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Andy left him at the door to his penthouse apartment, with a smile and a murmured promise he'd be right back. Inara had been learning where to fight and where to surrender with the fierce over-protectiveness that Andrew wove around him since the hospital. In this case, bringing up the few boxes of Inara's things that they'd brought this visit, he knew it wasn't worth the effort. So instead of kicking up a fuss, Inara made Andy swear to use his powers - the Libra constellation, specifically - to make the job easier. He knew Andy had access to his powers already - nowadays they hardly went a full sixty seconds without touching each other - but for his benefit as much as his boyfriend's, Inara pressed a tender kiss to his bottom lip when they parted. Alone for the moment, Inara turned and looked out over the spacious, chic penthouse entryway. He'd been there countless times before now - including and especially that night he and Andrew had first made love. But it was different, just then. Inara was going to be living there, now, in the aftermath of his studio apartment's destruction. He had a place of permanence in it and it felt surreal and uncertain. Inara drifted forward, into the open living space, eyes falling on the twilit cityscape featured through the many floor-to-ceiling windows running the outer wall. Life itself was in a funny place just then, though. Inara had very few belongings that had survived the explosion. What hadn't been destroyed or irreparably smoke damaged was a small inventory. Only about ten-percent of his clothes were still wearable. Inara hadn't been back to the site. He wondered if Andy or his brothers would even allow it to happen. Arnim and Ashem had overseen most of the collecting of his things. Somewhere on this thread of thought, thinking of his limited wardrobe, Inara shivered in his plain T-shirt. He crossed his arms and looked around the living space, and his eyes fell on an Oxford sweatshirt cast absently over the back of a chair. Inara picked it up gently from its place. He gave one precious moment to draw the fabric to his face and breathe deeply: the smell of Andy washed through him, making his heart sigh and his blood sing. Inara would have stayed there, treating the material like his only source of oxygen, but another shiver skated up his spine. So, he pulled the sweatshirt over his head, grateful for the immediate insulation it offered. The sound of the door opening pricked Inara's ears when he was halfway through putting on the thing. Finally he popped his head through the collar and ran one hand along his neck, gathering his hair in one fist before pulling it out and into the open. Inara let the curtains of copper-limned curls spill all over one shoulder, looking over the mass at Andrew in the entryway.

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Typically, he preferred his name not be mentioned in the same sentence as the word stubborn. In general he thought himself a pretty easygoing person, if not a little hasty at times. On the subject of letting Inara carry his own boxes up to the flat however, he would not budge. He knew that Inara was letting him win this battle, and was thankful for that. With their recent hospital visit, Andy had gone into full nurture mode that tended to cross over into hyper vigilant protectiveness. He smiled into the kiss Inara gave him, tilting up to give his boyfriend a quick peck on the forehead before exiting. [break][break]
As he made the quick elevator trip down to the lobby, he thought further into his own feelings, nearly zoning out until the lift chimed at him. A short walk to his car later and he'd successfully loaded up the boxes from the boot into his arms, decidedly doing as he was told and using the Libra constellation to make the whole process easier. He appreciated that greatly, though there weren't many boxes to grab anyways. The thought made his heart sink with empathy, mournful of all the things lost in the explosion. As he closed the boot of the car with finality, he shook off the dark cloud that had gathered over him, holding the boxes firmly as he walked through the door to the lobby once more. A trail of copper and turquoise stardust clung to him as he boarded the lift once more.[break][break]
Stepping back into the flat, he gently set the remainder of Inara's belongings on the hardwood. Thanks to the zero gravity, he'd been able to make it an only slightly awkward one trip endeavor, which filled him with both pride and sorrow. As he banished the rest of the glittering motes, his eyes met Inara's, and the dark blue Oxford jumper shortly after. He couldn't help but grin, closing the door behind him and making his way over to his boyfriend. As he stepped into the other man's space, he loosely wound his arms around his waist. In what was quickly becoming a habit, he buried his his face in the wavy tresses of dark hair. He took a deep breath, sighing comfortably and tightening his arms around Inara in a lazy but sweet embrace. [break][break]
Burrowing further, he pressed a soft, chaste kiss to Inara's neck, eyes fluttering closed shortly after. He started to sway slowly, as if dancing. He hummed quietly, taking one of his hands from where it rested on his boyfriend's hip and instead intertwining their fingers, drawing their hands together until they were nearly waltzing. As they moved, Andy straightened up, deciding instead to press their foreheads together. He danced them around in small circles, that slowly grew less precise. As he finished the tune he was humming, he stopped their movements, pressing a tender kiss to Inara's lips. [break][break]
He pulled away to look fully at Inara, keeping his boyfriend captive in his arms once more. His heart felt too full, and he bit back the words, feeling unprepared to say them just yet. Andrew was captivated just by the sight, scent, and touch of Inara. A sly smirk broke through the sweetness, a clear indicator that he was about to say something cheesy or ornery or both. "You know, as good as you look in my jumper, I personally think it'd look better on the floor." He murmured, tilting his head to the side appraisingly. "You know...I think you could do without the shirt and trousers too."

