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It's quickly tossed aside - it's in the way, it's a barrier, and it's got to go.

Once it's taken care of, there can be a lot more exploration going on. Inara wants to see, touch and taste every part of him, and it began with his lips and the journey now takes her to his chest, fingers spreading over him, nails tracing lightly over skin.

Apparently she has no patience for his slow exploratory kisses, wanting to do it herself. Well. He's not going to fight her on it.

He shifts a little so he can spread out on his back and let her do what she likes to him, one hand settling on the smooth skin of her upper arm, the other raising to tentatively play with her curls.

She's sorry, Herc -- and really, she'll let you do that soon. Very soon. But at the moment, she's intent on having her lips all over his neck and chest, leaving a trail of damp kisses in her wake.

His hand in her hair does make her pause and sigh though, and she rests her cheek against him for a moment, savoring the feeling while one hand creeps downwards, resting at his hip.

It's no surprise she's good at this — this is kind of her job, really — and Herc is really appreciating her skill right now.

She sighs and settles for a moment, her cheek resting on his chest, her eyelashes tickling as she breathes slowly and he keeps petting her hair. It's so soft and silky, he's almost curious as to what she puts in it. Not that it will do him much good, his hair is too short to even properly comb, but still. It's nice, is what he's getting at.

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.

He would never hurt her. She's his friend (more than? who knows), she's a member of his crew (sort of), his whole life centers around protecting others (and killing things that threaten them, but that's not the point). He just cards his fingers through her hair as slowly as possible, feeling the strands slip over his knuckles, and then she picks herself up again and continues her journey.

There's a part of him that feels like he should stop her, should tell her she doesn't have to do this for him. But then he remembers that she knows that and yet she's doing it anyway, and he keeps his mouth shut. Instead, he just lifts his hips when he needs to, helps her get him undressed as best as he can.

Him lifting his hips helps considerably - he's not huge but he's damn sure not petite and getting pants off without his help just wasn't going to happen.

It's much less effort to remove her own silk -- he'd loosened the top portion of the wrap around earlier, and it's all a kind of one piece sari anyway. It's gone in moments, and then it's just them -- two bare bodies splayed against the satin of Inara's sheets.

Hercules is markedly less interested in her getting him naked than he is in watching her get naked herself; his eyes never leave her as she unwinds the deep red silk like she's unwrapping a present, her creamy skin so inviting that he doesn't try to stop himself from reaching for her and pulling her closer so he can kiss her again.

Her gloss is gone, kissed away a long time ago, but he doesn't care.

The material flutters to the ground, a puddle of silk on the floor next to his shirt and pants.

She slides easily on top of him, knees pressing into the mattress as she's pulled in, lips meeting his once more.

Her clothes are far more glamorous than his are, that's for sure.

He murmurs her name quietly as she drapes herself over him, lets his hands smooth down the expanse of her back, focuses on the feel of her body pressed to his and the sweetness of her kiss.

It's certainly an interesting clash there on the floor, that's for sure.

"Is this--"

She presses her palms against the sheets an looks down at him, dark hair a curtain around their faces.

"Is this alright?"

She hopes so -- because as she says it, she's moving a hand in between them to gently take him and stroke, fingers light.

The only answer he has for that question is a low moan, hips twitching a little when her fingers curl around him.

"Yeah, love," he breathes, smoothing his hands back up her sides so he can cup her face in his hands and kiss her softly, sucking on her lower lip.

"This is alright."

She's not really playing very fair, what with him cradled in her hand like that.

"Good," she sighs softly, mouth eager to be claimed by his again. The press of his mouth matches the hold her hand has, and really - she's only taking a moment to make sure he's ready.

She's really not. How does she expect him to have anything coherent to say in the face of her hand curling around his dick?

Oh, he's ready. Sure, Hercules is no spring chicken, and his body takes things at a much more leisurely pace these days, but she's still a gorgeous woman and her hand is still on his cock, and despite the emotional upheaval he's going through right now, some things remain constant.

