Title: The Mechanics of Love
Author: [livejournal.com profile] alyse
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Mal, some Mal/Inara implied and some Inara/Kaylee implied
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: Set mid TV series
Word Count: ~900
Disclaimer: Firefly belongs to Joss Whedon, Fox and Mutant Enemy
Author's Notes: Written for [livejournal.com profile] mmom and my [livejournal.com profile] terimaru, because I've been promising her Mal/Inara forever.

Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] browncoat_2x2 for the title.

Summary: Sometimes a man gets to wondering.

~*~

The scrubbers on Inara's shuttle never seemed to work right. He'd get Kaylee working on them if there weren't a hundred other things that needed doing on Serenity and all of them a mite more important than making sure that Inara's shuttle didn't smell of Companion business. Not that it smelled of the whoring - just an overwhelming, sweet scent of incense, maybe even some of that tea she brewed for the high and mighty ones she 'entertained'.

Kaylee seemed to like it there. Whenever the girl went missing, Mal could guarantee finding her making nice with Inara. Inara might fair turn her head, but even Mal couldn't deny the obvious affection Inara held for his mechanic. Long as Kaylee didn't get to thinking that she needed to put on the same airs and graces as her friend, they'd all get along just fine.

He couldn't shake his head of the thought that maybe Inara was sharing a mite more than tea with Kaylee. She was a sweet one, that girl, but Mal weren't of any mind to forget the first time he met her - flat on her back underneath his first mechanic, the one who knew even less, it seemed, 'bout seemly behaviour on board his ship than he did about making Mal's ship sing.

Kaylee made Serenity sing. She made his old ship sing as sweetly as anything, knowing just where to touch her, just how to handle her to get that engine purring like it was fit to simply melt under her touch.

And it weren't that Mal wasn't grateful. He might be a proud man, but he wasn't a stupid one. He knew damned well how lucky he was to have found Kaylee, so if she wanted to spend time with Inara, he wasn't going to object. Much.

It was just he spent far too much time wondering exactly how the two of them spent their time, and he wasn't Jayne. It weren't exactly seemly for him to be having such thoughts, let alone have them keeping him awake at night.

But they did. Mind, he had trouble sleeping some nights. Had since the War. Might be down to that rather than… curiosity.

Not that it didn't make for an interesting picture, if his mind were inclined to stray in that direction. Inara might be highly trained but Kaylee… well, he'd be bound that she had some native talent in making her partners purr too, just as sweet as anything mechanical she put her hands to.

And sometimes, in the blackness of the void, a man got to thinking those things he shouldn't, like picturing his mechanic and his… he weren't sure what Inara was except a major pain in the pegu. And maybe a man got to doing a mite more than thinking.

It was a long time between ports, and it had been even longer since Mal had been inclined to dock anywhere. He had enough complications in his life - and in his crew. He didn't need to be adding to them. So he was back to his old standby - making sure he saw to his own equipment. At the end of the day, even Kaylee might not be able to figure out how it worked as well as he could.

Course, finding some space on this ship where he weren't interrupted in the inspection and cleaning of his weapon would be a gorram miracle. It weren't like he could do a Jayne and openly admit he'd be in his bunk. Sometimes a man just had to stomp and cuss and basically make himself a hun dan to get some gorram peace. And if it meant that Zoe finally lost patience with him and pretty much ordered him off the bridge, or Jayne spent a day or so skulking around the corridors instead of giving Mal the opportunity to let off some steam in another way, well, those were the cards he played with.

Long as he didn't make Kaylee cry again and suffer a week's silence from everyone in retaliation, it was worth it. Course, if he did make Kaylee cry again, his life wouldn't be worth anything. And it weren't fair of him to do it. Weren't like she could help what Mal thought. Weren't like she could help the way his mind wandered, the way it didn't just consider the what she might be doing, but maybe even the who.

Weren't like she had anything to do with that ugly little worm that twisted in a man's chest sometimes when he thought about the things he shouldn't. Weren't like Mal could help it either - he couldn't pin it down or rip it out. It just sat there, burrowing deeper and deeper 'til he fair ached with it.

So instead he picked fights with his crew 'til they were sick of the sight of him. And then he found somewhere quiet, thought about things that weren't seemly and brought himself some short-term relief that eased the ache low in his belly but did nothing to ease the ache in his chest.

It was better that way. For everyone.

Because the scrubbers in Inara's shuttle never seemed to work right, and Mal couldn't go on wondering if the incense was to hide the scent of sex.

The End

From: [identity profile] serena64.livejournal.com


Wonderful. It's been a while since I read any Firefly fic, but I think I may have to go back to it. Loved the tone of this. You really captured Mal's voice well. And I loved the humour and the double-entendre's. Thanks

From: [identity profile] terimaru.livejournal.com


Lovely, lovely, lovely. I like the new line you added "since the War", and the few other changes you made.

I am in awe of your Mal voice and I *adore* that he's a bit jealous of Kaylee maybe making Inara purr. :P

::Squishes you::

Thanks so much, darlin'! It's very shiny!
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From: [personal profile] browncoat2x2


This is fun :oD 'Course, you know how I think it coulda been more fun, but we'll leave it at that ;o>

Will you cross post this to [livejournal.com profile] mal_inara?? I'm sure everyone would love to read it :o)
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From: [personal profile] browncoat2x2


Shame? What is this 'shame' you speak of, that I could be less of it? ;o)

Sure I think it would be okay to post *goes mad with teh power* bwahahahah!

Eh, I haven't done anything mod like there in ages... I suppose I should go through and memory the fic and whatnot *is a bad mod*

But, yes, definately post it if you're of a mind, we're quite starved for anything even remotely Mal/Inara and I think folks will enjoy it! :o)
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From: [personal profile] selenay


I loved this :-) The voice is just great. I should warn you that I've just written a review of it for my site that will be going up later today because I liked it so much ;-)

From: [identity profile] charlie-bz.livejournal.com


Great job with Malthought. Even though I believe he has a very protective, brotherly feeling to Kaylee, he is also a man. And, like you wrote, he can't help but be influenced by how he first met her.

I enjoyed this very much. Thanks for sharing.

From: [identity profile] leonhart-17.livejournal.com


wow...that was incredible! very well written and realistic!

also your username is my middle name in real life! (sorry that's random)
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From: [identity profile] orbitaldiamonds.livejournal.com


Wow... this was awesome. The tone and the words were just perfect--you could have written the Serenity novel as well as or better than whomever did.
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