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Title: Memories Part 3: Passion
Author: damn_hero_zoe
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Zoe/Wash
Author's Note: Zoe's POV; Zoe remembers falling in love with Wash....
Attraction Romance Passion Initmacy
Falling in love is hard sometimes, but beautiful. Wash would make me laugh freely, I could be myself with him. It went slowly at first, jobs and injuries getting in the way ever now and then. I remember the first night we made love. We were on the bridge and our kissing was becoming more and more hungry, more desperate. I was sitting on his lap in the pilot's chair and he pulled back to look into my eyes. My eyes had to be telling him that I wanted him because the next word out of his mouth was "Where?"
I smiled at him. "My bunk." My hands slinked around him, pulling him in for another kiss. He scooped me up in his arms, much to my surprise. He carried me to my bunk and genlty set me down. He was alwayas so gentle with me and I loved him for it. But tonight, that wasn't what I was looking for. I pushed him against the bulkhead and kissed him roughly. His hands slid up the back of my shirt, pulling me closer to him. They were rough and sending shivers down my spine. I pulled back slowly, grinning wickedly, lips swollen from our kisses, and climbed down into my bunk.
He slid down behind me, pushing me against the wall, crushing my mouth once more with him. My hand fumbled behind me, finally finding the button to close and lock the door.
Passion and desire took over as he pulled away from my mouth long enough to pull my shirt over my head. My hands trembled slightly as I unbuttoned his. His mouth moved to my neck, nipping roughly at it as I slipped the shirt from his shoulders. One hand was around my back, crushing me to him, the other working the hooks of my bra. His fingers slide it from my shoulders, his hot mouth following the straps.
As I closed my eyes, head tilting back, he picked me up and laid me on the bed, mouth never leaving my skin. Slowly, cautiously, as though this moment could shatter like glass, we shed each other of the last barrier between us. Once it was gone and we both realized we weren't dreaming, his mouth returned to mine as two became one. He kissed down my jaw to my neck as I lost myself in the pleasure. Somewhere, deep in the back of my mind, a song played, one that told a story as a young woman I had always hoped to find, something I had hoped to find even through the war.
"And there's no where in the world I'd rather be than here in my room, dreaming with you..."