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[suoxi]

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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.

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[striker_eureka]

He had shrugged out of his bomber jacket a while back which just left him in the soft waffle cotton Henley he favors, which means he can feel every pass of her fingers as she slides them down his arms and then over his hips.

Hercules almost wants to ask her if she's sure about this, but that would be insulting, so he keeps his trap shut, just shifts a little so she can do whatever she likes to him.

[suoxi]

She's not really thinking very clearly about their current position, though she will in a moment. The shift allows her a little bit better of a seated position though, and she's able to settle nicely right there in his lap, fingers plucking at his shirt as she moves back in to capture his lips once more.

[striker_eureka]

She's a slight little thing, but that doesn't mean her weight in his lap doesn't make him groan and shift against her. She keeps plucking at his shirt, twisting the hem between her fingers, and Herc is torn between just letting her and telling her to take it off if it's bothering her that much. But he doesn't, because she's kissing him again, and that's something he can really get behind.

[suoxi]

She kisses him with all of the urgency of a woman that is very much into a man can kiss. Eventually though -- she's got to breath and she pulls back, panting a little, and rests her hands on his shoulders.

"We should move."

Because as hot as it is to kiss his lips until they're stinging and puffy right here on this couch, if this goes any farther -- it's going to get awkward.

[striker_eureka]

He's not ashamed to admit he makes a disappointed grumble in the back of his throat when she pulls away, having been very much enjoying her tender ministrations, but what she suggests next is more than acceptable to him, so he doesn't complain too much.

"Okay," he says, shifting his weight a little and sliding his arms underneath her so he can stand and lift her up into the air.

It only takes a few long strides to reach her bed and then he's laying her down and following, his lips finding hers again.

[suoxi]

She didn't expect to be picked up -- but that's alright. It's...rather romantic, all things considered, and she wraps her arms around him and keeps them there until she's flat on her back beneath him.

Now is when she really deigns to remove him of his clothing - the shirt needs to go, and eventually so will the rest but this is a good start for the time being.

Also, wow she is enjoying those kisses. They leave her a little dizzy and glassy eyes, and with a soft smile on her face that doesn't budge at all.

[striker_eureka]

Herc's not piloting Jaegers anymore, but that doesn't mean he isn't still plenty strong, thank you. And it's not like she's particularly heavy, really.

He has to pull back a little when she tugs at his shirt, helping her yank it off over his head and then letting her figure out what to do with it. (Drop it over the side, probably, he's not paying attention.) He's busy with other things, things like trailing his lips over her jawline, pressing whiskery kisses into her skin.

[suoxi]

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.

[striker_eureka]

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.

[suoxi]

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.

[striker_eureka]

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.

[suoxi]

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.

[striker_eureka]

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.

[suoxi]

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.

[striker_eureka]

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.

[suoxi]

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.

[striker_eureka]

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.

[suoxi]

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.

[striker_eureka]

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."

[suoxi]

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.

[striker_eureka]

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.

[suoxi]

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.

[striker_eureka]

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.

[suoxi]

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?"

[striker_eureka]

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.