http://charmingthief.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] charmingthief.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] tampered2007-08-28 08:32 pm

Log; Ongoing

When; August 28th, afternoon
Rating; NC-17
Characters; Dark [livejournal.com profile] charmingthief and Inara Serra [livejournal.com profile] no_whore
Summary; Interested in what Companions do, Dark visits Inara aboard Serenity and has some tea.
Log;

Dark walked towards the ship in the square, having always wondered what it was doing there. Well, some answers were the easier.

He pointedly did not look at the fountain as he passed it by.

Nevertheless, a Companion? A sort of geisha? He remembered faintly talking to a geisha many years ago and having a good time, simply conversing over tea. Hopefully, it would be just as pleasant as last time.

[identity profile] no-whore.livejournal.com 2007-08-29 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
Inara made sure that the rest of the crew weren't around when she opened the hatch; as always patiently waiting for her company. She wasn't too concerned about most of the crew making comments, but Mal... well. It'd been a long time since she'd had clients and he'd never been very kind when she was entertaining.

Even though dressed casually (as casual as a Companion would dress, anyway), she held that air of professionalism as she looked over the people passing Serenity. Finally, she spotted someone making their way towards her with purpose, so she stepped down off the ramp and bowed to him, rising with a warm smile.

"Welcome to Serenity, sir."

[identity profile] no-whore.livejournal.com 2007-08-29 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
The sight of the rose made Inara's smile grow from the professional one to something more genuine. "Why, thank you. It's lovely." Still smiling, she gestured for him to follow, knowing the easiest and quickest way to her shuttle, not to mention the way that would more than likely afford them som privacy.

Once in the shuttle, she settled among the myriad cushions and pillows piled in a corner of the floor, a tray with an oriental tea set set off to one side. "Please, join me if you like. My home is meant to be a place of comfort, and I hope you enjoy your time here."

[identity profile] no-whore.livejournal.com 2007-08-29 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
"You're welcome to call me Inara, Dark." Introductions made, she sank a bit further back into the cushions. Her hand slid from under his, deftly turning over to slide slim fingers along his palm.

"Dark is an intriguing name. How'd you come by it?"

[identity profile] no-whore.livejournal.com 2007-08-29 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
The physical touch was something mindless and comfortable. "I think it suits you. I've been here for a few months now, and was one of the last of the crew to arrive here. The rest of the crew are into... acquisitions and such, and I'm the one that gives them the legitimacy to allow them safe passage into ports that normally wouldn't welcome them. How long have you been here?"

[identity profile] no-whore.livejournal.com 2007-08-29 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Inara's smile matched Dark's. There was humor in her voice when she spoke again. "Well, it's the polite word for it. We all do what we have to, and it sounds like you understand that." Gracefully, she bent away from him, her hands busying themselves preparing the tea that was so very special to most Companions.

[identity profile] no-whore.livejournal.com 2007-08-29 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
Several moments passed in silence before she bent back towards Dark, an old ceramic cup cradled in her hands. With a bow, she offered the warm cup to her companion. "I've only been an accomplice to theivery, nothing more. It seems that so many lose their insight when a pretty face is involved."

[identity profile] no-whore.livejournal.com 2007-08-29 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
A chuckle met his question. "Only the cost of my company, as difficult as that can be to deal with sometimes. It would be the tea cup that would cost you this time. As always, prices on other things are negotiable." She lifted her own cup, hidden before now, to her lips, her own sigh barely audible.

[identity profile] no-whore.livejournal.com 2007-08-29 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
"And I belive I'd enjoy having such a charming guest again," was murmured into her cup, the smile curling her lips showing just barely around the rim.

The cup made almost no sound as it was settled back into place on the tray. "I'm very good at what I do, but I'd be delighted if someone were to think that's I'm just as warming and soothing as the tea I serve."

[identity profile] no-whore.livejournal.com 2007-08-29 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah, you might be calmer, but are you truly as relaxed as you could be?" The smile turned a touch sultry as she leaned closer to brush some hair from his line of sight.

[identity profile] no-whore.livejournal.com 2007-08-30 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
Her voice, still soft, held intent as she murmured, "that counts on how much you'd wish to pay, Dark." The fingers around hers warmed her skin and made it prickle under his touch.

[identity profile] no-whore.livejournal.com 2007-08-30 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
One hand rose to cover his, long fingers tracing blind designs on the skin as she leaned into the kiss with a pleased murmur.

[identity profile] no-whore.livejournal.com 2007-08-30 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
Ever graceful, she slowly reclined back into the pillows, her lips never leaving his.

[identity profile] no-whore.livejournal.com 2007-08-30 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
Deft fingers traced the bottom of his shirt, then slipped under it to draw careful nails along his skin. The hands along her form made her sigh and shift, arching slightly closer as her eyes sank closed.

[identity profile] no-whore.livejournal.com 2007-08-30 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
The material piled in soft folds under her frame, trapping her arms in straps no longer needed; the color bringing out the gold tones of her skin. Her own hands weren't idle no matter the distractions threatening to steal her attention. Buttons slid open as she worked at each one, not stopping until the shirt hung open, framing his warm skin.

It takes mere moments before the material is besides them, piled in the floor while her fingers lace into the soft hair at the base of his neck.