tampered | Log; Ongoing

Log; Ongoing

When; August 28th, afternoon
Rating; NC-17
Characters; Dark

charmingthief and Inara Serra

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.

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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."

Wearing an almost unbuttoned white dress shirt over a black set of shirt and pants, Dark tilted his head as the lady bowed towards him, taking in the beauty of the dress and the lady wearing, and then executed his own small bow, his hand going a coat pocket.

"Thank you for inviting me here. It's a pleasure to meet you in person." He said, rising; he presented his hand, palm up, a delicate rose upon it.

"For you."

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."

Dark followed quietly, his footsteps making barely a sound while taking in his surroundings. He raised an eyebrow at the single corner full of pillows as they stepped into the shuttle but didn't say anything.

"I'd love to," he said, smiling, as he sat down next to her. He put his hand lightly upon hers. "My name is Dark, my lady."

"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?"

He settled back, his own fingers tracing hers. "Not that interesting; most people wonder if it's only part of my name, expecting something like Dark Raven or Dark Night." He grinned at Inara. "But hey, I'm very good at sneaking around. Probably has something to do with that."

"So how long have you been in the City, Inara? And what did you do before coming here?"

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?"

He mentally ticked off the days, "Two... three months? Something like that." Dark paused, reflecting upon it. "Wow, it feels longer."

He shook his head slightly, as though to clear it, and chuckled. "Acquisitions? That's an interesting word for it..." Glancing back at Inara, he added, "I'm a professional thief. I liberated valuables from... people who could afford it."

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.

Dark shrugged, a small smirk on his lips. "Been there, done that, got the t-shirt."

He watched Inara bend away from his and his eyes took the time to trail down her back, all the way down and past her-

Forcing his eyes up, he watched her hand prepare the tea.

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."

Chuckling, Dark grasped lightly at the cup and gave a nod of thanks to Inara, waiting for her to pour herself some tea. He sniffed lightly at it, taking in the aroma before taking a small sip. Closing his eyes, he laid back onto the cushions and gave a sigh of enjoyment.

"So," he said lightly, without opening his eyes, "how much is this tea going to cost me or do I basically have to steal it from you?"

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.

"The cost of your company?" he asked as he sat up, sipping at the tea. Still as good as the first sip. "It'd be my pleasure to sit in your presence at any time, Inara."

Dark brought the cup back up to his lips but paused, tilting his head and hiding a smile, "Oh? Other things? Are they as delectable as your tea?"

"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."

Amused, he shook his head lightly, "We've only talked for a few minutes and I'm already at the calmest I've been all week. Maybe all month. Stupid curses." Dark glanced at his tea, idly reminding himself that he did get lucky with that one curse...

"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.

Dark looked up at Inara, almost a twinkle in his eyes, his smile now a bit feral. "And exactly, how much is this going to cost me, Inara?" His hand came up to grasp hers, his thumb running over her smooth skin.

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.

His eyes still on Inara, Dark set down his cup and cupped her chin in his hands. "Indeed," he whispered, "Let's worry about that afterwards?" He stared at her for a second, searching for something before leaning forward and kissing her lightly.

One hand rose to cover his, long fingers tracing blind designs on the skin as she leaned into the kiss with a pleased murmur.

His other hand came up to stroke her hair for a moment before stroking her shoulder. He leaned in a bit further, hoping that she would lean against the small mountain of pillows.

Ever graceful, she slowly reclined back into the pillows, her lips never leaving his.

He held the kiss for a few moments more before breaking the kiss lightly and nibbling on her bottom lip, his hands sliding past her sides, roaming over her body.

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.

He paused from his nibbling and bit his lip softly, the nails tracing circles over his skin. He shifted, tilting his head and lightly licked and nibbled at the soft skin of her neck, as his own hands moved to unhook her dress.

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.

Dark changed targets, kissing lightly from her neck to her chest. His fingers traced over her breasts, squeezing and lightly pinching before one hand went lower and pulled at her panties.

A few seconds later, they were on the floor with the rest of the clothes and his fingers were tracing her outer lips.

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