Diversions and Delights....

Inara's Shuttle

'This must just be between us, ok?"
The words still flounced about in Kaylee's head even a week later and if she thought about it harder, made her a trifle warm, wet even. She'd never imagined.
'When I came onboard I told the Captain that I'd not be servicing any crewmembers. But seeing as there was no money exchanged orpromise of same I would hardly call it "service". Say rather mutual exchanges of admiration.'
Kaylee had to smile in appreciation of Inara's tact and beautiful manner of speaking.
'Y'know, I never woulda thought of putting it that way. That is to say if I put it at all that is.' replied Kaylee as she blushed a bit at the reminder of the past three hours.
'Not that I would have...'she trailed off there.
The sultry and graceful figure held out her hand under Kaylee's chin and lifted it up, forcing her to look forward. The figure was nude and in the strong backlight
it was imposible to discern any features of her face or body, save the smooth outline But Kaylee knew she was being politely scrutinzed. Everything Inara did was polite, none the less she groped for a blanket and pulled it over her own naked curves. And she was a very curvy girl. Barely more than than a girl in fact. On the other hand it was impossible to determine Inara Serra's age. She could have been 60 or she could have been 23.
Kaylee thought of this and pondered the other woman's worldliness and youthful appearance as they held one another after the act of lovemaking. She
really only seemed without experience when when she was around Mal. She had to wonder about that as well, the nature of the thing.
It dawned on her in that moment that she knew next to nothing about the others on the ship.
The Captain was inscrutible and one never knew what he would do or why. And why the hell did a Shepherd know so much about guns, and Alliance procedures?
In truth, only the biggest misfit of the entire group of misfits seemed without some shroud over her...River Tam. The girl was a mystery, as was her past. But that didn't seem to matter, not Kaylee, nor to the feelings she stirred in the young mechanic. But River was...not ...not right.
but there was an air of truth to her and what little she said. Indeed, it was River that bropught Kaylee, indirectly, to visist the shuttle that Inara rented from Malcom Reynolds, the captain and owner of Serenity, the spaceship she maintained and kept flying. She was a Firefly class of ship and the first she'd flown in despite being the mechanic she was.

'Jayne, wouldja hurry up with that gorram chopsaw? Alliance may be on us any minute according to Wash.' Urged Mal Reynolds.
'Machine only works as fast as it works Cap'n. If I could wish on it to go faster and move the booty on board besides, I would.'
'Alliance ain't all that I'm worried on Jayne. This here is territory been known to host reavers.'
'Gorram it Mal, ya gotta remind me of that while I'm working?' replied Jayne, visably sweating in his space suit, from fear or exertion, maybe both.
As the final cut completed it's circuit of the outer airlock door the the separated portians of the hull blew out into space as the O2 inside rushed out and became instantly 'space junk'. The verse was full of this so nothing unusual there.
But there was a bulkhead with another inside hull in place behind this.
Jayne and Malcom swore in tandem at this new development.
'I'll try'n pop the hatch cap'n.' Jayne sighed 'That is, if you think this haul is worth it.'
'I do, so long as we got the time. Ain't had a payday in near on a month.'
'Don't I know it.' Jayne mumbled into the face shield of his suit.

