Mal stilled at the touch of her hand on his arm, his gaze drawn to it for just a moment as he watched it just sit there...pale, flawless skin against his own work-roughened flesh, peppered with the light, innocuous scars of minor injury and darkened just a little...not with sunlight, but with a smudge here and there of dirt from his latest trip to the engine room to check on the heart of his mistress as Kaylee tried to explain to him the latest repairs on Serenity. Her fingers were well-manicured and soft against his own roughspun sleeve, a ghost of that perfect, silken touch that was probably one of the main sources of her income.
"Week or two shy of the War, I reckon." he replied simply, quietly, hoping to dismiss it as quickly as he could. Not that Inara would let him, he was fair certain...but gorramit, at least he tried.
Then his mind started working...lightning-quick flares of want and wishing that led to curiosity of a most insidious sort.
"How 'bout you?" he finally asked, lifting his head to meet her gaze. "When's last time you went home? I mean...you ain't been since you rented from me, I'm fair certain..."
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Date: 2007-02-01 05:01 pm (UTC)"Week or two shy of the War, I reckon." he replied simply, quietly, hoping to dismiss it as quickly as he could. Not that Inara would let him, he was fair certain...but gorramit, at least he tried.
Then his mind started working...lightning-quick flares of want and wishing that led to curiosity of a most insidious sort.
"How 'bout you?" he finally asked, lifting his head to meet her gaze. "When's last time you went home? I mean...you ain't been since you rented from me, I'm fair certain..."