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Passions

Title: Passions
Author: Jules saturnine_tears
Rating: NC17
Prompt: 028. Dominant of the 50kinkyways challenge.
Fandom: Firefly/Serenity
Pairing: established Simon/Inara (Cameo by Mal)
Genre: PWP
Warnings: Kink. NC17. What more do you want to know?
Disclaimer: Firefly belongs to the brilliant Joss Whedon.
Summary: Simon’s rapture leads to a lapse in judgment. Will Inara be willing to push her limits?
Word Count: 3773
Notes: Written based on inspiration gained from srichard’s claim at the talkcrazy Dom!Simon-thon. As ordered: Simon/Inara, Simon in doctor mode, pushing limits. No specific timeline. Hope you like it, I had fun writing it! Translations in mouseover, or at the bottom of the page for those whose browsers don’t like mouseover. Thank you to kayleetam for the beta!






Inara spun on her heel, turning her back on Mal. Anger closed around her heart like a cold, tight fist. She had to close her eyes for a moment and take a few breaths to calm down just so that she didn’t turn and take anything sharp to the captain’s throat. Meanwhile all the man could do was stand there and smile that smug, infuriating smile of his.

“All I’m sayin’ is that if you’re plannin’ on bein’ late for rendezvous, the least you could do is have the courtesy to send a wave,” Mal said pointedly.

“The reason I was late was because I was still occupied with a client,” Inara snapped. “Do you really expect me to wave you in the middle of servicing someone?!”

“I’m sure your client woulda been decent enough to understand that you had to make a call,” Mal said, raising an eyebrow. “Ain’t they all upstandin’ core citizens? Men like them with busy lives should understand interruptions.”

“I didn’t think I had to worry! After all, there was no job to be done, so why would we have to run? If we weren’t running, I didn’t think we had to leave on time. And what gives you the right to come in here and lecture me about this anyway? You could have simply asked me to wave next time,” Inara said darkly. “Oh, wait. Perhaps this is your misguided way of saying that you were concerned about my prolonged absence. How very sweet of you to be worried for me, nothing but a lowly whore.”

“Hey now, I didn’t say it, you did,” Mal argued. “Even if we didn’t have a job this time around, we coulda picked one up. We coulda had plans. We coulda needed to hurry for somethin’ else. All I’m sayin’ is that if you’re plannin’ on bein’ late, the least you could do is tell someone. The next time, we might just leave without you.”

“Well I certainly hope you… do…” Inara trailed off.

She swayed a little on the spot, feeling dizzy. She expected it to pass momentarily, but the feeling only intensified. Swallowing thickly, Inara tried to hold herself up, to hold onto the consciousness that was quickly fading from her body and mind. She reached out to steady herself on the nearby vanity, her knuckles white from gripping the edge so tightly. Of course, her sudden shift in countenance hadn’t gone unnoticed by Mal. He stepped forward, bracing a steady hand on Inara’s lower back as she trembled, trying to steady herself.

“Inara?” Mal asked lightly. “What’s goin’ on? You alright?”

She was about to reply when the world went dark. Her body went completely limp and she crumpled to the floor. Thankfully Mal stood at her side and caught her before she could injure herself. Hefting her into his arms, worry washing over him, he quickly moved toward her bed and settled her comfortably on it before hitting the comm. unit on the wall and summoning the doc.




Inara felt heavy. She couldn’t move for a few moments and began to grow agitated. She could hear voices around her, feel someone touching her, but she couldn’t snap herself out of the haze that had settled over her body. She fought the darkness and at long last she opened her eyes. Forms around her slowly swam into focus and she noticed Simon leaning over her. She noticed the neckline of her top was slipped dangerously low as he listened to her heart. Turning her attention away from him, she noticed Mal behind him, pacing back and forth like a caged tiger. Clearing her throat, she slowly spoke.

“What happened?” She asked quietly.

“Inara, you’re back,” Simon said softly. “You suffered a fainting spell. Just try to relax.”

The last thing the Companion could recall was arguing with Mal. She furrowed her eyebrows, trying to remember more of something, anything that would make sense. She was healthy, at least according to her last annual physical, and according to Simon. She shouldn’t have been fainting. Shaking off the thoughts, she looked up just as Mal leaned in over Simon’s shoulder to look at her as the doctor folded his stethoscope up around his neck.

“’Nara, how’re ya feelin’?” Mal asked lightly.

He felt guilty for being the one to instigate the fainting spell. According to Simon, based on the examination results it looked like it had been a one time thing, probably induced by the state of harried emotion she’d been in. At least she was going to be alright. He shifted nervously as he looked from Inara to Simon.

“I’m fine, Mal,” Inara replied. “Really. You can get back to your duties.”

Mal looked skeptical.

“She really okay, doc?” He queried.

