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[tightpantscapn]

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"Know 'nough t' know what from what," he countered, one brow quirkin' pointed-like as he pulled back t' give her a look

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[crazyspacegirl]

"Good thing we're not alone, then." She slid her hands along his skin, breathing him in and liking how he felt under her fingers. She liked the story his body told her in scars and marks. It might not have been a particularly happy tale, but it was his own and she liked that he shared it with her. Her own scars were mostly where they couldn't be seen, but she didn't mind that Mal knew how to read them. She trusted him with her stories, too.

She smiled a little smile at him, looking up into his eyes.

[tightpantscapn]

"Good thin'," he echoed. Her fingers did a dance o' their own, dippin' n' movin' in time t' the beatin' o' his heart. He liked how her hands felt, small n' sure n' like they were explorin' e'en though they knew the terrain well 'nough.

Findin' the hem o' her shirt, his own fingers slid up 'neath it, lightin' 'gainst her skin. Mal liked the way it pressed 'gainst his palm, his fingers with each exhale. "Wǒ kàn jiàn wǒ wàng jì. wǒ tīng jiàn wǒ jì zhù. wǒ zuò wǒ liǎo jiě."

[wǒ kàn jiàn wǒ wàng jì. wǒ tīng jiàn wǒ jì zhù. wǒ zuò wǒ liǎo jiě = I see, I forget. I hear, I remember. I do, I understand.]

[crazyspacegirl]

"Me, too," she whispered. She did understand, everything that mattered, when she was with him like this. She shivered under his touch, only wanting more.

She kissed along his jaw, the taste of him hers alone. She liked that, too.

She raised her arms up over her head, inviting him to undress her. To do what he would with her, when she only wanted to be his in the way that he was already hers.

[tightpantscapn]

"Wǒ rèn de," he whispered back, n' he did. River understood him better'n he understood himself most days. In earnest, that should've done somethin' t' him, closed him off, but it didn't. 'sides, weren't like he could e'er close himself off from River.

Fingers hitched up the hem o' her shirt n' raised it slow-like. Little by little her skin was 'xposed, n' with each new bit showin', he greeted it his mouth, layin' claim t' that which he don't e'er want t' give up.

[Wǒ rèn de = I know.]