Naked!

by Wicked Willow

Just a dark romantic ficlet I had running around my head about two of our caracters. Please read and review my short little story.

Disclaimer: All characters from Firefly belong to the genius of Joss Whedon. I praise them that they allow lowly fans like us to play with their creations.

Authors Note: This story started out in a kind of dark place so beware that there may be things inside that you may find offensive discussed. Other than that the pairing in is a secret because it would ruin the plot. Thanks so much for reading and be sure to let me know what you think, good or bad.

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She had left him naked in the middle of the desert over a double cross. Now, as she lay there in front of him passed out drunk, he couldn't believer his eyes. There, in his very own bunk, was the woman who had been the very bane of his existence, ripe for the taking.

Before she had the chance to wake up, he checked her for weapons, the tied her wrists behind her back with his belt. He didn't want her getting away from him as he smirked his revenge for the naked bit. As she began to come around, he quickly removed her of her clothes, tossing them in the corner or the room. Let's see how cocky she is when she isn't the one in charge of the situation.

She rolled over, finally coming to. He started as he recalled what a beautiful woman she really was. He delivered she could be the single most perfect woman in the verse, except that she irritated him so much.

"Well, what are you waiting for lover? We've both been dying for this so bring it on." She sat up and leaned towards him, pressing her lips over his. He pulled away quickly and she smiled. "No poison this time. Now untie me, and give me what I really want."

He wasn't sure that he believed her, but he had finally admitted that he had wanted her since the first moment he'd seen her on his ship. He reluctantly did as she asked and was surprised when she flung herself at him hungrily, devouring his mouth.

As they moved together as one towards sweet release, he gazed into her passion glazed eyes. Pleasure coursed through her body as she moaned his name, "Mal". As always that was the moment that his body ripped him away from his dreams, covered in sweat. He rolled over and groaned, trying to go back to sleep. Just as he drifted back off to a now dreamless sleep, he uttered her name, the single word holding all of his loves and frustrations. Inara.