh. His teeth clenched and he swallowed hard against the moan that rattled in his throat as velvet heat and moist pressure engulfed his throbbing manhood. Her sex flexed and clutched at him as the artificial gravity did its job and she slowly drew a delicious trail of friction down his shaft until they were one.

Mal blinked and massaged the firm globes of her buttocks as she squirmed to adjust to him and they shifted to find their balance. He took a deep breath as he steadied himself against the wonderful sensation of her velvet sex wrapped tight around his throbbing manhood. Her dark eyes held and reflected his and her breath tickled his lips as she let out a soft, breathy moan as he slowly rocked his hips to slide ever so slightly back and forth inside her. She circled her hips in response and he groaned as she contracted around him at the same time. Her lips found his in a passionate kiss as her fingers wound through his hair and then tightened to guide his head the way she wanted it.

They increased their range of motion with him using his grip on her ass and flexing legs while she used the leverage of her arms on his shoulder and her thighs on his hips to lift her up along his length and then let her slide back down it. Her sex was a twisting steel fist in a hot, greased velvet glove. He groaned and grunted against the smooth column of her throat. Her moans, sighs and gasps were music to his ears. The taut points of her nipples drew twin electric trails up and down his chest surrounded by the warm pillows of her breasts. Her nails raked across his shoulder blades as she clutched at his back as she strained to match him.

Dragging in a heavy breath through flared nostrils, he took a firmer hold on her and stepped back from the bulkhead, turned and staggered the several steps to the large wooden table that dominated the mess. His breeches around his ankles nearly tripped him up, but he managed to keep his balance. He sent the few dishes that were on it flying with a clatter to the floor with a wild sweep of his arm to clear the space to lower her onto it. He leaned over her, his face a fraction of an inch from her as he ground into her, feeling her taut belly quiver against his as he stimulated her clit. He kissed her hard, sucking at her already swollen lower lip before nipping and pulling lightly at it before releasing it and lowering his head to find one of her turgid, straining nipples.

He sucked, nipped and lapped at the hard nub of feminine flesh before taking as much of her breast into his mouth as he could manage. She arched her back, pressing her breast firmly into his mouth, rolling her shoulders to urge him into doing the same to her other breast. He caught and stretched the tube of her delectable nipple before complying. Pleasure rolled across his sense as they moved together, her legs tightening and relaxing to draw him to her. He pounded into her, feeling a mixture of simple animal need, love he could not express to her, hatred of her impending departure and the strange irrational sense of betrayal that departure engendered.

Her fingers skittered like spiders down his back as he withdrew and then thrust, driving himself into her with hard powerful strokes. Her soft cries on blasts of breath were driven from her wide open mouth as he collided with her again and again. Her hands continued their journey down his back and he let out a feral growl when her nails dug into his pumping ass. He grabbed her hip and they began a wild dance of push and pull, rock and roll and pump and grind. Her cries grew louder, interspersed by mewling moans and sharp gasps. He was breathing hard, his lungs burning as they worked like a bellows to fuel the burning forge of his desire. His manhood throbbed to the wild, racing beat of his heart, pulsing against the tight confines of her channel as he slid through it to reach her molten, swirling core.

He wanted to slow down, to make it last, to ensure that he gave her as much pleasure as he was taking and she was giving him, but her draw and his desire conspired to rob him of such control. They were both panting, straining against and with each other. His mouth hovered over her skin; desperate to taste the smooth surface, yet more urgently required to draw in air. Her head thrashed slowly from side to side, turning her hair into a dark swirling halo that tickled and left his skin tingling when it touched him. Each stroke drew him closer to the edge, his balls tightening with the sweet tension and need for release. He shook his head to get the sweat out of his eyes. Her skin glistened with it and he could feel little drops and rivulets of perspiration roll down his back and between their writhing torsos.

He started to grind more and thrust less as he felt his co-ordination start to go. His thighs shook with the strain as did his forearms and he felt himself poised on the edge, his teeth gritting and his jaw clenching as he tried to hold back the inevitable. “Let it go. Let it happen. I… I want… Want to have some part… Some part of you inside… Inside me… To take with me.” She part instructed, part pled with him in a hoarse, trembling, strained voice. Her request bore into his mind, into his heart, shocking him, making the moment real, and burning every sensation into his consciousness.

“Inara.” He whispered her name with all the pent up, unsaid feelings he’d had for the Companion since the day she’d stepped foot on Serenity before his hips pumped again, driving him to her core and then he was swept away. He ground and humped against her, helpless when his back arched and he threw back his head and roared his release to the ceiling as he pumped his essence into her in heavy spurts. Electricity sparked and curled up his spine and through every nerve carrying the blissful force of his climax with it. His skin was on fire and his heart threatened to batter its way through his ribs. He shook and shuddered as his muscles tensed and relaxed in rapid succession, driven uncontrollable under the heavy onslaught of delight that cascaded across and deluged his senses.

