It all belongs to Joss.

Mal walked over to Inara, who was seated on the couch in her shuttle. He dropped easily into a crouch and lightly rested his hands on her thighs. She wore only a thin skirt and he could feel the heat of her warming his palms.

He moved up and kissed her then, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands wandered to her back, then beneath her shirt to play along her spine, sending shivers through her. He pulled the garment over her head, leaving her in a skimpy peach lace bra.

“This is pretty,” Mal traced one finger down the strap and along the lacy upper curve of the cup. “I can see your hot little nipples.”

“Decoration,” Inara breathed, “Not really meant to cover anything.” She gasped as his thumb brushed against one of her sensitive nipples, rubbing the soft lace against her skin.

“I think we’ll leave it on.”

He carried her to the bed, and she leaned back on a pillow, with him kneeling before her on the floor at the foot of the bed. Sitting back on his heels, Mal parted her thighs and inched her skirt up. As he did so, he bent his head and licked at the skin he uncovered. The scent of her arousal filled him and he groaned and scraped his teeth along her thigh.

Breathing harder with each lick and nip, and biting her lip to keep from moaning, Inara watched the dirty blond top of his head as it drew closer to where her legs joined. The skirt slid as far as it would go, and Mal lifted her hips to pull the cloth to her waist, revealing a pair of matching peach lace panties. Dipping his head, he nuzzled at the wet crotch, finally pressing his tongue down over her clit.

Inara moaned loudly and squirmed as pleasure flooded her. “Mmmmm, oh yeah baby.” Her legs began to shake and she raised them, resting them on his shoulders. Mal cupped her hips and lifted her enough to tug her panties down to her ankles, hooking them together behind his head. He gazed down at her wet cunt, his eyes flaming with lust.

She begged him, “Yes, do it. Touch me there, Mal, touch me!”

He l