Title: Latin
Series: Our Mrs. Cobb
Author: Sevangel
Disclaimer: Not mine; Willow and Firefly belong to Joss Whedon
Rating: PG-15
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"Sure you're up to liftin' this stuff?" Jayne asks as he pulls on a pair of gloves. "Crates are fair heavy, I gather."
"We can handle it." Kaylee says, River and Willow on her sides in support.
"Wasn't talkin' to you." Jayne smirks at Simon.
Simon rolls his eyes.
"Simon can handle it." Willow says, circling the doctor. "He's not too scrawny."
"Hey!" Simon protests.
Kaylee giggles and pats Simon on the back. "Don't listen to Willow." She says. "You ain't scrawny, sides, she ain't one to judge size seein' how's she ain't into boys no more."
"You're starting to get just as bad as River." Willow glares at the mechanic.
"No, see, cause River woulda said somethin' way worse." Kaylee protests. "Just to see if'n she can make you blush."
"I know." Willow agrees.
River sticks her tongue out at them and then with a squeal, runs to hide behind Jayne.
Jayne rolls his eyes and pushes the button to lower ramp. He takes one look at Mal standing outside and smirks. "Whoa there cap, tell me you didn't get into a fight with Monty?"
"Really?" Kaylee gasps. "But I thought we loved Monty." She turns to look at Zoe. "Don't we love Monty?"
"Sweetie, if he had a tussle with that sasquatch, we'd be in the dirt right about now, scoopin' up the captain's teeth." Zoe replies. "Ain't that so, sir?"
"You know what?" Mal growls. "I don't particular want to talk about it. Now we got work to do. Let's shut up and do it, dong ma?"
Willow's hand shoots up into the air.
"What?" Mal asks the redhead through clenched teeth.
"What's dong ma mean?" Willow asks curiously. "Cause at first I just thought it was some kinda penis reference but then Zoe said it once and she's all girl shaped so I figure it can't be…."
"You don't know what dong ma means?" Mal cuts in.
"That'd be why I asked." Willow replies.
"Willow, you don't speak Chinese?" Simon asks.
"Nope." Willow answers.
Everyone except for River stares at her.
"What?" Willow says. "Why are you all staring at me?"
"You don't speak Chinese." Mal says.
"Well, duh, I just said that." Willow replies. "What's the big?"
"Everyone speaks Chinese, even on the outer rim." Mal says. "How's it that you don't speak it?"
Willow shrugs. "Are you going to tell me what it means or not?"
"Understand." Mal replies.
Willow growls with frustration. "No, I don't understand, that's why I asked."
"It means understand." River clarifies.
"Oh." Willow mumbles.
Mal stares at Willow for a second before starting up the stairs.
"Inara was asking for you." Wash says as he passes the captain. "Wanted to…"
Mal just pushes past Wash, not paying a bit of attention to the pilot.
"So later with the talking." Wash mutters. He spots his wife and points to his nose before mouthing, 'what happened?'.
Zoe just shakes her head.
River, Kaylee, and Willow struggle with one of the large crates while Jayne effortlessly carries one it.
"Oh, man, am I out of shape." Willow mutters, bending over to pant heavily. "Somebody comes in here to kill us, I'm just gonna give in cause there's no way I could outrun them."
Jayne shakes his head and pushes past the girls to finish moving their crate.
Willow starts to follow River to get the last crate when she feels something. Looking over at the crate Book and Simon are carrying, she cocks her head to look at it. "Oh, goddess." Willow mutters, getting ready to run over to the crate.
River jumps in front of Willow to stop her. "No."
"But there's a…."
River puts her hand over Willow's mouth to stop her. "We have to go." River tells the watching crew. "Willow is not feeing well." She then grabs the witch's hand and drags her out off the bay and to their room.
"River, there's a person, a live person in that crate." Willow says, trying to move back to the door.
"I know." River replies.
Willow stops and turns to face the genius. "You know?"
"Yes." River says. "It's a surprise."
"But they're going to suffocate." Willow protests.
"No, they will be getting out soon." River replies. "We just have to wait for the captain to get mad."
"That shouldn't take much." Willow mutters. "He's like Grumpy from the seven dwarfs."
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"That's the plan?" Wash says a few seconds after Mal finishes talking.
"Yep." Mal replies.
"I'm confused." Willow says. "This woman married you, drugged you, disabled your boat and sent you to your deaths and now you're going to do crime with her?"
"Yep." Mal agrees.
