Title: Phoenix
Author: Secret-Agent-Omega
Genre: Romance
Rating: T for some adult themes.
Pairings: Mal/Inara.
Location on Firefly Universe Timeline: Sometime after the BDM.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Stylized Mal/Inara erotica with heavy doses of fire imagery.
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Length without header: 1 page(s) at 12-point Times New Roman font; 256 words; 1,391 characters including spaces.
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Notes: This is my first foray into the erotica genre; if you want more like this, let me know and I'll pass the request on to the muses.
Phoenix
By Secret-Agent-Omega
It is a beautiful cycle, even to one as accustomed to beauty as she.
By day, she feels him watching her; feels him smoldering beneath his coarse façade. Despite years of training, she fares no better; her own emotions curl off like tendrils of smoke.
He is drawn to her radiance like a moth, and cannot bear to be long parted, while she craves his warmth as a rose desires the sun; when evening claims the ship, they fly into each other's arms once more, unable to resist the urges that consume them.
Burn for me, she whispers.
Only for you, he murmurs in reply.
Their lips meet, and his blood ignites as they fall to the bed; he kisses his way over her body, and the touch sets her skin ablaze.
They make love then, and as their movements bring them closer to ecstasy, she becomes incandescent to his eyes, her body lit from within by a light to make the stars envious.
Once the inferno has passed, they lie in a tangle of limbs, basking in their shared heat, until desire once more outweighs contentment, and they make love again.
They continue thus, until she can take no more, and her thighs are numb from his gentle ravishing; her breasts and throat tender from the ministrations of his lips.
Afterwards, he gives still, with gentle caresses that speak of utmost devotion, until the broken shards of his soul melt upon the fire kindled in her heart, and she delivers him reborn from the flames.