Fic: Of Love and Risk (5/13)
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firefly_fanficTitle: Of Love and Risk
Author: smurf
Summary: She hadn't realized just what it was she liked about the man.
Rating: R (R overall)
Characters: Mal, Zoë, Wash (mention of Jayne, Kaylee)
Pairings: Zoë/Wash, Mal/Zoë (het)
Spoilers/Timeline: for BDM and "War Stories", set before the series, continuation of Part 3
Disclaimer: Not mine, I just like to test drive.
Archive: Please don't
Words: 600 (Total Approx. 8K)
Author's Note: This is mostly written, but as I'm taking my time finishing thought I'd share it piecemeal. There is often a method to my madness.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Night lay deep over Serenity, and Wash's laughter filled Zoë's quarters. "That... we need to go doing that...." He waved a hand over the crumpled sheets and clothes littering the bed and floor.
"Often?" Zoë smiled, lounging against the wardrobe where she'd gone for a blanket, not a thing on and not a care about it.
Wash nodded, smiling like a man who'd just had enough sex to fill him for a year. "Often would more than work." He smiled slyer, noticed because of his recent clean lip, woman had control of a man in some ways. "Was bargaining for just again."
"You think I'd offer so little?" She crossed to snuggle up to him on the bed. Skin as bare as hers, its pale color already showed off the scratches, bites and bruises she'd given. It surprised even her he could give as much and more than she'd wanted.
"Ravage me?" Wash quoted her words from earlier. She remembered the adrenaline still pumping through her from the latest shoot out, moisture between her legs, strong hands having forced him into her quarters.
She almost felt a blush coming to her cheeks, and Zoë hoped he didn't ask why and what had been crossing her mind.
Instead, Wash cocked his head. "So are we... on the mend, mended? You know I really hadn’t meant the harsh words, about the war, about--"
One look from her ended his rambling. The words had been harsh, but mainly she just hadn't known they'd hurt so much, that the war was still so close to the surface. Cold and distance, it had been her refuge in the war, and sadly she'd given the same to Wash in response. Hadn't properly talked to the man who'd been sharing her bed in the two weeks since, up until she'd pulled him into her quarters.
Wash still held her close. "No need to really answer that. I like the mystery. You're a woman, ain't supposed to get you. That's fine."
Zoë shook her head and turned to look at him. "I... it wasn't about you. I was wrong to make it so."
"Oh," Wash mouthed, and then started another smile.
"Not to be used against me." Zoë leaned back, and glared.
Wash raised his arms in defeat. "Course not." He rose his eyebrows, lowered his eyes. "Promise to never do it again."
She smiled. "Don't think I can." Two weeks without and she'd missed his touch, the closeness of another person. But this, the light banter between them, the way he washed the world and her past away, that was what she'd missed most.
"Food?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her, in what had to be the most immaturely unsexy way. "I did just ravage, sweetheart." He drew her closer into his arms, nibbled on her neck.
Sighing, Zoë rose from the bed, shaking her head. Her quarters, she was to run for provisions. Not that Mal and the crew didn't know, more out of habit. "Sure, baby, but only 'cause of the ravaging," she said, shrugging on a shirt and shimmying into pants.
"I can give sex in payment." Wash smiled from the bed, settled into the sheets and pillows.
Zoë's glare didn't quite hold the force she wanted. "Just sex?"
"I ravaged." His face did the shock thing she always liked.
"Just don't complain about the spoils if all I get in return is mere sex," Zoë spoke over her shoulder as she mounted the ladder. There was a lightness in her she'd thought long gone, and ravaging sex had nothing to do with it's returned presence.
Author: smurf
Summary: She hadn't realized just what it was she liked about the man.
Rating: R (R overall)
Characters: Mal, Zoë, Wash (mention of Jayne, Kaylee)
Pairings: Zoë/Wash, Mal/Zoë (het)
Spoilers/Timeline: for BDM and "War Stories", set before the series, continuation of Part 3
Disclaimer: Not mine, I just like to test drive.
Archive: Please don't
Words: 600 (Total Approx. 8K)
Author's Note: This is mostly written, but as I'm taking my time finishing thought I'd share it piecemeal. There is often a method to my madness.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Night lay deep over Serenity, and Wash's laughter filled Zoë's quarters. "That... we need to go doing that...." He waved a hand over the crumpled sheets and clothes littering the bed and floor.
"Often?" Zoë smiled, lounging against the wardrobe where she'd gone for a blanket, not a thing on and not a care about it.
Wash nodded, smiling like a man who'd just had enough sex to fill him for a year. "Often would more than work." He smiled slyer, noticed because of his recent clean lip, woman had control of a man in some ways. "Was bargaining for just again."
"You think I'd offer so little?" She crossed to snuggle up to him on the bed. Skin as bare as hers, its pale color already showed off the scratches, bites and bruises she'd given. It surprised even her he could give as much and more than she'd wanted.
"Ravage me?" Wash quoted her words from earlier. She remembered the adrenaline still pumping through her from the latest shoot out, moisture between her legs, strong hands having forced him into her quarters.
She almost felt a blush coming to her cheeks, and Zoë hoped he didn't ask why and what had been crossing her mind.
Instead, Wash cocked his head. "So are we... on the mend, mended? You know I really hadn’t meant the harsh words, about the war, about--"
One look from her ended his rambling. The words had been harsh, but mainly she just hadn't known they'd hurt so much, that the war was still so close to the surface. Cold and distance, it had been her refuge in the war, and sadly she'd given the same to Wash in response. Hadn't properly talked to the man who'd been sharing her bed in the two weeks since, up until she'd pulled him into her quarters.
Wash still held her close. "No need to really answer that. I like the mystery. You're a woman, ain't supposed to get you. That's fine."
Zoë shook her head and turned to look at him. "I... it wasn't about you. I was wrong to make it so."
"Oh," Wash mouthed, and then started another smile.
"Not to be used against me." Zoë leaned back, and glared.
Wash raised his arms in defeat. "Course not." He rose his eyebrows, lowered his eyes. "Promise to never do it again."
She smiled. "Don't think I can." Two weeks without and she'd missed his touch, the closeness of another person. But this, the light banter between them, the way he washed the world and her past away, that was what she'd missed most.
"Food?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her, in what had to be the most immaturely unsexy way. "I did just ravage, sweetheart." He drew her closer into his arms, nibbled on her neck.
Sighing, Zoë rose from the bed, shaking her head. Her quarters, she was to run for provisions. Not that Mal and the crew didn't know, more out of habit. "Sure, baby, but only 'cause of the ravaging," she said, shrugging on a shirt and shimmying into pants.
"I can give sex in payment." Wash smiled from the bed, settled into the sheets and pillows.
Zoë's glare didn't quite hold the force she wanted. "Just sex?"
"I ravaged." His face did the shock thing she always liked.
"Just don't complain about the spoils if all I get in return is mere sex," Zoë spoke over her shoulder as she mounted the ladder. There was a lightness in her she'd thought long gone, and ravaging sex had nothing to do with it's returned presence.