"Okay." Willow replies. "I've participated in stupider plans. What's my part?"
"Last time you went on a job, you put my entire crew in danger." Mal says. "Why should I trust you?"
"I've explained that like a hundred times." Willow replies. "And I did help rescue you, okay, I didn't actual do anything but the intent was there."
"She can go with me." Inara says. "I'd honestly feel better if I were not alone."
"How we gonna explain that?" Mal replies. "You was the one who said Saffron went to companion school, ain't she gonna know you can't have a live-in-lover?"
Willow squeals. "We're not lovers."
Mal rolls his eyes. "I ruttin' know that."
"She will be my apprentice." Inara says. "She just graduated and is traveling with me for a few months."
"Will she buy it?" Mal asks.
"There's no reason why she shouldn't." Inara replies. She pulls Willow to her feet and then circles the redhead. "But first you need something a little more appropriate."
Willow looks down at the mechanic suit she borrowed from Kaylee. "Yeah, cause this isn't at all companionish."
"We'll have to go to my shuttle." Inara says. "Kaylee, River, you want to come with us?"
Both girls nod and jump to their feet.
"We don't got a whole lotta time." Mal protests.
"Twenty minutes." Inara replies. "That's all I need."
Mal grabs Simon's hand and looks down at the watch he's wearing. "That's all you got."
Inara nods and ushers the girls out of the mess and to her shuttle, hoping she can really pull this off in twenty minutes.
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Mal slams his hand on Inara's shuttle door. "Your twenty ruttin' minutes are up."
The door swings open to reveal River and Kaylee's smiling faces. "She's almost done."
"Little witch, you understand your part in this?" Mal asks.
"Stay hidden to ensure that your wife doesn't see me." River answers.
"Right." Mal replies. "And she ain't my wife."
"Are you sure this is okay?" Willow asks Inara as they move towards the door. "Cause this dress is really pretty and I don't want to get it all messy."
"Willow, it's fine." Inara says once again. "Frankly, it looks better on you anyways. The green matches your eyes."
Willow pulls up the bottom of the dress and steps out of the shuttle. She looks up to see the entire crew staring at her. "Hi."
"Hi." Wash says back.
"Willow, you look lovely." Simon says, shocking Kaylee.
Willow curtsies. "Thank you, kind sir."
Mal rolls his eyes though he does look Willow up and down. She's wearing an emerald green dress with those little tiny straps. It falls to her feet, kinda puffy at the bottom and is real tight on top. Her hair is gathered on top of her head, little curls hanging down and she's wearing make up, though not a lot. She honestly could pass as a companion.
River elbows Jayne.
"Yeah, ya look purty." Jayne grumbles.
"Thanks, Jayne." Willow says, looking down. "Whoa, look at those puppies." Her breasts are pushed up higher and showing more cleavage than she's done in years.
Book coughs and nudges Mal and Simon, who are both following Willow's gaze. "Well then, let's get this show on the road."
River steps up beside Willow and looks down at her chest. "At least it's less binding than the dominatrix outfit."
"Yeah." Willow agrees.
Mal stops and turns around to look at Willow with a shocked gaze. "Dominatrix?"
Willow blushes. "It was an undercover thing." She defends. "It wasn't like I was playing mistress of pain every night."
"Right then." Mal agrees, swallowing heavily. "Nara, you know your cue, don't come in until then."
"I know, Mal." Inara replies.
Mal walks down the steps to the bay while Kaylee, Book, Wash, Jayne, and Zoe walk down the hall towards the mess leaving River, Simon, Inara, and Willow gathered in front of Inara's shuttle.
"We should go inside." Inara says, opening her shuttle door. "Before Mal lets his wife out."
River walks around Inara's shuttle, her hands brushing over the fabric hanging from the bed.
"Mei-mei, don't be rude." Simon says.
"Inara doesn't mind, do you?" River replies.
"She's fine, Simon." Inara says. "Her and Kaylee already explored."
"You have pretty underthings." River comments.
"Thank you." Inara replies before turning to look at Simon. "She really needs some more clothes of her own."
"I'll get her some things next time it's safe for me to get off the boat." Simon says.
"No." River protests.
Simon turns to look at his sister. "Am I smothering you again?"
"Not really." River replies.
"Then why no?" Simon asks.
"Because you buy her clothes for a fourteen year old." Willow explains. "And although you try to deny it, she isn't fourteen anymore."
"What's wrong with the clothes I bought before?" Simon asks.
