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No sooner was the hatch closed, was Mal on her again. Part of him was afraid it would end. That she would wise up at any second and remember she was a high class certified companion while he was just a two bit thief. He had nothing to offer her. No life accept the one he was leading and that ain't much.

One hand slid into that warm silk she called hair while the other slid around to her back and pulled her closer. He didn't say anything. He wasn't what you would call good with words anyway but it was all there. Practically written in the air between them. Just like it always was. Even now so close but he just couldn't get the words out. Finally, he just sighed and brought his mouth to hers and kissed her with every bit of desperation he was feeling.

So many things he couldn't say but wanted to. That he loved her for starters. That he always had and would. That she was the only woman he'd ever loved. That he was terrified she'd leave again. That she'd never give up her life. That she would and then resent him for it. So much of himself was in that kiss that he didn't save anything for himself. As far as he was concerned it was all hers anyway.