"But who are we without--" Her further questions are silenced by the press of his mouth to her own.
Really, she should have seen that coming. On some level, she did see that coming, but chose to not consciously pay attention to it so to avoid feeling like she ought to get to her feet and put some distance between them.
He scares her sometimes.
He's not interested in the layers, in the masks, the glamor, the pretense. He doesn't look at her and see a lovely way to spend a few hours. Mal's not the sort of man who thinks of her the way he's supposed to, the way her training should urge him to. When he looks at her, Inara thinks that sometimes, he sees into the very core of who she is. That he sees things she's not even sure how to see in herself anymore.
He scares her deeply.
She doesn't pull away. Her hands slide up his chest to cup the back of his neck tenderly and she returns his kiss warmly. This shouldn't be happening, but it is. She's scaring herself by how much she wants it.
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Really, she should have seen that coming. On some level, she did see that coming, but chose to not consciously pay attention to it so to avoid feeling like she ought to get to her feet and put some distance between them.
He scares her sometimes.
He's not interested in the layers, in the masks, the glamor, the pretense. He doesn't look at her and see a lovely way to spend a few hours. Mal's not the sort of man who thinks of her the way he's supposed to, the way her training should urge him to. When he looks at her, Inara thinks that sometimes, he sees into the very core of who she is. That he sees things she's not even sure how to see in herself anymore.
He scares her deeply.
She doesn't pull away. Her hands slide up his chest to cup the back of his neck tenderly and she returns his kiss warmly. This shouldn't be happening, but it is. She's scaring herself by how much she wants it.