Really, she can't be blamed. She's settled right there over him, eyes on his and their skin pressed hotly together....how do you play fair in that situation, honestly.

Good. Because that hand currently wrapped around his cock right now is going to just guide him right on home, then.

Slipping her hand away, she gives a quick roll of her hips to bring her flush against him with a soft groan, head dropping to rest agaist his shoulder.

If asked about the things Hercules expected to happen to him today, nearly losing his dog and having sex with Inara Serra would not be on the list. Still, he's definitely not going to complain about it, not about this part at least. His hips lift slightly when she rocks down onto him, heels digging into her satin sheets, his hands slipping down to hold onto her hips until she settles.

He bites off a curse, closing his eyes and huffing out a sigh when she settles comfortably against him, her body hot and wet and tight clenched around his.

Her hair had fallen over his face when she slumped down over him and he puffs our some air again, chuckling a little when it shifts. "Y'alright?" he rumbles, his hands skimming over her skin soothingly.

It's definitely not the day Inara had planned out, that was for sure. Spending the entire day holding Herc's hand and sharing in his emotional trauma had certainly been unexpected, and ending the whole fiasco settled nicely atop him hadn't been something she'd really thought was going to happen, either.

But like him, she isn't complaining.

A flex of muscles around him is her little way of saying hello, and she gives a breathless little laugh as she tries to swipe her hair out of the way.

"Yes. Are you?"

Her friendly little squeeze draws a grunt out of him, his hands flexing against her skin.

"More than," is all he can really manage to reassure her, turning his head and pressing his lips to her hair. He's going to lie here and wait for her to decide what to do next, because it feels surprisingly nice to let someone else take the reins for a little while.

She smiles, and slides an arm around the back of his head, mouth defunding its way to his neck. She sets a steady rhythm - not too fast and not painfully slow, either. He's right - she doesn't know what she's doing, and she wants him to feel good -- not pop off too early.

It's far too easy to just slide into the quiet rhythm she sets, to curl his arms around her and hold her close as she rocks above him, her breasts dragging against his chest on every stroke she makes. It's steady, and it's easy, and — it feels like the quiet, slow love-making of a couple who've been together for a long time, and that, more than anything else, is so comforting.

It does feel like that, especially with the way that she's holding him, her arms around him and their bodies pressed up against one aother, friction caused with every movement.

It's close, affectionate, loving and her mouth leaves lovebites on his collarbone and shoulder; intimate places that can't be seen anywhere other than in the bedroom by anyone other than a lover.

Her eyes close and her breath comes is soft pants; she's exercising restraint, because she wants this as passionate as posisble.

He would love to return the favor and nibble at her skin until it blooms bright and red beneath his lips but he's holding himself back; he can get away with hickeys under his clothes, nobody's seeing him naked. Inara, on the other hand, isn't quite in his situation.

His hands knead her back gently as she moves above him, his face slack with pleasure.

No, she isn't -- not now, anyway. She's not really thinking about her profession at the moment though -- the only thing on her mind right now is how goddamn good he feels inside of her and the way he fills her completely with every roll of her hips.

She sneaks a quick look at his face, and is please with what she sees. Sweeping her hair away from their faces and off to one side, she lifts up a little, smiles at him, then presses her lips firmly to his, capturing them in a heated kiss.

He'd be grateful to learn that she's not relying on her tricks and tips of being a Companion, that she's just as in the moment as he is. Because right now he's having a hard time thinking about anything other than the clench of her body, of the smell of her perfume.

Her smile is impossible not to return, and Herc sighs a little into the kiss when she presses their lips together again, his hands squeezing her hips gently.

She's very thorough, that much is for sure. Companion tricks of the trade or not, no stone goes left unturned. She memorized every inch of him completely; her tongue mapping out his mouth while her body completely adjusts and acquaints itself with his.

She teases his mouth with little flicks of her tongue that are almost sly in nature, hips rolling firmly against his in a quickened - but still steady - pace.

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