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xfirefly9x) wrote2010-04-26 12:50 am
xfirefly9x) wrote2010-04-26 12:50 am
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Fic: Forget Everything (Mal/Inara)
Title: Forget Everything
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: Mal/Inara
Prompt: #011 Forget
Word Count: 376
Rating: T+
Summary: "Forget it, Mal. Just...forget it. Go." Inara sends a withering glance in his direction and points towards the door.
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30_forbidden. August 11. Tag to Our Mrs Reynolds.
"Forget it, Mal. Just...forget it. Go." Inara sends a withering glance in his direction and points towards the door. She swallows.
He offers a frustrated frown in reply and doesn't move.
"Now, Mal."
Still, he stays firm. He crosses his arms over his chest. "You know what?" he says. "I'm not leaving 'til you explain to me exactly what you asked me here to discuss. Now I'm sure you could lie to me easy enough without my tellin' but I'm gonna trust since you asked me here that you'll tell it to me straight." He narrows his eyes. "What did you plan on telling me?"
Swallowing, Inara shakes her head. Her gaze sweeps the floor. "I realise now that I was wrong. I was wrong to ask you to come here. What I was going to tell you will only complicate things and god knows they're complicated enough as is." There is fire in her eyes, burning her from the inside out as she speaks.
"Forget complications. Forget everything. Just tell me."
Inara studies him, assesses him. In her mind, she runs through the possible implications of what she wants so desperately to say to him. She realises she was ready previously to do so and it is decided. She'll talk. She'll tell him.
Feeling defiant and dangerous, as if she's on forbidden territory, she meets his eyes. "Okay, fine. What I was going to say is that what you took from one of our last conversations is false. I didn't let 'Saffron' kiss me." Her cheeks flush red from the rush her confession floods her with.
"But how?" Mal starts. It's the exact reaction she'd expected from him and also secretly desired. He's adorable when he's confused, she took note of not for the first time. "How," he tries again, "did you - "
"Think about it, Mal. The goodnight kiss. A narcotic compound spread over a seal on the lips that if you ingest knocks you out. Where else but Saffron's lips was it?"
She leaves in a flurry of red satin before he can make sense of her confession of sorts. A smile paints her face.
She only just hears the string of cuss words Mal comes out with when it hits him.
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: Mal/Inara
Prompt: #011 Forget
Word Count: 376
Rating: T+
Summary: "Forget it, Mal. Just...forget it. Go." Inara sends a withering glance in his direction and points towards the door.
Notes: Written for
30_forbidden. August 11. Tag to Our Mrs Reynolds."Forget it, Mal. Just...forget it. Go." Inara sends a withering glance in his direction and points towards the door. She swallows.
He offers a frustrated frown in reply and doesn't move.
"Now, Mal."
Still, he stays firm. He crosses his arms over his chest. "You know what?" he says. "I'm not leaving 'til you explain to me exactly what you asked me here to discuss. Now I'm sure you could lie to me easy enough without my tellin' but I'm gonna trust since you asked me here that you'll tell it to me straight." He narrows his eyes. "What did you plan on telling me?"
Swallowing, Inara shakes her head. Her gaze sweeps the floor. "I realise now that I was wrong. I was wrong to ask you to come here. What I was going to tell you will only complicate things and god knows they're complicated enough as is." There is fire in her eyes, burning her from the inside out as she speaks.
"Forget complications. Forget everything. Just tell me."
Inara studies him, assesses him. In her mind, she runs through the possible implications of what she wants so desperately to say to him. She realises she was ready previously to do so and it is decided. She'll talk. She'll tell him.
Feeling defiant and dangerous, as if she's on forbidden territory, she meets his eyes. "Okay, fine. What I was going to say is that what you took from one of our last conversations is false. I didn't let 'Saffron' kiss me." Her cheeks flush red from the rush her confession floods her with.
"But how?" Mal starts. It's the exact reaction she'd expected from him and also secretly desired. He's adorable when he's confused, she took note of not for the first time. "How," he tries again, "did you - "
"Think about it, Mal. The goodnight kiss. A narcotic compound spread over a seal on the lips that if you ingest knocks you out. Where else but Saffron's lips was it?"
She leaves in a flurry of red satin before he can make sense of her confession of sorts. A smile paints her face.
She only just hears the string of cuss words Mal comes out with when it hits him.