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[makesmeatease]

Inara sweeps her hair over her shoulder and yawns before looking at Mal, asleep beside her. It's a lazy start to the morning, and as she takes in her husband's features, she finds that she doesn't really mind.

She curls against him, dancing fingers over his neck and jawline. Wakey wakey.

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[bad_in_latin]

Mal stirs, cracking one eye open and letting half a smile form on his face.

"Mmm. Mornin', lao po."

[bad_in_latin]

Listening to Inara moan and move under him pushes him faster and the errant thought that comes to him in awe sometimes is there's no way they taught her to be be as she is and he moves again to kiss her anywhere he can, everywhere he can.

"Mmm," he mumbles low when Mal gains ground up to Inara's ear, pulling at her earlobe when he moves another finger into her and shifting the heel of his palm to cup her, adding pressure there.

[makesmeatease]

Inara inhales sharply in a gasp, grinding herself against his hand. She can feel herself getting closer, and she turns her head to catch his lips against hers in a desperate kiss.

The shift in her position changes the way his fingers move into and against her, and she makes a sharp noise into his mouth.

[bad_in_latin]

tiān xiăodé Inara good god but it feels like Mal's breathing her into him and he can't move any faster than he is --

[makesmeatease]

She stiffens against him, hips arched up, head turning away from his, sharply, gasping for breath as her body convulses around his fingers.

After a moment, she stretches her legs back out and her breathing returns to normal. Her fingers trail down Mal's arm and she sighs.

[bad_in_latin]

"And a good mornin' to you too."

Mal laughs, lightened and amused with their little world they've built around Inara's bed.

[makesmeatease]

Inara laughs with him, rolling to her side to kiss him again, sliding her leg over his. "Good morning."

[bad_in_latin]

"Ever think o' getting a tattoo?"

[makesmeatease]

Inara laughs again, pulling back to look at his face. "The way your mind works fascinates me sometimes."

She stretches. "Sure. I've thought about it."

[bad_in_latin]

"Just because you didn't come aboard the shuttle 'fore it took off doesn't mean you can't follow it."

Or something.

"I've been thinking on getting one. 'Cause I don't got enough things marking me up already, apparently, but...it's just been in my head."

[makesmeatease]

She gives him an odd look at the first thought, before nodding. "What're you thinking about getting?"

[bad_in_latin]

Mal's last tattoo and only one to date is 'soldier' in Chinese on his hip.

He needs an update.

"I didn't have anything particular in mind yet. I thought I'd ask, see what you thought on the notion."

[makesmeatease]

"Well," she murmurs, kissing his cheek, "I can't decide for you of course. But if I think it's stupid, I'll let you know."

[bad_in_latin]

"You could get one with me."

[makesmeatease]

She settles back against her pillows and fumbles for the blanket, the cool air of the ship making her shiver. "I...I could, yes."

[bad_in_latin]

"Could be fun," Mal encourages.

Pain! Scarring in interesting patterns! What's not to love?