Fic: Tunnel Vision (Mal/Inara)
Title: Tunnel Vision
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: Mal/Inara
Word Count: 308
Rating: G
Summary: Mal and Inara share a dance.
Notes: Written for 15/1/11.
They are dancing, smiles on their faces and minds blocked off to everything that isn’t them. Around them others dance, caught up in their own worlds too. It’s hard to imagine at this point in time that anything else exists.
Her hand is soft in his and her waist small, and perfectly shaped for his hand to lie upon. The music is gentle and they move slowly with it as the night progresses and the first slivers of darkness come in from the open doorway of the ballroom.
What could be minutes or hours later - there’s no way to tell as there are no clocks, and time here doesn’t follow the normal rules of society - he guides her toward the door. They dance their way over and then exit while the party continues on inside.
On the balcony, the air is cold. Night envelopes them in darkness. The only light is from behind them in the house. It is bright enough that they aren’t bothered enough to bring it up. They stand in silence and stare out into the gardens, only just visible below them.
Gradually they levitate toward each other. She is still smiling. Her lips glisten, cherry red, and there are soft crinkles at the corner of her lips.
He steps closer and his own smile wavers for a second as he places a hand back on her waist. No words are spoken. To speak would be to break this moment and neither of them can bear that thought. He leans in and presses his lips to hers. Just one kiss. One quick kiss.
His arms wrap around her and they sway together to the music - dim now. The cool air cocoons itself around them and both know it will soon force them back inside, but until that time comes, they relax in one another’s arms.
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: Mal/Inara
Word Count: 308
Rating: G
Summary: Mal and Inara share a dance.
Notes: Written for 15/1/11.
They are dancing, smiles on their faces and minds blocked off to everything that isn’t them. Around them others dance, caught up in their own worlds too. It’s hard to imagine at this point in time that anything else exists.
Her hand is soft in his and her waist small, and perfectly shaped for his hand to lie upon. The music is gentle and they move slowly with it as the night progresses and the first slivers of darkness come in from the open doorway of the ballroom.
What could be minutes or hours later - there’s no way to tell as there are no clocks, and time here doesn’t follow the normal rules of society - he guides her toward the door. They dance their way over and then exit while the party continues on inside.
On the balcony, the air is cold. Night envelopes them in darkness. The only light is from behind them in the house. It is bright enough that they aren’t bothered enough to bring it up. They stand in silence and stare out into the gardens, only just visible below them.
Gradually they levitate toward each other. She is still smiling. Her lips glisten, cherry red, and there are soft crinkles at the corner of her lips.
He steps closer and his own smile wavers for a second as he places a hand back on her waist. No words are spoken. To speak would be to break this moment and neither of them can bear that thought. He leans in and presses his lips to hers. Just one kiss. One quick kiss.
His arms wrap around her and they sway together to the music - dim now. The cool air cocoons itself around them and both know it will soon force them back inside, but until that time comes, they relax in one another’s arms.