Firefly. 082. Right Kind of Wrong
Inara sat stiffly on her couch waiting for the inevitable. She knew Mal well enough to know that he’d come in and have a few choice words, well this time she wouldn’t stand for it. Not at all. Her jaw was set and she inclined her head as she heard the door to the shuttle swish open.
You walk in and my strength walks out the door
She looked up at him trying her damnedest to keep her stare hard, but she felt it falter at the look on his face. He looked as if he was quite troubled, and why shouldn’t he be?
“Inara,” he started and then stopped with a sigh.
Say my name and I can’t fight it anymore
She took a deep breath and instead of jumping him, shut her eyes. She didn’t want to fight with him. She never did. Instead of fighting, she’d sit like a stone and let him do the speaking.
Oh I know, I should go
But I need your touch just too damn much
She was startled when she felt his finger tips brush across her hands that were folded in her lap. Her reflex was to shake him off, but she found herself turning it palm up. She opened her eyes to watch his fingers skim over her hand before he pulled his hand back. She promptly balled her fist and then folded it back primly over the other hand in her lap.
“How is it?”
She fought the urge to scowl and roll her eyes. “How is what, Mal?”
He huffed a little and crossed his arms over his chest rocking back on his heels. “Your hand, Inara,” he replied tersely.
Loving you isn’t really something I should do
“No need to get all uppity, Captain, or should I call you, Sarge?” She bit out standing up just a few inches away from him in a stand off of sorts. Her heart pounded in her ears as she stared at him.
His face immediately hardened further if that was possible. “War’s long over Inara.”
“Not for your friend, it isn’t.”
“Don’t act like you know my friends. You don’t.” He spun on his heel and stomped toward the shuttle door.
Shouldn’t wanna spend my time with you
That I should try to be strong
“Mal…” She hated the pleading in her voice. She tried to hide the feelings that were written all over her face, but it was impossible.
He hesitated at the desperation he heard in her voice and glanced over his shoulder. Aw hell…
Can’t do without, what you do to me
I don’t care if I’m in too deep
It was far too late, he was already involved. Slowly turning around, he crossed the shuttle stopping in front of her. Even as his head dipped towards hers, his conscience screamed at him. This was wrong, so very, very wrong. He smiled as his lips slid over hers. The right kind of wrong.
Yeah baby you’re the right kind of wrong
You walk in and my strength walks out the door
She looked up at him trying her damnedest to keep her stare hard, but she felt it falter at the look on his face. He looked as if he was quite troubled, and why shouldn’t he be?
“Inara,” he started and then stopped with a sigh.
Say my name and I can’t fight it anymore
She took a deep breath and instead of jumping him, shut her eyes. She didn’t want to fight with him. She never did. Instead of fighting, she’d sit like a stone and let him do the speaking.
Oh I know, I should go
But I need your touch just too damn much
She was startled when she felt his finger tips brush across her hands that were folded in her lap. Her reflex was to shake him off, but she found herself turning it palm up. She opened her eyes to watch his fingers skim over her hand before he pulled his hand back. She promptly balled her fist and then folded it back primly over the other hand in her lap.
“How is it?”
She fought the urge to scowl and roll her eyes. “How is what, Mal?”
He huffed a little and crossed his arms over his chest rocking back on his heels. “Your hand, Inara,” he replied tersely.
Loving you isn’t really something I should do
“No need to get all uppity, Captain, or should I call you, Sarge?” She bit out standing up just a few inches away from him in a stand off of sorts. Her heart pounded in her ears as she stared at him.
His face immediately hardened further if that was possible. “War’s long over Inara.”
“Not for your friend, it isn’t.”
“Don’t act like you know my friends. You don’t.” He spun on his heel and stomped toward the shuttle door.
Shouldn’t wanna spend my time with you
That I should try to be strong
“Mal…” She hated the pleading in her voice. She tried to hide the feelings that were written all over her face, but it was impossible.
He hesitated at the desperation he heard in her voice and glanced over his shoulder. Aw hell…
Can’t do without, what you do to me
I don’t care if I’m in too deep
It was far too late, he was already involved. Slowly turning around, he crossed the shuttle stopping in front of her. Even as his head dipped towards hers, his conscience screamed at him. This was wrong, so very, very wrong. He smiled as his lips slid over hers. The right kind of wrong.
Yeah baby you’re the right kind of wrong