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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.
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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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Priestly's day was no less interesting. Instead of having a nice visit to spread the cheer of comfort food, he ended up macking on a whole mess of people, some he knew and some he didn't.

Eventually he found himself able to dodge the places crowded with people and mistletoe to find his way back to his apartment. The key in the lock, he opened the door and hurriedly slammed it shut behind him, leaning against it and locking it for good measure.

He kicked off his shoes, deposited what food he didn't get to deliver back into the fridge, and headed to his room. Priestly dragged his pants off and proceeded to roll himself into his bed to die as well, when he saw a mass of black curly hair already occupying his pillow and jumped back, looking wildly about the room for mistletoe and half expecting Inara to try to devour him like everyone else had today.

"Inara?! What are you doing here?"

Inara didn't poke her head out from underneath the blankets at Priestly's question. Her voice was muffled by pillows and blankets.

"I started my morning out with my tongue down Lorne's throat and I ended it with my tongue down Caspian's. He's sixteen, Priestly! Maybe seventeen! And now, I can't go home because Lorne's there and there's still a curse and there's only so much awkwardness that a room mate relationship can survive."

He can't help it. Between the insanity and hormones and frazzled nerves he just laughs, hard. Caspian's all royal and princey and she's worried about him being a kid.

"Way to go, Caspian!" Of course there's the double standard of younger boys being sexually advanced and it being acceptable that they get some from a legal woman. "Shit, Inara. You're a cougar now!"

He's not even fathoming that this situation is dangerous in more than one way.

Inara pulls the blankets down enough to shoot Priestly a glare of death. She and Priestly have already had the cougar conversation so she knows exactly what he's talking about.

"I don't think a less than ten year age difference qualifies me as a cougar."

And yes dangerous. Curse still in effect. However, from Inara's point of view, at least she occasionally kisses Priestly without a curse? So less awkward?

His laughter ceases almost immediately, but he can't help the corners of his mouth from lifting into a grin now and again. Priestly coughs a few times to try to get himself to stop being a douche.

"Right, no yeah. You're totally not a cougar."

There's a little more giggling. Speaking seems to help a brother out. "Anyway, why are you in my apartment? In my bed? Not that I'm complaining because if you've been traumatized all day and are looking for TLC, you've come to the right place." Apparently all of the smooching also made him extremely cheeky.

"Because I'm hiding from everyone that I wouldn't kiss uncursed. That's a short list, Priestly."

She's still talking to him from underneath the blankets. And of course the kissing made him cheeky. He's got confidence and it's adorable. If Inara weren't busy being mortified, she'd find it very sexy.

He chuckles again, because really this is extremely adorable. She's reminding him of 5-year-old her again and not wanting to go to bed.

"Wow, I'm flattered... a little overwhelmed, here. I feel like I should thank the academy. Except those fuckers shystered me last year so really they can just suck my balls." Priestly depantses himself to shuck on a comfy pair of pajama bottoms and shuffles toward the door. "At least come out of here. I made pudding last night and I've got the trilogy in the DVD player already. We have to educate you to Star Wars, remember?"

Inara considers this a moment. This is why she came here right? Because the danger was relatively small. In comparison to anywhere else that might have people. She finally relents, pulling the blanket down to peek out.

"Chocolate pudding?"

Maybe she is 5. At least when she's sulking. She crawls out of bed, smoothing and straightening her gown as she does. It's a pretty fancy, full length party gown she'd worn for attending Caspian's party. Not exactly the sort of thing even Inara gets into bed in. She follows Priestly into the living room and curls up on the couch.

Danger around Priestly is non-existent in all forms but for possible ruining of a person's sentimentality.

"Yup!" He's already in the fridge, pulling out little Tupperware bowls of pudding and grabbing a few spoons.

Inara acting 5 is just peachy with Priestly, he's totally been there, done that and gotten the t-shirt. He even drapes his comfy fleece blanket on top of her before grabbing the remote and plopping down next to her on the couch.

"Xiexie," she murmurs when he drapes the blanket over her and plops down next to her. She lays her head on his shoulder. "So tell me about your day," she says look up at him.

He sighs dramatically. "Well, it started off with good intentions, when I delivered some comfort pasta to Mercy. I'm sure you can see where that one's going. It wouldn't be so awkward if her boyfriend couldn't kill me in like 2 seconds..."

Priestly wiggles a little bit and wraps his arm around Inara's shoulders to pull her in all cozy-like.

"Then I went to the Vic to look for you and ran into this girl I've talked to a few times, Faith? She's way bad ass, like, leather pants bad ass. Pretty sure she was going to eat my face off. Then there was Harry..." at this point, Priestly just sighs again. It really wasn't so bad, now that he recalls the incidents. It was just awkward.

"Surely he won't attempt to actually kill you. It was a curse," Inara told him, snuggling closer when he put his arm around her shoulders.

"Oh, I ran into her. We kissed but she likes to be in control." Yes the awkward seems to be a constant for everyone.

"Yeah. I'm supposed to just be careful for awhile. No loud apologies or anything like that." Does Priestly sound nervous? He sure does.

He also remembers the control, that was pretty awesome. Priestly can't help but grin and huff out a light laugh. "Yeah, she did. And speaking of, Harry surprised the shit out of me. That guy was all smiles and joviality and then he's playing master all of a sudden." Not that Priestly didn't like every second of it, it's just...people surprise you.

"Stick close to me. I'll make certain you don't say anything you shouldn't."

Inara smirks at Priestly. "It's good to know you don't have any problems with that." She's teasing him but at the same time she's very serious about it.

He laughs at both of her comments, mostly for their truth and the ease with which she takes them. Priestly can't fault Inara for ever being intolerant of him, something which he values over almost everything else about her. Except for her chest. Really great rack.

