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Inara, true to her word, arrives at his door the next morning. She's better prepared to meet Max this time; she has a pouch of treats that she has acquired, and the dress is cotton - easier to clean - as opposed to silk.
She taps on the door, and waits.
Inara, true to her word, arrives at his door the next morning. She's better prepared to meet Max this time; she has a pouch of treats that she has acquired, and the dress is cotton - easier to clean - as opposed to silk.
She taps on the door, and waits.
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He rumbles an approving groan when she skims her hands up her body, perfectly-painted nails passing over her skin until they get lost in the darkness of her hair. Herc lets his hands settle on her hips now that her arms are out of the way, just holds on to her as she undulates above him, watches intently and tries to hold on to his control.
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Inara drops the hold she has on her hair in favor of placing her hands back on her own body. Knowing he appreciates what it is that he sees, she gives him more, hands finding her own breasts and toying with them, feeling their heavy weight in her own hands.
...Admittedly, it's a turn on for her, too -- so she's not stopping. Not unless he stops her.
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His lips curl in a smirk, his eyes glued to what her hands are doing, and he lets himself roll his hips up to meet her, folding his lower lip between his teeth in an effort to distract himself a little so he can really enjoy this.
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Of course, her hands on herself is all well and fine, but really -- shouldn't his be there, too? She reaches down, dropping one hand to grasp one of his, eyes twinkling a little.
"You're allowed to touch."
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"But you're doing such a fine job of it," he murmurs, winking up at her.
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"But you're hands are warmer."
And stronger, and certainly more masculine.
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And since she put his hand on her breast, he doesn't bother moving it, just keeps it right where it is so he can cup the smooth flesh in his palm, his wrist twisted so he can tease her nipple with the pad of his thumb.
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She sighs at his touch, and her free hand come down to rest at his hips, fingers dimpling into his skin. Her skin tightens beneath his touch and pleasure flickers over her face as her eyes flutter then shut. She breathes his name -- a sigh -- and her muscles tense around him, reminding him that she's still there, still moving, and still very much in the moment.
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"Fuck, love... You're just..." He trails off, distracted as his other hand finally migrates away from where he'd set it on her hip, sliding across her belly to slip between her legs so he can rub his fingertips over neatly-trimmed curls before tracing the point where his body slots neatly into hers. "...so perfect."
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Shivering at the feel of his fingertips tracing over her skin, she looks down, intently watching his hand in motion. His name is said again, though this time is accompanied more with a moan than just a murmur, and she leans back over, hands planting on either side of him on the mattress.
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Hearing her moan his name makes him let out a quiet groan of his own, his fingers sliding up from her entrance to her clit, rubbing with slick fingertips in time with the rocking of her hips.
/does this first
/flings self into bed
His hand curls around the back of her neck and he pulls her down for a kiss, licking past her lips and moaning into her mouth as his hand works steadily between her thighs. Come now, Inara, don't hold back.
/drags out of bed
She utters a quiet swear and shudders again, body trembling with every stroke of his fingers and thrust of hips. When he does things like that?
Won't take much longer at all.
nooooo /tries to crawl back in
First, this.
NO /keeps
/pouts forever
"C'mon, love," he growls, nibbling on her lip. "Let go for me."
/resolute
She follows the order with a cry, arching over him and digging her fingers into his skin wherever she can gain hold. Her breathing is erratic, and she peaks for him sharply then slowly comes down, still shivering in pleasure.
/inches back towards bed
He follows her quickly, bucking up against her with a shout, muscles standing out in sharp relief as the all clench involuntarily.
NEIN
She feels him lose control right after her and she rides him on through it, eventually going slack atop him, forehead resting against his.
j-just a little??
Instead he just strokes his hands up her sides, panting quietly against her lips, just enjoying the moment.
negative 8]
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He tells her as much, giving in to the urge to rub the tip of his nose against hers.
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It's more than nice.
She's going to continue the sweetness of it until she completely slides off of him, pressing in warm against his side until she falls asleep.
She can deal with the complications that will surely arise in the morning but for now...she simply wants to savor what it is like to be with a man because she felt like it, and not because she had an appointment to keep.
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His customary nightmares thankfully take the day off, or at least, if they don't, they're not bad enough to send him clawing his way to consciousness with a scream caught in his throat. Instead, he spends his night sleeping with a face full of dark curls, and smooth limbs tangled with his own.