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F: Off-Center
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Mal/Inara
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: In the middle of a crisis... For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
first_seventhe on my first kisses meme.
"I want you safe," he says, softly. The ship pitches alarmingly, but somehow he keeps his feet -- even manages to save a delicate bowl from sliding off onto the floor and smashing. He hands it to her, absently. "So you stay in here, and if I say, you bail out. Hear me?"
"I'm not running away -- "
"Damn it, Inara, we're being attacked. Do as you're told."
"You're not in any position to give me orders -- " she breaks off as the ship lurches again, clutching at her seat to keep from flying off it. Mal's expression is frustrated, harassed, and yet -- and yet there's caring there, too. A softness.
"Inara," he says, softer. "Do I gotta ask nicely when we're in a mess like this?"
"You've hardly been concerned with my comfort this past week," she says, coolly, despite the voice saying this is not really the time.
"If we get through this, I swear to you, I will come in here and drink tea from fancy cups or whatever you want. Just promise me you'll high tail it if need be." He leans down, close to her, closer. "Deal?"
"I don't -- "
"Inara," he says. The ship pitches again. The kiss is clumsy, off-center, stunning and dizzying in its own way. "Just look after your damn self, you hear me?"
"I won't leave you," she says, stupidly, blurting it out. It's the kiss that did it: that simple gesture, something strange and new in their cyclical want-me push-me-away want-me push-me-away relationship. It's making her stupid. She knows Mal did it for just this reaction, as if that might get it through to her. It almost might.
"Not askin' you to. Just tellin' you to stay out of the way. Forgotten I can look after myself?"
She eyes the bandage on his arm from his last job, raising an eyebrow. "That's your definition of -- "
"Mal! Gorramn it, where are you?" Jayne looks into the shuttle, not even sparing a moment to really register anything. "Need you on the bridge. No time to be talkin'."
"Later," Mal says to her, infuriating as ever, and then he's gone. Slowly, Inara reaches up to touch her lips, wondering what the hell just happened -- and whether it will ever happen again.
Pairing: Mal/Inara
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: In the middle of a crisis... For
first_seventhe on my first kisses meme."I want you safe," he says, softly. The ship pitches alarmingly, but somehow he keeps his feet -- even manages to save a delicate bowl from sliding off onto the floor and smashing. He hands it to her, absently. "So you stay in here, and if I say, you bail out. Hear me?"
"I'm not running away -- "
"Damn it, Inara, we're being attacked. Do as you're told."
"You're not in any position to give me orders -- " she breaks off as the ship lurches again, clutching at her seat to keep from flying off it. Mal's expression is frustrated, harassed, and yet -- and yet there's caring there, too. A softness.
"Inara," he says, softer. "Do I gotta ask nicely when we're in a mess like this?"
"You've hardly been concerned with my comfort this past week," she says, coolly, despite the voice saying this is not really the time.
"If we get through this, I swear to you, I will come in here and drink tea from fancy cups or whatever you want. Just promise me you'll high tail it if need be." He leans down, close to her, closer. "Deal?"
"I don't -- "
"Inara," he says. The ship pitches again. The kiss is clumsy, off-center, stunning and dizzying in its own way. "Just look after your damn self, you hear me?"
"I won't leave you," she says, stupidly, blurting it out. It's the kiss that did it: that simple gesture, something strange and new in their cyclical want-me push-me-away want-me push-me-away relationship. It's making her stupid. She knows Mal did it for just this reaction, as if that might get it through to her. It almost might.
"Not askin' you to. Just tellin' you to stay out of the way. Forgotten I can look after myself?"
She eyes the bandage on his arm from his last job, raising an eyebrow. "That's your definition of -- "
"Mal! Gorramn it, where are you?" Jayne looks into the shuttle, not even sparing a moment to really register anything. "Need you on the bridge. No time to be talkin'."
"Later," Mal says to her, infuriating as ever, and then he's gone. Slowly, Inara reaches up to touch her lips, wondering what the hell just happened -- and whether it will ever happen again.
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