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xfirefly9x) wrote2009-05-27 12:03 am
xfirefly9x) wrote2009-05-27 12:03 am
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Fic: Realisation - Part 1 (Mal/Inara)
Title: Realisation
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: Mal/Inara
Word Count: 449
Rating: PG
Summary: Set after “Our Mrs Reynolds”.
Notes: This was one of my first Firefly multi-chaptered fics. Edited since then. Hasn't been posted on LJ before (that I can remember).
“Mal! Wait!” Inara watched nervously as he stopped in the doorway and swung back around towards her. A smug expression was plastered on his face and he looked at her, waiting expectantly. He hooked his thumbs in through the space between his suspenders and his chocolate brown shirt.
Her heart skipped a beat.
“Yeah?” he asked, casually.
“I…I didn’t let her kiss me.” Inara stammered. She felt her heart flutter heavily in her chest and she cast her eyes down to the floor. She couldn’t look him in the eyes.
“Wha-?” Mal grunted.
“Saffron didn’t kiss me.”
“Huh. So you didn’t fall an’ you didn’t let her kiss you. Then how-?” A confused expression washed over him as he tried to make sense of it. “You’re saying that she didn’t kiss you – you kissed her?” Mal smirked.
“No!” Inara glared at him.
Honestly, that man could be so clueless sometimes!
Mal shot her a grin and returned to his thoughts. He fell silent for a few moments. “Not sure I understand. Would you care to enlighten me?” He dragged a hand through his hair and walked over to the chair, where he sat down.
Inara remained standing and mentally scolded at herself for putting herself in her present situation. If she had just kept her mouth shut, things would be going on like normal, like they should (albeit with Mal thinking she allowed his jien hwo wife to kiss her). This should not be happening. She turned to Mal.
“Do you really want to know?”
He nodded, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth at her discomfort. “Yeah, o’ course. That’s why I was askin’.”
“Right.” Inara began pacing the room, panicking. Her usual composure gone, it was obvious even to Mal's unskilled eyes that her nerves had the better of her despite her intense training. It was a rare situation that was able to derail her from her Companion ways.
“You okay?” Mal asked. Inara heard a trace of concern in his voice. She swore at herself, knowing that he had noticed her slip.
Ignoring the question, Inara continued to pace and tried to word an explanation in her head. Constructing nothing particularly clever or believable to say, she sighed. Mal studied her carefully as she moved about restlessly, as if it looking at her would reveal the truth. He turned his gaze to the floor for a moment before looking back up.
Inara glanced over in his direction at that exact moment and their eyes met. Unspoken truths became apparent as they looked at each other. Everything that had been unsaid became clear. Mal took a sudden step back as realisation dawned on him.
“Huh.”
TBC
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: Mal/Inara
Word Count: 449
Rating: PG
Summary: Set after “Our Mrs Reynolds”.
Notes: This was one of my first Firefly multi-chaptered fics. Edited since then. Hasn't been posted on LJ before (that I can remember).
“Mal! Wait!” Inara watched nervously as he stopped in the doorway and swung back around towards her. A smug expression was plastered on his face and he looked at her, waiting expectantly. He hooked his thumbs in through the space between his suspenders and his chocolate brown shirt.
Her heart skipped a beat.
“Yeah?” he asked, casually.
“I…I didn’t let her kiss me.” Inara stammered. She felt her heart flutter heavily in her chest and she cast her eyes down to the floor. She couldn’t look him in the eyes.
“Wha-?” Mal grunted.
“Saffron didn’t kiss me.”
“Huh. So you didn’t fall an’ you didn’t let her kiss you. Then how-?” A confused expression washed over him as he tried to make sense of it. “You’re saying that she didn’t kiss you – you kissed her?” Mal smirked.
“No!” Inara glared at him.
Honestly, that man could be so clueless sometimes!
Mal shot her a grin and returned to his thoughts. He fell silent for a few moments. “Not sure I understand. Would you care to enlighten me?” He dragged a hand through his hair and walked over to the chair, where he sat down.
Inara remained standing and mentally scolded at herself for putting herself in her present situation. If she had just kept her mouth shut, things would be going on like normal, like they should (albeit with Mal thinking she allowed his jien hwo wife to kiss her). This should not be happening. She turned to Mal.
“Do you really want to know?”
He nodded, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth at her discomfort. “Yeah, o’ course. That’s why I was askin’.”
“Right.” Inara began pacing the room, panicking. Her usual composure gone, it was obvious even to Mal's unskilled eyes that her nerves had the better of her despite her intense training. It was a rare situation that was able to derail her from her Companion ways.
“You okay?” Mal asked. Inara heard a trace of concern in his voice. She swore at herself, knowing that he had noticed her slip.
Ignoring the question, Inara continued to pace and tried to word an explanation in her head. Constructing nothing particularly clever or believable to say, she sighed. Mal studied her carefully as she moved about restlessly, as if it looking at her would reveal the truth. He turned his gaze to the floor for a moment before looking back up.
Inara glanced over in his direction at that exact moment and their eyes met. Unspoken truths became apparent as they looked at each other. Everything that had been unsaid became clear. Mal took a sudden step back as realisation dawned on him.
“Huh.”
TBC
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Please feel free to kick me (re. remind me) every so often so I don't forgot. Knowing me forgetting will likely be a thing. (It's from about 2005-6, soooo yes. lol)
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Will do a review of the next chapter before I post, should be up in a couple of days if not sooner. And if not, you're very welcome to send a virtual kick my way. Or hey. You could borrow Jayne's "chain".
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This was wonderful and the ending of this part... heee squee!
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