Title: Seven Sins of Malcolm Reynolds

Author: Obsidiana Girl

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Disclaimer: Sorry not mine, because if it were I would have found more reasons for Nathan Fillion to get nekkid…LOL…As it is I’m an unemployed chef with way too much time on my hands. So, suing would get you nothin’ but lint. Joss Whedon is the brain child who came up with the show…Ain’t he great?

Rating: AO as in ADULTS ONLY

Summary: Mal’s slippery slope.

Author’s Note: I’ll give a Nathan Mal clone to the first person that can tell me which literary work I pay homage to in this piece.

Mal was the first to admit he was a fan of all seven deadly sins, but really, at the time it had just been talk. That crazy, stupid thing you said to get the other fella’ riled up, but as he contemplated his resent slide toward damnation visiting each of the seven with increasing ardor he realized just how much he actually did enjoy all seven.

The first time could have been considered an accident, a mistake that shouldn’t be repeated, but Malcolm Reynolds had moved past the accidental and moved firmly into the wickedly, premeditated.

He actively sought out the road and then purchased the map, just to be sure he wouldn’t wander off the path on his way to the special hell that was River Tam. There were seven stops on that road to hell and it was paved with lost buttons, torn panties, and the commingled sweat of their two bodies.

The first step onto that road was PRIDE and though it doesn’t seem like such a horrible sin Malcolm Reynolds knew different. Pride did indeed come before the fall. It happened that day when they told the world about Miranda. Those blast doors opened and there she stood chest heaving and body glistening with sweat and he had been scared, relieved, aroused, and not just a little proud that she’d kicked some major Reaver ass. She made him proud and his fall was imminent and almost laughably quick.

When it was all said and done, he and the remaining bits of his crew were far too b