In deep space Inara couldn't conduct her own affairs as a companion, a highly skilled and long-trained escort. She couldn't find the kind of work she desired and somewhat less than she deserved. She was a woman who could entertain herself typically but when Kaylee showed up at her shuttle door asking to have her hair done in some other fashion that her typical striaght and even tangled style she admitted her.
100 strokes is considered the approptiate amount to brush hair and diistribute the oils. The scalp is a potent errogenous zone however, whomever may be doing the brushing. So long without any sexual contact had left Kaylee feeling that something was missing. An earthy and sexual thing as her could hardly expected to go without for so long.
Inara suddenly stopped brushing. 'Tell me if I[m crossing any boundries.' she said, leaning down and wrapping her arms around the girl.
Kaylee looked up at her and gushed out 'I'm nervous.' She had felt it, same as Inara.
"That's alright, I'm not.'
'Of course you're not.'
'I just meant that it might make up for your anxiety is all. after all, I do read body language pretty well, remember?'.
'You mean...?'
'Yes, I find you as lovely as you find me. No use denying it little one, I see and feel it.'
She was caught, a prisoner of her own previously unknown and unrecognized desires.And she flushed as such, cheeks hot as she felt her own self betrayed.
'But...'
'No buts.' Inara finished. 'I know this.I know this is what you want, at least once.'
Underneath the facade Kaylee had to acknowledge that it was indeed what she had thought long on, ever since being touchecd by the bewitching and wise woman.
Could she or couldn't she?
Would she or wouldn't she?
Moment of truth.
She leant her head up and back to touch her lips to Inara's.It wasn't bad at all, not at all like a man. Subtler. Then a little harder, more passionate. Still not at alll like a man's kiss. This last she hadn't felt in a long while too. She reached up and and placed her arm and hand around Inara's neck.
Inara took her cue from there.

Jayne looked around cautiously. The mention of reavers made him fair nervous. There was no longer O2 on the ship they were out to loot but he had a superstious bent when it came to those masochistic caninibals. Not much else scared him. Not once did he put down his piece til he ran accross someting worthwhile looking.. It was an marked crate in the hold.
'Hey, Cap'n. have a looky over here!'
Mal opened the crate and with an exclamation shouted 'yes! I knew Alliance were using passanger and setteler ships to haull illicit cargo!'
'We got 'em by the ass gentlemen and ladies!'
'Uh, Cap'n, ain't no one here 'cept you and me.'
''You're point being?'
'Well, seing as it's only us don't seem seem to me to see many ladies about;'
'Well Jayne, gonna be plenty ladies in your futute This is much too valueable a cargo to toss aside with out we give it al li'l thought first. And now I think on it hard cash is worth more hard cash than it would seem..'
It was true enough that platinum or gold was worth more than it's weight in credits. And a fair target for pirates if some happened by and stopped for a look into the drifting ship.
'I want to know the whys of this treasure ship being adrift though.' remarked Malcolm.
'Who's askin'? replied Jayne, 'so long as we make out good.'
'It's a matter of self-interest. and not only that it's the right thing to do.'
'Don't know as I care much about that last.' It was a typical responce of Jayne's.

She was kissed back harder still, yet still with that grace and loveliness that seemed to define Inara. Her long dark hair fell down around Kaylee's face and she loved the feel of it. The soft brush of it covering her head. Ticling her neck, her nose. It made her feel less self-conscience, her not being able to see much. Inara had held her head upwards toward her own as she stood behind the barefoot girl but she now loosened her touch to a gentle caress, stroking Kaylee up and down her face and downwards to spirlal around the bend in her arms. It was a sensitive spot she knew, especially in women. If her many years of training and practice at the comanion house had taught her one thing it was how to entice and make love to a woman. She understood and relished the new feelings she knew this girl was feeling. It was even awe-inspiring. It was a little too soon to touch her breasts or anywhere else, as she would have liked to have done. Patience was a valuable comodity in her trade.
For now she contented herself with the radiant energy emanating from this lovely girl. She did wonder why it had been so long since anyone had taken her like this however.
The time was right now and she cupped the very ample breasts in hands and encouraged by the sharp intake of breath she lightly pinched the nipples and flicked them with her immaculate nails. She was rewarded with an even larger intake of breath and a sigh as she felt Kaylee go limp. This was the cue she had been waiting for.

