Angelle is mine, the rest belongs to Whedon.

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Morning After...the next day after some event that you may or may not regret, usually what is also referred to has the hangover morning, or the time when you wake up, and find a strange person in your bed or worse, yourself in a strange bed with a strange person. What can make this even more of a bad thing....if you and the person are completely naked. Thankfully, I was maybe in a strange bed, but the one I was naked with was not a stranger.

"Nice to sleep in the peace and quiet of a Firefly." The naked god spoke to me, his chest warm under my head as my fingers began to explore their way down to the crater of his belly button. "Even though the bed is a bit on the snug side."

I laughed when he said that, knowing my bare ass was only about a centimeter from falling off the side and Mal's arm had become almost one with the metal side. Still, we had managed both in play and in sleep. "If this becomes a regular thing, we might want to move to my room. It's got a little bigger bed."

"I'm kinda hopin' it will be." He tussled my hair and then kissed my head tenderly.

I smiled and nestled down against him, circling his belly with a long fingernail before following the line of hair even further down. "You were quite kind to Jayne. Lettin' him stay with Lou one more night."

"Would you kindly not speak about Jayne and your aunt...well, mostly Jayne while your hand is strokin' down yonder. It's just a bit might unsettling and..." He took an audible gulp as I traveled just a bit lower.

"And?" I asked, fingers fiddling.

"Forgot what I wanted to add. Ain't important." His arms rolled me so that my body was on top of his, knocking my hand away. Straddling him, I just hovered above grinning.

"Malcom Reynolds, that wasn't nice a'tall."

He gave me that sexy half smile of his, the one that despite being angry or sad or depressed, which I wasn't at the time, made everything seem just a bit better