Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Mal and Inara, in motion.


Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 472 Pairing: Mal/Inara Spoilers: None Author's Note: Drabble, written to alleviate boredom and because some days you need to scrap punctuation and caps.
motion by anjulie and 2x2
the air is hot sticky almost Inara can feel sweat on the small of her back on her legs, where their skin touches her hands grab at the bed covers, gripping and clutching at them head back revealing the delicate curve of her throat eyes closed mouth wide and panting she rocks her hips against his feeling the heavy thickness of him inside her back arching breasts reaching upward a moan, low and needy, keens in her throat

Mal’s lost in her her wet heat wrapped around him driving him out of his mind but he can't take his eyes off her face the beauty of her beneath him he can watch her unguardedly when her eyes are closed move harder or faster depending on her sighs or gasps and he's surprised, startled, to find that it's become more about her than him at this point that he's begun to make love for her not just to her it's a surprising revelation because he's always considered himself a selfish man – at least since the war their first encounters were good but somehow they were about what he could keep of her suddenly he finds that it's what he can give her so he watches every expression notes each curl of her fists remembers what it is that made her open her eyes and cry out and when her eyes meet his he smiles leans down and kisses her because he loves everything about her her taste her beauty her being it overwhelms him at times how much he needs her and then he pulls away and he begins to move a little harder a bit deeper faster when she asks him to loves her nails on him scoring his back her whispers against his neck tickling his ear and he bucks his hips just a bit harder to punish her for teasing him his eyes meet hers again, this time seeing the smile in hers because she's a witch beneath him a witch who's woven him up in a spell he'll never be free of will never want to be free of that's the beauty of her magic then while he's preoccupied with this incredible, sly nonsense that he'd never admit to she does something beneath him some twist some thing and he's falling dying never even knew what hit him it's just pure, dark, sweet desire pulling him down, down and he's lost nothing until he comes back to himself and when his head clears enough to open his eyes she's watching his face he smiles weakly to acknowledge her the same pleasure he's in her arms and she’s had him the whole time kept him and he won't let himself think about what that means instead he just pulls her closer, then closer still wraps her around him and sleeps


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Wednesday, June 18, 2008 11:11 PM


Pure poetry! Ali D :~)
You can't take the sky from me

Thursday, June 19, 2008 4:42 AM


nice to see someone play with form and language - very dreamlike. (not that i have those kinda dreams - koff koff!)

Thursday, June 19, 2008 9:48 AM


It couldn't have been more wonderful then this...*sighs*

Keep flying ;)

Sunday, June 22, 2008 8:39 AM


It is such an art form to be able to express the erotic. No need for being graphic to express the sexiness of it. I can feel the heat and desire in every well placed word. Beautifully done.

gentle journey,


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History of an Object
There’s no reason to keep it, damaged as it is. Save one. Doesn’t matter that it’s finer than any other cup on the ship, even with the crack. Doesn’t matter that it would never hold liquid again without some of it seeping through. Burning your fingers. Was only one reason he still has the cup.

Five Years' War
The night was warm. Clouds, low on the horizon, blue black in the last light of the setting sun. Nothing but the breeze and the buzz of the cicadas breaking the stillness. A perfect evening.

The Close Shore, At the End, Untenable
“Dead ’re in my head tonight,” he said finally. “Can’t get ‘em out. Don’t got the booze or the bar to distract me. Don’t know why I’m here ‘cept I don’t think I can go through it alone.”

The Slower Path: All the Difference - Part 15 - Sequel to The One Less Traveled By
She let out a breath, saying nothing for a long moment before she raised her eyes again. “There are some things I want you to know,” she said softly. “Things I want you to understand.”

Much as he wished he could ignore it, he could see it was important to her that he know whatever it was she wanted to tell him. He knew he wouldn't have let himself see it in the past, but that weren't where they were anymore, or at least, not where they wanted to be, either of them. Their relationship had changed, was changing, and he weren’t so stupid he didn’t recognize that. He didn't know that he wanted to know it, much less understand it, but she was reluctant enough to talk about any aspect of her life as it was; could be he might ought not stop her when she wanted to.

Unlucky at Cards...
“I… You can’t be that lucky!” Mal moaned as Inara beat him again, laying out her cards with a flourish.

The Slower Path: The One Less Traveled By - Part 14 - Sequel to Regrets
They fell silent again, struggling to find the ease that they had found, before; before the argument that had almost ended things.

"I feel like-," she started.

"This is-," he said at the same time.

They looked at each other. "Awkward," they both said, laughing lightly.

Always Had Faith
Faith in a higher power? That was always Mal's thing, the Captain, back in the war.

Loved and Lost
Love’s the biggest kind of hurt there is.

And I wouldn't trade that love for nothin'.

The Mood That Passes Through
He felt the first trembling shudder go through her, heard her breath hitch and felt her fingers grip his skin; knew it was comin', the wave that was cresting the walls she'd built to hold it back, whatever it was. Knew they were about to come crashing down around her. The first sob still hurt though, still lanced through his heart like a searing hot blade to hear her make that sound.