Proper Meeting (SPN/Firefly, Sam/Inara)
Title: Proper Meeting
Rating: R
Fandoms: Supernatural/Firefly
Pairing: Sam/Inara
Disclaimer: Neither Supernatural nor Firefly belong to me.
Summary: "We really must stop meeting like this."
Prompt: From darkmagic_luvr at comment_fic : Sam/Inara, bar fights and con jobs.
Inara was at a very respectable party while her unrespectable travel companions lived up to their unrespectable reputations. She smelt the rose before she felt it, brushing against her cheek softly under the direction of whoever stood behind her.
She turned.
XX
He was the uncivilized man who threw another into her table with a solid punch. It sent her drink crashing to the floor and splashing onto her footwear. She had looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, ignoring the unconscious man before her.
The winner looked abashed. “Sorry about that, ma’am,” he said.
“Sam!” someone called from the other side of the room. “Let’s go!”
Inara still had her eyebrow raised.
“Um -,” Sam pulled money out of his pocket and tossed it on the bar. “Get her another drink, okay?” he told the bartender.
He gave her one last apologetic nod (“Ma’am.”) and ran out the door.
Her lips pulled upward in a smile.
He was charming…in a certain sense.
XXX
He was not, however, a man in high standing and, the moment he was left in her room, she moved behind him and a slipped her arm around his throat. There was a knife held expertly in her fingers.
“You are not who I was supposed to meet,” she said.
“You knew what he looked like?” Sam asked, confused.
“No, I simply know what you look like.”
She couldn’t see his expression but there was a noticeable pause. “Huh.” Then, his large hand encircled her wrist. He shoved the knife away and twisted just in time to catch her swinging fist. Then, he was facing her and there was a spark of recognition. “Oh, it’s you.” He grabbed her other hand as she brought the knife up again, spinning her around until her back was pressed up against his chest. “Hi.”
She threw her head back into his face.
“Oh!” He stumbled backward. Holding one hand over his nose, he raised the other hand in a pacifying gesture. “Okay. Just…wait.”
She waited, knife twisting in her fingers. “First, a bar fight and now…”
“A con job,” Sam admitted, gingerly feeling along where the back of her head had met his face. “Nothing against you or anything.” He waved his pacifying hand around her room. “This was just to keep cover,” he swore.
She nodded. “A bar fight and a con job: we really must stop meeting like this.”
He dropped his hand from his face and smiled at her, dimples appearing at the edges of his mouth and amusement creeping into his eyes. He nodded. “No problem.”
XXX
He stood behind her in expensive clothing and slicked back hair, a rose in hand and a mischievous smile on his face. “Hello, good lady,” he said, his tone proper. “My name is Sam and you are…”
She took the rose from his hand and breathed in the sweet scent. “Inara,” she allowed. She gave mischievous smile of her own. “It’s nice to make your acquaintance.”
Rating: R
Fandoms: Supernatural/Firefly
Pairing: Sam/Inara
Disclaimer: Neither Supernatural nor Firefly belong to me.
Summary: "We really must stop meeting like this."
Prompt: From darkmagic_luvr at comment_fic : Sam/Inara, bar fights and con jobs.
Inara was at a very respectable party while her unrespectable travel companions lived up to their unrespectable reputations. She smelt the rose before she felt it, brushing against her cheek softly under the direction of whoever stood behind her.
She turned.
XX
He was the uncivilized man who threw another into her table with a solid punch. It sent her drink crashing to the floor and splashing onto her footwear. She had looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, ignoring the unconscious man before her.
The winner looked abashed. “Sorry about that, ma’am,” he said.
“Sam!” someone called from the other side of the room. “Let’s go!”
Inara still had her eyebrow raised.
“Um -,” Sam pulled money out of his pocket and tossed it on the bar. “Get her another drink, okay?” he told the bartender.
He gave her one last apologetic nod (“Ma’am.”) and ran out the door.
Her lips pulled upward in a smile.
He was charming…in a certain sense.
XXX
He was not, however, a man in high standing and, the moment he was left in her room, she moved behind him and a slipped her arm around his throat. There was a knife held expertly in her fingers.
“You are not who I was supposed to meet,” she said.
“You knew what he looked like?” Sam asked, confused.
“No, I simply know what you look like.”
She couldn’t see his expression but there was a noticeable pause. “Huh.” Then, his large hand encircled her wrist. He shoved the knife away and twisted just in time to catch her swinging fist. Then, he was facing her and there was a spark of recognition. “Oh, it’s you.” He grabbed her other hand as she brought the knife up again, spinning her around until her back was pressed up against his chest. “Hi.”
She threw her head back into his face.
“Oh!” He stumbled backward. Holding one hand over his nose, he raised the other hand in a pacifying gesture. “Okay. Just…wait.”
She waited, knife twisting in her fingers. “First, a bar fight and now…”
“A con job,” Sam admitted, gingerly feeling along where the back of her head had met his face. “Nothing against you or anything.” He waved his pacifying hand around her room. “This was just to keep cover,” he swore.
She nodded. “A bar fight and a con job: we really must stop meeting like this.”
He dropped his hand from his face and smiled at her, dimples appearing at the edges of his mouth and amusement creeping into his eyes. He nodded. “No problem.”
XXX
He stood behind her in expensive clothing and slicked back hair, a rose in hand and a mischievous smile on his face. “Hello, good lady,” he said, his tone proper. “My name is Sam and you are…”
She took the rose from his hand and breathed in the sweet scent. “Inara,” she allowed. She gave mischievous smile of her own. “It’s nice to make your acquaintance.”