Don't Leave Me This Way (WIP?)
R for safety, sexual content, violence
No spoilers
By Brit

I do not own Serenity or her characters. I write for my own pleasure and not for profit. Joss is most definitely 'The Man'.

Inara was preparing her shuttle and herself for her next client. She had several hours before he arrived but this man was most particular and everything must be just right for him.

She looked round at the opulent furnishings. The couch was piled with sumptuous velvet cushions. Rose scented candles were ready for lighting and deep rich red petals were strewn over the bed.

Inara gave a small, satisfied smile. Her surroundings were ready now she had to dress appropriately. She had been seeing this particular client for many years. His fantasy was always the same. He was deflowering his virgin bride. Inara stripped and ran a bowl of warm water, she scented it with essence of roses and began to wash. She used a large sponge to make sure that every secret part of her body was clean and fragrant. As she squeezed rivulets of perfumed water between her breasts she allowed her mind to wander. She touched herself gently dreaming about the encounter to come. Only one thing had spoiled her mood, a certain Firefly captain by the name of Reynolds.

He had as usual made a sly remark about her client and her occupation. He'd walked into the shuttle an hour previously and had wandered about looking at her belongings and moving things. She'd told him to stop and he'd given her that innocent boyish grin that she both loathed and loved.

"Frightened that your client won't be happy, 'Nara?" Reynolds said with a smirk. "This is the one that pays so gorram well isn't it? Reckon you won't have to spread your legs for a least a month afterwards."

He'd left then after giving her a searching look that had turned her insides to water. She must not think about him. She would not be doing her client justice if she thought about another man while she was with him. She couldn't help wonder though what it would feel like to have Mal's hands roaming her body to feel his lips on hers to have his body thrusting against her. She stopped there and took a deep breath. She must concentrate on the man that was paying her not on Malcolm Reynolds; after all she hated the arrogant 'go se'.

She dried herself on a soft towel and began to dress. First the wisps of underwear that felt so good against her bare skin. Then the pure silk tunic. It was fastened with dozens of tiny ribbon bows. Over that an embroidered heavy silk dress, also fastened with bows, then a jewel encrusted long coat. Her client had brought her the clothes and they were to be worn only for him.

She sat gracefully at her vanity and brushed her lustrous dark hair before pinning it up in an intricate style. Each strand of hair was fastened with a pin in the shape of a butterfly. Discreet make up followed. So discreet that it was hard to tell that she was wearing any at all. A spray with the client's favourite perfume completed her toilette.

She was ready; Inara always looked forward to seeing this particular client. He had told her to call him Beckett but she knew that wasn't his real name. He contacted her, she had no idea where he lived nor did she know anything about him. That was as it should be. He was good looking, very distinguished and extremely wealthy that was enough for the Companion.

She sat demurely on the edge of her couch. Knees together, hands in her lap and her head bowed. He changed into an open fronted robe when he arrived then he liked to undress her slowly undoing each of the tiny bows and kissing every inch of her body as he uncovered it. Lastly he unpinned her hair savouring its scent as he entered her.

He was one of the few clients who gave her as much pleasure as she gave him and he was a thoughtful and considerate lover. She had more than once called out his name in ecstasy, no need to pretend with Beckett.

Inara heard footsteps outside the shuttle and she smiled to herself at the thought of the long afternoon and evening ahead. She looked up ready to greet her client and saw Malcolm Reynolds standing in the doorway. His eyes were on her and she could see his repressed passion in them.

Inara felt a flush of warmth travel down her body until it settled in her loins. "Malcolm Reynolds," she said evenly. Her flashing dark eyes belying the calm in her voice..

"Sorry 'Nara," he drawled. "Gonna have to postpone the whoring, someplace Serenity needs to be."