Fic: On the Bridge
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stormkeeper_lovedorisOn The Bridge, was written for the Vanilla Sex for no Reason Challenge, in which we write fics featuring Zoe and Wash having sex...for no reason.
Title: On the Bridge
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stormkpr
Author’s email: stormkpr (at) usa (dot) net
Pairings: Zoe/Wash
Genre: Pure smutfic
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Zoe and Wash gettin' it on. PWP.
Disclaimer: Love them but don’t own them. Joss is boss.
Warnings!: If you can't tell from what I've written above, this fic is rated NC-17 and contains explicit lovemaking. Please do not click the link if you don’t wish to read adult material.
Beta tester: Thank you tosarahetc for excellent beta testing!
On the Bridge
Zoe enters the cargo bay early that morning, in time to watch her husband finish his last set of overhead presses. Wash lifts weights before Jayne gets out of his bunk in the mornings. Zoe understands why he does it but shakes her head at the thought. Jayne has nothing to mock. Wash is deliciously muscular. His threadbare, white tank top leaves little hidden and Zoe can easily see the strength in his chest, arms, shoulders, and back. The view itself is slowly arousing her. She saunters over to him as he’s setting the barbell down, and she licks a bead of sweat off his shoulder.
“Mmmm,” Wash mutters. “Morning to you too, honey.” Knowing the effect he has on Zoe, and looking at the devilish glint in her eyes, is stirring his interest as well.
“Follow me to the bridge,” Zoe beckons huskily, gently tugging at his tank.
He will gladly follow her anywhere, especially as it gives him another chance to relish the sight of her brown pants which so tightly encase her posterior. With each step, he finds himself becoming more and more turned on.
“I was just getting ready to go to the bridge anyway,” Wash is saying as they walk up the steps and down the front hall. “We’ll be getting ready to land pretty soon.”
”M-hum,” Zoe grunts, as she locks the door to the bridge. She grasps Wash’s shoulders, turns him to face her, and deftly unfastens his pants.
“Wow, you’re eager today!” he happily notes. “I can certainly understand how you might want me just for my body, but don’t I at least get a kiss too?” he jokes.
“Shut up,” Zoe murmurs, as she covers his lips with her own. She kisses him softly for several long moments as she runs her fingers along his back. She presses her fingertips against his shoulder blades, then up towards his shoulders. The kiss turns more passionate and urgent as her hands continue to explore his body.
Then she pushes him down onto the pilot’s seat. Wash finds himself delighted at the way she takes charge of this encounter and he wonders what will come next. His tantalizing expectation is answered as Zoe kneels before him and, without any additional preamble, takes his rapidly hardening member into her mouth. He gasps with some surprise and delight at her eagerness. This time, he decides to not insist on slowing the festivities down and just allow Zoe to respond to her desire for urgency.
As he runs his fingers through her thick hair, she licks at the shaft with sure and bold strokes. With each passing instant, he hardens more and more until he is completely rigid. Zoe then circles the knob of his hardness with her tongue, eliciting a few moans. She continues to run her tongue around the red, engorged head before deciding to again take him inside her mouth. She bobs her head up and down, first slowly and then gradually building speed. He glances downwards, excited at the sight of his cock going in and out of her mouth, with those lips that he loves so much wrapped around it. Every second of Zoe’s ministrations feel incredible to him.
Zoe loves doing this, loves the fact that right now all of their efforts are centered around his pleasure. He is always such an attentive lover, so responsive to her needs and desires, that she likes having the spotlight focused on him this time. She wants to show him how much she appreciates the way he is. The fact that she enjoys giving the blow job only makes him love it all the more as well.
Wash is lost in his body’s pleasure now, and he’s thrusting rhythmically inside her mouth. His hands are grasping her head and his face is flushed, eyes now closed in concentration. Each pump of his hips brings more sharp tugs of carnal joy inside her very warm mouth. He is quiet but breathing rapidly. “I’m coming,” he moans, warning her before the hotness spurts from him, down into her throat. Zoe takes all of it in wordlessly, ensuring that every last second of his pleasure is enhanced.
Wash then gestures for Zoe to rise from her knees. He’s feeling exhilarated, as he often is after orgasm, and he wants to bring his wife the same delight. Looking at her face, he can see that she, too, wants to feel it.
“Come here, baby,” he whispers. Mirroring her earlier aggressive action, he now unzips her pants. He begins to gently explore the area with a few fingers and finds that she is quite wet. He moves one finger to gently and persistently rub at her clitoris.
Suddenly, Zoe jerks away as she hears footsteps. Before Wash can react, Zoe is zipping her pants back up and unlocking the bridge. The captain enters and the mood is broken. Wash looks at the control panel and learns that it is indeed time to begin the landing sequence. Mal irritably notes Wash’s disheveled pants but decides against lecturing the couple on the proper place for intimate relations.