Simon nodded.

“She’ll be fine, captain,” he answered. “I’ll do one last quick check of a few things and after that Inara will be free to get back to her routine, provided she feels up to it.”

“Well alright then,” Mal said firmly. “You make sure she’s taken care of. I’ve got captainy things to attend to.”

Simon nodded and watched Mal turn to leave. He’d been so worried when the captain had frantically called him to Inara’s shuttle, saying something about her passing out. When he’d arrived and checked on her, he was thankful to see that nothing was amiss. Inara watched the captain’s retreating back as well; a small, smug smile in place on her lips. She may not have won the argument, but he’d still turned tail and taken off at the first moment he could have. In her eyes, that constituted a victory. Hearing the door to the shuttle hiss closed, Inara turned her attention back to Simon, smiling softly. She could see how worried he looked and she reached up, gently stroking his cheek.

“Before you say anything, I really am fine, Simon,” Inara said softly.

“You’re lucky the captain was there to catch you, you could have been seriously hurt,” Simon said concernedly.

“But I wasn’t,” Inara countered.

“No, but I’d still prefer it if you’d let me take care of you,” Simon pressed. “I’d like to check a few things again. I examined you while you were out, so I’d just like to feel your pulse and take your blood pressure once more to make sure there are no worrisome changes.”

Inara decided to humor him. She knew that he was doubly concerned for her because of his love for her and not just out of a sense of duty to her as a patient, and so she nodded softly. Simon was relieved at her acquiescence. She watched him as he reached out to rest his fingertips at the pulse point in her neck, averting his gaze to glance at his watch and count off the seconds as they passed.

“You told the captain everything was fine, I assume that still stands?” Inara questioned softly, still watching him. “I do hope it wasn’t just a matter of doctor-patient confidentiality.”

He shook his head.

“You’re in perfect health from what I’ve seen,” Simon replied. “But I still feel it’s better to be safe than to be sorry.”

She waited for Simon to finish taking her pulse before nodding in agreement. He looked tired and in desperate need of relaxation. Inara had just the thing for that, she only hoped that he would allow for it and not let his worry for her get in the way. She felt fine and was feeling better by the minute, she just hoped he believed her.

Watching Inara closely, Simon was reassured by the fact that she seemed to be getting stronger, that her colors were coming back. He pulled out the blood pressure monitor, reaching out and wrapping it around Inara’s bare upper arm. Her skin was warm, the clamminess had disappeared. All good signs. He kept his eyes on her while slipping on his stethoscope and pressing it to the crook of her arm, eliciting a shiver from her.

Wan xi,” Simon instructed her. “Shen hu xi.”

Inara did as she was told, her eyes focused on Simon, a soft smile curving her lips as he took her blood pressure. There was nothing to indicate that she was suffering from any sort of infection that would have caused the syncope; no swollen lymph nodes or fever, so Simon didn’t want to burden Inara by drawing blood. If it happened again, however, he would insist she let him take a vial to run a few panels.

Simon quickly finished checking Inara’s blood pressure and put his equipment away, tucking it all neatly into his med kit. He met Inara’s gaze, the delicate smile on her lips warming him on the spot. He watched as her hand came up to gently grip his, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“So what’s the verdict, doctor?” She asked softly. “Am I going to be alright?”

“You’re fine,” Simon replied. “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” Inara said decisively. “Much better. Stronger, in any case.”

“Good,” Simon said approvingly. “I’m sure you’ll be back to your normal self within the hour.”

“I assure you I’m back to my normal self already,” Inara assured. “I’m just relaxed. And why shouldn’t I be? I’ve got a handsome man here to take care of me, cater to my every whim…”

Simon chuckled softly and leaned in, gently pressing his lips to Inara’s, kissing her delicately at first. The kiss quickly deepened and before long, Simon moaned softly in tandem with Inara, tasting her as her lips parted and their tongues met. All of his worry and tension seemed to fade away as they lay there together, kissing, touching, caressing.

Pulling away several long moments later, Simon caught his breath, his chest heaving as his eyes fluttered open to look at Inara below him. A darling flush covered her golden skin and he felt a surge of pure male pride at the knowledge that he’d had that effect on her. One of his hands slowly crept up beneath the hem of Inara’s top, his fingers stroking the skin of her ribcage. It was soft and supple; absolutely perfect. He absolutely loved touching her like he was. He couldn’t resist her when he touched her. As unwise as he might have thought it was to get so sexually riled by her when her health was on the line, Simon couldn’t stop. He wanted, no, needed her.

At that point, as Simon stroked her skin gently, Inara began to moan and writhe at his touch. Normally a woman as well trained in restraint as her would not have shown half as much abandon, but the residual weakness from the fainting spell combined with the warmth and softness of Simon’s touch was too much to resist. She gave in to him, for him, and let go completely. Her eyes slowly opened at last for the first time after their kiss and met his as he leaned in to press a few kisses to Inara’s neck. She gasped as he nipped at a particularly sensitive spot, feeling her pulse beginning to race beneath his lips.

