Inevitable Decline
Inara made a face in the mirror--of dismay, disbelief, and a hint of dark amusement. She twisted slowly back and forth, thinking that perhaps it was just a trick of the light.
Mal wrapped his arms around her bare waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. "I can understand my own fascination easy enough, but I don't quite see why you're so very mesmerized your own self," he said.
"They're sagging," she said, unable to keep a flicker of alarm from her voice.
"Want to have Kaylee turn the grav off?"
"Mal!" she laughed, elbowing him in the ribs.
Mal wrapped his arms around her bare waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. "I can understand my own fascination easy enough, but I don't quite see why you're so very mesmerized your own self," he said.
"They're sagging," she said, unable to keep a flicker of alarm from her voice.
"Want to have Kaylee turn the grav off?"
"Mal!" she laughed, elbowing him in the ribs.