Minutes later, Mal finally leaves the bridge to prepare the mule and Wash wants to continue where they left off. “I can finger you with one hand and fly with the other,” he brags.
“I know you can, baby,” Zoe responds. “But not right now.”
Wash is frustrated at leaving his woman unfulfilled, though his frustration is not as high as Zoe’s. She is later glad that this drop is a routine one because she cannot concentrate. As she rides the mule over the planet’s terrain, she feels its vibrations, which serve to keep her mildly aroused. Her mind keeps drifting back to Wash and the thousands of ways he wants to reciprocate. Kaylee asks her during the ride whether she is alright.
Finally the mule and its passengers are on their way, returning to Serenity. As Mal raises an eyebrow, Zoe radios Wash and commands him to meet her in their bunk as soon as the ship is in the air. “But I need your help stashing the new cargo,” Mal says.
“Sorry, sir but you’ll have to have Jayne and Kaylee do it. Why not get Book or that pretty doctor to help too?” Zoe suggests, much to her captain’s dismay.
Once Serenity has taken flight, Zoe scrambles down the stairs to her bunk, where she is joined just moments later by Wash. His eyes bulge as he watches her quickly shed every last article of clothing. Even her precious bullet-proof vest is unceremoniously tossed to the bunk’s floor.
“I could’ve helped you with the whole stripping thing,” Wash offers.
“I know, baby, but sometimes you take too long with it. I need to get fucked right now,” Zoe demands. She then audaciously reaches for her husband and pulls him to her, thrusting her tongue inside his mouth. It is an aggressive kiss, one in which her tongue relentlessly probes and plunders his mouth.
Wash allows his mouth to be ravaged as he wonders what Zoe has in store for them now. Her uncompromising and raw eagerness for sex is having the same effect on him that it did this morning. He is heartened to find his body responding so fast, once more. During the kiss, Wash again feels Zoe’s hands somehow all over his body – lightly scraping his back, combing through his hair, squeezing his muscles.
And Zoe has apparently decided what format she wants her fulfillment to take. She breaks off the kiss and saunters over to the dresser. She places her palms on the surface and bends over. She knows that if he isn’t hard already, Wash soon will be thanks to this view.
Wash steps behind her and finds his hands now roaming all over her body. As he kisses the back of her neck, his hands caress shoulders and then breasts. He cups then, squeezes them, and then gently pinches the nipples. Zoe squirms even more. One of his fingers reaches for her mouth and she sucks on it eagerly. Zoe wants it quickly though, so Wash’s hands resume their exploration, touching her abdomen, her hips, and back up to more fondling of her breasts.
Zoe reaches for one of his hands and brings it lower. Wash chuckles as he decides to comply with her haste. He strokes her core now, which is open to him, wet, and very hungry for attention. His fingers stroke her consistently, the aroused little bud enjoying all of the attention and shooting darts of satisfaction all through her.
Zoe eventually reaches behind her, glad to find that somewhere along the way, Wash unzipped his pants. His cock is hard again, as she knew it would be. She likes grasping it. Wash wants to again chuckle at her eagerness but he thinks that she is so hot and so hungry right now that she might not appreciate the laughter. He penetrates her, steadying himself with one hand on her hip as the other one comes around to again find her clit and pleasure it. He looks down and again feels more excitement at the sight of himself moving in and out of her body.
As Wash pumps, Zoe thrusts back at him. The combination of her extended period of arousal during the day, Wash’s randy cock, and his very talented fingers against her clit leave Zoe racing towards a certain orgasm. She grunts as their movements become faster and faster. She feels the blissful release within her grasp and groans loudly when it overtakes her exuberant body. Wash follows her soon afterwards, reaching his climax inside of her for the second time that day.
Exhausted, the lovers make their way to the bed and lay down. Wash still is fully clothed; only his pants are unzipped.
“I could have done you on the bridge with fingers,” he reminds her.
“We had the job to do,” Zoe responds. “Some other time when we ain’t about to land.”
“I look forward to that. Anytime you want, baby.”
THE END
Feedback is always welcomed, whether it is positive or con-crit! Thanks for reading.
And oh yes, you can read my other Zoe/Wash smutfic at: In Their Bunk
Title: On the Bridge
Author:
stormkprAuthor’s email: stormkpr (at) usa (dot) net
Pairings: Zoe/Wash
Genre: Pure smutfic
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Zoe and Wash gettin' it on. PWP.
Disclaimer: Love them but don’t own them. Joss is boss.