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The way Andrew's eyes glittered. The way his lips curled in a special kind of grin that was just for him made Inara's heart flutter. Just having Andy in the same room shoved all of the troubles and logistics plaguing Inara's life aside. He knew they'd only crowded in like wolves because Andy'd been missing, if just for a few minutes. His boyfriend seemed to glide forward and Inara closed his eyes in a bliss so deep it hurt when those hands captured him. Andy's face burrowed in Inara's curtain of hair and his breath - deep and desperate as Inara's had been with the sweatshirt - warmed the tresses. Andrew nuzzled deeper into Inara's mane, and he could sense what was coming, so turned his chin to make his neck more available for the soft kiss that came. Inara murmured an "mmm" that couldn't hope to frame just how content he was. Andrew's grip slowly changed as they started to sway, one of his hands snaring Inara's, his lips humming a gentle tune. And then they were waltzing, foreheads pressed together and Inara felt like the love tearing through his veins would be the death of him - that there was no way he could survive just how much he loved Andrew Tozier. The song came to an end too early - Inara could've danced there in the dark with Andy until their bones turned to dust. And when Andrew leaned in to reward him with a kiss, Inara brought up the fingers not laced with his boyfriend's to the older man's face, brushing his jaw. Andrew pulled their faces far enough apart so they could look in each other's eyes and Inara drank every square inch of his lover's face like a blind man first seeing the world. He could hardly breathe. Andrew's smirk took the moment of complete romance and, like a lightning bolt cleaving a tree to its core, split through it to something darker and more passionate underneath. Inara's eyes glinted in a strange kind of predatory dangerousness. His breathing hitched. Suddenly the creature of love that Andrew nurtured in Inara had gone from blessed peacefulness to a perilous readiness to attack. Inara needed Andrew near him. Needed them to share the same air, to hold one another and talk to one another and stare at one another. But on a very primal level, Inara needed sinful parts of Andrew in sinful ways just as fiercely. They'd not been able to make love in days - not since before the explosion. Inara thought he might go mad with the longing, and knew if Andrew didn't take him, and soon, he'd combust. But Andy wasn't the only one who could play dirty. Inara tilted his head, hair rippling, and gnawed on his bottom lip in thought while his eyes continued to glisten with a ravenous hunger. "Why don't you help me?" he asked - like a dare; like a plea; like a promise.

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For a moment, in what was quickly becoming the norm for him, he was speechless. Partly because he was enchanted by Inara's beauty, his dark hair and shining honey eyes. The other part came from the challenge presented. His brain stuttered at that, halting his train of thought and trapped in an evanescent state of surprise. It quickly passed however, and the split second he'd looked like a deer in the headlights disappeared completely, replaced by total adoration. "I think I might. You'll have to ask nicely though." He answered playfully.[break][break]