"They're rather…" Inara tries to think of something to say that won't be belittling Simon's purchases.
"They make her look like some virgin sacrifice." Willow suggests. "But hey, if that's the look you're going for, well, you succeeded."
"I can pick out my own clothes, Simon." River says. "Willow and Kaylee can go with me."
"Sounds like a plan." Willow replies.
"We better go, Willow." Inara says. "It's probably time."
"Okay, I'm ready." Willow replies.
"Do you remember everything I told you?" Inara asks.
"Yep." Willow says, pointing to her head. "It's all up here."
Simon and River follow the 'companions' out of the shuttle and watch as they walk to the mess. "Well, looks like it's going to be another fun adventure in sitting for us."
River pats Simon on the back. "It's okay."
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"This isn't a one-woman operation." Saffron says. "To do this right, I need…"
"Fools." Inara walks into the mess, Willow following a few paces behind her.
"Partners." Saffron finishes.
"Dupes." Inara corrects. "And that's what you'll all be if you trust her."
"Could be that's so." Mal agrees. "Lord knows ain't none of us 'criminal masterminds'. So if you got something better, Inara, somethin' not petty, we'd sure be willing to hear it."
Inara stares at Mal before muttering under her breath. "Nee mun doh shr sagwa." She starts back out of the mess and motions for Willow to follow her.
"Hold it." Saffron says, studying the redhead. "She's new. And one's missing, the big guy's wife."
"Dropped her off after they got divorced." Mal lies. "And she's with Inara."
Saffron walks over to study the redhead before turning back to Mal. "Companions are not permitted to have live-in-lovers."
"She's not my lover." Inara says. "She is my apprentice."
Saffron laughs. "She is not a companion."
"She just finished school." Inara says.
"No, she would have never been excepted by the guild and you know it." Saffron looks over at Mal. "You're trying to pull something over on me."
"Ain't doin' no such thing." Mal replies. "And what would make you think the guild wouldn't take her, what, you think they only take bat-shit crazy girls like you?"
"While she may be attractive, she completely lacks the presence that a companion must have." Saffron says as she circles the redhead. "When she walks into a room, she should be the first thing everybody notices but she tries to stay in the background."
"She just graduated." Inara points out. "She doesn't have that experience yet."
"You trained to be a companion?" Saffron asks the girl in question.
"Yes." Willow lies, looking straight back into Saffron's eyes, refusing to flinch.
"Hmm." Saffron hums. "What did you study?"
"What every companion studies." Willow replies. "Music, art, religion, philosophy, martial arts, fencing, assorted languages, and various other things."
Saffron studies her again. "Quod nomen tibi es?" She questions with a smirk.
Inara's eyes widen; they're busted. She explained briefly about the traing school but that was it.
"Willow." Willow smirks back. "Et tu?"
"Saffron." Saffron smirk fades. "Quid agis hodie?"
"Bene, gratias." Willow replies. "Did I pass the test or would you like me to translate something for you?"
"Could you?" Saffron asks.
"Yes." Willow replies.
Saffron turns to Mal. "Alright, I believe you." She says.
"What the hell was that?" Mal asks.
"Latin." Inara says, eyeing Willow suspiciously.
"You all speak Latin?" Wash questions.
"It is required by the guild." Saffron explains. "Very few people speak it."
"Huh." Mal eyes Willow suspiciously. The girl don't speak Chinese but she speaks Latin.
Inara remembers the plan and glares at Mal for good measure before walking out of the mess.
Willow looks back at the table where they're discussing the crime before following Inara.
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"Remember, stay put." Jayne tells Simon and River. "You run afoul of Mal's blushin' psychotic bride and she figures out who you are, she'll turn you in fore you can say 'don't turn me in, lady'."
"She's a liar." River comments.
"That don't exactly set her apart from the rest of us." Jayne replies. "And the plunder sounds fun enough."
"She's a liar and no good will come of her." River says.
Jayne looks up at her and then back at the food he's sorting through. "Well, as a rule, I say girlfolk ain't to be trusted."
"Jayne is a girl's name." River smirks.
Simon laughs.
Jayne looks back up to see River runnin' one hand down her chest, her eyes still locked on his. He swallows heavily. "Well, Jayne ain't a girl." He growls and looks over at Simon. "She starts on that girl's name thing, I'm a show her good an' all I got man parts."
River licks her lips and looks at Jayne under hooded eyes.
"I'm trying to think of a way for you to be cruder." Simon glares at the merc. "It's just not coming."
