Firefly. 082. Right Kind of Wrong

[mayorst]

Inara sat stiffly on her couch waiting for the inevitable. She knew Mal well enough to know that he’d come in and have a few choice words, well this time she wouldn’t stand for it. Not at all. Her jaw was set and she inclined her head as she heard the door to the shuttle swish open.

You walk in and my strength walks out the door

She looked up

Comments

[mayorst]

Awww! Thank you so much! I'm glad I roped you in! :-D

[mayorst]

Also, did you read the whole fic, or just this? If you look on my previous entry, it shows the whole thing. :)