Reluctantly, he let his hand slip away from her waist. She was going to tell him what he'd feared; that his touch was unwelcome now they were partners rather than just friends, that they had to keep a line between them now they were working together. He kept his eyes closed, not wanting to see hers as she told him. He forced himself to keep thinking of the only upside; they could at least still be friends. There was too much between them - too much shared - for them to stop being that, surely?
She looked away at first, afraid he may not want to hear what she had to say. Words weren't her strong point, but he hat to know.. she had to know where they stood... She took a careful breath, staying in his embrace.
"I fell in love with a friend once. Turns out he had fallen for me too, but we never told one another. There was too much between us back then, things that over time became less and less relevant but we still let it hang between us. We focused everything on our friendship... each of us trying only once to take it beyond that point... but we always hit the same walls. In time we both moved on, found other people to love... and in doing that drove a rift between us that was uncrossable. "
He listened to her draw breath, ready to start talking ... felt his heart sinking when he opened his eyes only to see her turn her head away, avoiding his gaze. He fought the urge to turn away himself, knowing that he might never get to hold her this close again when she turned him away.
He listened to her talk, the words making her move slightly against him, telling her of her friend ... her love ... that she'd let pass by, that had drifted away. He could understand that; he knew just from the way he felt when he looked at her that he'd be risking everything to tell her he wanted more than friendship, that it would destroy him if he'd said anything and she'd said no.
Then she turned back to him, hazel-green eyes open, everything about her bare in them. And she said it. He knew that she was braver than sin ... but she actually said it. He couldn't keep a slight tremble out of his arms as he looked at her, too stunned ... too happy ... to even think of breathing. He smiled, softly at first, then wider. Wonder evident in his voice, he spoke softly. "Darlin' .... Kara, don't you see? I'm already yours. You found me, dyin' in some ratpit from too much booze and too much death... and you saved me. You made me whole again ... you fly like an angel, fight like the devil, and touch me like you're made out of pure fire. Fallin' for you? I fell for you hard that night we shared a bathtub and more; I've been walkin' round here like a bison on eggshells, tryin' to avoid driving you away by askin' too much..."
She took a nervous breath, turning her face to look at him; watching his face... knowing he was likely thinking the worst. "The biggest mistake I made was never really telling him how i felt, because i was afraid to take a chance, that it would ruin what we had if we tried for something more... I won't make that mistake again." Her voice wavered a little and she took a calming breath before continuing. "I think I'm falling in love with you Mal Reynolds... And I don't want to stop falling."
She had to fight back the urge to cry... his words touching her, dispelling the fear she had held that he would push her away, that she would have to live with him day after day knowing he wasn't interested... but instead he stole her breath when he spoke.
No words could have described the way she felt at that moment... even if she could have spoken them. So she did the only thing she knew felt right. She brought her hands to cup his face, pulling him in to a long, emotion packed kiss that left her trembling in its wake.
When she kissed him, it was as if she were pouring everything she was, everything she felt into it... and he found himself responding in kind, unable to even think, let alone try and speak. His arms moved up from her waist, wrapping around her, trapping her arms between them as he held her close.
The breadth of emotion she was throwing at him left him literally breathless, unable to do anything but gaze into her eyes when she broke the kiss off, everything else about who they were and where they were lost to him.
It took a moment for her to catch her breath, a playful smile spreading across her face, eyes locked onto his. "You love me? You really love me?" She asked in an almost singsong voice. "There's no take backs you know.."
It was childish in a way, true. but she needed to hear him say it... that would make it real...
He wasn't one to ever back down - unless he needed to. "Take backs? Why would I want a take back?" He leaned against her, tipping her head back a little so that their noses touched, his mouth almost on top of hers. "I love you, Kara Thrace."
The playful grin that had been on her face was replaced with a smile that lit up her eyes. Just hearing him say it, so confidently.... it soothed away old aching memories and wrapped her in a comfortable blanket of warm feelings. "I love you too, Malcom Reynolds..." She whispered softly before closing the distance between them, her lips brushing his once more.
He loved that playful grin of hers. Every time he saw it, it warmed him through, shining like a beacon in the dark ... but it wasn't anything like that slow, glorious smile that replaced it. And she loved him. Him, Malcolm Reynolds. That was the last thing he thought of as he felt her lips move to brush against his, soft and open. He knew one thing for certain; he was never going to get tired of kissing her.
She sighed softly against his mouth, savouring the kiss as he pressed her back against the wall. They had come so far in so little time together. Everything just felt right with him...
