It could very easily be considered all of the above -- but Inara isn't complaining, either. As refined and reserved as she is, there's been something simmering just beneath the surface for some time, and now that they're here and in each others arms, it finally boils over.

When his palm is flat against her bare skin, she sighs against his mouth, her fingers brushing over the lines on his face, tracing patterns in his skin as her teeth come down gently on his lower lip.