"Simon, I have a headache." River announces.
Simon turns around to see his sister rubbing her temples. He grabs his bag and sorts through it. "I didn't bring any aspirin." He then looks at Jayne. "Can I run down to the infirmary?"
Jayne shrugs and waves his arm towards the door.
"I'll be right back, mei-mei." Simon says as he moves out of the room.
"Moony, you alright?" Jayne asks.
"Yes." River walks over and straddle Jayne's lap.
"We ain't got the time." Jayne growls, his hands automatically moving to grasp her hips. "Your brother'll be back in a few minutes."
"No, he won't." River replies as she presses her mouth to his. "I hid it."
Jayne drops the food completely and tunnels one hand through her hair. He tilts her head to the side to deepen the kiss, sucking her tongue into his mouth.
River rocks herself against Jayne's cock, moaning against him mouth. "My Jayne has man parts." She whimpers. "And he's saying hello to his River."
"Gorram if he ain't." Jayne growls.
They continue to grope and kiss for the next ten minutes when River pulls back with a whine. "He found the hiding spot."
Jayne drops a last kiss on her lips and then sets her on her feet. "Now I'm gonna be all distracted." He starts to leave when River grabs his hand with a whimper. "What's wrong?"
"Don't touch it." River whispers. "You can not touch it."
"Touch what?" Jayne asks.
"I don't know but Kaylee will know." River replies, scrunching up her forehead. "Just be careful."
Jayne rolls his eyes. "Been takin' care of myself for close to 33 ruttin' years now, moony."
"You hurt and I hurt." River replies. "And it will be worse than it is with the captain since I have not be intimate with him."
"And you ain't gonna be." Jayne growls. "I'd rip his ruttin' arms off and beat him with em."
River smiles at his possessiveness. "Have fun committing your crime."
"Always do." Jayne smirks down at her. "Have fun harassin' your brother."
River smirks up at him. "Always do."
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Inara lands her shuttle in a few feet away from where the trash bin will be landing. She leaves it running since they will have to move as soon as they retrieve the Lassiter. She turns her chair to face Willow and waits until the redhead does the same thing.
"We just sit here until the trash comes?" Willow asks.
"Yes." Inara replies. "Then we grab the gun, hide, and return once the shuttle touches down."
"If it's just Saffron we should let her dig through the whole thing before we say anything." Willow suggests. "I don't like her."
"Either do I." Inara agrees.
"What's the deal with you and Mal?" Willow questions curiously. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to though."
"Mal fascinates me." Inara replies. "He's so full of mystery and contradictions."
"And he's quite the hottie." Willow adds.
Inara smiles. "Mal is attractive."
"I'm not normally into guys and even I know Mal's a hottie." Willow says. "Have you guys ever, you know?"
Inara sighs. "No."
"Oh." Willow mutters. "Why not? I know you're attracted to him and I can tell he's attracted to you."
"It is against Guild Laws." Inara replies.
"Hello, we're helping them steal some gun laser thingie from some rich guy." Willow points out. "The law breaking ship has sailed."
"What's your fascination with Mal?" Inara asks.
"I don't…okay, I've already admitted Mal is hot." Willow replies. "But I haven't been with a guy in years and anyways, I don't step on anybody else's man. Been there and done that; it did not end well."
"He's not mine." Inara says. "And why does it matter if your last lover was a women? It should be about the person and not the sex."
Willow shrugs.
Inara she studies the redhead for a few moments. "You speak Latin."
"Yeah." Willow agrees, a little confused by the change in subject.
"That's very rare." Inara comments. "And you know more about incense than I do and I've been trained."
"Just something I've picked up." Willow replies.
"You are just as mysterious as Mal." Inara comments. "And just as fascinating."
Willow blushes, her shoulders slumping, as she looks at her hands. "No, I'm just plain old Willow." She replies. "Nothing fascinating here."
Against her best judgment, Inara places her hand on Willow's chin and moves her gaze up. "Why do you do that?"
"Do what?" Willow whispers.
"Hide yourself." Inara replies. "You are a beautiful woman; you shouldn't hide it."
Willow blushes again and bows her head causing part of her hair to fall down into her face.
Inara moves Willow's head back up and pushes her hair behind her ears. Her fingers linger over Willow's face as they look at each other. And somehow without her permission, her body leans forward to kiss Willow softly.
Willow gasps against Inara's mouth, a little shocked by the kiss. Then she's kissing back, her arms moving to circle Inara on their own accord. It's like kissing Tara but not. It's so warm and sweet and full of feeling. Her tongue tangles with Inara's as the companion's hand drops to rub up and down her arm.
