Lipstick Stain - Firefly {Inara/Saffron, PG-13}
Title: Lipstick Stain
Fandom/Character: Firefly - Inara/Saffron
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: ~600
Summary: "If I was going to kill you," she asked, "do you really think I'd use the poison lipstick?" Set post-BDM. For 100_women [ Table Here]
Their lips lingered too close and Saffron - her preferred name, now that it was all over, and as far as she could get from her real one - held her breath. Not in anticipation of a kiss, but in the certainty of what would come next.
Sure enough, Inara backed off and let her lips drop to her neck, which was nice and all but Saffron had been waiting for weeks now. Really, it was amazing her patience had lasted this long. It wasn't usually one of her virtues but then, she didn't usually shack up with another ex-Companion on a ship full of people who were about the most irritating foils to her nefarious plans in the verse.
Irritated, she pushed Inara away and stood up, pulling the strap of her dress over her shoulder from where it had fallen. "I'm not wearing it.”
Inara was wearing a lot of her usual paint (through habit more than necessity) but still, Saffron could see the faint blush rise. "Saffron, I'm not..."
"I don't even have to be here," she said petulantly. It was a lie and they both knew it, but she wasn't a fan of being trapped and didn't like to acknowledge it. Without Serenity, she'd be caught again in days. She'd made too many enemies to find a safe spot now that the Alliance was after her. "If you don't want me here, whatever. I'll go."
"You sound like a child," Inara snapped. Annoyingly, she stayed seated on the plush cushions, reclining slightly to better look up at the other woman. "Do you really expect me to trust you after everything?"
"No. But if I was going to kill you," she asked, "do you really think I'd use the poison lipstick? When I could stab you in your sleep and watch your blood stain those pretty sheets of yours? When I could slip a little something in your drinks, or find that needle I know you keep?"
"Saffron - "
"No, bizui,” she replied, holding up her hand, fire in her heart and in her eyes. "You're an idiot. It's been years. Don't much like my place on this boat but it's not like I'm loaded with options so if you'll get over it, that would be really great."
"I didn't - "
"Besides, it doesn't even make sense," said Saffron, ignoring the interruption. "The lipstick would still knock you out with the contact you let me put elsewhere."
"I know," said Inara. She stood gracefully and caught Saffron's arm in her deceptively strong grip. "It's habit. That's all. If you'd stop throwing a tantrum like a little baby, I'd - "
"What? You'd throw me out?"
Inara kissed her and Saffron jolted at the feel of the warm, soft lips against her own. Inara was wearing her reddest lipstick and Saffron felt it smear against her own pinked lips. There was a brief touch of tongues and a soft noise formed deep in Inara's throat; Saffron tried to swallow it down, but Inara was already tilting her head away.
"No," she said, humor in her tone and brightening her eye. "I was thinking more along the lines of kissing you breathless."
With a heavy bewildered stare, Saffron realized her own hands were grasped against Inara's shoulders which was probably a good thing since her knees felt a little too weak. She closed her eyes as Inara smudged away a stain of lipstick from her chin and sighed contentedly. "Oh. Well, it's a start."
"You're a brat," Inara replied, "and you're lucky you're hot when you're pissed off."
Saffron punched her shoulder, grinned, and pushed her down onto the couch.
Fandom/Character: Firefly - Inara/Saffron
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: ~600
Summary: "If I was going to kill you," she asked, "do you really think I'd use the poison lipstick?" Set post-BDM. For 100_women [ Table Here]
Their lips lingered too close and Saffron - her preferred name, now that it was all over, and as far as she could get from her real one - held her breath. Not in anticipation of a kiss, but in the certainty of what would come next.
Sure enough, Inara backed off and let her lips drop to her neck, which was nice and all but Saffron had been waiting for weeks now. Really, it was amazing her patience had lasted this long. It wasn't usually one of her virtues but then, she didn't usually shack up with another ex-Companion on a ship full of people who were about the most irritating foils to her nefarious plans in the verse.
Irritated, she pushed Inara away and stood up, pulling the strap of her dress over her shoulder from where it had fallen. "I'm not wearing it.”
Inara was wearing a lot of her usual paint (through habit more than necessity) but still, Saffron could see the faint blush rise. "Saffron, I'm not..."
"I don't even have to be here," she said petulantly. It was a lie and they both knew it, but she wasn't a fan of being trapped and didn't like to acknowledge it. Without Serenity, she'd be caught again in days. She'd made too many enemies to find a safe spot now that the Alliance was after her. "If you don't want me here, whatever. I'll go."
"You sound like a child," Inara snapped. Annoyingly, she stayed seated on the plush cushions, reclining slightly to better look up at the other woman. "Do you really expect me to trust you after everything?"
"No. But if I was going to kill you," she asked, "do you really think I'd use the poison lipstick? When I could stab you in your sleep and watch your blood stain those pretty sheets of yours? When I could slip a little something in your drinks, or find that needle I know you keep?"
"Saffron - "
"No, bizui,” she replied, holding up her hand, fire in her heart and in her eyes. "You're an idiot. It's been years. Don't much like my place on this boat but it's not like I'm loaded with options so if you'll get over it, that would be really great."
"I didn't - "
"Besides, it doesn't even make sense," said Saffron, ignoring the interruption. "The lipstick would still knock you out with the contact you let me put elsewhere."
"I know," said Inara. She stood gracefully and caught Saffron's arm in her deceptively strong grip. "It's habit. That's all. If you'd stop throwing a tantrum like a little baby, I'd - "
"What? You'd throw me out?"
Inara kissed her and Saffron jolted at the feel of the warm, soft lips against her own. Inara was wearing her reddest lipstick and Saffron felt it smear against her own pinked lips. There was a brief touch of tongues and a soft noise formed deep in Inara's throat; Saffron tried to swallow it down, but Inara was already tilting her head away.
"No," she said, humor in her tone and brightening her eye. "I was thinking more along the lines of kissing you breathless."
With a heavy bewildered stare, Saffron realized her own hands were grasped against Inara's shoulders which was probably a good thing since her knees felt a little too weak. She closed her eyes as Inara smudged away a stain of lipstick from her chin and sighed contentedly. "Oh. Well, it's a start."
"You're a brat," Inara replied, "and you're lucky you're hot when you're pissed off."
Saffron punched her shoulder, grinned, and pushed her down onto the couch.