"I don't think I'll have any problem sticking close to you, Inara." He grinned down at her and winked, cheesy 70s style. And didn't notice the creeping curse above their heads, down the main light in the room.

Well, it is her best asset. She doesn't even try to keep that a secret. She grins at the cheesy wink, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. It only takes a moment to tilt her head up a little more, pressing her lips against his. She shifts, her hand going to his neck, fingertips against the tattoo there as she arches up into the kiss.

It is not. Her best asset is her big awesome heart, as encased in ice as she tries to make it out to be. Speaking of making out...

In complete contrast to the fervent encounters he'd had earlier, Priestly takes his time, gently returning the kiss as he brushes some of her hair out of their faces.

Well she's got to have some mystery about her!

She shifts a little more, her mouth never leaving his as she reaches up, fingers kneading the back of his neck before she sliders her hand up to glide the palm of her hand over Priestly's mohawk. Her fingers trail down to the eyebrow ring and back to his neck.

"Stupid curse," she whispers as she breaks the kiss for a moment before kissing him again; still slowly as if she's got all the time in the world for this.

Priestly's suddenly needing to adjust, what with that minxy stunt of running her damn hands all over every kink on his body. He leans backward, gripping her firmly at the waist and bringing her with him to rest on top of him as he moves her onto his lap. Much better.

"Yeah, real stupid," he answers before trailing away from her mouth to her jaw and on to her neck.

She's got a retort. She knows she does. It's right there on the tip of her tongue but his lips on her neck trap her retort. She doesn't lose control. It doesn't feel like this and there's a little voice in the back of her head that informs her that it's because this isn't a job. There's a much more muffled voice, locked away much deeper than the first voice that tells her that it's because she has feelings. She's willing to allow the first voice to be right, the second one not so much. The retort she was going to fire off turns into something that's a cross between a whimper and a moan. She fists his tee shirt in one hand, raising it just above the waist band of his jeans.

"Wǒde tiān mǎshàng Baobei"

She slides her other hand beneath his tee shirt, fingertips brushing over his belly button before coming to a rest on his chest.

The only part of the words she mutters that he understands is the Baobei, which is fine because that tells him it's a good thing and not her telling the freak to get away.

Unfortunately, while Inara's fighting with her inner feelings and turmoil, Priestly's mainly thinking the norm for any man getting lucky in any capacity. "Boobs. Mmm tongue. Goforthenipple!"

His hands move down slightly to grip her hips while he leans forward to follow her as she moves away, maybe flailing in an undignified way. Priestly want!

Well she is a girl and she over thinks everything. Not surprising she's over thinking this. She can't help but smile at his willingness to follow her.

"Not going anywhere," she promises in a breathy whisper. She tugs on his shirt with the intent of getting it off him and dips her head at the same time, pressing a kiss to the tattoo on his chest and then one to his collarbone.

It's okay, that's why the boys love the girls! Priestly would think that her version of girlcrazy is adorable even when it's frustrating as all get out.

He can't really manage to say much more than "Kay," before he understands what she wants. He sets the land speed record for shirt removal, even when his elbow gets caught up in it and he wiggles to shuck it off. Priestly then lets his head loll back while Inara works her way up his torso.

She can't help it. She laughs softly at his speed and leans in, pressing her lips to the tattoo on his neck. She scrapes her nails down his back. She pushes him back on the couch a little, pressing her knee very lightly against his groin.

Her motions elicit a very sharp intake of breath from him, and his only real choice is to work his hands through her hair and turn her head so that he can kiss her again.

If he'd been looking, he'd see that it's past midnight and the mistletoe is gone already. Fortunately, he doesn't see either and is content to continue, and blame the curse.

Getting that reaction from him just encourages Inara. His hands are in her hair and his lips are on hers and she doesn't care if it's after midnight or this the curse. At least not right now.

She touches the tip of her tongue to his lip ring then nips at his bottom lip. Her hands move down his chest, over his stomach to flirt at the edge of his waistband, fingertips running along the skin just beneath it. She pauses at his hips, thumbs running over his hip bones before she moves to unbutton his pants.

And really, the curse had just been about kissing. They're quickly entering beyond that territory.

Yeah, definitely crossing into films not suitable for minors territory here. And Priestly is so far from complaining it's not even funny.

His thoughts pretty much short out when she plays with his ring. But then there are hands on his skin, Inara-shaped hands that keep moving downward. The popping of the buttons flips a switch in his head from thinking this was just going to be a lesson in sexy kissing with Inara to holy fuck this shit is for real.

Priestly almost audibly gulps while he watches as Inara pulls off the belt. He's pretty much moldable clay at this point.

Inara likes moldable clay. The smile on her face is flirty and mischievous as she pulls away with a kiss, getting to her feet. She unzips the gown she's wearing at the side, letting it fall, shimmying past her hips to pool on the floor at her feet. The showmanship part of this, she's done it a thousand times. She leans over, pressing another kiss to his mouth, swaying against him as the kiss deepens then tugging at him in an attempt to pull him to his feet. There's no way she's doing this on his couch.

Priestly watches dumbly as the show starts, wondering many things that include his fortune, how he does not deserve this at all and wow her chest really was perfect.

He quickly rises off of the couch to follow her lips because okay they're a little bit addicting. He rests his hands at first very lightly on her shoulders, as if he's afraid to touch her and mess her up with his Priestly-ness. Then his pants fall to his ankles when he moves closer and really there's no going back from that.

Her mouth tastes rich, sweet like the tea she prefers and Priestly pulls away momentarily, looking only slightly uncertain. "Are you sure...?"

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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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oh snap i bet you'll have to change this to at LEAST r xD

Re: Imma do that now. Bottling much?

a much too much!

Re: a much too much!

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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