5 Times River Ended up in Mal's Clothes

Word Count: 821

Pairing: Mal/River

Rating: MA

Author’s Note: For fireworkfiasco over on livejournal. Special Thanks to srichard on livejournal for her amazing beta.

Summary: Well you read the title, you get the idea. This goes from innocent to naughty. What can I say, I’m a smut hound!

1st – To save herself.

River had hidden in a trough until the unit of purple bellies had past them by. Now she stood shivering before him, her cotton dress plastered to her skin. Her nipples were erect and drawing all manner of unseemly looks from everyone, himself included.

Shrugging out of his coat, he wrapped it around her, grateful to finally have the vision of River’s long, lithe body blocked.

“Keep this on, darlin’. Jayne, keep your eyes out for more purple bellies and off the girl.” Mal snarled as he adjusted the collar of his coat carefully around her.

River’s big brown eyes gazed up at him inquisitively as she snuggled deeper into the warmth and smell of Mal.

2nd - The job

Mal and Jayne were busy loading the mule. They turned their heads when they heard the soft patter of combat boots on the catwalk.

Mal's eyes widened in surprise and his mouth gaped open at what he saw. River dressed in his red shirt over an old pair of her brother's pants, her hair hidden up in the ratty old cowboy hat that he had worn as a young boy back on Shadow.

"River, why in the sphincter of hell are you dressed like that?" He asked incredulously after he'd gained back his faculties.

"Disguise. Can't see the girl for the clothes. Contacts know about the weapon and set a trap. False face creates sense of a better hand, but all the aces are the yours?."

Mal smiled at her words.

"Good to know."

3rd – A drunken mistake.

Mal was shirtless, walking briskly back to Serenity with a half naked albatross next to him.

He still itched to put a bullet through that drunk’s head. That hundan had ripped River’s dress clean off her body, advertising to everyone near