The Companion Kiss
"Captain, I have a way into the house. He's hosting a ball next week. We can get on the guest list if I pretend to be a Companion. I can forge Guild certification easily."
He choked on his coffee and sputtered, "No."
Yet there he was a week later in his tight suit with his pretty little pilot all gussied up and Companionified hanging on his arm.
"Stop staring," she whispered as they made their way through the ballroom.
"I'm not starin'," he snapped, although he knew full well that he was gawking like a stupid teenager.
His eyes traveled up and down her figure without his consent. He wasn't sure where she got the dress, not that it mattered. He just wanted to know why he hadn't seen her in it yet.
He picked the lock to the office and they slipped inside to steal what they came for.
"Where's it exactly?" he asked.
"Behind that painting in the wall safe."
Mal went to move it, but she caught his hand and slammed him up against the wall. His heart got lodged in his throat and he was suddenly aware of how close she was to him and the way her body felt pressed against his…
"River, this ain't the best time to be doin'…whatever you're doin'…"
"Someone is coming, Captain. Kiss me."
"What?" he croaked. Suddenly his throat was very dry…
"Someone is about to come into this room. We'll blow our cover if we aren't engaged in foreplay."
"F-fore…foreplay?"
She rolled her eyes and pulled him down to meet her lips. He knew that he gave in a little too readily and maybe the tongue was a little uncalled for and maybe he shouldn't have picked her up and stumbled into the desk, but he was just trying to make it look believable…
The door opened and one of the servants caught them making out passionately against the mahogany desk. He cleared his throat and River pulled back to look at him.
"Please appease your client elsewhere. Perhaps somewhere with a bed," the servant suggested.
"Yes of course. We'll be along in a moment," River responded politely.
He shut the door and she moved towards the wall. "Help me move this before he returns. By the way, the desk was a nice touch."
He grinned and got ready to the lift the painting. He paused. "Did you hear that? I think he's comin' back…"
"No he's not."
"Better safe than sorry, don't you think?"
"Nice try, Captain, but there's work to be done."
"You're the one that wanted to play Companion," he grumbled.
"You're the one that insisted on being the client."
Suggested by Misstic