"I won't.....never.", she said as all the tension and stress from before finally began to melt away from her. Even she wasn't quite sure how or why she had gotten all stressed out and nervous before during trainingโ but now it began to all make sense to her. She knew it deep down but it wasn't until his forehead was against hers, eyes glaring down at her with hunger and the remnants of his drink on her lips that it became clear. She wasn't sure what she had been hinting at when she said those words, but much like with him, they were now swimming in her mind and pushing her towards truly taking advantage of the situation while she could.
Just how many times did she wish she had done that before? Far too many to count, but the reminder of her own hesitations soon began to slip from her mind as he began to kiss her once more, leaving her breathless and hungry for so much more. It was cruel to deny each other what they wanted when life was fleeting, war loomed ahead, and tomorrow could possibly never come. So she wrapped her arms around him, pulling and yearning as she tugged him close and began to guide him towards the bed in the room. Their footsteps were in unison, careful and leading, soft whimpering moans escaping her lips as they went on.
With all his attention riveted on her, Cassian wasnโt watching where he was going, and one knee wound up colliding with some fancy endtable with a faint sting of pain— he gave a small yelp of surprise, a sheepish laugh, glancing down before Inara helped maneuver him the right way towards the bed. He walked backwards until his legs bumped into the bed itself, finding himself tipping backwards to simply sit down on the edge, bringing Inara with him and down into his lap. The new position gave him better access to explore: the kiss drifting to mouth at her jaw and throat instead, his hands settling on her hips.
Heโd set aside the blaster-belt and jacket when they first came in for the drink; which left him in a rumpled shirt and trousers and hardy boots, purposefully generic and unmemorable, not too rich and not too poor. The benefit was that with most of yesterdayโs disguise discarded, they wouldnโt have to wrangle a cloak and layers on layers of scarves and buckles and fastenings; he mostly just looked like Cassian today, not one of his coiffed alter egos.
It seemed that no matter how perfect things could be, or no matter how in control Inara strove to be, some bumps seemed to come along the way. It was more than fine for her really, as soon as his knee collided with the end table, she gave him a humorous glance and a subtle noise of empathy towards his plight. This was far better because it was real. In her line of work everything had to be perfect, organized, rigid, and structured to both protect herself and cater to the price point her clients were hiring her at. This time of freedom to just laugh and kiss, finding their way to the bed in such a passionate matter filled her heart with happiness and desire. This was far betterโ right on his lap, where she felt she belonged.
"I hope that didn't hurt too much....I'll make you feel better soon.", she managed to whisper against his ear before he began to kiss down against her skin. She was becoming more more hotter, each kiss leaving her flesh heated. Gently she flexed her neck, guiding him to where she wanted him to kiss herโ right down to her clavicle. Once he did reach it, she moved her arms back, hands gripping at the back of her dress as she began to undo the zipper. Soon the fabric was falling off her torso, exposing her bare breasts.
"How about you kiss lower?", she purred, right hand coming around to gently touch the side of his face. He and he alone was going to see her at her most vulnerable tonight. He'd be the only one to know and see what she truly enjoyed in these moments of intimacy.
When the dress fell away so easily, exposing what felt like miles of warm bare skin, he could feel that jolt of attraction settling deeper and he paused to take in the sight, admiring. โI think,โ Cassian said slowly, his words interrupted whenever he stopped to press a leisurely kiss to her throat, her clavicle, downward, โthat could be arranged.โ
And he took direction well in all things, it seemed, even this: the man was accustomed to being a weapon, to being turned and led and directed to enact violence, to get the job done. But this was a far more enjoyable task, with Inara in his lap and that low warmth in her voice, gently tilting his head where she wanted him to go. He followed willingly, pleased.
His hands splayed against the small of her back and braced against the curve of her spine, as he kept trailing downwards to map her now-exposed chest, before he finally reached the intended destination; he bent his head to one breast with the warm wet heat of his mouth, alternating sucking and then his tongue laving at a nipple, curling playfully around it.
She was a woman full of magnetizing appeal; soft on the eyes, graceful on the ears, and something many wished to own and possess for themselves. There was never a guest she had who could truly compel her to falter and find gentle purchase in their embrace for very long. The only person who could truly pull her from any emotional lulls and remaining sentiments she had for anyone else was Cassian. As she sat before his lap, she leaned back and showed him every inch of herself, hands and eyes gesturing him to truly drink up her appearance and indulge. It was a sentiment they both had mutually agreed upon and even if nothing else came from this encounter, this moment would be forever cherished by her. Pleasure and pain, co-existing as one was more than fine with her.
