Oh, boy is there ever subtext. I mean, if I'm reading and going, 'there's something kinky here' I think there's something kinky here. Yeah, Cain definatly has that, 'I care about no one but them, and for them I will destroy worlds.'
Mal and Inara have already had a great first kiss, and it's too awesome for me to try and write a diffrent perspective on, so this would be their second kiss. Enjoy!
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The vicious atmospherics batted at the shuttle like a kitty with a toy and Inara struggled with the controls, her eyes flicking frantically between the controls and the blindingly opaque swirl of sand outside the shuttle, her face serene as ever.
They skidded into a landing, the undercarriage of the ship moaning in protest as it scrapped across rocks before rocking to unsteady halt.
“Well, that went well,” he commented and Inara lost her temper.
“’Well?’” She repeated incredulously, rising to glare at him. “I’ve irrevocably ruined a relationship with one of my clients, our guidance system is damaged, Serenity doesn’t know where we are and we were both almost killed!” He rocked back on his heels and she stepped closer as she continued. “The Guild could revoke my license for what I’ve done today and....” she trained off, and pulled her training around her like a shawl.
“Never mind.” Her face smoothed, returning to its usual unruffled perfection and as she shook her head, glossy curls slipped away from her shoulder to reveal to bruises marring her neck.
“Inara....” Mal muttered and brushed his fingers against her throat. She stared up at him, eyes wide, and, half expecting her to slap him, Mal lowered his head.
“Mal, wait...” she said, and then he was kissing her.
She tasted spicy and sweet and more seductive than he had imagined.
Then his knees were buckling, slamming into the decking hard enough to rattle his bones and the last thing he saw before he passed out was Inara leaning down and saying, “My lipstick is–”
Mrs. Reynolds, Take 2
Mal and Inara have already had a great first kiss, and it's too awesome for me to try and write a diffrent perspective on, so this would be their second kiss. Enjoy!
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The vicious atmospherics batted at the shuttle like a kitty with a toy and Inara struggled with the controls, her eyes flicking frantically between the controls and the blindingly opaque swirl of sand outside the shuttle, her face serene as ever.
They skidded into a landing, the undercarriage of the ship moaning in protest as it scrapped across rocks before rocking to unsteady halt.
“Well, that went well,” he commented and Inara lost her temper.
“’Well?’” She repeated incredulously, rising to glare at him. “I’ve irrevocably ruined a relationship with one of my clients, our guidance system is damaged, Serenity doesn’t know where we are and we were both almost killed!” He rocked back on his heels and she stepped closer as she continued. “The Guild could revoke my license for what I’ve done today and....” she trained off, and pulled her training around her like a shawl.
“Never mind.” Her face smoothed, returning to its usual unruffled perfection and as she shook her head, glossy curls slipped away from her shoulder to reveal to bruises marring her neck.
“Inara....” Mal muttered and brushed his fingers against her throat. She stared up at him, eyes wide, and, half expecting her to slap him, Mal lowered his head.
“Mal, wait...” she said, and then he was kissing her.
She tasted spicy and sweet and more seductive than he had imagined.
Then his knees were buckling, slamming into the decking hard enough to rattle his bones and the last thing he saw before he passed out was Inara leaning down and saying, “My lipstick is–”