Sea-green & Amber

[catko]

Category: Firefly, light Zoe/Inara. Post BDM.
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 200
Disclaimer: Don't own anything
Note: For firefly100 , prompt: "right." Originally for femslash100 , for the 2008 International Day of Femslash, prompt: "Firefly--Inara/Zoe, slip."

Zoe looks in the shuttle door. “Inara? Need a favor. That slinky dress, none of my underthings look right. Thought you might have a slip or somesuch to lend.”

Inara casts a professional eye. “We’re not the same size, but let’s see.” Walks closer, puts a hand on Zoe's waist, scrutinizing. Slides down the hip. “I’m sure I do. What’s the occasion?” As she moves to a trunk near the bed, her amber fragrance hovers; Zoe tilts, slightly, into the warm scent.

“Got a meet at a fancy ’do, and it’s the last thing Wash ever gave me-” Inara turns, billowy silk in her hands. “It’s a wonderful idea. Here, look.” The silk slips through her fingers; she catches it and holds up a soft green shimmer, twitches it enticingly. “It will be lovely on you. Try it.”

Surprised, Zoe stutters. “I’ll just take it, uh-“

“Oh, no. Certainly not.” Inara’s eyes widen as she nears, holding the slip like a veil between them. The amber fragance curls around; again, Zoe leans in. Her eyes flutter closed. Silk slides across her cheek, as Inara’s hand slips around her waist. Not professional this time. Soft whisper. “You must try it here.”