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 better— 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 her— 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. “I think,” Cassian said slowly, his words interrupted whenever he stopped to press a leisurely kiss to her throat, her clavicle, downward, “that could be arranged.”
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 else—
Ever since Bix left, he’d been subsisting on anonymous trysts where real names weren’t 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. She’d 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 didn’t 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 he’d 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.
The temperature was rising within her skin, a cool touch to it usually but now warm and blossoming as he explored her body further. Her nipples were hardening at the infliction of his tongue against the soft bud, a cool trail of his saliva left behind in its wake. Her sexual interactions are always far more controlled than this, tempered and with her taking the charge, and even if she found herself enjoying the encounter, it was always so calculated. She thought of everything, of every touch and movement, ensuring things remained in control and she remained safe. With Cassian, she could finally just let go. Let silence fill her mind and guide her movements, she truly trusted him and would allow him to do as he pleased.
For now though, this little grind and hip touch movement they had going on was more than enough to set the pace. Her own body rocked forth, pressing against his growing erection to torture him further— but it wouldn't be forever. Just enough to get him to beg for her to do something about it, to fill her ears with the genuine pleasures that came with being wanted and desired.
"Tonight....I don't want to think, to predict what will happen. All I want to do is lose myself in the moment.", she said, whispering these words as her fingers rose up to grip his hair once more. Her voice was soft, trembling from this once in a lifetime admission; she was quite vulnerable in this moment but in all the right ways.
Cassian detached from her breast with a wet pop, her fingers curling into his hair and pulling him back up to her face, drifting back up to where he could look at her expression, his own dark eyes thoughtful.
Inara’s work was her work, just as his work was his — their bodies were both used for a purpose — but this particular angle wasn’t one he’d ever stopped to consider before. That certain elements of sex might have become too calculated and artificial for her: that Inara was always in such rigid control over what happened. Her evenings literally contracted, negotiated, planned out, scheduled.
So maybe she could do with a bit of impulsive spontaneity tonight. Less work, more play.
“Okay,” Cassian said, voice murmured against her jaw before another lingering kiss. He was going to be feeling it out both literally and figuratively, getting a sense for what she liked. (He had never, of course, seen a copy of Inara’s actual companion contract. Wouldn’t have been able to afford it.)
“Just tell me to stop if there’s anything you don’t like.”
And then— he stood up, arms under her thighs and bracing her lower back, fully picking her up to pivot them around onto that massive bed. He had no idea how much it must’ve cost; probably something like a year’s salary on Ferrix. It was really comfortable, though, and spacious enough that he could lay her out on that luxurious mattress, his hands against the edges of the unzipped dress which was already half-falling off her, tugging it loose the rest of the way. His mouth followed the path: past her clavicle this time, past her breasts and the arch of her ribs, pausing to mouth at her navel, then onwards. Lower.
There were far too many juxtapositions in their beliefs and ideals, in their sense of right and wrong but somewhere in between the unstable ground, they had a place they could meet and agree upon — mutual respect. He'd been respectful of her work, nearly willing to guide and provide her clientele if she hadn't set that boundary to prevent it. There was more to her work than just sex after all, the years of learning new languages, ceremonies, arts of all kinds, the endless studying— she was a perfect scholar, it was only her body and the intimacy she offered that often spoke for her. Led to assumptions, certain people (a particular captain) to assume the worst of her. Not Cassian, he'd seen her in battle, wanted her for it and while she had her own goals, could there be freedom in following his path? She was starting to wonder if maybe...
but this was no time for her to get lost in her mind yet again. She'd spent so much time there, it became tiring. It was a liberating thought to just let someone else take the reigns, but even as she spoke those words, as he lifted her up without any restraint, she couldn't help but smile at his words. Of course he'd say that, it was the reason she was more than fine with things ending up like this. One more kiss was offered to him before he began to slide down, her fingers drifting past his hair and face, watching as he moved lower and lower, the softness of his breath now warming her fully naked body. Her soft brown skin glowed against the lights above, curls spread across the bed under her. As he reached further down and towards the most obvious place, her thighs parted for him, spreading and coaxing him to truly take her in.
To breathe that warm air, to feel the softness of her flesh, to see the beauty of her true self in this moment. It was far different than what she'd done with her clients— this was her, the her that had fallen for the man before her.
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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 her— 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 else—
All she needed was him.
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Cassian was still fully-dressed but clearly didn’t 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 he’d 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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For now though, this little grind and hip touch movement they had going on was more than enough to set the pace. Her own body rocked forth, pressing against his growing erection to torture him further— but it wouldn't be forever. Just enough to get him to beg for her to do something about it, to fill her ears with the genuine pleasures that came with being wanted and desired.
"Tonight....I don't want to think, to predict what will happen. All I want to do is lose myself in the moment.", she said, whispering these words as her fingers rose up to grip his hair once more. Her voice was soft, trembling from this once in a lifetime admission; she was quite vulnerable in this moment but in all the right ways.
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Inara’s work was her work, just as his work was his — their bodies were both used for a purpose — but this particular angle wasn’t one he’d ever stopped to consider before. That certain elements of sex might have become too calculated and artificial for her: that Inara was always in such rigid control over what happened. Her evenings literally contracted, negotiated, planned out, scheduled.
So maybe she could do with a bit of impulsive spontaneity tonight. Less work, more play.
“Okay,” Cassian said, voice murmured against her jaw before another lingering kiss. He was going to be feeling it out both literally and figuratively, getting a sense for what she liked. (He had never, of course, seen a copy of Inara’s actual companion contract. Wouldn’t have been able to afford it.)
“Just tell me to stop if there’s anything you don’t like.”
And then— he stood up, arms under her thighs and bracing her lower back, fully picking her up to pivot them around onto that massive bed. He had no idea how much it must’ve cost; probably something like a year’s salary on Ferrix. It was really comfortable, though, and spacious enough that he could lay her out on that luxurious mattress, his hands against the edges of the unzipped dress which was already half-falling off her, tugging it loose the rest of the way. His mouth followed the path: past her clavicle this time, past her breasts and the arch of her ribs, pausing to mouth at her navel, then onwards. Lower.
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but this was no time for her to get lost in her mind yet again. She'd spent so much time there, it became tiring. It was a liberating thought to just let someone else take the reigns, but even as she spoke those words, as he lifted her up without any restraint, she couldn't help but smile at his words. Of course he'd say that, it was the reason she was more than fine with things ending up like this. One more kiss was offered to him before he began to slide down, her fingers drifting past his hair and face, watching as he moved lower and lower, the softness of his breath now warming her fully naked body. Her soft brown skin glowed against the lights above, curls spread across the bed under her. As he reached further down and towards the most obvious place, her thighs parted for him, spreading and coaxing him to truly take her in.
To breathe that warm air, to feel the softness of her flesh, to see the beauty of her true self in this moment. It was far different than what she'd done with her clients— this was her, the her that had fallen for the man before her.