For stormkpr: "A Family Affair"
Title: A Family Affair
Author: redshoeson
Written for: stormkpr
Pairing: Zoe/Wash
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,050
Warnings: PWP. In other words, HOMG, teh smex!
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Notes: Written for the wifesoup challenge. Set during the series. An enormous thank you to my beta, meinterrupted, without whom there might not have been a fic at all.
Concrit is love. ♥
A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person. -- Mignon McLaughlin
Wash awakes to Zoe on top of him, kissing down his neck, her long legs framing him. She smiles down, her most intimate parts pressed against the T-Rex pajama pants he's wearing. "Good morning."
Wash grins at her. "This is the best dream ever."
Zoe moves closer to him until their noses touch. "Better than the one where you were wrestling an octopus?"
"Mmmm." Wash leans in, brushing his lips against hers. "Much."
He parts his lips and a sigh escapes as she kisses him, the softness of her lips and the firmness of her touch silencing him. Wash sometimes thinks that they've been married forever; he can't remember a time when he didn't know where to touch her, where to kiss her, where to nibble on her to make her groan. Other times, he thanks everything that is holy that he's allowed to know all of this by heart.
This is one of those times.
He lets her press his arms above his head and pepper kisses down his front, until she reaches the waistband of his pants.
"These," she says, yanking them off, "have to go."
Wash wriggles out of them. "Let the record show that I did not protest."
"Duly noted." Zoe straddles him again. He can feel the heat of her against his bare skin. His body responds, but Zoe works around it, teasing him. It is long minutes before she slides off and lies down next to him, and Wash groans in mock-frustration.
Loving Zoe, physically loving her, is different from loving any other woman Wash was ever with. Zoe isn't a goddess or a princess; she's a living breathing being, and her lovemaking reflects this. Her hands are callused, her body scarred from the battles she's fought. When he enters her, he enters her life, her breath and her soul. Zoe arches up against him, taking him in, and he gives her all of himself in return.
Afterwards, they are breathless. Zoe curls into him, one leg slung over his, her hand on his chest.
She looks up at him. "You know what we need now?"
Wash grins. "More?"
Zoe laughs. "Yes, but besides that."
It takes a moment for Wash to catch on.
"Food," he says. "Definitely munchies."
This is why Kaylee finds Wash rummaging around in the galley, clad only in his pajama pants. From her place, Kaylee can only see his bottom, as his torso is deep in the refrigerator. She giggles, and the sound carries. Wash stands too quickly, hitting his head on the refrigerator. When he grabs his head with both hands, he trips on the bottom of his pants and falls backwards, landing on the ground.
"Ouch!" he says, clutching his head with both hands.
The apples in Kaylee's cheeks are red with the effort to hold back a full-fledged laugh. "Y'okay?"
Wash rubs his head. "I'm fine, just a little dented." He tries to stand, but falls back again, this time spread-eagle.
It is at that moment that Jayne enters the room.
"Hey," he says, his brow furrowing, "I just mopped that."
"That explains why Wash just fell on it." The laugh Kaylee has been holding back escapes, running away through her open mouth. "Twice."
Jayne shrugs. "He is kinda clumsy."
"Who's clumsy?" Simon makes an entrance now, a book in one hand, pen in the other. Seeing Wash on the floor, he says, "Oh."
Jayne crosses his arms. "Not sure what Zoe sees in him, truth be told."
"Right here," says Wash, holding his hands up and pointing to himself. "Laying right here."
"What are you doing on the floor?" says Simon.
"He fell," says Kaylee. "Twice." She walks over and helps him to his feet, giggles still falling from her lips.
Wash takes her hand and stands. "Thank you. You're all dismissed; the viewing is over."
"What was he doin'?" says Jayne, sitting down. He crosses his legs and plants his feet on the table.
"Dunno," says Kaylee. She looks at Wash, who appears to be checking for broken bones. "What was ya doin', Wash?"
