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F: Matters of Love
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Simon/Inara
Warnings: None
Rating: PG13
Summary: Simon has an idea of what Inara is offering, and it makes him nervous. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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He was nervous. From the moment Simon stepped into Inara's shuttle -- she'd whispered an invitation into his ear at dinner, gentle and coaxing, and he hadn't been able to help accepting, telling himself he was only curious about what she wanted -- he'd felt nervous, tense. It didn't help that what Inara was wearing was more a case of showing off her body than actually clothing her.
And he'd had a feeling, from comments she'd made recently, from little signs that all led to this complete picture, that he knew what she wanted. Not that he was exactly averse to that -- she was a beautiful women, and extremely clever, and more like him than anyone else on board ship other than River.
Still, he couldn't help feeling painfully worried that this was somehow a bad idea.
When she kissed him, her hands slipping under his sweater easily, he cleared his throat and spoke softly. "I don't love you, you know."
Her hands paused and she looked up at him. She looked absolutely breathtaking in the half-light of her shuttle, her dark eyes causing knots in his stomach even as he resisted the temptation to simply kiss her again. "Is that important?"
She pressed closer to him, reaching up to tangle her fingers in his hair. Her lips were barely an inch from his and, nervously, Simon licked his lips. Having sex with a Companion wasn't a matter of love at all, and yet... she was a friend. A dear friend. He had a feeling she had a clearer picture of where the line came than he did, but he had a feeling this was crossing it, just a little.
That didn't invalidate his answer, however.
"No."
Pairing: Simon/Inara
Warnings: None
Rating: PG13
Summary: Simon has an idea of what Inara is offering, and it makes him nervous. For
15pairings.He was nervous. From the moment Simon stepped into Inara's shuttle -- she'd whispered an invitation into his ear at dinner, gentle and coaxing, and he hadn't been able to help accepting, telling himself he was only curious about what she wanted -- he'd felt nervous, tense. It didn't help that what Inara was wearing was more a case of showing off her body than actually clothing her.
And he'd had a feeling, from comments she'd made recently, from little signs that all led to this complete picture, that he knew what she wanted. Not that he was exactly averse to that -- she was a beautiful women, and extremely clever, and more like him than anyone else on board ship other than River.
Still, he couldn't help feeling painfully worried that this was somehow a bad idea.
When she kissed him, her hands slipping under his sweater easily, he cleared his throat and spoke softly. "I don't love you, you know."
Her hands paused and she looked up at him. She looked absolutely breathtaking in the half-light of her shuttle, her dark eyes causing knots in his stomach even as he resisted the temptation to simply kiss her again. "Is that important?"
She pressed closer to him, reaching up to tangle her fingers in his hair. Her lips were barely an inch from his and, nervously, Simon licked his lips. Having sex with a Companion wasn't a matter of love at all, and yet... she was a friend. A dear friend. He had a feeling she had a clearer picture of where the line came than he did, but he had a feeling this was crossing it, just a little.
That didn't invalidate his answer, however.
"No."