Thisis Your Brain on Drugs (3/?)
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
"This is your brain, Mal," Inara impatiently explains, poking the captain in the temple. "That?" She makes a vague motion towards the bed. "Was your brain on drugs." Mal furrows his brow. "Crazy, love-makin' drugs?" he asks. Inara sighs. "Crazy, love-making drugs," she confirms. Under the influence of a substance that causes intense--and frequent--bouts of sexual desire, Mal and Inara struggle to keep their heads in a situation rapidly escalating out of their control. But the question becomes...do they want to stay in control after all? [Mal/Inara humor/smut, post-BDM]
CATEGORY: FICTION TIMES READ: 3655 RATING: 9.0 (NC17) SERIES: FIREFLY
Part Three: In Which Our Heroine Makes a Startling Discovery, As Does, Er, Someone Else
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The clothes that Inara and Mal threw on so haphazardly before storming the bridge come off equally as haphazardly once Kaylee leaves them in peace. Not that either of them really notice her there in the first place, amidst all the charging hormones and sweaty necking in the pilot's seat.
After a few moments of getting spooked by sounds coming from the corridor, however, they have enough sense to go from the bridge to the relative safety of Mal's bunk. Poor River, Inara thinks absently, as their skin detaches from the leather pilot seat with a sticky, delicious drag.
The ladder down to Mal's bunk poses a particularly challenging obstacle. Especially considering Mal's increasing attack on Inara's person, all grabbing hands and long, heated kisses.
They get down with minimal fumbling and injury, though, and then Mal presses her against the inside of the ladder, his eyes bright and mildly dangerous.
"Assault on your person?" he scoffs, his breath ghosting over her nipples before he traces his tongue around one rosy, aching bud. "Now, I got bruises to prove just the opposite."
Inara curses her increasing inability to keep her inner monologue strictly inner. Being around Mal makes her head spin. She does crazy things. Like think out loud. Or give Mal hickeys.
Hickeys. How...unrefined. Yet freeing, and Inara cries out as Mal's mouth closes over her breast once again, wet and hot and his teeth scraping bluntly across her skin. She traces her fingers over the reddening bruises on Mal's neck, before palming the muscles in his back. "More," she whispers, pressed against the ladder of Mal's bunk. "I can't--Mal, please--"
Another feng le thing she does is beg. In fact, there's quite a bit of pleading, and Inara's nothing if not a bit unused to asking others for their favor.
"I got you," Mal says. "Just let go."
Words like these, uttered so casually but sincerely, af
You can't take the sky from me
This is the summer sequel I've been waiting for with baited breath, biggrstaffbunch, and you've delivered in spades.
As always, the smut factor is just... GAH. I have no words to describe it.
But now that the drugs are starting to wear off, there's time for thinking, and for Inara's part, it's more than a little angsty.
Though, I must say, for a woman who's so good at reading men, Inara is remarkably BAD at reading Mal. He's wanted her like this from almost the beginning, and just like her, all the
drugs have done is make it impossible to bury his feelings. When they're both clean, he'll still want to be with her... if she'll let him.
The flashback to Mr. Universe's moon was a masterful touch, showing the audience that Inara had regrets for never allowing herself to be with Mal, and how she's so thankful that they have
a second chance now.
And right then, it hits her. She might just love him. And she has to try out the words, even though Mal doesn't hear them.
Mal trying to make conversation afterwards was simply hilarious, and the cuddling scene was simply heartwarming.
The entire 'Inara-waking-up' scene was fantastic; I love the way you worked in all the little insights Inara is making about herself.
More angst ensues, and Inara again wonders if she's totally screwed things up, but she quickly comes to the conclusion (again) that it's not just the drugged cider that's at fault - she
wants Mal, needs him even, though she'll never admit it.
The name-calling bit is great, as is the transition into even more sugary-smutty-goodness.
And then, dammit! The rest of the crew has to start listening in!
Zoë's line is priceless; even though we know she's probably cracking her face smiling, she manages to not bust out laughing.
But sadly, the interruption has ruined the mood... Oh well, they've still got a few hours left to find it again. ;)
A most excellent third installment, BiggrStaffBunch.
I humbly request another serving, preferably with a happy ending on top.
Fine work, B, damn fine work. I'm blown away. And you hit on one of my favorite moments in Serenity... one that gets overlooked a lot in fanfic... that little moment where Mal looks at Inara before he goes off to do the broadcast... You took a moment from the film and stopped time for us, allowing us to examine that moment even further. My shipper heart was doing a crazy little dance in my throat! The angst was realistic. The prose was lovely... Really, really lovely. Honest to God, there was mistyness of the eyes. You should be very proud. There will be shouts of thanksgiving when you post part 4. Which I hope will be very soon...
*poke, poke*
BEB
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