With a soft smile, his fingers curled under the hem of the jumper carefully. There was brief wordless pause, eyeing Inara to confirm that this was okay. Finally he moved his hands, grazing over the shirt beneath the sweatshirt softly. After a moment, he lifted the jumper up and over his boyfriend's head. His fingers curled into the belt loops of Inara's jeans, pulling him close once more. In an attempt to guide them, he moved closer to the couch, gently pushing the younger man down first and following shortly after, straddling his lap.[break][break]
As if an intermission, he pressed his lips firmly against Inara's, instigating the passion but allowing his partner to take the lead and deepen the kiss. He was feeling needy however, and found it hard to stop nipping at Inara's bottom lip teasingly. Pulling back just a bit, his fingertips poised to remove the next article of clothing, the shirt that'd been hiding beneath the jumper. His hands gripped the hem of the shirt pulling it up far enough to press a wet, worshiping kiss over Inara's heart, before moving to remove the article completely. His palms moved of their own accord, pressing and skating over the toned skin and muscle in admiration. "How did I get so lucky?" He asked, mouth moving without his permission.[break][break]
For a moment he just stared affectionately, so enraptured with Inara that he almost forget he was supposed to be acting all sly and playing dirty. His dark eyes shined, dancing in the dimness of the flat. "I..." He started, words getting caught part of the way through. His heart twisted, confused and simultaneously overwhelmed with love so much that it hurt a little. He stopped his attempt, throat closing up with emotion, before pressing his forehead against Inara's once more in an almost apologetic manner. "Sorry, words are failing me today."

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Every time Andrew's hands made new contact with him, Inara's breath stalled and it was a scattered trail of small miracles that he ever remembered how to start up again. The sweatshirt was helped off of him so shortly after he'd put it on, but that was fine. Andy's nearness, his words and the fire he lit in Inara's veins had chased away any chill. His boyfriend guided them, pressed and heavy-breathing, to the couch and gently, but firmly pushed Inara onto it. His back arched, chin upturned, straining to keep his face as close to Andy's as possible, but the other man helped him in that area. He climbed onto Inara's lap, knees bracketing his thighs and sealed their lips against each others again. They fought, tooth, tongue and lip. One of Inara's hands kneaded and clawed at Andy's backside while the other snaked up the back of his shirt to dig his nails lightly into the searing skin there. Andrew finished their lip-locked battle with a ruthless nip to Inara's lower one, snatching something between a gasp and a moan from him. Andrew peeled his captive's shirt aside enough to brand a kiss over Inara's heart there, and it nearly shattered, it strained so much under his skin. Then Andy's hands were on his bare torso, and Inara gripped his prize's pelvis out of equal need to steady himself and to hold Andy in his grasp.  "We," Inara corrected, voice cracking gently with emotion. "We got so lucky." Their eyes locked and so much - raw and uninhibited and pure - passed between them it was a wonder the air didn't shake with it. Andrew started to speak, then stopped. Inara's expression softened and encouraged - he understood. There was no way to explain. And no need. The rhythm their hearts struck in flawless unison was the only language that mattered. Andy rested his forehead against Inara's, and the younger man closed his eyes, rasping out a breath through his open mouth. "So don't use them," he advised. Desire sparked and broke out in a maelstrom through his bones. Inara's hands leaped with nimble dexterity beyond him, discarding Andy's shirt, too, leaving them both barren from the waist up. Inara clutched Andrew, lower back and shoulder blade, against him and buried his face in his boyfriend's chest, mouth greedily exploring the skin there, focused mostly on the tattoo over Andy's left pectoral and the vital organ that thundered under his ribs.

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If words failed him a moment ago, they did so even more under the onslaught of affection Inara poured upon him once his own shirt was lost. He let out a soft gasp, his breath adding to the heat between them. The rational part of his brain helpfully pointed out it probably wasn't good to get too physical with his boyfriend fresh out of the hospital, minor wounds sustained or not, but it was drowned out amid the volley of touches and kisses. He gripped Inara's arms to return them to their previous position against his hips, and simply so that he'd have something to ground himself. [break][break]
His spine arched and he tangled his fingers in Inara's hair, breath hitching audibly. "I.." His voice tried once more, breaking under the weight of his emotions. Heart twisting, he willed himself to get the words out finally, to get them off his mind and out into the open. "I need to." It was a start. With his hands still tangled in those dark curls, he carefully brought Inara's face up to meet his eyes. There was a pause, his chest fluttered, and all at once he blurted it out: "Inara, I love you. I love you too." It felt like a weight being lifted and like his soul had been torn asunder all at once. Andy knew he didn't have to fear rejection, not from Inara, but he was so out of his depth at the present moment that it felt as if he'd stepped into a surrealist painting.[break][break]
With the words finally out there, he returned the previous attacks with some of his own, a fervor present in every caress, evey press of his lips against Inara's. In all his days he'd never imagined he'd ever be blessed in this way, he was convinced that like everything else he'd have to work intensely to ever get to this point. But loving Inara came so naturally, so easily to him. His hips rolled involuntarily, drawing a soft moan from him. Between each kiss he whispered his revelation like a prayer, promising his affections to Inara alone like a covenant. Softly repeating 'I love you', never tiring of the way they felt on his tongue, the thrill that they brought to him.

