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A Companion's Friend

Captain Malcolm Reynolds was going over his finances when he sighed. He had just enough money to feed the crew for a week, maybe two if he could find some good deals. He needed to forget about flying. The fuel bill alone would be more than he had. The problem was that he couldn't find any work.

It had been months since the incident on Miranda, and since then, no one wanted to give him or his crew a job. He didn't exactly associate with people who followed the letter of the law. All of them were scared that the Alliance was keeping tabs on them, which they very well could have been. Finding only scarce day jobs that had nothing to do with flying, they had quickly burned through any money that they had saved up.

Being stranded on Beaumonde wasn't something that he was enjoying. The city of New Huntsville was crowded and filthy, being one of the many cities that specialized in producing goods for sale in the Core. Serenity didn't belong stranded on the ground. She belonged up in the air, sailing through the Black.

"No job yet?" came the tired voice that he knew so well. Looking up, the beautiful face of Inara Serra looked back at him. He wasn't surprised at her tiredness. It was very late and the rest of his crew were fast asleep. Mal was too worried to properly sleep.

"Not yet," he confessed, pouring her a cup of tea. The coffee had long since run out, and it was too expensive to replace at the moment. "Should be any day now," he lied.

"Have you given any thought to what we talked about?" she asked, taking the cup and thanking him. Inara had been hit just as bad as the rest of the crew. Since Miranda, she had been removed from the Companion's Guild. Of course, she understood why and even agreed with it. That didn't lessen the sting. Without the guild, she couldn't book clients. She'd have to become a common whore, which was something that she absolutely refused to do. Thankfully, she still had all of her old contacts.

Malcolm sighed and put his half-finished cup down. "Yeah. It may be our only choice now. As much as I dislike the thought of askin' for favors, I dislike starvin' to death even more."

Inara had a contact that she was friendly with that seemed to always be flushed with cash. Like his crew, her contact was in the business of procuring items by any means necessary. To put it bluntly, he was a crook. A damn good one if Inara was to be believed. Mal's hesitance wasn't due to the man himself, but his relationship with Inara. Mal had long since given up hope of ever starting a relationship with the former Companion, but old habits die hard. He didn't like the idea of someone else getting into her bed, even though he had no right to. The funny thing was that he didn't even know if they had that kind of relationship. Mal had just assumed. Now, however, he had very little choice. Inara offered to call him up and ask for assistance in the form of a paying job. She assured him that this "Harry" fellow wouldn't turn her down. Mal just had to bite the bullet and stop being pigheaded.

"Make the call as soon as you can. Thank him for me, will you?" Mal said, draining the last of his tea before standing up.

"I will," Inara smiled, taking her tea with her as she headed back to her shuttle. She watched Mal walk back to his bunk before shaking her head sadly. She still cared for him but knew that any relationship with him would end in disaster. The clanking of her feet on the metal flooring seemed even louder in the dead of night as she finally reached the airlock. Opening the door, she walked in and placed her tea on a table before sitting in front of her screen. Turning on the system, she pulled up her list of contacts. Unfortunately, she didn't have access to the Companion Guild's database anymore, but luckily she was smart enough to store the most important information on an outside server. She scrolled down the list until she came to the right name, Harry Potter. Inara smiled.

She had met Harry Potter when she was fresh out of training. He had been doing some jobs for House Madrassa when he had caught her eye. Young and handsome, he had the air of excitement around him. It was easy for her to seduce him and get him into her bed. They shared a quick but passionate romance before she officially started her career as a Companion. Since then, they had kept in touch, even if it wasn't as much as she liked. Pressing the touchscreen, she sent him a wave.

Being the scoundrel that he was, she knew that he was most likely awake. He was a thief after all and did most of his work at night. Sure enough, he answered quickly.

"Inara! Good to see you," the green-eyed man said as his face filled the screen. Inara immediately returned his smile.

"Harry, it's wonderful to see you. How have you been?" she asked, taking the mug of tea off of her table and taking a sip.

"Can't complain. Listen, I'm kind of in the middle of a job. So can you call back in a few hours … or do you have something specific to ask?"

"What makes you think that I want something specific?" she smiled. Harry chuckled.

"Because you were removed from the Guild and probably have no money," he replied.

Shaking her head, Inara wanted to curse herself. Of course, he would know. He always kept his ear to the grindstone, not to mention that he probably still did jobs for the Guild. "Well, you're correct. I need a bit of help. I'm still with the Serenity, and the crew could use some work. We don't even have the coin to fill up on fuel," she confessed.

"Where are you guys at?" he asked.

"Beaumonde."

"I'm actually going to be close by the day after tomorrow. You know Aberdeen? It's in the same system."

"We know it," Inara told him. They had done a job for Badger there once. If she remembered correctly, it was mainly a mining planet.

