He groaned softly with the effort to keep himself from just thrusting hard into her. But he was going to be a gentleman. No use goin' and convincing her he really was an uncultured ass. Instead, he pulled back and then rested his elbows to either side of her shoulders, bearing his weight on his arms.
Words seemed useless now. He kissed her firmly, shivering at the feel of her lips on his, and positioned himself at her entrance. Then, just to be a tease, Malcom Reynolds quirked a smile and looked down at her, hips swaying a little to stir the head of his cock against her sex. It was one of his cocky grins, but softer, less irritating than it could have been. He was... Having fun.