Captain Reynolds and Jayne tugged the bounty aboard, aided by the lack of gravity, until they hit the cargo hatch of serenity that is. The crate droppped as they jumped out of the way. River Tam, in her characteristic quient manner appeared behind Jayne. Like a ghost she seemed to appeard suddenly.
Leaning over his side she remarked 'Platinum, high grade...1557.'
'Yahhh!' Jayne yelled as he jumped. 'In earnest Cap'n, can't you do sompthin' about her?'
'She's right though. Although how she could see through a wooden crate is beyond me.' Mal replied. 'So li'l one, how do you know?' he asked River.
She looked at him quizically and asked 'You can't see?'
"I can see 'cause I happened to look.'
'They're coming for you because you took the bait.' Very little she said made any sense.Mal gave it little thought.
'Well, in that case we should make ourselves scarce, yeah?'
'They'll get you anyway.' she replied
not a second sooner Wash, the pilot's voice came over the intership com system "Captain, we got Alliance gunships not three clicks away. Closing on our locale.'
'It's a gorram trap!' the Captain yelled back, 'Get ready for hard burn on my mark!'
'Got it!' Wash called back.
Mal charged through the dining area to the engine room where Kaylee spent most of her time.
'Where in the ruttin' hell is that girl?!' he yelled to the empty room with it's spinning main engines.
Inara typically turned her com off when doing business or pleasure, or both. Neither she nor Kaylee heard the warning. The first indication came to Kaylee while Inara's head was between her thighs. Most wouldn't have paid it any mind but when she heard the whine of the engines and moan of the bulkheads she knew the ship was geared for a burn.
The thought was quickly dashed from her mind however. Orgasm has that effect. It had been a revelation to her. That her clitoris could be manipulated in this way, to say nothing of the rest of her. Inara sucked the tiny sensitive pearl into her mouth and lapped it with her tongue, two of her fingers in Kay's pussy, pressing upwards til she felt the girl's legs convulse and her vagina clamp down on her fingers.
This girl is clearly a creature of the earth, was her unlikely thought as the convulsions ripped through her as well, with the part of her that was all detachment from this act of pleasure. The rest of her simply reveled in having given a new and unexpected gift to this girl, and not a little pleased at the power she held over her in that moment.
'No, no, please, that's enough. It's...it's more than enough. Please' In that moment she wanted to make Inara feel the same as she did. She also delighted in knowing this elusive woman in a way she never had. Not for any feeling of power, nor even of pleasure but to simply understand her.

Mal passed Shepherd Book in his dash to the cockpit.
"You seen Kaylee?' he demanded.
'If I see her I'll surely tell her she's needed'. Book replied. 'Now what's all this about Alliance ships?'
'Ain't no time to jabber Shepherd.'
'Well, if I can help in any manner...' Book shouted at the Captain as he ran down the hall.
Mal took a second to turn and with all gravity say 'Not unless you're a good hand with a gun preacher, when we get boarded.'

In the lush and dim comfort of Inara's starboard side shuttle Kaylee had warmed enough, aided by the gushing orgasm she had a few minutes previously ran her fingers around Inara's firm and soft form, still not quite comfortable with pushing her hand to the older woman's nether regions. So new to her. She had never known this side of herself.
She had discarded the blanket in favor of soft and sweaty skin on skin. The knock on the shuttle door was a jarring reminder of the world outside.
'Come in.' Inara called.
Shepherd Book pushed his reluctant head in, he'd been surprised in this region of the ship before. And although a man of the cloth he might be, he was a man none the less.
Inara lay under the warm orange light totally nude and totally without shame. Kaylee however clutched at a shawl and unsuccessfully attempted to cover herself.
"Oh..oh my...' Book gasped. Never truly shocked but he felt obliged to wear the mask. 'If I'm...uh, the...uh Captain needs you in the engine room Kaylee.' He stammered as he withdrew.
Kaylee realized this was bad, instantly. She tossed on one of Inara's silk robes with which she had covered herself while heading out the door.
Always so considerant she briefly turned and told Inara 'If'n I get grease on this I'll buy ya a new one just like it.'
She took a step and turned again and said, with all humility '...and...thanks, for everything.
I just wanted you to know that if we happen to get blowed up.' Not that we're likely to get...'s
Inara stood bare as the day she was born and replied 'It's nothing, about the robe I mean. And for the rest...' she blushed and lowered her her head, 'you honor me. Thank you.' as the curvy little woman dashed off to her engine room.