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Andy's hands caught his own, guiding them, anchoring them back on his hips again and Inara was happy to oblige. Fingers were knotted, rough and desperate in his hair. Inara was lost in the moment, his waist crushing against his boyfriend's hamstrings, but Andy's voice, stunted, brought him from his euphoria. Inara's chin was turned. His eyes met Andrew's, and the other man gasped out a string of words. First, Inara's name. He had never thought something could sound so beautiful as his name on Andy's lips. What followed changed that. Inara's lips parted, face alight simultaneously with surprise and soul-deep joy. "I love you too." The words resonated through him. Inara's vision blurred, tears of unbridled happiness welling up. "Andy-" Inara rasped. But the admission Andrew had made stole Inara's ability to speak. To make up for it he decided to form syllables with mouth and tongue, tears sliding down his face periodically, never not smiling, kept lit up from the inside out by Andy's continued mantra. Finally Inara hooked his hands under Andy's rear and stood, wrapping his boyfriend's legs around his own waist. Inara would've been too weak for the move, still a little fatigued in spite of himself from his hospital visit, but stardust swirled around the pair of them, shirking gravity's full grasp. Without breaking their passions, Inara walked them to Andy's room. More stardust filled the air - Inara's hues and those unique to Andrew when he borrowed Inara's powers, spun into the air by their hurricane of emotions and desires. - - - - - Much, much later, Inara stared at yet more stardust that mingled and drifted like dust motes in the air above Andy's bed. It hadn't faded, not entirely, and Inara didn't know if it ever would. Uncharacteristically, thus far in their relationship, Inara held Andy, chin resting atop his boyfriend's head. Their spooning positions hadn't been the only ones reversed. Andy's confession had bled into a reversal of their carnal positions and Inara couldn't decide which side of the sinful coin he loved being on more with Andrew Tozier. "You love me," Inara said, tasting the words, smiling faintly. "You love me," he whispered, like he still couldn't believe it, but couldn't survive if it weren't true.

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Perhaps if circumstances were different, the reaction to his confession would have sent a shock wave of fear through him. In the current instance, however, he was completely at peace, and instinctively moved to swipe the tears that brimmed and fell from Inara's lashes. His attempts were eventually stifled by the flood of need and affection that washed over the both of them. He found himself nearly grinning into their shared kisses, matching the smile shown on his boyfriend's face.[break][break]
For a brief second, Andy was bewildered after being picked up. Before he could go into full protective mode and chastise Inara for lifting him when he should've been taking it easy, he saw the glimmer of stardust and fell right back into the moment. Between the love they shared, glimmering motes of light danced, and for once, or maybe even the second time in his life, he was thankful for his powers. His grasp on Inara's powers came second nature to him now, and it seemed like a perfect accent to their feelings and the bond that was being built even now. [break][break]
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In the dim light of his room, lit up by the shimmering energy still wafting through the air lazily around them, fatigue hit him just as hard as bliss. Andy had come to terms with the fact that he was going to be sore the next few days, and that was perfectly okay with him. Laying in a cage of Inara's arms, he felt he could've drifted to sleep at any time, but he willed himself awake just to enjoy and savor every waking moment. His hair fell in his eyes uncharacteristically as he tried to glance at Inara, hearing his hushed voice break the comfortable silence. Looking up through his bangs, he smiled.[break][break]
"I do." Came the verbal confirmation, with an addendum coming just after, "I...When we were in the hospital it hit me. I didn't say anything because...I don't know. I wanted you to get better and I felt like it might put extra stress on you." He played with the edge of the sheet wrapped around him. A small, nervous laugh escaped him and he smiled sheepishly. "That sounds dumb now that I say it out loud but...I was just really, really worried." His toying with the sheet stopped for a brief second of clarity. It occurred to him that Inara tended to make him nervous, though, it was a good kind of anxiety. The kind he used to get before exams, wanting and stressing about doing his best. Andy wanted to be the best for Inara. "But I do. I love you, Inara."

