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Summary: Assorted Buffy/Mal ficlets. Some connected, some stand-alone . . . Always complete as it's not exactly a WIP.

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Firefly > Buffy-Centered > Pairing: MalEmmyFR153116,94955256,54322 Oct 053 Jan 08Yes

Trespass {{RATED MATURE}}

Title: Trespass
Series: Out in the Black
Author: Emmy
Fandoms: Firefly/BtVS
Pairing: Buffy/Mal
Rating: Mature
Disclaimer: Joss owns them. All hail Joss.
Summary: The natural progression of passion . . . bickering included.
Feedback would be lovely.

Notes: Written for , prompt: Sin. I remind you that Mal knew enough about "ancient" literature to know The Albatross. Thus, his quoting Romeo and Juliet shouldn't be that hard of a concept to grasp.

Many thanks to my betas CountessMary and Danielle. {{hugs}}

They had been bickering back and forth all day long. Over little things. Over semi-big things. Over everything. Everyone had noticed but, as it wasn't unusual, they mostly just ignored them. Mal and Buffy usually bickered with each other about something; fighting seemed to be very central to their relationship. So, after dinner when Buffy picked their current fight by pulling the cup out of Mal's hand before he was done with it, everyone simply cleared out of the galley quickly. Especially when Mal's eyes narrowed and he rose from the table to follow Buffy into the back.

She had just started washing the plates when Mal walked into the room. His cup - the one that she'd stolen from him - was sitting in the drying rack. She had her back to him, but it was obvious she knew he was there. The fact that she didn't turn around or say anything just irritated him more. "I wasn't done with that."

"What?" she asked innocently. "Oh, the cup? It was time to wash the cups."

She said it in a way that said, 'and that should be the end of that,' but Mal would not let it go that quickly. "And what? You couldn't wash my cup later? After I was done with it?"

"No," Buffy said firmly. "There's an order to dish washing. Mom taught me that. It goes cups, plates, silverware, then pots and pans. You don't vary from the dish washing order, Mal. It's just not done."

He rolled his eyes and walked up beside her. Without thinking, he took the last plate from her hand when she was finished washing it, and rinsed it before setting it to dry. Buffy dropped the silverware into the sink and reached over to grab the stew pot. He glanced over at her. "You could have waited until I was done. Or made an exception even. I am the Captain, ain't I?"

She set the stew pot down in the sink. "And that makes you God?"

"On my ship it does."

"That's very blasphemous of you."

His eyes narrowed again. "Oh, and you're religious now, are you? Devoted to God and calling me on my sins?"

Buffy looked over, annoyance clearly written on her face. "I'm just saying that it was very blasphemous for you to say that--"

"Oh, shut up!" He emphasized his point by splashing her with some of the soapy water.

"Hey!" Buffy splashed him right back, soaking the front of his shirt.

"Stop it," he said, splashing her again.

"You first," she told him, flinging more water in his direction.

Mal automatically splashed her again, and then quickly reached out to grab her wrist before she could retaliate. The air changed as their eyes met, and he was suddenly very aware of the feel of her skin on his. It was just a little bit of skin, just his fingers touching her wrist, but it felt as though his skin was humming. His pulse seemed to throb in time with hers, and he was moving before he had the chance to talk himself out of it. Tugging firmly on her wrist, he pulled her against him and crushed his lips to hers.

Buffy responded instantly, returning the kiss. It was over quickly, and they stood staring at each other for a long moment afterward. Breathing harshly, Mal was trying to work out whether or not he regretted kissing her, when Buffy reached up and touched her lips. In that single act, Mal realized that no, he did not regret kissing her, and moaned softly at the sight. Their eyes locked, and he licked his lips. "Oh trespass sweetly urged, give me my sin again."

She grinned and closed the distance between them, kissing him this time. Her tongue slipped out, and this time things progressed quickly -- passionately -- and both of them forgot all about finishing the dishes until much later when Buffy suddenly sat up and exclaimed, "Crap! The silverware's still soaking, and I don't think I even finished scrubbing the stew pot!"

Mal stared up at her, amused. "And you stopped . . . uh, what was that, exactly, that you were gearin' up for there?"

"Hmm?" Buffy leaned back down and kissed him once more. "Oh, the neck thing?"

"Uh huh," he commented as he pulled her back into his arms.

"I was gonna lick you all over."

Mal blinked. "That sounds real nice."

"Doesn't it?"

"And you stopped doing that to tell me about the dishes that I already know we didn't finish?"

Buffy grinned and moved over him, sliding her legs around on either side of his body so that she was sitting on his stomach. "Yeah, well, I might get in trouble for leaving them unfinished, you know. The Captain doesn't like that sort of behavior."

Mal grinned back. "I think an exception could be made. Just this once, anyway."

Buffy leaned down and trailed her tongue up his stomach. "You sure? 'Cause I can go finish them real fast."

"Oh, I'm sure. I like you just where you are."

"And your word goes." It was a statement, not a question.

"Damn straight it does! Haven't you heard? I'm like God around here."

Buffy swatted his arm for that, but she was laughing. Mal grinned up at her for a second, and then flipped them over. Buffy looked up at him, a little stunned. "I thought you wanted me to . . ."

"I do," he pressed his erection into her. "But I got other things in mind just now. But, we'll get to that licking thing. Got all night, don't we?"

"We've got as long as you'd like, Mal."

He was struck by the seriousness of her tone and met her eyes. "And if that's a long, long time?"

She smiled. "That sounds real nice."

He leaned down and kissed her just as her hands started moving down his body. Her touch set him on fire, made him feel things he hadn't felt in so long he wasn't sure if he ever really had felt that way before. "Good," he murmured into her hair. "Good. 'Cause I won't be giving you up any time soon. Not any time soon at all."


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