Simple (unless we die), Inara/Kaylee, skills, shyness, beauty, strength, tools, sandalwoodshadowsoffenseJanuary 25 2011, 05:06:01 UTC
Inara’s knock on Kaylee’s door is always perfunctory, something she does absently as she enters; she’s normally already down the ladder before Kaylee can respond. Kaylee doesn’t mind, she likes that Inara is so free with her. It reminds her of her mother, actually, although it’s the only thing about Inara that does. The Companion’s world is so far from Kaylee’s that the fact that anything about Inara could remind her of home strains the boundaries of reality. But there it is.
Yet, Inara is the only one who waits to be invited into the engine room. It isn’t like its private or anything; everyone else just comes and goes, but not Inara.
Kaylee was on her hands and knees, half under the engine, replacing another section of the coolant tubing -which was wearing out mighty quick the way Mal had ‘em burning out of atmo so fast all the time- when she heard the tentative tapping outside the open door. It was ten types of hot under there with the coolant off, so Kaylee took to opportunity to stand up, rather than just shout Inara in like she normally did.
“Hey ‘Nara,” Kaylee wiped the back of her head across her sweaty forehead self-consciously as she caught sight of the immaculately dressed woman. “Come on in,” she added as Inara hesitated.
Stepping over the edge, Inara stopped just inside the door, tentative in a way Kaylee had only seen here, in this room. Her dress was red and saffron, colors she favored, making her seem like a living flame in the heat.
Kaylee’s eyes moved to Inara’s face comparing the red of her lips to the dress. Those lips curled into a smile as she stared, letting Kaylee know she had become a little obvious in her appreciation.
“Hush,” she scolded the Companion. “You can’t show up looking like that an’ expect a girl not to take a look.”
Inara laughed, holding her hands up placatingly. “I said nothing.”
Yet, Inara is the only one who waits to be invited into the engine room. It isn’t like its private or anything; everyone else just comes and goes, but not Inara.
Kaylee was on her hands and knees, half under the engine, replacing another section of the coolant tubing -which was wearing out mighty quick the way Mal had ‘em burning out of atmo so fast all the time- when she heard the tentative tapping outside the open door. It was ten types of hot under there with the coolant off, so Kaylee took to opportunity to stand up, rather than just shout Inara in like she normally did.
“Hey ‘Nara,” Kaylee wiped the back of her head across her sweaty forehead self-consciously as she caught sight of the immaculately dressed woman. “Come on in,” she added as Inara hesitated.
Stepping over the edge, Inara stopped just inside the door, tentative in a way Kaylee had only seen here, in this room. Her dress was red and saffron, colors she favored, making her seem like a living flame in the heat.
Kaylee’s eyes moved to Inara’s face comparing the red of her lips to the dress. Those lips curled into a smile as she stared, letting Kaylee know she had become a little obvious in her appreciation.
“Hush,” she scolded the Companion. “You can’t show up looking like that an’ expect a girl not to take a look.”
Inara laughed, holding her hands up placatingly. “I said nothing.”
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