She cared for Mal of course, even if she didn't admit to it freely. He was family, even if he called her names, comparing her occupation to something to be laughed at. His view on who she was and what she did only proved the fact that their's had to be a professional relationship. Friendly, at times. But he was still family, just as the others were. Simon being who he was and where he was from, they should have kept a friendly relationship too, nothing more. Though companions were highly respected, they still stood just outside of society. She took civilized men like Simon as clients often, but that's all they were: clients. Inara would not marry any of them, or declare true feelings for them, because that was never the case, and she was completely 'professional' when working. But then mild-mannered, polite Dr. Tam came into her life and made her wonder. Why should he be so different to do that to her?
She knew why, of course, when he spoke about his sister or his dedication to his job. He's a different sort of noble than Mal, or other men like the captain, and she'd rather he didn't get into a fistfight, anyway. Inara knows why she has unspeakable feelings for him because of the way he looks at her, and holds her, and says those soft words to her. When he does, her smile falls a little as she looks back into his eyes, so close to her own. The line they had danced around since they had sought each other out more had been crossed.
"Simon," she speaks softly, giving in to the moment with that word. Giving in to what she had been fighting. Inara removes her hand from his to place it on his cheek, because she doesn't want to dance around him anymore. Her other hand slides down from his shoulder and onto his chest, where she can feel his heartbeat through his shirt. Simon is so real and warm and strong beneath her touch, it's intoxicating. He's clearly her weakness, the breaking point from her usually so strong demeanor. She wants to kiss him, and her expression now might as well be an open book: it's obvious she wants to kiss him. She would have, too... if a sound from below hadn't startled her. A sound, followed by familiar voices. They haven't been seen yet, but it still makes her pause.
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She knew why, of course, when he spoke about his sister or his dedication to his job. He's a different sort of noble than Mal, or other men like the captain, and she'd rather he didn't get into a fistfight, anyway. Inara knows why she has unspeakable feelings for him because of the way he looks at her, and holds her, and says those soft words to her. When he does, her smile falls a little as she looks back into his eyes, so close to her own. The line they had danced around since they had sought each other out more had been crossed.
"Simon," she speaks softly, giving in to the moment with that word. Giving in to what she had been fighting. Inara removes her hand from his to place it on his cheek, because she doesn't want to dance around him anymore. Her other hand slides down from his shoulder and onto his chest, where she can feel his heartbeat through his shirt. Simon is so real and warm and strong beneath her touch, it's intoxicating. He's clearly her weakness, the breaking point from her usually so strong demeanor. She wants to kiss him, and her expression now might as well be an open book: it's obvious she wants to kiss him. She would have, too... if a sound from below hadn't startled her. A sound, followed by familiar voices. They haven't been seen yet, but it still makes her pause.