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psalm_onethirtyoneTitle: Flying
Fandom: Firefly
Characters/Pairings: Wash/Zoe/Mal
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carmarthen, for the Fic Drive.
Mal doesn’t want her to think he’s jealous (what kind of 白痴 would be jealous over his second-in-command, anyway? she’s not his wife, she’s not his lover, she’s not his ship) so he tries to keep away after Zoë and Wash get married, staying mostly to his cabin or bothering Kaylee in the engine room. It almost works, too, until one day when she calls him to the bridge, saying, “It’s an emergency, sir. We need you immediately.”
He dashes down the wrought-iron hallway, his boots clanging on the floor. When he gets to the cockpit where Wash and Zoë are waiting, she looks at him seriously, pressing her lips together.
“What’s the emergency? Zoë?”
The corner of her mouth twitches. He immediately turns to Wash, who’s outright grinning.
“你不是人! What in the name of 操 is going on?”
“You gotten shy all of a sudden, sir?”
“Yeah,” says Wash. “Because I haven’t seen you in this room, oh, since I took Zoë to the altar all blushing and virginal.”
Mal folds his arms. “Ain’t that a damned lie. I’ve been up here--”
“Twice, sir. Since I got married.”
“I’m trying not to crowd you,” he protests, eying Wash; Wash’s grin is just getting bigger, and he’s leaning back in his chair obnoxiously.
“We could do with a bit of crowding,” Wash says.
“What are you talking about?”
Zoë, tall and strong and sleek as the sheeting on Serenity’s sides, reaches out and grabs him by the collar, draws him in and kisses him. In the closeness he can smell the faint scent of static electricity and power on her, feels the curl of her hair like wire. When she lets him go he stares at her, trying to say something intelligent.
“Uh--”
“What the lady’s trying to tell you, captain, is that we’d like you to join us this evening.”
“Why the hell--?”
“You’re my captain, sir.”
It’s hard to think with that kiss still on his mind and Wash’s expectant look, but he has presence of mind enough to say, “Zoë, ain’t any decent captain expects that of his second-in-command.”
“I know,” she says. She’s rutting beautiful, she’s space. She’s--
“All right, let’s get this show on the road.” Wash springs to his feet and kisses Zoë, then reaches for Mal, and Mal just gives up on trying to get anything useful from his brain. He’ll work it out later.
“Well, lock the 王八羔子 door at least. Last thing I need is Kaylee walkin’ in and seeing this.”
“What are you talking about?” Wash says, unbuckling his pants. “I’m taping the whole thing for her.”
Fandom: Firefly
Characters/Pairings: Wash/Zoe/Mal
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carmarthen, for the Fic Drive.Mal doesn’t want her to think he’s jealous (what kind of 白痴 would be jealous over his second-in-command, anyway? she’s not his wife, she’s not his lover, she’s not his ship) so he tries to keep away after Zoë and Wash get married, staying mostly to his cabin or bothering Kaylee in the engine room. It almost works, too, until one day when she calls him to the bridge, saying, “It’s an emergency, sir. We need you immediately.”
He dashes down the wrought-iron hallway, his boots clanging on the floor. When he gets to the cockpit where Wash and Zoë are waiting, she looks at him seriously, pressing her lips together.
“What’s the emergency? Zoë?”
The corner of her mouth twitches. He immediately turns to Wash, who’s outright grinning.
“你不是人! What in the name of 操 is going on?”
“You gotten shy all of a sudden, sir?”
“Yeah,” says Wash. “Because I haven’t seen you in this room, oh, since I took Zoë to the altar all blushing and virginal.”
Mal folds his arms. “Ain’t that a damned lie. I’ve been up here--”
“Twice, sir. Since I got married.”
“I’m trying not to crowd you,” he protests, eying Wash; Wash’s grin is just getting bigger, and he’s leaning back in his chair obnoxiously.
“We could do with a bit of crowding,” Wash says.
“What are you talking about?”
Zoë, tall and strong and sleek as the sheeting on Serenity’s sides, reaches out and grabs him by the collar, draws him in and kisses him. In the closeness he can smell the faint scent of static electricity and power on her, feels the curl of her hair like wire. When she lets him go he stares at her, trying to say something intelligent.
“Uh--”
“What the lady’s trying to tell you, captain, is that we’d like you to join us this evening.”
“Why the hell--?”
“You’re my captain, sir.”
It’s hard to think with that kiss still on his mind and Wash’s expectant look, but he has presence of mind enough to say, “Zoë, ain’t any decent captain expects that of his second-in-command.”
“I know,” she says. She’s rutting beautiful, she’s space. She’s--
“All right, let’s get this show on the road.” Wash springs to his feet and kisses Zoë, then reaches for Mal, and Mal just gives up on trying to get anything useful from his brain. He’ll work it out later.
“Well, lock the 王八羔子 door at least. Last thing I need is Kaylee walkin’ in and seeing this.”
“What are you talking about?” Wash says, unbuckling his pants. “I’m taping the whole thing for her.”
