Title: She’ll Burn

Author: Obsidiana Girl

Pairing: Mal/River

Summary: No plot to speak of, just smut

Disclaimer: We all know I am not working for the networks because, like the rest of you I’m not stupid enough to cancel something as fan supported as Firefly. I’m not Joss Whedon either so I am using his creation respectfully and with much praise for the creator.

Rating: AO

Author’s Note: Something inspired by my LJ icon

Beta’d by gwenfrewi72

She is frozen, trapped in a cold, dark place. The place he has been before. She is shattered and broken, reflecting the pain of her past like ice on the ground under a heavy foot. He is scarred by the ever burning fire of his convictions, an’ they are a tattered cloak its raggedy edges barely meeting, his fire casts away the cold around her devouring her darkness.

The fire in him draws her and she cannot resist even though she knows he is as broken as she. She is a moth in the dark and he beckons her to his flame. Willing her closer and closer, drawing her to him, and building the need with tiny glancing touches, she flits close then away again. Teasing, brushing, feeling the flame as it is stoked to a fever pitch threatening to engulf them both.

Six months of darkness after the loss and salvation found on Miranda and he has slowly drawn her from that cold, dark place. Warming her with his eyes, and setting a fire in her soul that only he can ignite.

She is cold and naked, wet from the rain, her back pressed to the hard wood behind her. Soon she’ll burn, it was a promise he’s made with every glance, every stroke of his hand, and every thought in his mind.

Her chest is heaving as she tries to calm herself and wait for his fire, but her pale skin glows and the chill tightens her nipples and she watches the passion smolder in his eyes, banked by the sound of her pleading for his warmth inside her.

As he approaches, she arches her back and the rough wood scrapes her oversensitive flesh, dragging a moan from her lips. Her hands grasp reflexivel