He knew he should have stopped, but something washed over him that just wouldn’t be repressed. Pulling back Simon sat up and looked down at Inara, a mischievous look in his eyes. Inara wondered just what that look in his eyes meant; she’d never seen it before. She tried to calm her breathing as he slipped his hands down over her belly and her legs, grasping the hem of her skirt and slowly beginning to pull the fabric upward.

It didn’t take long. Within a few seconds the skirt was bunched up around Inara’s waist, exposing her from the waist down. Simon’s fingertips quickly went about teasing the waistband of her panties which sat just below her navel. He could feel the heat of her skin through the thin, silky fabric and he couldn’t wait to expose her completely to him. Meeting Inara’s gaze, Simon smiled seductively. Inara only managed to look quizzical with perhaps a touch of excitement in her eyes.

“This certainly is a nice surprise,” Inara murmured.

“Hush,” Simon said firmly. “You will not speak unless spoken to. You will follow my instructions down to the letter. Dong ma?”

Excited by the sudden authority Simon exuded; Inara simply nodded and watched him.

Taking her silent nod as encouragement, Simon slipped his fingertips under the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled the peach silk garment down and off of her, tossing it aside. His hands ran up the outsides of her legs, coming up to caress her thighs as he leaned in to press a few kisses to her belly. It was all about pleasure; about her pleasure, to be precise. Simon had no interest in satiating his own desires.

Slipping his hands inward, Simon gently coaxed Inara to part her thighs. She did so willingly and felt a rush of cool air over her core. It made her shiver deliciously as she felt one of Simon’s hands slip higher, his fingertips tracing her soft, warm folds. She was already wet and ready for him, but he wasn’t about to take things fast and hard. No, he was going to draw it out, to make it last as long as possible and make Inara feel everything he could possibly make her feel.

Inara’s hands tangled in the bedclothes as Simon’s fingertips probed through her sensitive folds and found her core, teasing at it mercilessly. She arched into his touch, the dizziness she’d felt before suddenly coming back with full force but in a much more pleasant capacity. She shifted a little, trying desperately to coax Simon into slipping his fingers inside of her. God, she needed to feel that fullness.

Simon swiftly obliged her. He wasn’t about to draw it out. He would be direct, lovingly forceful and completely absorbed in facilitating Inara’s pleasure. He slipped two fingers inside of her, teasing her slowly, massaging her thoroughly from the inside. He watched her closely, seeing how she reacted to his ministrations, being spurred on by those reactions. He worked with her as her hips arched up and brought his fingers deeper inside, as deep as they could go.

Wo de ma, Simon,” Inara murmured softly. “That feels incredible.”

Remaining completely silent, Simon slipped his free hand up over Inara’s ribcage, bringing it to rest on one of her breasts. He massaged it teasingly through the fabric for a moment before swiftly and firmly pinching her nipple, getting a small gasp of mingled pain and pleasure out of her.

“I told you; don’t speak unless you’re spoken to,” Simon chided her gently. “Now I’m going to have to punish you, Inara.”

That being said, Simon slowly slipped a third finger inside of Inara, scissoring it with the others to stretch her more than before. She whimpered inwardly and writhed from the sensations it was causing in her body. She was unaccustomed to such actions with her clients. Professionally it was always nothing but sex as it was meant to be had; male and female parts, a mundane rhythm and a climax. Her clients would never do such a thing for her as what Simon was doing. Even her training hadn’t encompassed what she imagined Simon was building up towards. She’d never before had her limits pushed.

Inara was glad that Simon was taking initiative. It was such a change not having to be the one to instigate things, not having to know what to do or how to do it. She could be herself, the person she really was. It was such a liberating feeling. She felt safe, cared for, and she knew she was in expert hands. With Simon commanding everything, Inara had no doubt in her mind that she’d be brought to an incredible climax.

No sooner had the thought reached her center of understanding than Simon slowly pressed a fourth finger inside of her, stretching her more thoroughly than she’d ever experienced before. She cried out softly from the mingled pleasure and minute pain that laced it. Her hands balled into fists, clutching at the soft, silky sheets she lay prone on for him. All she could do was accept the intrusion, embrace both the ecstasy and agony it aroused within her.

Simon could see the flash of pain that skirted briefly through Inara’s dark eyes before she closed them again, undoubtedly trying to rein in some control over what she was feeling. She lay before him, writhing with reckless abandon, spurring him on wordlessly and effortlessly. He soothed her, the hand that still rested on her breast gently stroking through the fabric of her dress. He murmured softly in Chinese, sweet nothings to encourage her to relax.

