Title: The Darkside
Summary: Firefly fic, post
finale pre movie (duh since
I haven’t seen it)
Pairing: Mal/Inara
AN: Written for
moviequotemini. My quote
was:
"Do not drink
too much. Do you hear me? I
don't want you passing out
or going to the dark side.
No going to the dark side!"
- Jack in Sideways.
My first Firefly ficlet
beyond 100 words.
Constructive criticism
welcome.
It was her going away party.
That in itself prompted him
to drink too much. He spent
the first half of the
evening sitting in the
corner of the room, a surly
look on his face. The second
half of the night was a blur
that came to him in jagged
pieces, like something
broken from a mirror.
He definitely remembered
Kaylee telling him, “Do not
drink too much. Do you hear
me? I don’t want you passing
out.”
“Or going to the darkside,”
Jayne piped up. He’d had way
more then his fair share of
whiskey by that time. He
swayed in his chair as he
offered his sage advice.
Inara had giggled, a sound
that was both woman and
child and dripping with
seduction. “No going to the
darkside,” she’d wagged her
finger at him.
That was where things went
blurry and black, except for
the patches that glowed with
candle light. He’d woken up
disoriented and his first
thought had been to curse
Kaylee for storing that
ruffled nuisance he’d bought
her to wear to Inara’s
shindig in his bunk. Seconds
later he realized that
instead of gasoline, engine
oil and the socks he’d
forgotten to wash out in the
sink, he smelled that musky,
exotic scent that pervaded
everything in Inara’s
shuttle.
He bit off a Chinese curse
when he realized the warm,
soft bit of silken skin
pressed up against him was
Inara. He moved aside the
blankets and caught sight of
her curled into him, her
dark hair curtained her
face. He glided his
fingertips across her cheek,
tucking the blackbird waves
behind her ear. His breath
caught and his heart skipped
a beat. He’d always known
she was gorgeous but in this
vulnerable state she
literally took his breath
away.
Oh yeah…he’d definitely gone
to the darkside.