When Fandoms Collide
(Oops, I posted this elsewhere about a month ago but not at my own LJ)
Because I'm a dork...
Title: When Fandoms Collide
Pairing: Mal/Inara
Spoilers: None
Timeline: Anytime
Disclaimer: Firefly does not belong to me.
A/N: As you will see, the dialogue is not mine but all the other stuff came from my brain.
It was Inara’s turn to cook that evening. She had decided to try out a new kitchen gadget that had mysteriously appeared after one of the crew’s jobs. The problem was the gadget wasn’t cooperating very well. The gorram thing wouldn’t open. No matter how she twisted, pulled, pushed, and banged on it the top remained firmly in place. Inara took it as a personal challenge - no little piece of go se was going to get the better of her.
So engrossed in her task, Inara didn’t hear Mal walk in.
Mal quickly assessed the situation but didn’t immediately offer to help. He enjoyed watching her little battle with the kitchen machinery - it was so very Un-Inara.
Finally giving in, he walked up behind her. Reaching around her he attempted to take the gadget.
Using her back she shoved him away.
Stung, Mal said, “Hey! Ambassador, I’m only trying to help.”
Still fighting with the appliance, Inara didn’t look at him. “Would you please stop calling me that?”
“Sure, Inara.” His voice softened.
Still not giving up on her task, she twisted the handle harder wanting to show Mal she could do this one job.
“You make things so difficult sometimes.” She gave one last hard push with all her strength which only resulted in hurting her hand.
“I do. I really do. You could be a little nicer though. Come on, admit it. Sometimes you think I’m alright.”
Giving up on the battle, Inara turned to face him. She put her injured hand up to her mouth. “Occasionally. Maybe. When you aren’t acting like a scoundrel.”
Mal took her injured hand and began massaging her fingers and palm.
“Scoundrel? Scoundrel. I like the sound of that.” He didn’t let go of her hand.
“Stop that.”
“Stop what?” Mal asked, all innocence.
“Stop that. My hands are dirty.” Inara tried pulling away but Mal wouldn’t let go.
“My hands are dirty, too. What are you afraid of?”
“Afraid?” Afraid?! The very notion!
“You’re trembling.” He moved closer.
“I’m not trembling.” I do not tremble!
“You like me because I’m a scoundrel. There aren’t enough scoundrels in your life.” He moved even closer. His face was leaning nearer. She could feel his breath on her cheek.
“I happen to like nice men.” Take that Malcolm Reynolds!
“I’m nice men.”
“No, you’re not. You’re-”
He kissed her. His kiss caught her off guard. For a moment Inara tensed then she began kissing him back. Putting her hand on the back of his head, she pulled him closer. He tightened his arms around her and deepened the kiss.
“Captain! Captain! I’ve isolated the reverse power flux coupling!”
Mal felt a persistent tapping on his shoulder. Unable to ignore the intruder, he turned to see River standing proudly before him.
“Thank you.” His tone betrayed his displeasure at the interruption. “Thank you very much.” Now get the hell out!
Mal turned back to Inara but she was gone. The moment was over.
Because I'm a dork...
Title: When Fandoms Collide
Pairing: Mal/Inara
Spoilers: None
Timeline: Anytime
Disclaimer: Firefly does not belong to me.
A/N: As you will see, the dialogue is not mine but all the other stuff came from my brain.
It was Inara’s turn to cook that evening. She had decided to try out a new kitchen gadget that had mysteriously appeared after one of the crew’s jobs. The problem was the gadget wasn’t cooperating very well. The gorram thing wouldn’t open. No matter how she twisted, pulled, pushed, and banged on it the top remained firmly in place. Inara took it as a personal challenge - no little piece of go se was going to get the better of her.
So engrossed in her task, Inara didn’t hear Mal walk in.
Mal quickly assessed the situation but didn’t immediately offer to help. He enjoyed watching her little battle with the kitchen machinery - it was so very Un-Inara.
Finally giving in, he walked up behind her. Reaching around her he attempted to take the gadget.
Using her back she shoved him away.
Stung, Mal said, “Hey! Ambassador, I’m only trying to help.”
Still fighting with the appliance, Inara didn’t look at him. “Would you please stop calling me that?”
“Sure, Inara.” His voice softened.
Still not giving up on her task, she twisted the handle harder wanting to show Mal she could do this one job.
“You make things so difficult sometimes.” She gave one last hard push with all her strength which only resulted in hurting her hand.
“I do. I really do. You could be a little nicer though. Come on, admit it. Sometimes you think I’m alright.”
Giving up on the battle, Inara turned to face him. She put her injured hand up to her mouth. “Occasionally. Maybe. When you aren’t acting like a scoundrel.”
Mal took her injured hand and began massaging her fingers and palm.
“Scoundrel? Scoundrel. I like the sound of that.” He didn’t let go of her hand.
“Stop that.”
“Stop what?” Mal asked, all innocence.
“Stop that. My hands are dirty.” Inara tried pulling away but Mal wouldn’t let go.
“My hands are dirty, too. What are you afraid of?”
“Afraid?” Afraid?! The very notion!
“You’re trembling.” He moved closer.
“I’m not trembling.” I do not tremble!
“You like me because I’m a scoundrel. There aren’t enough scoundrels in your life.” He moved even closer. His face was leaning nearer. She could feel his breath on her cheek.
“I happen to like nice men.” Take that Malcolm Reynolds!
“I’m nice men.”
“No, you’re not. You’re-”
He kissed her. His kiss caught her off guard. For a moment Inara tensed then she began kissing him back. Putting her hand on the back of his head, she pulled him closer. He tightened his arms around her and deepened the kiss.
“Captain! Captain! I’ve isolated the reverse power flux coupling!”
Mal felt a persistent tapping on his shoulder. Unable to ignore the intruder, he turned to see River standing proudly before him.
“Thank you.” His tone betrayed his displeasure at the interruption. “Thank you very much.” Now get the hell out!
Mal turned back to Inara but she was gone. The moment was over.