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excerpt from my sncross-bigbang fic. I had a hard time trying to find the right passage to post, but this one seems vague enough and still gives you all the information you might need to give me a title.
Seriously. i need a title. So suggestions? Anything from song lyrics to latin phrases. As many as you can think of, don't be shy. Begging you. Please.
Also if anyone would like to be my beta, that would be awesome
Jayne was fuming. He’d been taken out by a man who looked nearly half his age with boyish looks and puppy dog eyes that only made him want to punch him in the face, nothin’ to do with how he hated dogs or nothin’. But when he was taken out, after he threatened puppy man threatening Inara, there was this darkness that flickered in them, made him rethink mighty quickly about layin’ a hand on the younger man. The man making Inara scream in her shuttle, gettin‘ him off just picturing her usually composed face twisted up in lust and such. Everyone heard it. Kaylee couldn’t keep the blush off her face, muttering about the two of ‘em bein’ romantic and other sorts of crap that he didn’t really think too much of. Wash had said something inappropriate, Mal tried to pass off disinterest, and Kaylee kept her eyes on Inara’s shuttle, a dreamy look on her face, like she was readin’ some sort of children’s book with them happy endings.
He’d been only too happy to take out his pissed off attitude on the slime who’d touched Kaylee’s hair when she wasn’t payin’ him any attention. No one touched Kaylee. Mal had nearly let him toss them both out the air lock, but he waited until they paid him first. It was an hour before Jayne heard Inara or that puppy dog man say anything more than monosyllables, both of ‘em sounding happier than when they saw each other. Jayne stopped near Inara’s shuttle, examining his gun as he pretended not to eavesdrop on their conversation. Puppy man sayin’ something about a pit and someone crawling out of it. Sounded gruesome.
However, Jayne’s attention span could only stretch so far, especially after they got all quiet. Then Mal had to spoil his fun by shoutin’ at him to get his ass to the kitchen because dinner was ready.
“What about Inara?” asked Jayne, not bothering to keep his voice down anymore, enjoying the uncomfortable look that passed over the captains face.
“She can take care of herself, and her guest.”
They didn’t show up for dinner, figured there’d be too many questions, and damn did everyone have questions. Kaylee for one couldn’t stop talking about it, telling River everything about Inara and that the man she was with. River listened quietly, probably knowing full well what exactly was going on between the two.
“They have time,” said River after Kaylee had finished her gossip.
No one really gave her heed, turning instead back to their dinner, waiting for the silence to pass so they could go about their business. Mal was the only one left at the table, long after everyone went to bed before Inara walked into the kitchen, draped in a gold robe, her curly hair tied up with a pair of chopsticks, fallen curls hanging along her shoulders. She jumped as she spotted Mal sitting at the table, his plate still sitting in front of him. He just stared at her.
“Mal,“ she started breathlessly. She shook off her surprised and moved towards the cabinets, trying to act nonchalant. “Shouldn’t you be asleep?”
“Suppose I should,” said Mal, but made no move to get up. “You going to explain who that man was?”
“I suppose I should,” said Inara, mocking him only slightly. In truth, she really did want to tell Mal about Sam. She had wanted to tell them all about him and who he was. She knew they wouldn’t be able to handle it. Their lives were complicated enough as it was, she didn’t need to add onto it with explaining that neither she nor Sam could die. That they’d been together for centuries, because they couldn’t breathe without each other, see without each other. Simon would be overly curious, Book would call it unnatural, and Mal…Mal wouldn’t be able to handle it. She settled for the easiest way out. “He’s a friend.”
“Friend or client?” asked Mal, his eyes hardening. She looked at him, knowing that client was just another notch on her bedpost, friend was special.
“Sam wouldn’t be able to afford me,” said Inara cynically. Mal blinked at her and slid his chair back, standing up to take his leave. Inara felt tears prickling against her eyes, her throat tightening up as she held them back.
“I’m sorry, Mal,” she whispered to no one. Her voice echoing off the empty kitchen walls. Swiping the back of her hand across her eyes she fixed a plate of food left over from dinner, trying not to linger on Mal too much as she headed back to her shuttle, thankful that she didn’t run into anyone else on the way back.
