Inara could hardly control her laughter. "A preacher's daughter? You lost your virginity to a preacher's daughter??"

Mal was turning a delicate shade of pink. "Yep. Lil' Becky Wilkinson. Apple of Preacher Wilkinson's eye, she was. Though come to think of it, not all of her was quite so little..."

Inara promptly swatted him with a pillow.

"Hey now! Wasn't my fault! Girl had way more experience than her 15 years shoulda given her. What's a fella to do, when presented with that sorta sin?"

Inara rolled her eyes. "That does present a moral dilemma indeed," she noted in a dry tone.

"Surely does. Especially when the fella in question is all of 15 himself with less experience than the gal."

"Well I'm sure her father didn't see it that way."

Mal rolled over and started gently nibbling on the closest shoulder Inara presented. "Hell, he couldn't see anything beyond his sweet lil' angel of a daughter. Had no idea what a hellcat she was. Scratched up my back something fierce. Still got the scars, I think." He grinned mischievously. "Wanna see?"

"Pass, thank you."

Mal started working his way down from her shoulder. "Know what she told me?"

"Aside from the fact that her father was going to be furious if he found out?" Inara was starting to squirm a bit as his breath tickled between her breasts.

"She told me that ya gotta sin to get saved."

"And you accused me of using feminine wiles on you..."

Mal's tongue was moving toward her bellybutton. "Darlin', I assure you that if you'd used your wiles on a 15-year-old me, I woulda been sent straight to the ninth level of that Special Hell."

Inara was having some difficulty forming a coherent sentence, as Mal's teeth were now gently nibbling on her left hipbone. "And now?"

"I'd prolly get there eventually. But by a more scenic route." He stopped to consider the sight of her laid out before him like a feast. "Scenic route much more fun anyway."