New Firefly fic: "Water Wash Indulgence"
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stormkeeper_lovedorisI have a Firefly fic to share! I wrote it a year ago and never posted it anywhere. It was beta tested, and my beta wisely suggested a number of revisions. Well, I am forced to admit that I got really lazy and never actually made the revisions – so I just let this fic sit. I still don’t think I’ll ever revise it, but I thought that perhaps one or two people on my f-list might want to read this brief story, despite the fact that it is in need of some work. Also, my friend ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sarahetc just had major surgery and is a big Zoe/Wash fan, so perhaps this story might cheer her up a bit.
This fic was originally written for a challenge on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
big_damn_quests, which directed participants to describe whether their assigned character had any “guilty pleasures”. This was to be Zoe’s answer. big_damn_quests is now fallow but it used to be an active group where you would “be” a FF character for a month and write out their answers to several questions you were given.
Title: Water Wash Indulgence
Pairings: Zoe/Wash
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 934
Behind the cut!
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Water Wash Indulgence
As soon as she entered the cabin, Zoe began a thorough inspection. Although Wash wanted to instead just begin enjoying the beach, Zoe had to ensure their tiny, beach-front cabin truly contained each amenity that had been agreed upon with the renter. She was aware that the clock was already ticking and they had less than 48 hours to enjoy their vacation.
Zoe headed up the creaky staircase and began her inspection on the upper floor, which was no more than a cramped open loft. The ceiling of the upper level sloped sternly. The loft contained simply a bed and dresser; Zoe had to duck her head and scoot across the bed to reach the dresser on the other side. Its paint was chipped but it was not dusty. She then devoted attention to the bed, running her hands over the bedspread and sheets. They were fresh and clean and would prove a delight to sleep upon.
She descended the staircase and turned her attention to the wide room on the first floor. As promised, it contained a sofa and artificial fireplace. Zoe ensured the switches on the fireplace operated correctly and was pleased to find the room soon awash in a warm glow. The temperature during the night on this beach would drop precariously and they would need the fireplace’s warmth. The sofa itself was flat and old, but sufficient. Zoe approvingly ticked off the remaining contents of the main room: a window that looked out onto the beach, yellow curtains framing the window, a small kitchenette with all appliances in working order, table and two chairs (one of which wobbled slightly), storage closet, and a plug-in for the Cortex. The cabin was close enough to the water that the waves were audible and would gently rock them to sleep tonight.
Zoe held her breath as she turned the handle to the door that had to lead to the bathroom. She smiled. The spotless bathtub was there, as promised, and a turn of the handle brought forth clean and clear water.
“What’s the verdict, ma’am?” Wash asked, standing by patiently as Zoe performed her inspection. He would be exceptionally agreeable during this vacation. He was the one who had picked the location and bargained for the cabin’s price, infusing himself with pride at his negotiation results. And earlier than that, he was the one who had put his foot down on the issue of telling Mal they needed a respite in the first place. Zoe had appeased him on all counts and he was content.
Zoe once again smiled. “The place meets my approval.”
But before fun and frolic could begin, there was work to do. They unpacked the clothing that had brought with and washed several items in the tub. They had paid a premium for a place with unlimited, flowing water and were going to ensure they got their money’s worth. Washing clothes was easier under conditions like these than on a spaceship where every drop mattered. It was laborious work and Wash felt his patience grow thin, but Zoe didn’t mind it. She enjoyed the feeling of the suds on her hands and the knowledge this would save them work in the future. After the garments were wrung out, they hung them on the clothesline outside.
“Okay now?” Wash asked. Zoe wasn’t sure if his slightly impatient tone meant that he was eager to experience the beach or to make love right away. But then he reached for her and kissed her fervently. It had been far too long; they had been so busy making those last few (highly profitable) drops. So this time, their sex was hurried. They didn’t even remove all their clothing or climb the steps to the bed, knowing that they would have plenty of time for a slow, languorous lovemaking session later.
Afterwards, Zoe filled the bathtub again, this time adding in a few drops of the precious oil she brought with. It was now time to bathe herself. Wash, meanwhile, whistled merrily as he unwrapped their frozen meals and placed them inside the oven. With that taken care of, he sauntered over to the bathroom and gazed at his wife at her bath.
She smiled at him, her lids heavy with contentment. “You look like a queen,” he murmured.
Zoe handed him a sponge. “You can wash me then.”
He silently consented to playing the role of the queen’s servant. He bathed her and then brought her a drink before toweling her off when she was finally ready to emerge from the tub. They would carry this role-playing into the bedroom tonight as well; having been together so many years, they found that a little game such as this could spice things up and it was fun to take turns playing the servant.
So this time their lovemaking was very slow and heavy; it was fulfilling in a different way than their earlier session. Zoe’s insides were very wet. She felt totally saturated, with love, with contentment.
When the oven’s timer finally sounded, Wash got up and silenced it. He brought the meal back upstairs to Zoe and it grew cold as they resumed their erotic activities.
Later, the couple would swim on the beach and savor the quietness, the warmth of the fading sun, the satisfying crunch of the sand underfoot, the sunlight and later the moonlight on the water. After that, they would return to their cabin with Zoe donning a newly-purchased soft nightgown. It was a splurge but one they had agreed was a worthy use of their always-limited money.