For weeks, he'd been on tenterhooks around her, not knowing whether their first hectic, passionate days together had been just a once off, a reaction to stress and too much trauma ... or maybe something more. Now, with his arms around her, lips moving softly against his... everything meant more. Each kiss felt like the first, shaking him down to his boot soles.
She groaned softly, kissing him long and slow. Lords but she'd missed this... they had backed off of one another when they'd fallen into getting Serenity ready to fly... but it had been painful. She'd ached every moment wanting to touch him again. But she didn't want to drive him away. She'd done that far too many times already. She needed this. needed him... the rest of the 'verse be damned.
He'd been scared of pushing her away; with no-one else in the 'verse left who gave a damn, she'd become the only solid thing left, the person he could count on. They'd worked together on the Serenity, talked the days away, inches from touching but always a little held back; he'd thought she was keeping her distance, but truth was, they'd both paused, unsure of where the other was. Well, he knew where he was, where he wanted to be; right here with her. When the kiss finally broke, he moved to keep one hand on her cheek, softly brushing her skin with his thumb as he stared at her for a second, smiling softly; then he bent to kiss her again, tasting those soft, red lips again.
She pulled back from the kiss slowly, swallowing hard. "How about... we forget lunch..." She brought her hand to his cheek and kissed him again, a little deeper, hungrier.
He watched her swallow... she looked so tender, so ... vulnerable. The kiss did more than shake him to his boots; it made his blood turn to fire. He felt the folded cuff of his shirt slide a little more towards his elbow as he stroked her cheek again, and when the kiss finally ended... he sighed softly, and said the first thing came to mind. "I think... I forgot everything else in the verse but you first instant you kissed me... and I want to do a whole lot more than kiss you..."
"Then what are you waiting for..." She said, her voice low, gravelly with emotion. "its been to damned long..."
He didn't hesitate; jaw set, he started moving quickly towards his quarters, one hand catching hers to tow her along with him. "I thought... you might not want to be more than friends. Didn't want to drive you away. Now... wu de ma, I ain't never lettin' you go."
She gripped his hand following him. "Damned right you're not..." She grinned as they reached his quarters. She took hold of the ladder and climbed down, dropping the last few rungs as she jumped down.
He dropped straight down, feet slowing his impact; he couldn't be bothered to wait long enough to climb safely. His knees bent as he hit the deck, but he used the momentum, turning to catch her in his arms, mouth moving to seek hers out hungrily, the intensity of his kiss a sharp contrast to the gentle touch of his arms.
She groaned, pressing into him, returning the kiss hungrily, aching for him, Gods they'd wasted so much time dancing around already... she had been a little scared of the intensity of her feelings for him at first, but when they had both pulled back... that had scared her even more... She needed this. Needed him... her hands found their way to his shirt, fisting into the fabric as she kissed him long and hard.
He kept his arms around her, too intent to shake, much though he felt like he was trembling inside. every taste of her, every touch had seemed like drinking paradise in human form. She was soft through the fabric of her shift, soft and warm. He'd told himself he could do without her touch if she just wanted friendship and no more; he'd been lying like Bester in heat. He couldn't do without her any more than he could do without air.
He tugged her shirt up out of the britches she wore, pulling her braces down so that the shirt hung lose around her hips. He kept kissing her, not bothering with undoing her buttons; instead, he simply gathered two large handfuls of her shirt and started lifting it in one piece, up towards her shoulders.
She pulled back, lifting her arms so he could pull the shirt off before her hands went back to his shirt, tugging at the last buttons before shoving it off his shoulders, fingers tracing down newly exposed skin as her mouth south his once more.
He let the shirt flutter to the ground unnoticed, his mouth moving down to kiss softly along the line of her jaw and down along the side of her neck, nuzzling softly as his hands moved slowly, fingertips tracing along her shoulders and down her back.
"Gods... I've missed you..." she whispered, burying her face into his neck, letting her hands roam over shoulders, gently gripping biceps before moving to his back, down to his waist.
He could feel her hands exploring him gently, same way he was hers... none of the frenzied urgency of their first time. He traced over the skin of her back, feeling the muscles shift underneath as she moved; he ghosted his hands around her hips, tracing the line of her pants before moving up over her stomach, his lips only leaving her neck once ... to whisper "Wanted you so much..."
She moved to slip a hand beneath his chin, lifting his mouth to hers once more. "You've got me..." She breathed against his lips before kissing him slow and sensual.
Her mouth was hot and hungry against his, and he couldn't help but respond in kind; one of his hands moved up to her hair, keeping her mouth pressed tight against his as he walked her backwards towards the bunk, following her down onto it when the bunk hit the back of her knees.