"Maybe I should check you out," says Simon. "Just to be safe."
"I'm fine," Wash says. "In fact, I'm going back to my room now, to lay down for a very, very long time. Long enough to forget that all of you have seen me in my unmentionables."
"Wait," says Simon. "Now I'm curious. What were you doing out here?"
Shepherd Book arrives then, followed by River. Wash throws his hands up in the air and says, "My humiliation is complete."
"What's everyone doing in here?" says Book, looking around. "Mealtime already?"
"No," says Kaylee. "See, Wash was laying on the floor and…"
"Sex," says River. "Copulation. The act of bodies uniting as one, defined by, but not limited to, one man and one woman, two women, two men, two men and a…"
"River, that's enough," says Book. "Now what is going on here?"
Everyone looks at Wash, who turns red.
"Zoe and I were engaged in some… explicit activities," he says.
"That was the sex part," River says. "They were having sex. Together. One man and one…"
Book looks at her. River makes a face, but holds her tongue.
"Anyway," says Wash. "I came out for a little post… Sex, River, sex. A post-sex snack. Zoe likes vanilla ice cream, and I saved some from…"
"Vanilla?" says Jayne. "Did you say vanilla? 'Cause I ate that." Wash glares at him. "What? I thought it was community property."
"I wrote, 'This Does Not Belong to You,' on it."
"Oh." Jayne looks around. "Why's everyone lookin' at me? He's the one who was havin' sex."
"Who's bumpin' uglies?" says Mal. When he sees Wash, he says, "Where are your clothes?"
"All over my floor, sir," says Zoe, coming into the room. "Excuse us, we've got some cleaning to do."
Half an hour later, Wash's pants are on the floor again. Wash and Zoe are lying in bed together, their legs entwined.
"We should clean together more often," Wash says. "I do not remember it being like that the last time. There was a broom involved then, I think."
Zoe climbs on top of him, straddling him. "I think we're doin' fine without the broom."
"Oh yes," says Wash. "Broomless is good."
Author: redshoeson
Written for: stormkpr
Pairing: Zoe/Wash
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,050
Warnings: PWP. In other words, HOMG, teh smex!
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Notes: Written for the wifesoup challenge. Set during the series. An enormous thank you to my beta, meinterrupted, without whom there might not have been a fic at all.
Concrit is love. ♥
A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person. -- Mignon McLaughlin
Wash awakes to Zoe on top of him, kissing down his neck, her long legs framing him. She smiles down, her most intimate parts pressed against the T-Rex pajama pants he's wearing. "Good morning."
Wash grins at her. "This is the best dream ever."
Zoe moves closer to him until their noses touch. "Better than the one where you were wrestling an octopus?"
"Mmmm." Wash leans in, brushing his lips against hers. "Much."
He parts his lips and a sigh escapes as she kisses him, the softness of her lips and the firmness of her touch silencing him. Wash sometimes thinks that they've been married forever; he can't remember a time when he didn't know where to touch her, where to kiss her, where to nibble on her to make her groan. Other times, he thanks everything that is holy that he's allowed to know all of this by heart.
This is one of those times.
He lets her press his arms above his head and pepper kisses down his front, until she reaches the waistband of his pants.
"These," she says, yanking them off, "have to go."
Wash wriggles out of them. "Let the record show that I did not protest."
"Duly noted." Zoe straddles him again. He can feel the heat of her against his bare skin. His body responds, but Zoe works around it, teasing him. It is long minutes before she slides off and lies down next to him, and Wash groans in mock-frustration.
Loving Zoe, physically loving her, is different from loving any other woman Wash was ever with. Zoe isn't a goddess or a princess; she's a living breathing being, and her lovemaking reflects this. Her hands are callused, her body scarred from the battles she's fought. When he enters her, he enters her life, her breath and her soul. Zoe arches up against him, taking him in, and he gives her all of himself in return.
