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16th March

Dull routine had taken over quickly, something Wash was used to. His wild imagination helped him fill in the days at the helm of Serenity when he had to pull long, tedious shifts. His wild imagination helped him here as he imagined what the things that they had found strewn across the station could do.

Between that, the cleaning up and figuring out of the station, and the fact that his wife was here with him, Wash was as close to content as he could expect to be. Mostly. If he could now get Zoe to relax, and drop being so paranoid, life would be better still.

He was currently strewn on the bed in the room they'd claimed as their quarters, watching his wife. Something he could never get enough of.

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Wash just smiled at her in return before kissing her again. "Just how relaxed are you feelin', wife?" he asked curiously.

"I'm..." She pulls back a little to take stock of how she feels, right now in this moment. And she nods, looking back at him, a hand reaching out so that her fingers trail across his wrist.

"I'm okay. You're good for me, but we both know that," Zoe says with a little smile.

Wash gave Zoe a wicked grin. "Wonder how many people we've confused?" he mused. "As in them not gettin' us." A common misconception.

"Course, they don't know us," Wash grinned, pushing her back on the bed and kissing her again.

"Let 'em be confused. None of their gorram business," she says. When he pushes her back, Zoe kisses him in return, her fingers tugging him close by the fabric of his clothes.

Wash let himself be pulled close to Zoe, the most intimate moment they'd had for what had seemed like weeks. "I love my wife," he murmured.

"Even when she's actin' crazy, so that's a plus," she says with a small smile against his mouth before kissing him again.

"Stuck in one place. Both of us are gonna be actin' crazy," Wash admitted.

"Think I know a way to take our minds off of it," she says with a little grin before kissing him again, this time with pure intent behind her motives.

"If I'm thinkin' what you're thinkin'... then yeah. Good way to take our minds off it," Wash laughed as he moved to unzip her hoodie.

Zoe's hands move to his to reciprocate. It's been a while, longer than they've ever gone without having sex in their marriage. And once she realizes it, she makes quick work of his clothes, kissing him again, one hand curving around the back of his neck.

It's a fact that Wash was sometimes painfully aware of, especially first thing in the morning. Ever since they'd first fallen into bed together all those years ago, they'd always been highly sexual, and it had been a strain on Wash not to push Zoe when she was still so paranoid about this place.

Arousal flared as she kissed him, and he moved quickly to remove her clothes.

Lips moving up and down his neck, Zoe flips them over, straddlig Wash's hips. "Ain't been very attentive, have I, husband?" she asks, mouth dragging down throat slowly.

Zoe taking charge like that had Wash gazing up at her, then arching his neck as he felt her lips on his throat. "Nope," was his comment in a strangled voice, his hands resting lightly on Zoe's hips. "But makin' up for it now."

"Plan on really makin' it up," she says as her mouth trails across his chest, her lips and tongue creating random patterns on his skin.

"Oh yeah?" Wash asked, fighting not to squirm under her touch, but all that happened was he gave a low whimper as she passed over a sensitive spot.

Zoe works her mouth over that spot for a minute, then moves on, finding others while she trails down his body, hair tickling down his sides with her movement.

Wash brushed Zoe's hair to one side so he could see what she was doing, his breathing quickening as she expertly teased him, murmuring her name.

Zoe's mouth and hands move lower, but she teases. She strokes his inner thighs and kisses across the line where his leg meets his body.

Wash was fighting not to arch up into her touch, but he was fighting a losing battle as he moaned her name.

That's about enough for Zoe, and she moves over his hips, bending to kiss him hard and deep, rocking against him, still teasing, not letting him push inside of her just yet.

Now that Zoe had moved, it meant that Wash could use his hands on Zoe. One hand snacked to the back of her neck as they kissed, tangling in her hair, the other roaming over her back. "Zoe..."

Zoe sits up, pulls him with her so that she's straddling his lap, so that they're chest to chest. After weeks without him (and knowing it's her own fault) she needs to be as close as she can.

Raising her hips just enough,one arm wraps around his shoulders, forehead pressing against his.

Wash pressed her up against him. The feel of skin against skin like that was something he could never get enough of.

"I love you, wife. Never forget that," he whispered, as he moved his hips, pressing into her.

"How could I?" Zoe asks, gasping softly as he moves, one hand moving to tangle in his hair. She moves with him slowly now, taking her time to feel, to enjoy what she's missed since coming to the station.

"Just makin' sure," Wash grinned at her, before bending in to kiss her. They moved together, and Wash was well versed in picking up the tiniest clues from her.