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dangermousieTitle: Absolution, 1/1
Fandom: Firefly/Serenity
Disclaimers: Don't own no profit blah blah
SPOILER WARNING: Post-Serenity and contains some severe Serenity spoilers. PG-13
Summary: He finds absolution in her skin. Mal/Inara
He finds absolution in her skin.
Her hands skim his chest, nails lightly scraping, and it blots out Wash, pinned unnaturally still, eyes closed in death, Zoe tugging at him, her face melting apart with grief.
He kisses her, her mouth pliant under his, and he does not see Book and the others lying broken and burned in the ruins of their home, grief and rage almost too much to bear.
When he touches her breasts, skin soft and scented, he can forget the faces of the Reavers, twisted, inhuman, slain. They were men once.
She is not practiced, polished, measured with him now. There is a bit of awkwardness and desperation there as well, and somehow that feels just right. Their legs are tangled and he moves her hair out of her eyes, removing rogue strands out of his mouth. He forgets the face of the man he refused to take with them before the Reavers attacked. He blots out Mr. Universe on the lap of a mechanical doll, blood on the floor.
Somehow there are no clothes left between them and yet it still feels as if there is too much distance, that they are not close enough. She touches him and his body dissolves into hers. The dead on Miranda, contorted and grotesque, no dignity and no peace, become a distant mirage.
Her hands tug at him, and she moans into his mouth and he is shaking because he feels as if he is in free fall, spinning out of control. He does not remember knowing all those dead are his fault. What did Zoe say? “A hero is the one who gets others killed.” He forgets that he is certainly a hero, a score times over.
And then her body moves just so and there is nothing but her and the look in her eyes and he holds tight and the world is blotted out, conscious thought gone.
He wakes up out of sleep so deep it feels as if the Black has swallowed him whole. For a moment he does not remember anything: where he is, why, who? And then there is pressure on his chest, and his eyes fly open.
He finds absolution in her.
Inara.
Fandom: Firefly/Serenity
Disclaimers: Don't own no profit blah blah
SPOILER WARNING: Post-Serenity and contains some severe Serenity spoilers. PG-13
Summary: He finds absolution in her skin. Mal/Inara
He finds absolution in her skin.
Her hands skim his chest, nails lightly scraping, and it blots out Wash, pinned unnaturally still, eyes closed in death, Zoe tugging at him, her face melting apart with grief.
He kisses her, her mouth pliant under his, and he does not see Book and the others lying broken and burned in the ruins of their home, grief and rage almost too much to bear.
When he touches her breasts, skin soft and scented, he can forget the faces of the Reavers, twisted, inhuman, slain. They were men once.
She is not practiced, polished, measured with him now. There is a bit of awkwardness and desperation there as well, and somehow that feels just right. Their legs are tangled and he moves her hair out of her eyes, removing rogue strands out of his mouth. He forgets the face of the man he refused to take with them before the Reavers attacked. He blots out Mr. Universe on the lap of a mechanical doll, blood on the floor.
Somehow there are no clothes left between them and yet it still feels as if there is too much distance, that they are not close enough. She touches him and his body dissolves into hers. The dead on Miranda, contorted and grotesque, no dignity and no peace, become a distant mirage.
Her hands tug at him, and she moans into his mouth and he is shaking because he feels as if he is in free fall, spinning out of control. He does not remember knowing all those dead are his fault. What did Zoe say? “A hero is the one who gets others killed.” He forgets that he is certainly a hero, a score times over.
And then her body moves just so and there is nothing but her and the look in her eyes and he holds tight and the world is blotted out, conscious thought gone.
He wakes up out of sleep so deep it feels as if the Black has swallowed him whole. For a moment he does not remember anything: where he is, why, who? And then there is pressure on his chest, and his eyes fly open.
He finds absolution in her.
Inara.
