[SH] The First Time - Part the Second (NC-17)

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[We uh...we kinda broke the customized comment pages comment buffer. And I like having the custom comment pages because they look better. So, um, yes. Continued from here.]


He's beaming at her until she catches the slight slip of the tongue and the smile turns into an 'aw shucks/so busted look'.

Oops.

He can't lie to her now. It was easy to pretend when she had first arrived, since she had no reason to believe otherwise, and he was nervous enough that his body language masked the lie.

But now..."You, uh. You weren't supposed to find out until I took you back there. To uh...to check on the status of the paint drying."



She may or may not be suppressing a giggle; since she does it successfully it's hard to tell. But she is grinning. "Well, since you've managed to keep me out of your room, the surprise is still intact, even if the knowledge that there is a surprise isn't."

And he's being adorable again. Although, really, he's almost always adorable now, so it sort of goes without saying. So she smiles softly, brilliantly.



"Well, I hope it doesn't lose too much of its impact, now that you know there's another surprise," he says, grinning sheepishly.

And that's about the time when the music being played turns into a fair rendition of the song they first danced to. It's also when he stands and moves to her side of the table.

"May I have this dance?" he asks, holding a hand out to her.



"I can't imagine it..." Oh. Oh. "... would."

Oh.

So she stands and takes his hand, because the answer is "Of course." but it comes out in barely a whisper between smiles and shy blushing. She was way more poised when they first danced.

And then again, when they first danced, she had no idea with whom she was dancing, or what it would turn into. Knowing, now, she wonders what it will turn into this time. If she could possibly love him any more than she does at this moment, as she keeps her eyes on his and she smiles, blissfully happy.



He returns the smile as his fingers close round hers, and he tugs her away from the table. She may or may not notice Lorne call someone over so they can remove the chairs, along with the table and its contents so the couple can have the entire balcony to move around. And that marks the end of Lorne's part in tonight's festivities.

John's eyes never leave Inara's as he pulls her into the opening steps of the dance, holding her slightly closer than he had the first time.

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Which is, really, not much. The dress is bound over the shoulders with two decorative pins and undoing either or both of them will result in the only thing holding her top to her chest being the fact that she's resting against him. And from there it would be simple to slip it down her body...

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Once he discovers this and the pins are undone and set aside blindly, he does tug the fabric between them down, shivering a little at the scrape of fabric on his already sensitized skin, and the fact that her body is pressed to his making the sensation that more pronounced, as well.

Once they're skin to skin, even from the waist up, he can hardly believe it. His hands begin their slow exploration of her back almost immediately, his fingers tracing across the small of her back and up and down her spine.

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She wriggles a little to assist the whole disrobing process, although it's at least partially shivering, herself, at the cool air and the sudden sensation of warm skin on warm skin and.

There's another little surge of amazement and joy that has her shivering when he touches her. The fact that it's his hands on her body elevates it from physical pleasure to something that could be called ecstacy.

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He commits to memory every contour as his fingers trace over each muscle, each fold of skin. He leaves nothing untouched, and as his brings his hands ovr her shoulders to the nape if her neck, he trails a feather light touch down her spine until her clothing prevents him from going further.

His fingers follow her waist to her sides, finger tips lightly brushing back up to her arms before he flattens his hands on her skin to run up her arms, gently urging her to straighten them above his head so he can grasp her wrists as he rolls them back over.

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By the time he's at the upper edge of her dress she's definitely trembling, just a little, with the fine sensations his touches evoke. And she does stretch out, sighing a little as they shift on the bed, eyes closed for the shift until they open to look up at him.

There's really a sort of innocent wonder about it, a shyness that has absolutely nothing to do with their bodies and everything to do with being this open to him, with them sharing this part of life together.

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He looks down at her, propped up on his elbows, still not venturing to let his gaze fall below her neck. He smiles, then, and it has a very subtle, playful hint to it. He's going to have fun with this.

Slowly, each move deliberate and lingering, he kisses her lightly before repeating his previous gestures of kissing up her jaw, and down her neck, but instead of trailing down to the top of where her bodice would have been, he licks up her throat and repeats the process, this time going down the other side.

And there, at the base of her throat, he pauses for a moment.

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She smiles softly back, one eyebrow arched very slightly with curiosity...

... that dissipates as he moves. As her eyes close and her skin tingles again at the difference between the heat of his mouth and the cool of the air that passes over her skin in his wake. There may be a sigh. There's definitely a shiver.

And in that moment one hand curls tight in the sheets, the other reaching up to stroke down the back of his neck. There's a delightful little tension there in not knowing what he's going to do next.

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Which is when he does kiss down her chest and between her breasts, nipping a little as he does so. He bypasses exploration of the soft mounds of flesh for now, opting instead to continue down the center of her body.

