Victoria woke up only a few hours later. She was warm and comfortable, that's about all she knew at that moment. She opened her eyes slowly, and blinked. Mal. Serenity. She found herself blushing as she realized she was sleeping on him. His breathing told her he was also sleeping. She moved her head a bit to look up at him. He was serine. Calm. Pretty. She reached up and touched the side of his face lightly, dragging her finger over his nose and down to his lips, tracing them softly. She continued to trace down his neck and over his chest. She didn't notice when his eyes opened, watching her. "Hēi, měilì de." (Hey beautiful). He grabbed her hand as she jumped, eyes growing wide. "Sh. Sh. It's ok." He tightened his arm around her. She hadn't even noticed it there, around her waist. "Sh měilì. Sh. You ok?" his voice was soft and she relaxed. He pulled the hand he still had a hold of to his lips and kissed it softly.
She watched him not answering, as if worried. His colors were warm, happy, purples and greens, contented blue, though there was a small bit of red, watchful, ready for anything red. Though it faded a bit. "I'm… ok." She said softly, moving a bit. She became aware that they were both naked, and her reaction of pulling away in surprise with big eyes, and lips rounded made him laugh. She gave him a rather annoyed look as she wiggled closer, and stopped with a wince. "Or not." She murmured as his hands moved to her hips. She closed her eyes for a second. It hurt. Her legs came up, more to alleviate the pain. Her legs touched his and he moved to wrap both arms around her, laying on his side. "Forgot that part." She added.
He chuckled softly. "Wǒ měilì de àiqíng. (my beautiful love) You sure you're ok?" he touched her chin lightly. She nodded.
"Been worse. Ah! Stop it!" his hand slipped down to stroak her ribs, the broken ones, but the touch was so soft it tickled. "Please." She whispered, before his lips covered hers. Her hands slipped up to pull his head closer to her. Her hands playing with his short hair. Her eyes were closed. He moaned as her teeth pulled at his bottom lip. He closed his eyes letting her lips play with his mouth. And her tongue. She was a good kisser, or maybe he just really enjoyed having her close. He pulled her closer ignoring her gasp as he kissed her back, hard. She moaned as his hands continued to brush her skin. She tried to wiggle back, which made him grin as he followed her. He kissed down her neck, down to her breasts. "Stop." She moaned. "Please." She whispered. He pulled away, probably a bit too quick if the wack against the wall was any example.
"Are you ok?" he asked his voice rising with worry. "I didn't mean to hurt you." He pulled his hands away.
"Y-you didn't. Well. I hurt. Don't need to push it more. But don't go!" he'd started to get out of the bed. Her hand snagged his. He stopped and looked at her. He sighed.
"I don' wan' to hurt you. Mean that." He murmured as he stayed sat up. She frowned at him. He reached out a hand to touch the side of her face. "Or mess this up." He added, before squeezing her hand and stood up. She blushed again, her eyes locked on his manhood, getting a chuckle out of him. "Come on. I'm a mite hungry. Bet you are to." He said softly, watching her pout. She was hard to ignore, expecially with her hair like that. And her pout. "Now now. Don't play dirty."
"But you like that." She said softly, slipping off the bed, ignoring the pain. She took the sheet with her moving close to him, but not before he got his boxers and pants back on. She frowned. "Your colors say you want more, but your mouth says no. Why?" she grabbed his hand before he could put on the shirt, and tugged it out of his hand. She held onto it.
He took a step forward, and put his hands on her shoulders, watching her face as she dropped the sheet. That alone made it difficult to talk. "My mouth say's no, Léi, because my stomach is a hungry. And don't need ya hurt." He kissed her forhead lightly before grabbing for his shirt. She snagged it away, stepping back. She pulled the cotton shirt on. It fell about half way down her thighs. She sighed as she rolled up the sleeves. He chuckled. "That, is beautiful." He said softly, going to grab another shirt. The brown looked good on her, but he found another one that was blue. He tugged it on, then grabbed his boots. She watched him, crossing her arms. "You've got other clothes, ya don't have to take mine… Unless ya don't?" she glared at him and walked past him and climbed up the ladder, giving him a rather fantastic view of her ass.
He frowned as he put the boots on. He followed her up. She was sitting in the kitchen. She watched him, warry now. He could see the pain in the back of her eyes, but it was distant. She was thinking of him. "He'll be back you know. He'll try to get me again. He won't give up." She said softly, her dark eyes holding his for a moment before looking down at her bare thighs
"And we'll stop 'im, Ài. (love) I don't plan on loosin' you." He said softly. "Which reminds me. You need clothing that ain't Kaylee's." he said looking her over. "Not that I don't mind ya wearin' mine, but Kaylee need's her clothes." She sighed.
"Only if you come with. I won't go out there alone with him still around. I d-don't w-want t-to…" she started to close down and he could see it. He stopped trying to make food and moved to her side, touching her shoulder, and then her face, pulling it up to look at him.
"Of course I'll come with. Don't you go panicking on me. Get dressed." He said calmly, pulling her to her feet and giving her a quick kiss. "Go." She nodded, the fear coloring her face for a second before she slipped off.
Mal stood there a moment, wondering what had just happened. It was… odd. She was different. Some moments fully coherent, then others… The only reason he hadn't shot that Yīkuài gǒu shǐ (piece of shit) was the fact that everyone was standing there. He didn't know much about her, but he wanted to. He moved to continue making food. It took only a few moments till she was back, still in his shirt, but with jeans and boots. A belt kept the shirt from looking overly huge on her. He grinned like an idiot, which made her blush. "I can't look that bad." She said looking down.
"No. No. Your ai. Come on. Eat and then we'll go." He said softly, pointing at the food. She nodded serving herself. He felt awkward again. He watched her carefully as they both ate. She kept looking up at him.
"What is so interesting?" she asked him suddenly. "you keep staring at me." He didn't answer as he finished. She muttered something as he grabbed her plate and washed it.
"Come on. Let's go." He said checking himself. Coat, gun, everything else. He smiled at her as she moved up to him. He frowned slightly as she winced. He needed to be more careful. She was not as strong as she seemed. "You good?"
"Been better, but nothing that won't get better." She answered, suddenly cold. She was confusing. He sighed, pulling her close. He kissed the top of her head.
"Come on Léi. Let's go before someone gets back. The doc and mei mei will return soon." He murmured into her hair, his arms slipping down to rest just on top of her hips. She closed her eyes resting her head on his shoulder. "I mean that. Come on let's go." He said pulling away, watching her. She nodded and followed him out of the Serenity, glancing behind her as the doors closed. A noise made her start and she grabbed onto his arm fear coloring her eyes. He chuckled softly. "Nothin' ta worry 'bout, Léi. Just a noise." He murmured, letting her latch on. It made him feel warm. Beyond the fact that she was obviously wearing his shirt, this was a tact claim on her… or her on him. One of those. She was looking like a doe caught in the head lights though. Her gaze flickering from thing to thing. The colors were bright in the sun. He knew the dust was making everything a tad fuzzy look about it. He did move quickly, her nervousness getting to him. He left her there, getting clothing, which was good, but he needed to make a call.
