Mal and Inara sat, legs dangling over the walkway in the upper deck of the cargo hold. They had been enjoying some wine, compliments of Kaylee.
The two cheers. "Seriously, but seriousss-ly, I got stabbbb-ed" Mal stammered, drunk at this point. He could barely lift his shirt to show the wound that he had acquired, on her account. But oh- how she was worth it.
Inara was definitely feeling the effects of the strong, intoxicating liquid. She leaned over to kiss the bandage covering the stab wound, her dark curls grazing his pants. . When she gazed up from his injury, Mal's face was just inches from hers. She wasn't usually this forward. "Thank you" she said softly, slowly adjusting upright when his lips crashed into hers. He had been wanting to do that for so long. Too long.
Inara let a small, satisfied sigh as she melted into the kiss. All this time of sexual frustration was releasing itself and it felt amazing. His hand moved to her cheek, slowly pulling their faces closer, his lips parting hers as their tongues met. Wine wasn't the only thing they tasted, they tasted lust.
Mal's hand ran up Inara's thigh, his nails lightly dragging. It sent a chill down her spine. He kissed down her neck. The very gesture made her instinctually bite her lip.
Mal positioned himself on top of her, gently laying her hair down on the walk. "Not here" Inara said, her eyes wide as she looked to the closed doors on either side, just feet away that any crew member could just come through, at any moment.
"Why should we wait a moment longer?" He gave his signature, charming grin.