As he gets near her navel, he shifts his weight so he doesn't need his arms to hold him up, his hands starting at her shoulders and then moving down in a slow, brushing caress which only hesitates over her breasts before moving down.

And as they move down, his nuzzles her tummy affectionately before his kisses reach her waist, and he gently rolls up so he's straddling her and looking down at her, his hands resting lightly on her stomach.

This is where he finally does get a good look at her, and he smiles tenderly.

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She smiles softly up at him, and she may be blushing just a very little. At something, either the way it's difficult to hide, when even half-naked, the way her body is responding. Or because it's equally hard to hide the love in her eyes as she looks at him, which translates to a slightly goofy tint to the adoring smile.

Her fingertips brush down his shoulder and down his arm as he rises, ending up lightly brushing back and forth over the back of his hand.

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The smile turns from tender to mischievous in the blink of an eye, and he lightly and playfully pokes her tummy as a prelude to finding out if and where she may be ticklish.

And he may even make it to blowing a raspberry on her tummy, too, if he gets the opening to do so, before before playfully nipping up her body once again until he's stretched over her again.

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The fact that she squeaks and seems about to laugh has more to do with the sheer ridiculousness of it than any actual ticklish spot. Which apparently is nowhere near her tummy.

As a result, though, he does get the opening to apply raspberry to tummy, which does make her giggle. And grin, sliding her arms around his waist as he moves. Silly John.

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His kisses remain light and playful, too, as he swallows any of her residual giggles by capturing her mouth.

After several such kisses, he pulls away to brush his nose against hers with a grin.

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She gives a bit of a nose-nuzzle back, grinning, too. "Goof." Because it was goofy, and it was absolutely adorable.

She hugs him lightly around the waist. "I love you," she declares, beamingly happy.

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"I love you," he says back, kissing her cheek. "And you like it when I'm a goof, admit it," he adds with a grin.

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"Well, yes. You're adorable when you're a goof," she admits freely, with a laugh. Because it's true and he is and she does.

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"I'm always adorable." Yeah, no modesty whatsoever.

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"And sexy." Rawr. More kissing. And touching.

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He likes the kissing, and the touching, but the moment of playfulness is quickly diminishing. This would be Inara's last chance at any pre-game chatter, because with each passing kiss John keeps altering the mood ever so slightly, moving slowly from the quick, playful kisses to the longer, more sensual and lingering ones.

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And she's fine with that, really. She loves goofball John and seductive John equally well, and as he slides the mood to a more sensual and intimate one she brings her hands up to play along his chest, finding those sensitive spots again and deepening the kiss right along with him.

After all this foreplay, and when she already wanted him from the moment things started becoming more intimate, well. She's more than willing and ready.

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His hands roam down the sides of her body, his touch varying degrees of firmness as he kisses her long and deep. At some point, just before utter breathlessness, he breaks the kiss to work his way back down her body.

And this time, he finally pauses to trail the tip of his tongue around a nipple before sucking on it delicately...

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Her breath catches inward as he does before she sighs softly, slow and low and shuddering. Her fingertips trace down his spine and there's a moment of marveling at the warmth of his body, of his mouth on her body.

Everything seems to tingle as the reality of what they're working towards seems to sink in, her body tensing and tightening in all those familiar ways and yet unfamiliar, too. Because it's never been so loaded or weighty as this, and she loves every moment. Loves him, so very much.

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Fingers replace lips as the trail of wetness spans the expanse of skin from one breast to the other, where he lavishes equal affection. He moans softly, appreciatively to her responses.

After excruciating moments of anticipation, we're sure, he finally resumes his descent, leaving no patch of skin un-kissed. It would be a shame for any of it to go to waste.

He nuzzles her navel momentarily, his hands catching up with the rest of his exploration. Fingers curl around the waist-line of her dress, and as he slides the fabric down, he kisses each inch as it's exposed, being very careful to avoid the really sensitive spots for the time being, skirting around them maddeningly.

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The absence of touch is probably more stimulating than any touches would be, right now. She can feel the warmth of his mouth on her skin and the cool air that brushes in his wake and it makes her sigh, makes her whimper as he moves lower.

It doesn't occur to her in specific words but it does occur to her that this was so, so very worth waiting for, taking their time for. That all of the time they spent leading up to this moment, learning each other outside the bedroom before learning each other in it, contributes to and heightens the sensations.

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The dress gets dropped off the side of the bed, and he sits up a little to take her in, eyes roaming her body admiringly and with deep affection. Oh yes. So glad he held this off for so long.

He runs his hands up her legs to her hips, dropping a kiss on her knee before making a circuitous round of kisses to all the places he missed, savouring each one.

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One sensitive spot after another, and she has to catch her breath before the moan he inevitably draws from her. Her fingertips brush over his shoulder, anchoring herself with small touches even as he sets her whole body a-tingling.