Inara knows she shouldn't but she can't help it; she's never done anything just for herself and this is what this is. Willow's kisses taste sweet and open, not looking for anything other than what she's getting. Inara's not used to that; she's used to being expected to always be the one giving but she's not here. Willow's hands are kneading her back and her mouth is moving away to drag hot kisses down her neck. Her own hands move up Willow's shoulders to the open front the dress the redhead is wearing, her fingers trailing gently over the exposed skin.
Then an alarm goes off.
They jerk apart and stare at each other, both of them panting heavily.
"The bin is here." Inara whispers. "I'll go get it; just stay here."
Willow nods.
Clenching her fists to gather her composure, Inara steps out of her shuttle and into the hot sun.
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"Yep, that went well." Mal says, crossing his arms behind his head.
"You call this going well?" Inara questions.
"Got the loot, didn't we?" Mal responds.
"Yes, but…"
"Then I call it a win." Mal interrupts. "What's the problem?"
"Should we start with the part where you're stranded in the middle of nowhere?" Inara replies.
"Or the part where you have no clothes." Willow adds. She tries not to but can't help but take a quick glimpse at Mal's nether region. Damn, it's been a long time and she doesn't remember Oz being so…big and Mal's not even aroused.
"All according to the plan." Mal replies.
"Really?" Inara questions. "I thought the plan was for us to act like a failsafe in case everything else went wrong? Like, for instance, if Saffron disabled Serenity and left you for dead."
"Nonsense." Mal replies. "You two had a key role to play in this. How sad would you've been if you hadn't gotten to play it?"
"Heartbroken." Willow says sarcastically.
"See, all according to plan." Mal replies as he walks up the boat ramp. "Wash, take us out of the world."
Jayne tosses a towel at Mal. "Thought you done had a rule bout walkin' round nekkid?"
Mal wraps the towel around his hips and looks up. "Yeah, guess I do." He agrees. "How'd everything go? Anybody get hurt?"
"Jayne almost electrocuted himself." Kaylee replies. "Pulled his hand away just in time though I don't know how; he couldn't hear what I was sayin'."
"Yeah, just figured you had to be yellin' for a reason." Jayne says. He remembered what River said right before he got ready to touch the thing Kaylee was tellin' him not, probably savin' himself from a good bruisin'. He's gotta remember to thank her.
"Where's your brother?" Mal asks.
Jayne turns around to see River walking into the bay.
"Reorganizing the infirmary." River answers. "It was somehow messed up." She walks up to Mal and pokes him in the shoulder.
"Gorramit, what was that for?" Mal growls.
"You were bitten by a bird." River replies.
"Bird?" Mal repeats. "What bird, oh, that Crow guy."
"Yes." River agrees. "Did it hurt?"
"Little bit." Mal replies.
"River, you wanna help me with the engine?" Kaylee asks.
"Sure." River replies. "Willow?"
"I have to change first." Willow says. "I'll come down there later."
"Okay." Kaylee agrees as she grabs River's hand. "Ya know, cap'n needs to tan a bit; he's a little pale."
"I heard that little Kaylee." Mal yells.
Kaylee and River giggle.
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Mal knocks on Inara's shuttle and waits impatiently for her to answer.
"Yes?" Inara says as she opens the door. "Mal, you knocked."
"Yeah, just felt like the thing to do." Mal replies.
"Can I help you with something?" Inara asks.
"Just wanted to know how it went with Willow." Mal says. "Have any problems?"
"No." Inara answers. "Why?"
"Somethin' bout that girl don't set right with me." Mal replies. "She's got too many gorram secrets and seems to be constantly gettin' more."
"Yes, she is a mystery." Inara agrees.
"Nara, we done made rules a long time ago." Mal says. "And they ain't gonna change."
Inara looks up at Mal, completely confused. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm talkin' bout that look you just done got." Mal replies. "I might not be a companion but I can read people. Willow is a passenger and you don't service passengers or crew."
Inara rolls her eyes. "So, we're back to this."
"You wanna sex up your clients, fine." Mal shouts. "But keep your whorin' away from my crew and passengers."
Inara's hand is up and across Mal's cheek without her even realizing it.
Mal's head jerks back with the slap and he takes a step closer until he's starin' directly down at Inara. "You're bout to cross a ruttin' line."
Inara looks up at him defiantly.