"Good. I'll send you the time and location to meet me, along with any necessary instructions. I'll pay one thousand credits to be picked up after my job is complete, along with any goods that I may be carrying. I'll then need to be taken to a drop-off point. Once that's all finished, then we can talk about some more work that I need done. Agreed?" Harry asked, suddenly getting business-like. Inara sat up straighter. They could certainly use those thousand credits.

"Agreed. But we ... "

"Can't afford the price of fuel," Harry finished. "Send your account number. I'll send half now. You'll get the other half once I get to the drop-off point."

Inara nodded and sent him her account information. Checking her account, she saw that he did indeed transfer five hundred credits. She smiled and relaxed, her heartbeat slowing.

"I can't thank you enough," she told him. Harry just waved it off.

"No need to thank me. Just be at the meeting point and I'll be happy. Besides, I get to see you again. Remember the last time that we got together?" he smirked. Inara blushed fiercely.

They were caught fucking like drunk rabbits on a public beach in Sihnon. They were only able to get out of a ticket by bribing the Alliance law enforcement officer. Of course, all of the girls in her House had heard about it and teased her mercilessly. This was shortly before joining up with Mal and his crew. Having done her duty for the night, Inara finished off her tea before removing her dress and climbing into bed.

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"So we need to follow the train at a distance, and when we receive a ping at the frequency stated, we need to wait for him to jump off and parachute to the ground?" Mal asked, standing by River who was piloting the ship.

"That's what he said," Inara told him, looking out of the window as they hovered only a few dozen feet off of the ground.

"Doesn't sound too hard. Got that River?"

Seeing the spacey-brained girl nod, he turned to his second in command, Zoe, and began chatting with her. They waited nervously until finally, the train flew by. Giving the command, Mal held on as River took off and followed the train at a respectable distance.

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Harry smiled and nodded at the Alliance soldiers as he walked by. He needed to get into the "secret" cargo area of the train. It wasn't so secret to any well-seasoned thief, but that didn't mean that it was easy to get into. In fact, it was damn near impossible for most people. Thankfully, Harry wasn't most people.

When he had stopped aging, he didn't know what he wanted to do with his life. He used glamor charms for a while but eventually gave those up once the last of his friends had passed. As the decades passed, technology got better and better until the time came for humanity to break free of their solar system and spread throughout the Verse. This was an exciting time for Harry. After a very long initial trip, he was able to start a new life and be whatever he wanted to be. Deciding on a thief, he figured that that would give him the most excitement. He would get to travel the Verse and make money while not doing any backbreaking labor. Over the years, his skills had earned him a good reputation amongst the criminal elite and the many legitimate organizations that needed to bend the rules in their favor.

Going through the door into the next train compartment, Harry slipped into a bathroom stall and placed a Silencing Ward around the small area. Next, he transfigured the metal floor into paper and kicked a hole into it. Taking a deep breath, he placed some goggles over his eyes and climbed down into the buffering wind. With his feet dangling, he was able to use sticking charms on his hands to slowly work his way to the hatch door. This door was the only way to get into the high-security train vault that held the most valuable items. Even opening it legitimately was a chore.

Slowly he worked his way over until he was near. Unfortunately, the intense wind was pulling down his trousers so hard that his belt buckle snapped, sending his trousers down to his ankles. They fluttered there for a moment before being ripped off and flying off into the distance. "My pants!" Harry yelled out, looking down to see his weiner flopping in the wind. He had no choice but to continue on.

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"I really hope this guy knows what he's doing," Mal said as they watched the train in the distance. This Harry guy was crawling along the belly of a train car. That seemed insanely dangerous to him.

"Don't worry, Mal. This guy's a true professional. Not like the rinky-dink operation that you've got going here," she teased him. Unfortunately, just as she said that Harry's trousers smacked into the window of the Serenity before getting tangled in some of the metal parts.

"His pants flew off!" River cried out, giggling madly. Sure enough, as Mal, Inara, and Zoe looked into the distance, they could see his bare ass as he climbed into a hole that he made in the fuselage of the train.

"True professional, huh?" Mal snorted, chuckling happily. Inara just blushed and shrugged. The three girls looked at each other and cracked up laughing.

Thankfully, they didn't need to wait long for him to show up again. They watched as he jumped out with a small box under his arm. Somehow he had regained a pair of pants, which Mal was grateful for. He tumbled and corkscrewed in the air as the train left him behind. They followed just close enough to keep him within sight. Finally, once close to the ground, he popped his chute and slowly touched down. River landed not far from him. As they lowered the cargo door, they watched as Harry walked up carrying the bundled-up parachute.

"Inara … Captain Reynolds," Harry nodded, greeting the pair. "We should probably get going. The Alliance isn't going to be too happy once they find out their stuff is missing," Harry said, patting the small case that he was carrying.

"Nice to meet you. Inara has said good things about you," Mal countered as Jayne closed the hold.

"Really?" Harry smiled at Inara who smiled widely back.

"I told him that you were a scoundrel and that the only thing that you liked more than money is women," she snorted, making Harry laugh.

"That sounds about right," he replied. Turning to the Captain, Harry asked about the rest of the crew that seemed to be appearing from every crack and crevice.

