Inara Serra had never made love. Not once among hundreds of encounters.

And she prided herself on the fact that she had never fallen in love, at her ability to separate her career and her personal life.

And she didn't think anything of any of this until sex, which had always been solely based in her working life, made the leap into her personal life and space, invaded her bubble, and became something else.

It was tangled between the sheets - his, not hers, because she conducted her work in her own bed, and neither of them wanted to think about her job after hours, so to speak - that the revelation dawned, and she had to share the wonderful feelings that were welling up from somewhere new and deep within her.

She rolled over, sliding up the person next to her until they were face to face, warm exhalations mixing, limbs gently intertwined.

'Mal,' and it was a whisper, barely heard, 'can we do that again?'

He raised one side of his mouth in a half-smirk, 'What, the mind-blowin' intercourse? 'Cause I'm pretty game for sexin' you up again, and I know you know how to do me, so I don't see why not.'

'No,' she breathed back, completely serious, 'let's make love again.'

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