Afterwards, they are breathless. Zoe curls into him, one leg slung over his, her hand on his chest.
She looks up at him. "You know what we need now?"
Wash grins. "More?"
Zoe laughs. "Yes, but besides that."
It takes a moment for Wash to catch on.
"Food," he says. "Definitely munchies."
This is why Kaylee finds Wash rummaging around in the galley, clad only in his pajama pants. From her place, Kaylee can only see his bottom, as his torso is deep in the refrigerator. She giggles, and the sound carries. Wash stands too quickly, hitting his head on the refrigerator. When he grabs his head with both hands, he trips on the bottom of his pants and falls backwards, landing on the ground.
"Ouch!" he says, clutching his head with both hands.
The apples in Kaylee's cheeks are red with the effort to hold back a full-fledged laugh. "Y'okay?"
Wash rubs his head. "I'm fine, just a little dented." He tries to stand, but falls back again, this time spread-eagle.
It is at that moment that Jayne enters the room.
"Hey," he says, his brow furrowing, "I just mopped that."
"That explains why Wash just fell on it." The laugh Kaylee has been holding back escapes, running away through her open mouth. "Twice."
Jayne shrugs. "He is kinda clumsy."
"Who's clumsy?" Simon makes an entrance now, a book in one hand, pen in the other. Seeing Wash on the floor, he says, "Oh."
Jayne crosses his arms. "Not sure what Zoe sees in him, truth be told."
"Right here," says Wash, holding his hands up and pointing to himself. "Laying right here."
"What are you doing on the floor?" says Simon.
"He fell," says Kaylee. "Twice." She walks over and helps him to his feet, giggles still falling from her lips.
Wash takes her hand and stands. "Thank you. You're all dismissed; the viewing is over."
"What was he doin'?" says Jayne, sitting down. He crosses his legs and plants his feet on the table.
"Dunno," says Kaylee. She looks at Wash, who appears to be checking for broken bones. "What was ya doin', Wash?"
"Maybe I should check you out," says Simon. "Just to be safe."
"I'm fine," Wash says. "In fact, I'm going back to my room now, to lay down for a very, very long time. Long enough to forget that all of you have seen me in my unmentionables."
"Wait," says Simon. "Now I'm curious. What were you doing out here?"
Shepherd Book arrives then, followed by River. Wash throws his hands up in the air and says, "My humiliation is complete."
"What's everyone doing in here?" says Book, looking around. "Mealtime already?"
"No," says Kaylee. "See, Wash was laying on the floor and…"
"Sex," says River. "Copulation. The act of bodies uniting as one, defined by, but not limited to, one man and one woman, two women, two men, two men and a…"
"River, that's enough," says Book. "Now what is going on here?"
Everyone looks at Wash, who turns red.
"Zoe and I were engaged in some… explicit activities," he says.
"That was the sex part," River says. "They were having sex. Together. One man and one…"
Book looks at her. River makes a face, but holds her tongue.
"Anyway," says Wash. "I came out for a little post… Sex, River, sex. A post-sex snack. Zoe likes vanilla ice cream, and I saved some from…"
"Vanilla?" says Jayne. "Did you say vanilla? 'Cause I ate that." Wash glares at him. "What? I thought it was community property."
"I wrote, 'This Does Not Belong to You,' on it."
"Oh." Jayne looks around. "Why's everyone lookin' at me? He's the one who was havin' sex."
"Who's bumpin' uglies?" says Mal. When he sees Wash, he says, "Where are your clothes?"
"All over my floor, sir," says Zoe, coming into the room. "Excuse us, we've got some cleaning to do."
Half an hour later, Wash's pants are on the floor again. Wash and Zoe are lying in bed together, their legs entwined.
"We should clean together more often," Wash says. "I do not remember it being like that the last time. There was a broom involved then, I think."
Zoe climbs on top of him, straddling him. "I think we're doin' fine without the broom."
"Oh yes," says Wash. "Broomless is good."