"Oh, right. You obviously know Inara. This here is Zoe, second in command. The big fella is Jayne. Our pilot, River," Mal said, pointing to the skinny, brown-haired girl. "And the couple is our doctor, Simon, and our mechanic, Kaylee."

"Nice to meet you all," he greeted them who returned his greeting all at once. It seemed that they wanted to make a good impression on him. He wasn't surprised. Harry made sure to keep tabs on Inara when she decided to travel the Verse. It was very dangerous in the Black, and he didn't want her getting into trouble. He knew that this crew was unlikely to get any real work any time soon. He was their only choice. Just then, Inara whispered something in his ear.

"Well, Inara wants to speak with me, so I'll be with her. Captain, once we get to Lu'Weng on Sihnon, I'll pay the other five hundred. After I drop off my goods …" Harry said, patting his case. " … we can talk about some more work that I need done."

"That sounds fine, Harry," Mal told him, getting to work as River made her way to the bridge to take them to the Core.

Inara took his hand and dragged him back to her shuttle. Once safely inside, Harry tossed his disposable parachute in the corner of the room. He didn't want to leave behind any evidence. He would dispose of it as soon as possible. Placing the hard, composite case on her table, he was about to talk to her when her lips smashed into his.

Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck as she deepened the kiss. Opening their mouths, their tongues slid over one another as his hands lowered from her back, down to her tight, dress-covered ass. Breaking the kiss, he lowered the shoulder straps of her flowing, silk dress and lowered it down. Pooling around her feet, Inara stepped out of the fabric and presented her nude body to him. He wasted no time in dipping his head down and capturing her hard nipple with his lips. Inara shuddered as her fingers threaded through his messy, black hair.

Her soft skin felt incredibly in his hand as he squeezed and cupped her ass. Hopping up, she wrapped her legs around his waist, and Harry held her up by her bottom as he carried her to her bed. Laying her down, his lips peppered her belly with kisses, and when his tongue dipped into her belly button, her legs parted wide, letting him know what she wanted. Lower his lips went, tasting her smooth skin along the way. His lips brushed over the freshly trimmed hair on her mound and down to the completely smooth skin of her folds.

Inara's eyes fluttered when his lips touched her wet slit. It had been too long since she had felt his touch, and she was desperate to take things to another level. His face was right up against her naked pussy. Inara rested her bare feet on his shoulders as he licked, sucked, and tasted her fluids as they gushed out of her quivering pussy. She was so worked up that she grabbed the back of his head and ground her soaking pussy right up against his face. Seeing that her juices were smeared on him, she pulled him up and began licking his face clean. She deeply against his cheek as he dipped his abnormally large cock into her.

"I've missed having you in me," she moaned into his ear. Wrapping her legs around him, she pulled him into her as deep as possible, her tight walls squeezing his girth.

"It's been a long time," Harry groaned as she used her training to tighten herself around him. With every thrust, he felt as if he were about to cum. The sounds of the wet clapping of their bodies were nearly drowned out by the delicate moans that Inara gave off as he continuously bottomed out within her. She held him close as his lips found her slender neck. She hoped that he wouldn't leave a mark as he began sucking on her fragrant skin.

Inara suddenly squealed when he pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach. Knowing her as well as he did, she wasn't shocked when he pulled her into one of her favorite positions. Grabbing the front of her thighs, he penetrated her and lifted her bottom half up until she was resting on her outstretched hands. Her legs splayed in a V, she began getting pounded hard while in the wheelbarrow position. Her tits jiggled and swayed back and forth as his hips collided with her ass. Her pussy was tingling badly, and her arms were burning from holding her weight. Locking her ankles behind his back, Harry hooked his arms around her belly and chest and lifted her front half off the bed as well. Inara was crying out pathetically as she was being fucked doggystyle while never touching the ground. Her pussy couldn't take anymore. Spasming wildly, her body flopped around, and Harry had to place her face down on the bed. Using the last of her strength, she clamped her pussy down tight, coaxing a load from his bloated balls. She heard him groan before he pushed into her as far as possible. She felt the familiar warmth spreading throughout her body as he came within her. His hands were fondling her tits and clit as he filled her with his seed. With one last shudder, she laid still on the bed and let him finish.

Pulling out of her, he laid by her side and kissed her naked back.

"Just like old times, huh?" he teased, nibbling on her delicate shoulder. Inara laughed, still breathing deeply.

"I forgot how good you are with that thing," she returned, softly flicking his cock with her finger. Harry laughed and rolled onto his back. He reached over and pulled her on top of him. Inara squealed and smacked his shoulder, but remained on him. Moving her legs to either side, she began grinding her naked, cum-slickened pussy against his rapidly hardening cock.

"I'm going to need a moment," Harry told her, smiling at how fast she was able to recover. Her response was to kiss down his body until her lips and tongue found his cock. Harry laid there with his hands behind his head, enjoying all of the tricks that a Companion had to offer.