There were moments that weren't agonizingly difficult. Moments when her whole body didn't ache, didn't sing with a dozen very specific and demanding voices of gasp-inducing need. Minutes at a stretch, sometimes a waking hour or two when Inara forgot how long it had been, when she forgot to congratulate herself on the pure torture of the path she'd chosen for herself. Locked in a tiny spaceship, millions of miles from escape, with the one man she'd ever met that she couldn't stop thinking about, yearning for. Dismaying but no longer a surprise, how her body reacted any time he was near. Making ready for something that still hadn't happened. No respite. No relief.
Apparently, this wasn't one of those moments. The water was warm, perfect, but it stung her skin into anguished prickles as she stood, rinsing the shampoo from her hair and trying to breathe. She absently rubbed one naked foot against the rough-textured tile of the shower floor, then caught herself in alarm, nearly moaning as the sensations flashed through her. Was this what she'd been reduced to? Some kind of thwarted, lust-drunk...ah.
Inara raised her eyebrows, inclined her head to look behind and above, then turned around completely to examine the mechanism affixing the shower head to the wall. It was there, tiny, but just where Zoe had said, a few mornings back, smiling over coffee, a quiet joke that was also an admission and, Inara hoped, a step forward.
She held her hand under the spray to rinse the last of the slipperiness from her fingers, then carefully dislodged the shining pin. She held the shower head close, letting it pass over her aching skin, over and closer as she shivered. Shut her eyes, leaned back against the cool cera-steel, bending one leg to brace her foot against the wall as well. Closer, hurtling like an arrow across the sky. Nestled her bottom lip in against her own restless tongue, stretched up. Closer, oh God. Curled her hand, her other hand, over the top of the pale gray shower door. Closer, as she gave up resisting
Interesting towards the very end, your take that Inara doesn't know the depths of his feelings towards her. I've always kind of assumed that she would, but perhaps, her own feelings and worries might keep her from that realization.
I remember a line from another of your stories, about how she despaired about his courage in all things, except his own heart.
I especially like this,
"Who's the lucky fella?" This was a gamble, he knew. She'd had regulars; men she'd seen for years, men who'd had the chance to learn her ways. Might be the question he didn't want an answer to, finding out she yearned for some wealthy, mannered gentleman twenty worlds away. But she was still here, after all these long months, and he knew it was past time to find out why.
After all this time, he's got to be asking himself that very question. What does she want from this life on board his boat?
Are you continuing from here or the Misfortune?
I intended this to be a one-shot, but congruent with the general ideas I have for post-BDM. I'm still trying to sort that all out.
I have another chapter of the Misfortune about 2/3 drafted, but it's coming along slowly. I'm hoping, hoping to get it finished next month.
I can't claim credit for the title, that was terimaru's brilliant gift.
Who knows, indeed? But I don't want to distract you from your current series, I'm so eager to find out more! I was thinking about it today, driving around running errands, about how profound a betrayal was committed against Inara. By her doctor, someone she trusted, someone she went to and exposed her vulnerabilities to, her hopes and fears. The doctor who listened, spoke gently, dried her tears, and all the time it was utter betrayal and manipulation!
As for your description of the doctor - that's going STRAIGHT into the next chapter. (Do you, ahem, beta at all?...)
Heh, I was wrong about the pin.
The discussion of what Inara knows, what she can predict, whether Mal might suspect he's the answer for why Inara still happens to be on his boat. This should spawn another email conversation.
Thanks for rereading, I reread myself today after your email and oh, how I love these two!
As for what Inara knows, I think she at some point has recognized his devotion for what it is. But she is also mature enough to know that love doesn't cancel out all the other problems a person might have.
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