The weight of him over her wrapped her in a warmth she couldn't even begin to compare. Her hands ghosted down his back settling over his hips as her fingertips traced along the waistband of his trousers, barely dipping below as her mouth moved to his neck, trailing down to the hollow of his throat.
When she started to move down towards his neck he moved his mouth up, kissing the tip of her nose, then slowly along the line of her forehead and across her temple towards her ear, where he paused to gently nibble gently on her earlobe. Not wanting to take his eyes off her, he moves his hands slowly down to bring her knee up so that he could start tugging her boot free, lips never leaving her body.
She slipped her foot from her boot, chuckling a little when she heard it hit ground a short distance away. She brought her bootless foot to hook over his leg, pressing her hips to his with slow, deliberate movements.
He moaned softly as she pulled him close, stroking herself against him with slow, even movements that sent the blood singing through his ears. He paused for a second, trying to breathe, then moved his hips slowly against hers, pressing down against her through the fabric of their remaining clothes, his mouth moving to let him nip softly at the nape of her neck.
The feel of him rubbing against her sent a jolt of delicious heat surging through her, her heart racing as she responded back with a slow, erotic grind of her hips. She managed to work her other foot free of its boot using the side of the bed, before wrapping her other foot over his leg.
She was wrapped around him, legs and arms pulling him tight. He had to stop to rub his feet together, working his boots to drop away; one, he heard clatter to the deck; the other shot off somewhere, landing with the sound of breaking glass... but whatever that was, it wasn't important. He reached up and titled her chin back, letting him kiss his way down from the point of her chin to the notch at the base of her throat as his hips started to move again, spiralling inside the circle her legs created, rubbing deliciously against her.
"Gods Mal..." she gasped, her body arcing beneath his, pressing against him. She shifted her weight, rolling him so she was sitting astride him, hands on his shoulders as she ground her hips against him, bucking and grinding slowly as she nipped at his lip.
Oh, he liked that. He found himself grinning faintly, same way he did when he could feel that winning hand come through; lord, but she was sweeter than any victory in battle, any hooch he'd ever tasted. Seeing as she'd put him so perfectly in place, he had to oblige; he let his hips move automatically, slowly rolling and grinding up against her as he ghosted his hands up to tug her bra free, letting her fill his hands with the soft gentle warmth of her breasts, palms and fingers slowly moving.
A low, sensual moan escaped her and she ground down against him harder, feeling his need for her even through the layers of clothing... gods but she felt so damned good, the way he touched... just right... and gods yes… right there... She leaned forward slightly, sweat damp hair tumbling over her face as she continued to work her hips against his, trembling with each movement now, so frakkin' close...
He moved his head up to kiss her softly, her hair thick around their faces as he arched his back; the kiss tasted of her, hot and smoky-sweet, but the movement pulled him away from her, and he couldn't live with that. He sank back against the bed, pressing up against her as she rocked against him, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He swept his palms slowly along the underside of her breasts, then ghosted his thumbs across her nipples, lightly at first, then more heavily, slowly rolling and teasing them.
"Oh... oh gods...'' she gasped, her body quivering as she pressed against him, trying to keep the rhythm steady as she shattered, waves of raw pleasure coursing over her as she gripped his shoulders.
He watched her as she broke, hands moving to sweep around to her back, pulling her down against him. He cradled her in his arms as she shuddered, his arms shaking from the surge of pleasure she'd sent through him. Her bare skin was felt like hot electricity against his chest, his lips seeking hers out automatically.
"Love you..."' she gasped, nuzzling his neck, hands trailing over his chest. Gently she rolled her finger around one nipple, her mouth finding his neck, biting lightly, then suckling the reddened skin.
He moved his hand up, catching and twirling a lock of her hair between thumb and forefinger before stroking gently along the line of her ear. "I love you, too... more'n this ship, even..." he whispered, then hissed softly as she bit his neck. Even that sent a ripple through him, emanating out from her sharp white teeth. He moved to grasp her hips, lifting them up a little from him so that he could slip one hand between them, starting to work at the fastenings on her britches.
She braced her hands against his shoulders, forcing herself upwards, sitting back up to give him access to her pants even as she began to work on his, slowly unfastening them
For some reason, he couldn't help chuckling softly as their hands worked in tandem. "Always did love a woman who looked good in a pair of britches... and I ain't never seen one look as good as you." He grinned at her, eyes shining as he tugged her up by her waistband, slipping her pants over her hips slowly.
