Disclaimer: Joss owns 'em. I don't.
Rating: G
Summary: Just a one shot, pure Mal/Inara fluff.
"No, I refuse to do it"
"Please dear."
"No," he replied again. Malcolm Reynolds was never a cleaning man and that was not going to change because he had the woman of his dreams.
"Fine. We'll live on a dirty ship the rest of our lives," Inara sighed as she walked away.
"Bao bei," Mal started to follow her as she walked away. "I just didn't mean it like that. Now's just not the right time. We'll clean up, eventually."
"Eventually? You mean before you die, right?"
"Inara."
"I just don't . . . the truth is . . .I, I've never used a vacuum."
"That's all? The only reason?" she asked with a smile.
"Yes," he said, defeated.
"Why did you lie to me?"
"You just, well, you. . . just standing there, and, God you look beautiful. I thought . . .you know."
"What do I know?"
"I had to be all manly for you. Like I could do anything. I wish I could be invincible for you," He finished with a sigh.
"Oh, dear, the only person you have to be for me is you. That's the man I fell for."
"Thank, God."
"Now you can learn how to use it, and meet me in my shuttle later," She laughed and walked away with a sultry smile.
"Oh God," he finished, with a sigh.