motion

[browncoat2x2]

Title: motion
Authors: terimaru and browncoat_2x2
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 472
Pairing: Mal/Inara
Spoilers: None
Author's Note: Drabble, written to alleviate boredom and because some days you need to scrap punctuation and caps.



the air is hot
sticky almost
Inara can feel sweat
on the small of her back
on her legs, where their skin touches
her hands grab at the bed covers, gripping and clutching at them
head back
revealing the delicate curve of her throat
eyes closed
mouth wide and panting
she rocks her hips against his
feeling the heavy thickness of him
inside her
back arching
breasts reaching upward
a moan, low and needy, keens in her throat


Mal’s lost in her
her wet heat wrapped around him
driving him out of his mind
but he can't take his eyes off her face
the beauty of her beneath him
he can watch her unguardedly when her eyes are closed
move harder or faster depending on her sighs or gasps
and he's surprised, startled, to find that it's become more about her than him at this point
that he's begun to make love for her
not just to her
it's a surprising revelation
because he's always considered himself a selfish man – at least since the war
their first encounters were good but somehow they were about what he could keep of her
suddenly he finds that it's what he can give her
so he
watches every expression
notes each curl of her fists
remembers what it is that made her open her eyes and cry out
and when her eyes meet his
he smiles
leans down and kisses her
because he loves everything about her
her taste
her beauty
her being
it overwhelms him at times how much he needs her
and then he pulls away and he begins to move a little harder
a bit deeper
faster when she asks him to
loves her nails on him
scoring his back
her whispers
against his neck
tickling his ear
and he bucks his hips just a bit harder to punish her for teasing him
his eyes meet hers again, this time seeing the smile in hers
because she's a witch beneath him
a witch who's woven him up in a spell he'll never be free of
will never want to be free of
that's the beauty of her magic
then while he's preoccupied with this incredible, sly nonsense that he'd never admit to
she does something beneath him
some twist
some thing
and he's falling
dying
never even knew what hit him
it's just pure, dark, sweet desire pulling him down, down
and he's lost
nothing
until he comes back to himself
and when his head clears enough to open his eyes
she's watching his face
he smiles weakly
to acknowledge her the same pleasure
he's in her arms
and she’s had him the whole time
kept him
and he won't let himself think about what that means
instead he just pulls her closer, then closer still
wraps her around him
and sleeps