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“Wash? Honey? You awake?”
Wash only grunted in response, and shifted a little in his sleep. Annoyed, Zoë nudged him. “Wash. You gotta wake up.”
“But Mommy I dun wan’ go to school,” he mumbled, pulling away from her.
“Hoban Washburne, get up right now!” Zoë commanded, slipping back into her war voice.
It had the intended effect. Wash shot up, scrambling out of her bed, realizing too late that he was naked. Still fogged by sleep, he tried to cover himself by pulling the sheet off the bed. Unfortunately for him, Zoë was sitting on it, and he overbalanced, falling backward onto the floor. The jolt of his naked behind forcibly meeting the rug-covered metal woke him up completely. “What? What’s going on? Are we going to crash?”
She couldn’t help but laugh hysterically. “No, babe, we’re not crashing,” she managed to get out between laughs. “But you do need to get dressed and get to your own bunk.”
Wash stood up, rubbing his backside. Instead of reaching for his clothes, he leered at Zoë and crawled toward her. “Now, since I’m very much awake, you wanna put me to use?”
She playfully swatted his shoulder when he reached her. “Honey, you know we can’t.” He silenced her with a rough kiss, one hand reaching up to cup the back of her head. Zoë let herself go, deepening the kiss, forgetting for a moment why exactly she was trying to kick him out of her bed.
Wash started kissing down her neck, his hands running over her naked body. She moaned, and he took that as his cue to lay her back onto the bed. His kisses and her groans of pleasure became more frantic, and when he slid into her, she was more than ready. The frantic pace kept up until they both collapsed with exhaustion, breathing hard. “You really should wake me up like that more often Zoë,” he panted, nibbling on her ear.
Zoë nodded, murmuring her appreciation into his ear. Wash feigned shock. “And here I thought you were a lady!” She smirked back at him, and he growled at her. “But I like you just fine as is, Miss Allyene.”
“And you, Mr. Washburne, are pretty damn good yourself,” she said, running her hand up his bicep. She leaned up and nipped at his neck. “But you still need to dress yourself and hightail it up to your own bunk.”
Wash sighed and rolled over, lying on his back. “Zoë, why are you so paranoid about us getting caught? We’re two consenting adults-”
“Who work for a man who would just as soon space us both as see us together.”
Wash propped himself on one elbow and looked at her, his face serious. “I think we should tell Mal. We can’t keep sneaking around like this forever, and he’s not stupid. Besides,” he said, leaning over to kiss her, “I might wanna marry you someday.”
Zoë kissed him back, reaching up to cup his cheek. “I think I’d like that.”
Wash only grunted in response, and shifted a little in his sleep. Annoyed, Zoë nudged him. “Wash. You gotta wake up.”
“But Mommy I dun wan’ go to school,” he mumbled, pulling away from her.
“Hoban Washburne, get up right now!” Zoë commanded, slipping back into her war voice.
It had the intended effect. Wash shot up, scrambling out of her bed, realizing too late that he was naked. Still fogged by sleep, he tried to cover himself by pulling the sheet off the bed. Unfortunately for him, Zoë was sitting on it, and he overbalanced, falling backward onto the floor. The jolt of his naked behind forcibly meeting the rug-covered metal woke him up completely. “What? What’s going on? Are we going to crash?”
She couldn’t help but laugh hysterically. “No, babe, we’re not crashing,” she managed to get out between laughs. “But you do need to get dressed and get to your own bunk.”
Wash stood up, rubbing his backside. Instead of reaching for his clothes, he leered at Zoë and crawled toward her. “Now, since I’m very much awake, you wanna put me to use?”
She playfully swatted his shoulder when he reached her. “Honey, you know we can’t.” He silenced her with a rough kiss, one hand reaching up to cup the back of her head. Zoë let herself go, deepening the kiss, forgetting for a moment why exactly she was trying to kick him out of her bed.
Wash started kissing down her neck, his hands running over her naked body. She moaned, and he took that as his cue to lay her back onto the bed. His kisses and her groans of pleasure became more frantic, and when he slid into her, she was more than ready. The frantic pace kept up until they both collapsed with exhaustion, breathing hard. “You really should wake me up like that more often Zoë,” he panted, nibbling on her ear.
Zoë nodded, murmuring her appreciation into his ear. Wash feigned shock. “And here I thought you were a lady!” She smirked back at him, and he growled at her. “But I like you just fine as is, Miss Allyene.”
“And you, Mr. Washburne, are pretty damn good yourself,” she said, running her hand up his bicep. She leaned up and nipped at his neck. “But you still need to dress yourself and hightail it up to your own bunk.”
Wash sighed and rolled over, lying on his back. “Zoë, why are you so paranoid about us getting caught? We’re two consenting adults-”
“Who work for a man who would just as soon space us both as see us together.”
Wash propped himself on one elbow and looked at her, his face serious. “I think we should tell Mal. We can’t keep sneaking around like this forever, and he’s not stupid. Besides,” he said, leaning over to kiss her, “I might wanna marry you someday.”
Zoë kissed him back, reaching up to cup his cheek. “I think I’d like that.”