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Inara sweeps her hair over her shoulder and yawns before looking at Mal, asleep beside her. It's a lazy start to the morning, and as she takes in her husband's features, she finds that she doesn't really mind.

She curls against him, dancing fingers over his neck and jawline. Wakey wakey.

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Mal stirs, cracking one eye open and letting half a smile form on his face.

"Mmm. Mornin', lao po."

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"Mornin' zhàngfu." Inara smiles back, drawing her nose against his cheek.

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Still with only one eye open, Mal lifts from lying on his stomach to throwing a leg across Inara's knees and an arm across the flat of her ribs, landing with a soft oof.

"S'eep."

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She makes a noise in return, laughing softly as she curls closer to him. "It's morning, Captain Reynolds. Time for sleepy captains to get up and..."

Inara shifts under his weight. "...and to captain."

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The other eye finally opens.

"I am captaining. Makin' sure everyone on my boat is properly safe and secure. Startin' with the resident of Shuttle One."

The leg gives Mal enough leverage to sweep Inara against him, her slip of a nightgown riding up enough to kick Mal's seratonin-drenched brain cells over.

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She exhales softly against his cheek, sliding her hands over his shoulders. "I expect you to be very attentive in your duties, Captain."

She grins brightly before kissing him.

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"You -- " Mal cuts himself off by pulling his arm and shoulder he's laying on back to himself, the other arm reaching down to move Inara's thigh higher, still groggy, between his own legs.

" -- lemme know how I'm doin'." Another simple twist and Inara's on top of Mal now, Mal on his back and grinning.

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Inara laughs softly, her hand trailing down his chest as she looks down at him, her dark curls creating a curtain. She leans forward, pressing her leg more firmly between his, and kisses him again.

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Mal pushes into her, feeling her mouth on his and her hair falling across his cheeks down to his neck all at once. His hands slip up the nightgown from her hips to move it away from bone and curve and his pants are getting in the damn way. Hrmph. He solves this by moving Inara further up his chest so he can pull at his pantslegs from the ankles and eventually kick them off.

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As he pushes his pants off, she crosses her arms and hooks her fingers on the hem of her silky nightgown, tugging it up over her head and dropping it to the floor beside the bed.

That done, she ducks her head and trails her mouth along his jaw.

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Mal grows taut and lets himself knead Inara's skin under his hands, palming breasts and stomach and lower between them, groaning with the contact.

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Inara gasps softly, pressing against his hand, panting against his neck.

But she wants something different than this, wants his weight on her. She rolls off of him, pressing herself against the mattress and pillows, before pulling Mal back to her.

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Mal follows quickly enough not leave more than a foot of space between them as they turn, planting his hands above Inara's shoulders and leaning into her when they both land. One palm leads Inara's leg around his hip and Mal kisses her none too gently as he rocks forward into her with a moan.

He does take the time to go slowly at first, senses waking to Inara under and around him but he quickens, leaning into her collarbone.

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Inara groans against his mouth, moving against him, fingers digging into his back, arching up.

One hand slides into his hair, tugging slightly as she pulls away to utter a word: "More".

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Inara's always been more vocal than Mal in bed, Mal more than willing to follow here. The cant of his head follows Inara's pull and Mal quickens as Inara's nails scratch lightly over old wounds to make his back shiver.

The faintest beginnings of "'Nar -- " is all that Mal manages before he shudders in orgasm, doing his best to not land entirely on his wife in sleepy-eyed relaxation before pulling back and away.

His knees crack when he stretches back out alongside Inara, fingers making their way from breastbone to ribs to hips and between her legs. He shifts --

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She moans softly as his fingers touch her, her fingers sliding into his hair before gliding to his shoulder and squeezing. Inara arches up slightly, planting her feet on the mattress, anchoring herself.