Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, just writing for fun.

Here’s the conclusion, hope you like it. PG-13 for some words and situations. Please comment!!Thanks to every one who read this little series and if you want suggest a name for it!

They had been drinking for awhile and Mal was beginning to think this night might end very well!

After announcing at dinner that they would be taking a few days off in Three Hills, every one was all smiles.

He did feel a little sorry for the joke they had been playing on Simon and Kaylee, but thought that the downtime would make up for it. Deep down, he hoped it would appease Inara’s anger, but he wasn’t really ready to admit that to her himself.

His late night walk around the ship had led him to the kitchen and a nice cup of coffee when Inara floated in with a bottle.

She told him that it was very kind of him to let the crew have a few days to themselves and wondered if he would like to share a drink. Her smile let him know that she knew this was his way of making things up with Kaylee and Simon.

Not one to pass up some fine liquor, Mal and Inara toasted to “the happy couple”. More toasts ensued till Mal was almost seeing double.

He reached out and took Inara’s hand as they were laughing, causing a light blush to color her cheeks. Her smile was encouraging, so Mal decided to make his move. He stood up from his chair and pulled her against his chest , rubbing small circles with his thumb on the wrist of the hand he grabbed just moments ago.

Inara leaned into him and tilted her head up.

“Come to my shuttle.”

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"Oh Mal, don't be upset, it happens to all men."

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his back turned to her as she reclined stretched out on her side, head resting on her palm.

She was wearing that sweet pink confection of a nightgown, the one that skimmed her thighs, slit on the sides, and plunged deeply on the neckline.

Mal stole a glimpse back