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striker_eureka
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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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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.