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If Simon/Inara romance isn't your cup of tea, please turn back now. I do not appreciate being flamed on the premise that you don't like the ship. If you flame me on that premise, it means you have obviously chosen to ignore the warnings. Don't say I didn't warn you.

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Their breathing was ragged, each gasp echoing through the confines of the shuttle. The lovers clung to each other as they moved together; moaning, touching, loving. They had started off slowly and gently, but the passion had quickly overcome them and pushed their lovemaking to become more frantic.

Simon laved Inara’s collarbone and neck with sensuous kisses, stopping every so often to nip firmly at the flesh and cause an exciting sensation to run through her body. He moved inside of her with a passionate rhythm, feeling every shiver that went through her.

Each gasp and moan that emanated from Inara as she came closer to her catharsis brought Simon closer to his own release. He knew it would only be seconds now, he knew that she was so close. He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck and moved within her with a few last passionate strokes before hearing his name tumble off of her lips like she was uttering a prayer.

Simon slowed his rhythm, his eyes closing tightly, a gasp escaping from his lips as Inara’s climax brought him to his own and his body tensed just as he had felt hers tense only moments before. Their lovemaking finally slowed to a stop, the energy being drained from both of their bodies.

Simon collapsed onto the bed at Inara’s side, his eyes still closed; a content smile playing on his lips. No one could meet him so perfectly stroke-for-stroke like Inara could. He listened to her ragged breathing as he fought to control his own, the blood still pounding in his ears from only moments before.

Simon’s eyes opened and he met Inara’s gaze, her eyes glassy from the exertion.