THE END
sarahetc just had major surgery and is a big Zoe/Wash fan, so perhaps this story might cheer her up a bit. This fic was originally written for a challenge on
big_damn_quests, which directed participants to describe whether their assigned character had any “guilty pleasures”. This was to be Zoe’s answer. big_damn_quests is now fallow but it used to be an active group where you would “be” a FF character for a month and write out their answers to several questions you were given.Title: Water Wash Indulgence
Pairings: Zoe/Wash
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 934
Behind the cut!
***
Water Wash Indulgence
As soon as she entered the cabin, Zoe began a thorough inspection. Although Wash wanted to instead just begin enjoying the beach, Zoe had to ensure their tiny, beach-front cabin truly contained each amenity that had been agreed upon with the renter. She was aware that the clock was already ticking and they had less than 48 hours to enjoy their vacation.
Zoe headed up the creaky staircase and began her inspection on the upper floor, which was no more than a cramped open loft. The ceiling of the upper level sloped sternly. The loft contained simply a bed and dresser; Zoe had to duck her head and scoot across the bed to reach the dresser on the other side. Its paint was chipped but it was not dusty. She then devoted attention to the bed, running her hands over the bedspread and sheets. They were fresh and clean and would prove a delight to sleep upon.
She descended the staircase and turned her attention to the wide room on the first floor. As promised, it contained a sofa and artificial fireplace. Zoe ensured the switches on the fireplace operated correctly and was pleased to find the room soon awash in a warm glow. The temperature during the night on this beach would drop precariously and they would need the fireplace’s warmth. The sofa itself was flat and old, but sufficient. Zoe approvingly ticked off the remaining contents of the main room: a window that looked out onto the beach, yellow curtains framing the window, a small kitchenette with all appliances in working order, table and two chairs (one of which wobbled slightly), storage closet, and a plug-in for the Cortex. The cabin was close enough to the water that the waves were audible and would gently rock them to sleep tonight.
Zoe held her breath as she turned the handle to the door that had to lead to the bathroom. She smiled. The spotless bathtub was there, as promised, and a turn of the handle brought forth clean and clear water.
“What’s the verdict, ma’am?” Wash asked, standing by patiently as Zoe performed her inspection. He would be exceptionally agreeable during this vacation. He was the one who had picked the location and bargained for the cabin’s price, infusing himself with pride at his negotiation results. And earlier than that, he was the one who had put his foot down on the issue of telling Mal they needed a respite in the first place. Zoe had appeased him on all counts and he was content.
Zoe once again smiled. “The place meets my approval.”
But before fun and frolic could begin, there was work to do. They unpacked the clothing that had brought with and washed several items in the tub. They had paid a premium for a place with unlimited, flowing water and were going to ensure they got their money’s worth. Washing clothes was easier under conditions like these than on a spaceship where every drop mattered. It was laborious work and Wash felt his patience grow thin, but Zoe didn’t mind it. She enjoyed the feeling of the suds on her hands and the knowledge this would save them work in the future. After the garments were wrung out, they hung them on the clothesline outside.
“Okay now?” Wash asked. Zoe wasn’t sure if his slightly impatient tone meant that he was eager to experience the beach or to make love right away. But then he reached for her and kissed her fervently. It had been far too long; they had been so busy making those last few (highly profitable) drops. So this time, their sex was hurried. They didn’t even remove all their clothing or climb the steps to the bed, knowing that they would have plenty of time for a slow, languorous lovemaking session later.
Afterwards, Zoe filled the bathtub again, this time adding in a few drops of the precious oil she brought with. It was now time to bathe herself. Wash, meanwhile, whistled merrily as he unwrapped their frozen meals and placed them inside the oven. With that taken care of, he sauntered over to the bathroom and gazed at his wife at her bath.
She smiled at him, her lids heavy with contentment. “You look like a queen,” he murmured.
Zoe handed him a sponge. “You can wash me then.”
He silently consented to playing the role of the queen’s servant. He bathed her and then brought her a drink before toweling her off when she was finally ready to emerge from the tub. They would carry this role-playing into the bedroom tonight as well; having been together so many years, they found that a little game such as this could spice things up and it was fun to take turns playing the servant.
So this time their lovemaking was very slow and heavy; it was fulfilling in a different way than their earlier session. Zoe’s insides were very wet. She felt totally saturated, with love, with contentment.
When the oven’s timer finally sounded, Wash got up and silenced it. He brought the meal back upstairs to Zoe and it grew cold as they resumed their erotic activities.
Later, the couple would swim on the beach and savor the quietness, the warmth of the fading sun, the satisfying crunch of the sand underfoot, the sunlight and later the moonlight on the water. After that, they would return to their cabin with Zoe donning a newly-purchased soft nightgown. It was a splurge but one they had agreed was a worthy use of their always-limited money.
THE END
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Date: 2007-09-14 03:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-14 10:39 am (UTC)Thanks for the reading the fic. I also miss Big Damn Quests. I don't know why it just fizzled out. It was such a good idea and a lot of fun.