Malcolm Beauregard Reynolds (
badinlatin) wrote2005-12-24 11:00 pm
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Mal re: Inara, at Crowley's.
Mal has gotten spoiled. Inara's bed in her shuttle is the most comfortable one on the ship, and now the one at Crowley's he's sharing with her ain't too bad either. He doesn't even really care all that much that he should be asleep - dreams aren't the things keeping him awake, at least. Not tonight.
It's New Year's. Christmas. Everything's starting over again - he has to look at it that way; a lot of things to look forward to, this go-round. Zoe and Wash's little girl - he decided last night to add purple trim to the blanket he's making, just for a little more girliness.
Mal almost gloats to himself. I get to spoil 'er without havin' to do any o' the dirty work.
Once he gets tired of lying on his back, staring at the ornate patterns of the ceiling tiles in the room, Mal again drapes one arm over Inara's slim waist, pulling her gently, slowly closer to him.
A lot of this to look forward to as well, Mal grins.
A kiss to the back of her neck. "Merry Christmas, baobei."
It's New Year's. Christmas. Everything's starting over again - he has to look at it that way; a lot of things to look forward to, this go-round. Zoe and Wash's little girl - he decided last night to add purple trim to the blanket he's making, just for a little more girliness.
Mal almost gloats to himself. I get to spoil 'er without havin' to do any o' the dirty work.
Once he gets tired of lying on his back, staring at the ornate patterns of the ceiling tiles in the room, Mal again drapes one arm over Inara's slim waist, pulling her gently, slowly closer to him.
A lot of this to look forward to as well, Mal grins.
A kiss to the back of her neck. "Merry Christmas, baobei."
