It's nice like this, actually -- and for a moment she is content to remain here, because this is as intimate as anything they've done together so far. Just resting here with her bare cheek to his chest, Inara feels...safe. Secure. Like he'd never hurt her, never let her down.

Turning a little, she presses her lips to his chest once slowly trekking down until her hands rest at the waistband of his pants, fingers carefully unbuckling and unbuttoning and slowly tugging off.