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When; Close to midnight on Dec 12
Rating; ~~Uhm...PG-13? Possibly a bit higher~~ Can you say carried away? At least an R.
Characters; Priestly

notverypriestly & Inara

only_fell
Summary; Horrified by all the kissing she's doing, Inara locks herself up in some place she thinks is safe.
Log;

Kissing Caspian was horrifying. Not because he was Caspian or because he was a friend or even because he wasn't a good kisser but because he was still a kid. Prince or not. Inara didn't have many rules when it came to kissing and the like but not kissing minors was sort of one she tried to stick to. Even as a companion.

Her first thought had been to retreat to her own apartment but there she ran the risk of repeating the awkward kissing she'd done with Lorne that morning. She was fairly certain any more of that would end up making the entire room mate situation extremely awkward and she liked living with Lorne. She'd rather not see that happen.

That left Inara one retreat and she was fairly certain it was empty. A knock on the door confirmed it. The key was under the mat where she'd put it after using it the last time. She unlocked the door, let herself in and locked it back before going to crawl in Priestly's bed and die. Or at least attempt to.

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His hesitation and questioning kind of melts her a little. Only Priestly would treat her like a virgin on a first date. She nods once, self assured smile crooking the corner of her lips.

"Absolutely sure. In fact, if you stopped right now, I might hurt you."

He returns the smile, gaining confidence as she speaks and moves back in to kiss her as his hands drift downward, lightly grazing over her skin. One arm slinks around behind to circle her waist and draw her flush up against him.

"Who says I wouldn't like that?" He mutters against her cheek on his way to pay some attention to her neck. The ring in his tongue presses gentle but firm into a pulse point. The leveling of her minor challenge allows him to drop all concern regarding where exactly this would take them.

Priestly vaguely recalls that comment about his ego and penis and huffs a chuckle into her shoulder.

Inara tilts her head to the side, granting him access to her neck. She moans when he presses his tongue ring to her skin and her hands trail over his back, fingernails scraping his skin lightly.

"Mmmm good point. You'll have to tell me more about that," she whispers a bit breathlessly in response. Her fingers curl into his hair, pulling him closer and increasing the pressure of his mouth against her skin. She likes this whole turn of power. Mostly because she knows she could take it back and it shows a rise in his confidence. Inara's always found it incredibly sexy when she's responsible for a confidence boost.

Well, yeah in her experience it is all tied up together. So after this? Priestly has no excuse not to be the cockiest SOB in The City.

The confidence boost has been building for awhile, now. Inara managed to gently pull her finger out of the dam and let it all come out at once. Which might explain when he lifts her up by the waist and holds her to him as he walks back to his room.

"Show is way fucking better than tell," he mumbles, and he almost drops her for a second. Priestly presses her back up against the wall and tries not to chuckle.

As it should. She's been working on it for weeks at least. She wraps her legs around his waist when he lifts her up and bows her head to kiss his shoulder.

When he almost drops her, she starts laughing, muffling the sound in the crook of his neck. Once it passes, she's still smiling. She bites his neck lightly, sucking at his skin.

Her efforts have gone completely unnoticed by him, but the effects are something that can't be denied. He's still chuckling when she bites at his skin which means when he pulls her back, they're stumbling a little, teetering back and then forward as he rushes in toward his bed.

Plop! They both go down onto his unmade bed, and his too many pillows go flying while he tries not to crush her. Then he's back at her lips as eager as before.

Well she wouldn't be very good at her job if Priestly had realized what she was doing. She's pleased that she hasn't lost her touch. The whole thing is slightly off kilter, rough and not companion smooth.

Surprisingly? Inara likes that. If she thinks too hard about it, it might scare her but right now, she's not thinking about anything except Priestly's lips on hers, his tongue and the way he tastes--a little sweet and salty at the same time. She wraps her legs around his waist, heels pressing at the small of his back and pulling him closer. One hand goes to the back of his neck while the other one trails up his spine.

Priestly knows this part. This is THE part. But he's still not sure, which means he's got to make sure that she's sure.

He pulls back a little way to look down at her and for a moment he almost doesn't even ask because what kind of a man does this make him? Anyone else would be gung ho, gates are open, have a field day fun! "Inara..." the hesitation in his voice precedes the question and he lets it hang in the air momentarily.

Gentlemanly Priestly being a gentleman even in this sort of situation. It's adorable and endearing. A smile curves Inara's lips and nods at him.

"Priestly, Baobei I want this. I want you."

She tugs him down into a kiss. Curse or not, this has been weeks in the making. She's not certain what comes after this or where this puts them because she's never done this but she knows she wants this, regardless.

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ftb? cause on my end it'll amount to 'then he sticks it in her'

Re: Well DUH. He's a retard not an idiot. FTB