The "Glad you're okay" kiss
"You ain't a fan of negotiations are you?" Mal asked into the barrel of a .45 caliber Smith and Wesson semi-automatic handgun.
"How can ya tell?" the man on the other end of the gun deadpanned.
"Somethin' about the gun in my face said it all."
Mal heard the hammer click into place. He looked over at Zoe and Jayne. They were both on their knees beside him with other guns in their faces. He still wasn't sure how they were able to get the upper hand, but he didn't really care. He was focused on finding a way out of their current situation.
-Bang-
Everyone looked back at the tiny figure standing beside the cargo, gun in hand. Her purple dress stood out against the dry colors of the desert along with her long brunette hair.
"Gorramit River," Mal hissed under his breath. He told her specifically, "Stay home on this one" and of course she didn't listen.
She had shot at the ground by the leader's foot to get their attention. It was time to go into crazy killer woman mode. She smiled and then started shooting.
Mal hit the closest guy in the back of the leg, caught their gun—his was still in a pile six feet away—and then shot him as he stood. He watched in horror as River took a punch across the face.
He narrowly avoided a bullet from somewhere behind him. He turned around and shot the gun hand before returning his eyes to River. He heard a gunshot and she fell to the ground.
He took a few shots before edging closer to her. She wasn't moving. His heart stopped and his breathing hitched. She's dead. They shot her, he thought shakily. He felt his heart break.
He fought harder and out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash of purple. He whipped around and she was standing, shooting one of the hired guns in between the eyes.
The last man fell and he jogged over to her. She wiped some of the dirt off of her arms, pausing to look up at her captain.
He looked her over carefully. A few scrapes, but nothing substantial. A wave of relief washed over him. She was okay. Alive and okay. She heard the thought and smiled. "I played dead like a possum. Sorry if I alarmed you at-"
He didn't let her finish. He grabbed her and kissed her as hard as he possibly could. His albatross was okay. For a minute there, he thought that she was dead and gone forever.
At first she froze. The captain was kissing her. She heard his thoughts and relaxed, eventually shutting her eyes and kissing him back.
Zoe and Jayne watched in shock. Mal was kissing the crazy girl. It wasn't a simple little kiss either. It was all out, messy, open mouthed, tongues colliding, hands everywhere.
They finally pulled apart and he put on his best captainy voice. "What did I say about playin' with guns?"
She smirked and began, "No to-" only to be cut off by another assault on her lips by his.
"What the hell is he doin'?" Jayne asked Zoe. She smiled.
"He's just lettin' her know that he's glad she's okay," she paused, watching Mal pick her up at the waist, hands roaming her back, tongue down her throat. "Real glad she's okay…"
Suggested by Gwenfrewi72 and The Puppeteer
(The ideas were similar, so I decided to put them into one fic. I hope you don't mind…)