He felt her buck up against him, her belly pressing up hard against his. Her legs locked around him, squeezing a moment before her sex did the same. She let out a short, sharp, clipped scream that modulated into a whimpering whine and he grunted as her channel rippled around him in waves of pulsating pressure. Her climax renewed his, sending another savagely joyful surge through him. He blinked rapidly as he brought his eyes back to her. Her head was thrown back, pressing into and surrounded by her wealth of dark and now unruly tresses, her eyes wide and her bared and clenched. The muscles along column of her neck stood out in sharp relief as her bowed body vibrated tensely against his. The sight was etched into his mind and he knew he would never find anything to compare to the sensual, beauty of Inara in the throes of orgasm.

They remained welded together, riding out the torturously wonderful courses of their climax. He felt the energy that held him tense slacken its hold and then abruptly disappear. He grunted as his muscles demanded attention for their control and yet remained sluggish to respond, leaving him unable to catch himself as he collapsed on top of her. She moaned as he shifted inside her and then again as he moved to get his hands under him to lift himself off her. He started to do just that when her arms wrapped aro9und him and held him in place. “Not just yet.” He heard her whisper above his head and he felt her breasts press up against his chest by stepped degrees as she drew in a deep, shuddering breath. He took some of his weight on his forearms, but didn’t rise off her.

He stayed like that until, with a shared sigh, he shrank free of her and her arms relaxed. Her channel clutched and twisted one last time in a bid to hold him in, but nature would not be denied its course. Her legs fell away and he levered himself up until he was standing upright between them. He looked down at her, her breasts rising and falling slowly, the peaks still swollen and stiff. Her skin glowed with exertion and sweat. Tendrils of her dark hair clung damply to her shoulders and face, what he could see of it because she had her forearm flung across her eyes.

“Inara? Inara, are you okay?” he asked as she remained still and unmoving. He watched her tongue peek out and make a slow, nervous circuit of her exquisite lips before her straight white teeth worried slightly at the lower one as she seemed to seriously consider his question. The silence became stretched and torturous, the joy and bliss he had just experienced starting to become tainted by worry and the possibility of regret. “Mal… Kiss me.” She finally told him instead of answering, her voice a soft, girlish, vulnerable and innocent plea that marked him as deeply as her wild, womanly appeal for his seed.

He leaned over and slowly, tenderly pressed his lips to hers. He deepened the kiss slowly, letting his lips claim hers until breathing became an issue. He put a silent plea into that kiss: “Don’t go. Stay with me.” He didn’t remember closing his eyes, but when he opened them, hovering just inches above her face she was staring back at him. She reached up and cupped his cheek for a moment and then her hand trailed down to his chest, just over his heart. He absorbed the warmth of her fingers and palm and then swallowed hard as she gently pushed at him. He wanted to resist, keep her trapped there, to plead his case, but instead, he straightened up and took a step back.

She sat up and then after a moment slid down off the table, her skirt falling down to cover her from the waist down. His eyes followed her as he pulled up his breeches and she collected her clothes and dressed as best she could. He had done more damage to her blouse than he had thought he noted as he retrieved his shirt and shrugged into it. He hadn’t done it intentionally, but he found himself between her and the door as she made to leave.

“Inara…” he began, but she pressed a finger to his lips to silence him. “Mal, don’t… There is nothing more to say. I’m… I’m, not okay, but I will be. I… I have to leave. I need… I have to leave, Mal. You know that.” She told him searching his eyes as she did. “I don’t want you to.” He said, her finger gliding across his lips as he spoke. “I don’t want to, but I have to.” She countered, her voice strengthening with resolve even though her eyes glistened with tears at their edges.

“Can I at least tell you that there’s always a place for you here? That… That you will… Will always be wanted should you change your mind or… If you don’t find what you need out there.” he asked, warily choosing his words as best he could considering the whirlwind of emotions running through his mind. “You can and… And, maybe I will.” She replied with a wan smile curving her lips.

Mal drew a deep breath and forced a smile onto his lips. He swallowed down the lump in his throat. “Well, then, I guess this is what becomes of Captains and Companions.” He noted as he stepped aside. “Yes, I guess it does.” She acknowledged as she pressed something into his hand as she brushed passed him. He closed his eyes for a moment savoring the scent of her perfume and the spicy notes added by their tryst. When he opened them, he looked down at his hand to find the ruined scrap of lace that had been her panties. He continued to stare at it as he heard her footsteps recede and then the hatch closing with a soft thunk of finality.

THE END