Fic: All Too Much (Jayne/Zoe, Zoe/Wash)
Title: All Too Much
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: Jayne, Zoe/Wash, hints of one-sided Zoe/Jayne
Prompt: #067 Touch and I’ll be in my bunk
Word Count: 279
Rating: PG
Summary: Zoe finally has the slinky dress.
Notes: Written for coclaim100 and iluvroadrunner6.
Beta: luxuria_oceanus.
Zoe finally has the slinky dress she mentioned once before. It’s as sleek and smooth as she said it would be and it fits perfectly to her body, accentuating her curves. Jayne had brushed past her (by accident, of course) when she was wearing it the first time and ever since had been longing to touch the silky blue fabric again.
Wash has a faraway look on his face every time he sees Zoe wearing it and Jayne is certain that each time he is imagining or recalling slipping the straps down her shoulders and sliding the dress off…
He can’t help but entertain similar thoughts. He is, after all, just a man and Zoe is a woman - and a good looking one at that, particularly in that dress, that beautiful, hot-as-hell dress. Speaking of…
Zoe walks into the mess, wearing none other than the said dress. Her hair is tied in a single ponytail and for a change is perfectly straight. Not a curl is in sight. Hot. Very hot.
Wash grins and waves her over.
Jayne stares and feels the saliva build up in his mouth. Swallowing, he stands and retrieves Vera from the table in front of him. Everyone present turns at his abrupt movement and fixes him with questioning stares.
He frowns.
His eyes go to Zoe’s new dress without his consent. They fill with hunger and he is certain by the scowl Wash aims at him that he isn’t hiding it well.
It’s all too much. He can’t take it.
He takes a last look at the dress, looking Zoe up and down, shakes his head and moves off. “I’ll be in my bunk.”
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: Jayne, Zoe/Wash, hints of one-sided Zoe/Jayne
Prompt: #067 Touch and I’ll be in my bunk
Word Count: 279
Rating: PG
Summary: Zoe finally has the slinky dress.
Notes: Written for coclaim100 and iluvroadrunner6.
Beta: luxuria_oceanus.
Zoe finally has the slinky dress she mentioned once before. It’s as sleek and smooth as she said it would be and it fits perfectly to her body, accentuating her curves. Jayne had brushed past her (by accident, of course) when she was wearing it the first time and ever since had been longing to touch the silky blue fabric again.
Wash has a faraway look on his face every time he sees Zoe wearing it and Jayne is certain that each time he is imagining or recalling slipping the straps down her shoulders and sliding the dress off…
He can’t help but entertain similar thoughts. He is, after all, just a man and Zoe is a woman - and a good looking one at that, particularly in that dress, that beautiful, hot-as-hell dress. Speaking of…
Zoe walks into the mess, wearing none other than the said dress. Her hair is tied in a single ponytail and for a change is perfectly straight. Not a curl is in sight. Hot. Very hot.
Wash grins and waves her over.
Jayne stares and feels the saliva build up in his mouth. Swallowing, he stands and retrieves Vera from the table in front of him. Everyone present turns at his abrupt movement and fixes him with questioning stares.
He frowns.
His eyes go to Zoe’s new dress without his consent. They fill with hunger and he is certain by the scowl Wash aims at him that he isn’t hiding it well.
It’s all too much. He can’t take it.
He takes a last look at the dress, looking Zoe up and down, shakes his head and moves off. “I’ll be in my bunk.”