Wo ai ni,, Inara,” Simon cooed gently. “Open for me, lianren.”

Having learned that he meant business the last time, Inara simply nodded and acquiesced. She arched her hips a little, parting her thighs just a little bit further, knowing that Simon was far from through with her. She knew exactly what to expect, she’d heard the tales, but she was unprepared for the experience and it made it that much more intense, that much more incredible.

Watching Inara; her expressions, reactions, Simon gauged the perfect time to push her to the absolute limit. When he was sure that she was ready, that she was relaxed and stretched properly, he simply folded his thumb into his palm and speared his hand, pushing inside of Inara with just the right amount of pressure. The applied force combined with her slickness and willingness to accept the intrusion made the process easy and he quickly found his hand inside of her up to the wrist.

Inara cried out, tears of a thousand mingled sensations stinging at her eyes as Simon’s hand settled inside of her. She tightened around him, proud to see that the simple motion had ruffled his previously cool countenance; his eyes taking on an awed and aroused glaze. She was quickly growing used the intrusion, finding the pain (however minimal it may have been) was being replaced by pure and utter pleasure.

Giving her a moment to accept the thorough intrusion of his entire hand inside of her sensitive, tight entrance, Simon took in Inara’s disheveled appearance. A fine sheen of perspiration had beaded on the golden skin of her forehead. Her eyes were narrowed in ecstasy, her lips slightly parted. Her breasts rose and feel with each and every unsteady breath she took. When he paired her appearance with the way she clenched around his hand, Simon knew Inara was sheer seconds away from orgasm. If it was up to him to guess, he’d say it would be her most intense one ever.

Inara couldn’t help but think the same way. It was so new, so strange and alien to feel Simon’s entire hand slowly beginning to thrust just inside of her, but at the same time it was so incredibly arousing that Inara was amazed she’d held her composure as well as she had. She was being stretched and pushed to the limit, to the brink of reason. Suddenly propriety didn’t seem so appealing. It felt much more natural to simply let go and enjoy Simon’s ministrations. And so Inara did just that.

“Come for me, baobei,” Simon encouraged.

It didn’t take much more coaxing than that. A few more gentle strokes of his fist and Inara was gasping, moaning gutturally as her climax shook her body, making stars explode behind her eyes. She arched into his hand and took him deeper inside than she ever thought possible. All rational thought was banished from her mind and all she could do was feel. She could see no end to the ecstasy that throbbed throughout her body and she rode out the intensity of the climax for as long as she could; until she was pitched into complete and utter darkness.




Inara didn’t know how long she’d been out. It took her several moments after coming around to realize what exactly had put her out in the first place. She moaned softly and squeezed her thighs together. She felt a cool wetness there and a dull ache from Simon’s ministrations, but nothing more. Opening her eyes slowly she glanced around and found Simon leaning over her, one hand gently stroking through her hair, the other resting on her ribcage, rubbing absentmindedly.

Simon smiled softly down at her as her dark, expressive eyes turned to him. He leaned in slowly and pressed a gentle kiss to Inara’s lips, causing a few faint tingles of excitement to spark in her body. Pulling back once again he met her gaze.

“How are you feeling?” He asked softly.

Inara considered his query for a moment.

“Perfect,” she replied with a soft smile of her own. “All thanks to you.”

“Good,” Simon reasoned. “Not too sore?”

She shook her head and was answered with an approving nod from Simon. Shifting slightly, Inara pushed herself up into a sitting position against the cushions that were propped up against the headboard of the bed. She met Simon’s sparkling periwinkle blue eyes and reached out a hand to him, grasping his upper arm and pulling him closer to her.

Simon gladly moved nearer to Inara, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer to settle against his side. Tipping his head slightly he rested his cheek against the top of her head, the warmth of her seeping into his skin. He closed his eyes and inhaled the scent of her, incense and something that was just purely Inara. Completely content, Simon stilled and simply held her, not wanting to let go.

Relaxing into his arms, Inara thought back on everything that had happened. She sincerely hoped he took it upon himself more often to push her limits. All propriety aside, Inara had enjoyed the complete loss of control that Simon had brought out in her. She smiled inwardly and settled against Simon, slipping down so that her cheek rested against his chest and her arm looped around his waist.

Closing her eyes she could hear the steady beat of his heart reverberating in his chest. Having been pushed to all sorts of physical limits, Inara found herself at the cusp of complete and utter exhaustion. She chuckled lightly at the thought of pushing that limit as well as she drifted off into an easy slumber, held by the man she loved.




Translations:

Wan xi: Relax
Shen hu xi: Take a deep breath
Dong ma: Understand
Wo de ma: Mother of God
Wo ai ni: I love you
Lianren: Lover
Baobei: Precious






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