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Inara didn't say the words expecting or coaxing out a response. But he wasn't keeping them to himself, either. He wanted Andrew to hear him marveling, his heart straining, over them. There hadn't been a moment since Inara had confessed his love for Andy weeks ago that he'd regretted voicing it. And he'd not had a shred of hurt or frustration at Andy for holding off. Inara didn't want to hear the words unless they were true and Andrew couldn't keep them in anymore. And now he had. Andrew explained when the fullness of his love for Inara had hit him. The younger man's expression turned beautifully melancholic at mention of the hospital. Not because of his injuries, or the attack on his apartment, but because of the emotional repercussions it'd had on his loved ones. Inara didn't have space in his chest to worry for his own safety or feel paranoid for it, after the fact. He was too busy trying to mend invisible hurts in his family - in Andy - from it. Part of Inara wanted to scream and thrash indignantly at Andrew's confession being withheld for days longer than it could've been. The rest was glad for the way it'd worked out. Inara didn't think he could write a more beautiful way for Andy's admission to have unfolded. His own musings were stalled when he noticed Andrew fidgeting against him, toying with the sheet. Inara didn't know what all played into it, but he guessed part of it was not being overtly comfortable with the transparency and vulnerability that saying - and reassuring and saying again and and again - he loved the younger man. Inara had never confessed his love for another person in that way. But that's because, he realized, he'd never felt it. It was like his soul had been waiting for Andy. "But I do. I love you, Inara." He didn't understand it. How the string of words could make him just as dizzy now as the first time. Inara moved, using his full hold on Andy to easily roll him onto his back, so that he lay over him, his hair trailing down one bare shoulder to spill down the pillowcase next to Andrew's head. "And I love you," Inara said. Wanting to speak his heart back; wanting Andy to feel as indescribably happy as he did. Inara leaned down and brushed his nose against Andrew's, their overworked lips centimeters apart so that his next words spread a balm on his boyfriend's stubble-grained jaw. "So much I can't- I can't even-" Inara closed his eyes, almost in a wince, pressing his forehead now against Andrew's and clutched him with a marrow-deep need that was almost violent.

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Rolled onto his back, he came face to face with his boyfriend in the dim room, seeing the shadows playing across Inara's face was just as beautiful as watching the sun shine on him. Though his body protested for a moment at the sudden change in position, however small, Andy didn't seem to mind. His lips parted for a brief instant, and then drew into a smile. Secluded in their own world, with the curtain of long hair acting as a barrier, it felt like home to him in a way Astaria hadn't been able to manage.[break][break]
The words drew a flush to his cheeks, barely discernible in the light he was sure, but he could feel his heart surge, uninhibited by anxiety this time. A giddy happiness enveloped him and his smile only spread wider. As the distance closed between them and their noses bumped together, Inara's words breathed nearly into his bare skin. Andy moved, arms winding around Inara's neck in a tight embrace matching the one he received. His brain did it's best to finish the sentence left hanging between them. "So much it hurts sometimes." He breathed, speaking from his own personal experience. Loving Inara made him feel so overwhelmingly vulnerable at times, like his soul had been flayed and laid out for appraisal. [break][break]
Gently, he pulled the younger man closer, pressing their lips together in a chaste kiss and letting them drift away once more. Andy drew delicate patterns with his fingertips against Inara's back, tracing the line of his spine idly. Eventually his hands moved further up, catching a stray length of his boyfriend's long hair. It was still fairly early in the night, and his sore muscles longed for a shower, much as he wanted to fall asleep right then and there with Inara holding him close. Using what strength and leverage he had, he rolled once more and suspended himself over top his companion. "Let's get up. I've half a mind to fall asleep right here and I'm not ready to accept that I'm someone who goes to bed at eight pm."[break][break]
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After a lengthy shower, he found himself sunken into the sofa in the living area. Inara sat in front of him, nestled into the space between his knees, looking through a few boxes stationed within reach. The television was on, playing reruns of Misfits, but mostly just for background noise. He was focused rather, on the soft dark waves that were Inara's hair, still slightly damp from earlier. At first he'd just been fidgeting, toying with the ends, but now he seemed to fall into a pattern built a long time ago. His fingers worked gently and effectively, twisting the strands into braids with practiced precision. The domesticity of the moment didn't escape him, in fact, it stoked the fond feelings in his chest with purpose. Not that Inara could see, but a small smile played across his lips as he worked, simply enjoying the time spent.

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