Seriously. i need a title. So suggestions? Anything from song lyrics to latin phrases. As many as you can think of, don't be shy. Begging you. Please.
Also if anyone would like to be my beta, that would be awesome
Jayne was fuming. He’d been taken out by a man who looked nearly half his age with boyish looks and puppy dog eyes that only made him want to punch him in the face, nothin’ to do with how he hated dogs or nothin’. But when he was taken out, after he threatened puppy man threatening Inara, there was this darkness that flickered in them, made him rethink mighty quickly about layin’ a hand on the younger man. The man making Inara scream in her shuttle, gettin‘ him off just picturing her usually composed face twisted up in lust and such. Everyone heard it. Kaylee couldn’t keep the blush off her face, muttering about the two of ‘em bein’ romantic and other sorts of crap that he didn’t really think too much of. Wash had said something inappropriate, Mal tried to pass off disinterest, and Kaylee kept her eyes on Inara’s shuttle, a dreamy look on her face, like she was readin’ some sort of children’s book with them happy endings.
He’d been only too happy to take out his pissed off attitude on the slime who’d touched Kaylee’s hair when she wasn’t payin’ him any attention. No one touched Kaylee. Mal had nearly let him toss them both out the air lock, but he waited until they paid him first. It was an hour before Jayne heard Inara or that puppy dog man say anything more than monosyllables, both of ‘em sounding happier than when they saw each other. Jayne stopped near Inara’s shuttle, examining his gun as he pretended not to eavesdrop on their conversation. Puppy man sayin’ something about a pit and someone crawling out of it. Sounded gruesome.
However, Jayne’s attention span could only stretch so far, especially after they got all quiet. Then Mal had to spoil his fun by shoutin’ at him to get his ass to the kitchen because dinner was ready.
“What about Inara?” asked Jayne, not bothering to keep his voice down anymore, enjoying the uncomfortable look that passed over the captains face.
“She can take care of herself, and her guest.”
They didn’t show up for dinner, figured there’d be too many questions, and damn did everyone have questions. Kaylee for one couldn’t stop talking about it, telling River everything about Inara and that the man she was with. River listened quietly, probably knowing full well what exactly was going on between the two.
“They have time,” said River after Kaylee had finished her gossip.
No one really gave her heed, turning instead back to their dinner, waiting for the silence to pass so they could go about their business. Mal was the only one left at the table, long after everyone went to bed before Inara walked into the kitchen, draped in a gold robe, her curly hair tied up with a pair of chopsticks, fallen curls hanging along her shoulders. She jumped as she spotted Mal sitting at the table, his plate still sitting in front of him. He just stared at her.
“Mal,“ she started breathlessly. She shook off her surprised and moved towards the cabinets, trying to act nonchalant. “Shouldn’t you be asleep?”
“Suppose I should,” said Mal, but made no move to get up. “You going to explain who that man was?”
“I suppose I should,” said Inara, mocking him only slightly. In truth, she really did want to tell Mal about Sam. She had wanted to tell them all about him and who he was. She knew they wouldn’t be able to handle it. Their lives were complicated enough as it was, she didn’t need to add onto it with explaining that neither she nor Sam could die. That they’d been together for centuries, because they couldn’t breathe without each other, see without each other. Simon would be overly curious, Book would call it unnatural, and Mal…Mal wouldn’t be able to handle it. She settled for the easiest way out. “He’s a friend.”
“Friend or client?” asked Mal, his eyes hardening. She looked at him, knowing that client was just another notch on her bedpost, friend was special.
“Sam wouldn’t be able to afford me,” said Inara cynically. Mal blinked at her and slid his chair back, standing up to take his leave. Inara felt tears prickling against her eyes, her throat tightening up as she held them back.
“I’m sorry, Mal,” she whispered to no one. Her voice echoing off the empty kitchen walls. Swiping the back of her hand across her eyes she fixed a plate of food left over from dinner, trying not to linger on Mal too much as she headed back to her shuttle, thankful that she didn’t run into anyone else on the way back.