Mal's hands clench and his jaw grinds as he stares down at her. Her mouth opens to speak and he does the only thing he can to stop her; kisses her.
Inara gasps against Mal's mouth as he literally eats at hers. It's passion, raw, hot passion, nothing like the kiss she shared earlier with Willow. This kiss is rough and hard, his teeth nipping at her lips before tugging on her tongue.
He's wanted to do it since she rented the shuttle. Imagined it more times than he can count and he has to say, he ain't disappointed. She tastes like tea and mint and though she's the more experienced one, he's leading the kiss and they both know it. He breaks off after a few minutes and looks down at her. "I gotta go." Then he's out of the shuttle before she can say anything.
Inara drops down on the nearest thing, which happens to be her coffee table. Her fingers touch her lips in complete confusion. The kisses were completely different but affected her the same way; for the first time in her life she wants something for herself but she just can't figure out what. Or who.
-
Mal storms out of Inara's shuttle and to the mess. He grabs the first bottle of booze and takes a huge swig out of it. It's another one of Kaylee's experiments and burns like a bitch but he welcomes it. He just did something he told himself he would never do; touched Inara.
"Hey." Willow says. "What's with the drinkage?"
"Nothin'." Mal replies. "Where's River?"
"I'm not her keeper." Willow answers. "She's an adult and is quite capable of being alone."
"Hey, I ain't her overbearin' brother." Mal says, holding his hands up in defense. "Ain't no reason to yell at me."
"Sorry." Willow replies.
Mal drops down in a chair and studies Willow, the bottle still held in his hand. "You speak Latin."
"Yeah." Willow agrees. "What's the big deal with this?"
"You don't speak Chinese, somethin' everybody speaks, but you speak an almost dead language." Mal comments. "You know more bout what happened to River than we do and you have more secrets than the preacher."
"Your point?" Willow arches an eyebrow as she waits.
"We both ruttin' know you didn't just fall outa gorram space." Mal replies. "You got on this boat somehow and I think you know how."
"Still not seeing the point." Willow takes a few steps closer until she's standing only inches away from Mal's sprawled out body.
"What are you runnin' from?" Mal asks. "And what kinda ruttin' danger is it gonna bring down on me and mine?"
"I'm not running from anything." Willow answers angrily. "And I am not a danger."
"You done called the feds on us once." Mal points out, once again.
It's the last straw; 'dying' and ending up 500 years in the future on a spaceship, having to hide her magic, her growing attraction to not one but two people, one of them being the man in front of her, plus the kiss she shared with Inara have finally taken their toll. "Listen up, buddy." Willow growls, her finger moving out to poke against Mal's chest. "I explained why I did that so many times that you should have it memorized and yeah, I have secrets but they're mine and when you're ready to know, you'll know. I am so tired of you looking at me like I'm some kinda of ticking time bomb. I'm not going to hurt anybody on this boat, I can't. This crew is all I have now; I can't ever go home, there's no way there and I've lost everybody I've ever known, including my bestest friend since I was 3 and my other best friend not to mention the rest of my family. All I'm asking for is a little slack to sort through everything but you just keep pushing." By this point, Willow is standing between Mal's legs, her chest touching his and her face only inches away from his. Her finger is still between them and she fists it, her nails digging into his chest.
Mal hisses at the feel of her nails and opens his mouth to speak.
Willow slams her mouth on Mal's not wanting to hear another lecture. Then she realizes what she just did and goes to pull back when Mal's tongue pushes against her lips. She opens them with a moan and leans forward until her entire body is resting against him. She can feel his hands rubbing against her back and just continues to eat at his mouth. This kiss is different from any other kiss she's ever experienced. It's like the time when Spike was going to bite her, that adrenaline and danger and fear but goddess if he doesn't taste good. She's forgotten how different a man is than a woman.
Mal rubs at Willow's back, bringing her closer to his body. She tastes like sunshine; like being planet side and standing in a clean breeze. Nature, she tastes like nature. It's different than kissing Nara but just as good.
Willow pulls away with a pant and looks down to see Mal panting as well. "I have to leave now." She pulls away from him and runs out of the mess.
Mal puts the bottle to his lips and takes another deep drink. How he got to this point he don't know and he don't know what to do about it. With a deep sigh, he takes another drink; if he's gotta think bout it, least he can be drunk.
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Latin Translations
Quod nomen tibi es-What is your name?
Et tu-And you?
Quid agis hodie-How do you do today?
Bene, gratias-Fine, thank you