She grinned, rolling off of him as she kicked the pants off, flinging them away with a kick, resulting in another crash against the floor.
He bucked his hips up off the bed, pulling his pants and shorts off together in a few jerked motions, kicking his legs until they fell against the deck. "Good thing I wasn't wearing a fightin' iron..." he muttered before rolling onto his side, slipping an arm around her. "And now the only thing protectin' your virtue is some feminine undergarments..." he muttered, bending his head to nip at the base of her throat, stinging the skin a flushing red.
She groaned, arching against him as his mouth found her neck once more. "I.. I think you can take care of that... can't you?" She asked, slow and teasing, her hand guiding his to her hip.
He let his hand rest on her hip for a few seconds, fingers slowly stroking. "It might take me a few moments... I might get all distracted..." he murmured against her neck, his hand slipping under the elastic of her panties, running down along the notch of her hip to slip completely inside that last piece of clothing, his fingers slowly stroking along her core.
A low moan escaped her, hips pressing onto his hand as he touched her, already slick and hot, aching for his touch. "Gods...." she gasped, breathless.
He ran his fingers slowly back and forth along her, feeling them glide over her skin already slick for him. "You have any idea how good you feel?" he whispered, having to pull his mouth back from her neck so that he could get back some smidgen of control. He leant his forehead against hers, his arm moving around her shoulders to keep her close. He kept moving his fingers slowly along her until her eyes flickered open. He stared into those perfect hazel-green eyes of hers, and slipped a finger gently inside her, stroking softly.
Her fingers instantly dug into his shoulders, her hips pushing against his hand. "Oh... Oh gods Mal..." She groaned, small tremors already working through her as she ground against his hand, her breath short and ragged.
"Maybe ... maybe we should let you ... keep those feminine undergarments, and just... do this a lot." He couldn't help the wide, feral grin on his face at the sight of her, mouth open and eyes shut as she groaned. He kept moving his hand gently, finally slipping a second finger in too work with the first; the feeling of her clamping around his fingers... dear lord in heaven.
She gasped, pressing her hips down onto his hand, hips writhing against him, "gods Mal... Want you..." her breath hitched as her body trembled, tightening around his fingers.
He slipped his fingers out of her slowly. He had to go slowly; if he didn't, then he'd lose more than just the power of thought. He ran his fingers back to the elastic again, slowly working her panties down her legs until he could drop them onto the floor; that done, he shifted, moving to lie against her as his arms moved around her again. He kissed his way slowly back up her jaw then paused, trembling. He looked at her for a second, eyes soft and open, then without saying a word started to slowly slip into her as he kissed her softly again, breath sighing out of him.
She met his eyes, holding his gaze as he pressed into her, the sensation making her skin tingle. She fought the urge to close her eyes, instead she watched, arching against him as he sunk into her, filling her, more than just physically, emotionally.... gods but she needed him....
She rose up around him like a healing balm, until he felt as if his entire being had been enfolded in soft warmth. She was so utterly perfect... felt so utterly perfect... and her eyes were enough to swallow him whole, leave him floating in perfect bliss. "Love you..." he whispered... the only words he seemed to be capable of.
Her response was a breathless, feather-soft brush of her lip over his, fingers tangling in his hair as she moved with him, arching and grinding her hips to his, savouring each movement.
The feather-light kisses seemed perfect for the moment... he started matching her soft, open mouthed kisses with his own, moving himself slowly against her, every movement letting them arch together, move together, grind together.
She wrapped her legs over his, fingers gripping hold of his shoulders again as she strained against him, so damned close to breaking....she gasped sharply, her voice sinking into a low, sensual moan.
He shivered as she gasped sharply in his ear; he could feel himself racing towards the edge with every movement, and the way she strained up against him, moved with him and against him... he felt his head come to rest next to hers, gasping sharply as he started to shake. "Kara..." he whispered...
"Gods… love you..." She moaned, breaking over the edge, a wash of raw pleasure coursing over her, fingers digging into his shoulders, her face buried against his neck to muffle the screams that escaped her.
He shuddered hard against her, losing all sense of rhythm as he broke, growling out a deep moan of satisfied pleasure, his arms pulling her up tight against him. He heard her say she loved him again... but it was seconds before he had the breath to answer her, his vision drawn down to red-flecked darkness for a few seconds. "Love you ... too. Love you ... so much..." He found himself rocking her gently in his arms, her legs still wrapped tightly around him.
She looked up at him, her hand brushing over his cheek. "So where do we go from here, Captain?" She gave him a soft, sly smile, content to just rest in his arms for now...
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