Prompt #40 - Midnight
OK, I know I only signed up for the fic challenge earlier today, but I really wanted to get started right away. I was feeling all inspired (for once)!
So, here's my first Mal/Inara ficlet:
Title: Midnight
Rating: PG
Prompt: #40 Midnight
Summary: 'He came at midnight'
Note: Thanks to notsoliljames for the beta.
Set post-series, but pre-Serenity. No spoilers for the movie.
He came at midnight.
There was something inherently romantic about the thought. The handsome rogue slipping into her shuttle under the veil of night, breaking every rule that had ever existed between them and breathing secrets in their place. He came at midnight, when those little whispers of need could be answered without fear of discovery.
Inara pondered this for a moment, and then she had to laugh. Clearly, all the time she had been spending with Kaylee had affected her. The very thought of Malcolm Reynolds being a romantic ‘handsome rogue’ was ludicrous. To entertain the thought even for a second was to travel much further from reality than she ever wished to go.
He was not a figure of great romance, no matter what the childish part of Inara’s brain wished to believe. In fact, she doubted that he had a single romantic bone in his body. Still, he had come at midnight, and the subtleties behind that were impossible to ignore.
Midnight. Romance. Whispers in the dark.
Of course, such connotations would never have occurred to Mal; they could hardly have been an integral part of his plan. In fact, Inara doubted that he had even had a plan at all. That wasn’t his way. If he had stopped even a moment to concoct and consider his actions, he would never have appeared at all.
No. Something stronger than a casual thought had driven Malcolm Reynolds to her door in the middle of the night. Something primal had dictated his actions where common sense refused to tread, and, for once, Inara was glad of its power to banish all reasonable thought. Common sense was of little use any more.
When Malcolm Reynolds came at midnight, every glance was laced with declarations that they never got to say. Every touch whispered ‘I love you’ and ‘I’ll miss you’. Midnight meant that secrets could be shared without a single incriminating word spilling from their lips. Midnight meant the beginning, and midnight meant the end.
He came at midnight, and he didn’t come again. She stood at the docks the next day, saying her farewells and hoping that he would appear, but knowing deep down that he wouldn’t. Malcolm Reynolds had never been good with words, and a spoken goodbye would never be a worthy end.
A part of Inara was heartbroken, but a part of her understood. After Malcolm Reynolds came to her shuttle at midnight, there was nothing more that needed to be said.
He didn’t come to say goodbye, but he came at midnight, and that was enough.
So, here's my first Mal/Inara ficlet:
Title: Midnight
Rating: PG
Prompt: #40 Midnight
Summary: 'He came at midnight'
Note: Thanks to notsoliljames for the beta.
Set post-series, but pre-Serenity. No spoilers for the movie.
He came at midnight.
There was something inherently romantic about the thought. The handsome rogue slipping into her shuttle under the veil of night, breaking every rule that had ever existed between them and breathing secrets in their place. He came at midnight, when those little whispers of need could be answered without fear of discovery.
Inara pondered this for a moment, and then she had to laugh. Clearly, all the time she had been spending with Kaylee had affected her. The very thought of Malcolm Reynolds being a romantic ‘handsome rogue’ was ludicrous. To entertain the thought even for a second was to travel much further from reality than she ever wished to go.
He was not a figure of great romance, no matter what the childish part of Inara’s brain wished to believe. In fact, she doubted that he had a single romantic bone in his body. Still, he had come at midnight, and the subtleties behind that were impossible to ignore.
Midnight. Romance. Whispers in the dark.
Of course, such connotations would never have occurred to Mal; they could hardly have been an integral part of his plan. In fact, Inara doubted that he had even had a plan at all. That wasn’t his way. If he had stopped even a moment to concoct and consider his actions, he would never have appeared at all.
No. Something stronger than a casual thought had driven Malcolm Reynolds to her door in the middle of the night. Something primal had dictated his actions where common sense refused to tread, and, for once, Inara was glad of its power to banish all reasonable thought. Common sense was of little use any more.
When Malcolm Reynolds came at midnight, every glance was laced with declarations that they never got to say. Every touch whispered ‘I love you’ and ‘I’ll miss you’. Midnight meant that secrets could be shared without a single incriminating word spilling from their lips. Midnight meant the beginning, and midnight meant the end.
He came at midnight, and he didn’t come again. She stood at the docks the next day, saying her farewells and hoping that he would appear, but knowing deep down that he wouldn’t. Malcolm Reynolds had never been good with words, and a spoken goodbye would never be a worthy end.
A part of Inara was heartbroken, but a part of her understood. After Malcolm Reynolds came to her shuttle at midnight, there was nothing more that needed to be said.
He didn’t come to say goodbye, but he came at midnight, and that was enough.