Kaylee’s Lament

Part Thirteen

“I’ve always wondered what this felt like,” mused Mal, snuggling down into Inara’s bed. “Pillows are a little lumpier than I’d’ve figured. Sheets is soft, though. That’s a mighty nice paintin’ over the bed, there, too. Never thought I’d have the funds to see to it.”

“You still don’t," Inara said with a crafty smile, pulling the sheet up to her chin seductively. “This one is a freebie.”

Mal rolled over to face her. “I guess that’s why I still have my pants on.”

“One of the many, many reasons,” Inara agreed emphatically.

“And why you’re still in a nightdress.”

“It’s a negligee, actually, but yes.”

“From a purely objective, business-like perspective?”

“Yes?”

“It’s a highly effective advertising element. I’d say you got your money’s worth.”

“It was a gift, actually. But thanks.”

“Isn’t this playful banter making you powerful uncomfortable?”

“I’ve been in bed with idiots before. Though they were usually successful enough to make up for it. You get used to it.”

“’Spose you can get used to anythin’ you do it often enough.”

“The mustache is a nice touch.”

“Thanks! I—”

“Say one word about a ride, and I’ll show you a pressure point that will make you writhe in agonizing pain for an hour.”

“I gotta pay extra for that?”

“All you have and all you can borrow.”

“Fella could get right used to a comfortable bed like this,” Mal said, settling back. As he did so, his eye caught on the Alliance military uniform hanging above him on a hook. It bore two stars, and a highly ornate cap hung over it. “’Sides, who says I’m unsuccessful? Two stars. And at my age. That’s gotta be worth somethin’.”

“Honestly? Military men are occasionally charismatic, intelligent, and charming, but truth is their performance is usually inversely proportional to their rank.”

“You know I was a Sergeant in the war.”

“Yes, I’m sure you were much better then.”

“Didn’t think you were really the ‘Army Whore’ type.”

“I’m not. But I occasionally enjoy being kinky.”

“Nice