Title: Beautiful Departure

Summary: Very post BDM Mal/Inara

Author: bashipforever

Prompt: Stages of Love Trouble in Paradise Makeup

Word Count: 454

 

 

His fingertips made a lazy trail up and down her arm.

 

“Mmmm, you know you make it impossible to sleep,” she half complained, a smile slipping across her face.

 

“Sorta the idea, with you not sleepin,” he grinned and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “You are fascinatin’ asleep and gorram beautiful but you’re a sight more fun awake.”

 

She laughed, a smoky, seductive affair, and turned over on her back. Her hair was mussed around her face and shoulders, her lips swollen from kissing and her neck was scattered with marks he’d left there with his lips and teeth. He’d never seen anyone or anything so beautiful in his life.

 

“Is that a fact?” she teased.

 

“It is an’ if you’d stay the gui awake I’d remind you of it,” he grinned and dipped his head, nuzzling at her neck.

 

“Mal, we haven’t moved from this spot in almost two days,” Inara laughed but didn’t make any indication that she was going to remedy things.

 

“Beg to differ. Moved over to the couch just hours ago. Think I pulled somethin’ that time,” he grinned as he nibbled at her collarbone, leaving a fresh mark there.

 

“I’m starving,” she giggled as his fingers moved up her ribcage, tickling her.

 

“I thought companions had stamina, could spend days in bed,” he teased her.

 

“Ah yes, but I’m not a companion anymore which means I have to eat,” Inara laughed again as his lips replaced his fingertips, inching down her rib cage to nibble at her hip bone.

 

“And here I’m thinkin’ I’m bein’ all manners of charmin’ and persuasive,” Mal whispered against her skin, his breath sending goose bumps up and down her skin.

 

She tangled her fingers in his hair, moaning slightly. “Oh you’re persuasive and charming which is why I’ve allowed you to keep me here for two days straight. I’m insisting you feed me.”

 

He sighed heavily and bent his head, resting his forehead against her stomach, placed a last kiss to her belly button and slipped out of bed, grabbing his pants from where they’d been tossed on the floor.

 

Inara grabbed her kimono from its place on a hook next to the bed. She slipped it on, tied it securely and slid her feet into Chinese slippers. Mal put his shirt on but left it unbuttoned. He held his hand out to her and Inara threaded her fingers with his.

 

“Lead the way Captain Reynolds,” Inara smiled at him as they stepped out of her shuttle.

 

“Ya know…this time of night…every soul oughta be asleep. Maybe we can try out the table,” Mal grinned mischievously at Inara.

 

She swatted him on the shoulder in response, laughter ringing through the ship.