As his strong hands braced her, she closed her eyes gently and focused on the sensation of his coarse but warm lips against the bare skin of her breast, drawing and pulling forth a fluttering moan from her. Her hands in turn gripped his shoulders for support, gracefully holding him and feeling how much of a connection they had. There were times where it felt like she didn't have to say a word and he understood her. Other times he just helped her feel at ease, comfortable with simply existing. No need for displays of her skills, for desires or nothing elseโ
Ever since Bix left, heโd been subsisting on anonymous trysts where real names werenโt even exchanged — it was simpler, he always told himself that it was simpler to not get involved with anyone within the rebellion cells, where their loyalties might wind up divided — but there was something comforting in drifting to bed with a friend after all. Inara knew him. Sheโd be moaning his name by the end of the night, and vice versa, and not a pseudonym. There was trust in this: baring herself literally and figuratively for him, both of them letting their armour fall away, allowing themselves this indulgence.
Cassian was still fully-dressed but clearly didnโt seem to mind the disparity, with an appreciative hum against her breast, his stubble scraping against her skin as he mouthed and licked at her. His hands drifted lower, settling on the curve of her ass, and gave a warm squeeze; exploring her curves, the shape of her, grinding her into his lap. Positioned as she is, she could feel the hard ridge of his erection beneath her, already hopelessly turned-on.
It had been a while since heโd let this guard down with anyone. Sex was a personal distraction from the job, the responsibility, the missions, the war, but—
maybe they could let themselves have something nice, once in a while.
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Just how many times did she wish she had done that before? Far too many to count, but the reminder of her own hesitations soon began to slip from her mind as he began to kiss her once more, leaving her breathless and hungry for so much more. It was cruel to deny each other what they wanted when life was fleeting, war loomed ahead, and tomorrow could possibly never come. So she wrapped her arms around him, pulling and yearning as she tugged him close and began to guide him towards the bed in the room. Their footsteps were in unison, careful and leading, soft whimpering moans escaping her lips as they went on.
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Heโd set aside the blaster-belt and jacket when they first came in for the drink; which left him in a rumpled shirt and trousers and hardy boots, purposefully generic and unmemorable, not too rich and not too poor. The benefit was that with most of yesterdayโs disguise discarded, they wouldnโt have to wrangle a cloak and layers on layers of scarves and buckles and fastenings; he mostly just looked like Cassian today, not one of his coiffed alter egos.
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"I hope that didn't hurt too much....I'll make you feel better soon.", she managed to whisper against his ear before he began to kiss down against her skin. She was becoming more more hotter, each kiss leaving her flesh heated. Gently she flexed her neck, guiding him to where she wanted him to kiss herโ right down to her clavicle. Once he did reach it, she moved her arms back, hands gripping at the back of her dress as she began to undo the zipper. Soon the fabric was falling off her torso, exposing her bare breasts.
"How about you kiss lower?", she purred, right hand coming around to gently touch the side of his face. He and he alone was going to see her at her most vulnerable tonight. He'd be the only one to know and see what she truly enjoyed in these moments of intimacy.
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And he took direction well in all things, it seemed, even this: the man was accustomed to being a weapon, to being turned and led and directed to enact violence, to get the job done. But this was a far more enjoyable task, with Inara in his lap and that low warmth in her voice, gently tilting his head where she wanted him to go. He followed willingly, pleased.
His hands splayed against the small of her back and braced against the curve of her spine, as he kept trailing downwards to map her now-exposed chest, before he finally reached the intended destination; he bent his head to one breast with the warm wet heat of his mouth, alternating sucking and then his tongue laving at a nipple, curling playfully around it.
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As his strong hands braced her, she closed her eyes gently and focused on the sensation of his coarse but warm lips against the bare skin of her breast, drawing and pulling forth a fluttering moan from her. Her hands in turn gripped his shoulders for support, gracefully holding him and feeling how much of a connection they had. There were times where it felt like she didn't have to say a word and he understood her. Other times he just helped her feel at ease, comfortable with simply existing. No need for displays of her skills, for desires or nothing elseโ
All she needed was him.
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Cassian was still fully-dressed but clearly didnโt seem to mind the disparity, with an appreciative hum against her breast, his stubble scraping against her skin as he mouthed and licked at her. His hands drifted lower, settling on the curve of her ass, and gave a warm squeeze; exploring her curves, the shape of her, grinding her into his lap. Positioned as she is, she could feel the hard ridge of his erection beneath her, already hopelessly turned-on.
It had been a while since heโd let this guard down with anyone. Sex was a personal distraction from the job, the responsibility, the missions, the war, but—
maybe they could let themselves have something nice, once in a while.