This story is being reposted from 2008 as part of this endeavor.
100 words | [PG]
The tear dropped onto Mal’s cheek.
“You stupid, stupid man,” Inara said. “Why do you have to be so noble all the time?”
She carefully wiped the tear and blood from his face, softly kissing the clean skin beneath. She was well aware the doctor was still in the room, but no longer cared.
“I didn’t even get to tell you how I really feel,” she murmured, her lips brushing his.
The doctor cleared his throat. “Uh, he’s not dead. He’s not even unconscious.”
“How ‘xactly you feel ’bout me?” Mal asked, a devilish grin spreading across his face.