Warnings!: If you can't tell from what I've written above, this fic is rated NC-17 and contains explicit lovemaking. Please do not click the link if you don’t wish to read adult material.
Beta tester: Thank you to
sarahetc for excellent beta testing!On the Bridge
Zoe enters the cargo bay early that morning, in time to watch her husband finish his last set of overhead presses. Wash lifts weights before Jayne gets out of his bunk in the mornings. Zoe understands why he does it but shakes her head at the thought. Jayne has nothing to mock. Wash is deliciously muscular. His threadbare, white tank top leaves little hidden and Zoe can easily see the strength in his chest, arms, shoulders, and back. The view itself is slowly arousing her. She saunters over to him as he’s setting the barbell down, and she licks a bead of sweat off his shoulder.
“Mmmm,” Wash mutters. “Morning to you too, honey.” Knowing the effect he has on Zoe, and looking at the devilish glint in her eyes, is stirring his interest as well.
“Follow me to the bridge,” Zoe beckons huskily, gently tugging at his tank.
He will gladly follow her anywhere, especially as it gives him another chance to relish the sight of her brown pants which so tightly encase her posterior. With each step, he finds himself becoming more and more turned on.
“I was just getting ready to go to the bridge anyway,” Wash is saying as they walk up the steps and down the front hall. “We’ll be getting ready to land pretty soon.”
”M-hum,” Zoe grunts, as she locks the door to the bridge. She grasps Wash’s shoulders, turns him to face her, and deftly unfastens his pants.
“Wow, you’re eager today!” he happily notes. “I can certainly understand how you might want me just for my body, but don’t I at least get a kiss too?” he jokes.
“Shut up,” Zoe murmurs, as she covers his lips with her own. She kisses him softly for several long moments as she runs her fingers along his back. She presses her fingertips against his shoulder blades, then up towards his shoulders. The kiss turns more passionate and urgent as her hands continue to explore his body.
Then she pushes him down onto the pilot’s seat. Wash finds himself delighted at the way she takes charge of this encounter and he wonders what will come next. His tantalizing expectation is answered as Zoe kneels before him and, without any additional preamble, takes his rapidly hardening member into her mouth. He gasps with some surprise and delight at her eagerness. This time, he decides to not insist on slowing the festivities down and just allow Zoe to respond to her desire for urgency.
As he runs his fingers through her thick hair, she licks at the shaft with sure and bold strokes. With each passing instant, he hardens more and more until he is completely rigid. Zoe then circles the knob of his hardness with her tongue, eliciting a few moans. She continues to run her tongue around the red, engorged head before deciding to again take him inside her mouth. She bobs her head up and down, first slowly and then gradually building speed. He glances downwards, excited at the sight of his cock going in and out of her mouth, with those lips that he loves so much wrapped around it. Every second of Zoe’s ministrations feel incredible to him.
Zoe loves doing this, loves the fact that right now all of their efforts are centered around his pleasure. He is always such an attentive lover, so responsive to her needs and desires, that she likes having the spotlight focused on him this time. She wants to show him how much she appreciates the way he is. The fact that she enjoys giving the blow job only makes him love it all the more as well.
Wash is lost in his body’s pleasure now, and he’s thrusting rhythmically inside her mouth. His hands are grasping her head and his face is flushed, eyes now closed in concentration. Each pump of his hips brings more sharp tugs of carnal joy inside her very warm mouth. He is quiet but breathing rapidly. “I’m coming,” he moans, warning her before the hotness spurts from him, down into her throat. Zoe takes all of it in wordlessly, ensuring that every last second of his pleasure is enhanced.
Wash then gestures for Zoe to rise from her knees. He’s feeling exhilarated, as he often is after orgasm, and he wants to bring his wife the same delight. Looking at her face, he can see that she, too, wants to feel it.
“Come here, baby,” he whispers. Mirroring her earlier aggressive action, he now unzips her pants. He begins to gently explore the area with a few fingers and finds that she is quite wet. He moves one finger to gently and persistently rub at her clitoris.
Suddenly, Zoe jerks away as she hears footsteps. Before Wash can react, Zoe is zipping her pants back up and unlocking the bridge. The captain enters and the mood is broken. Wash looks at the control panel and learns that it is indeed time to begin the landing sequence. Mal irritably notes Wash’s disheveled pants but decides against lecturing the couple on the proper place for intimate relations.
Minutes later, Mal finally leaves the bridge to prepare the mule and Wash wants to continue where they left off. “I can finger you with one hand and fly with the other,” he brags.
“I know you can, baby,” Zoe responds. “But not right now.”
Wash is frustrated at leaving his woman unfulfilled, though his frustration is not as high as Zoe’s. She is later glad that this drop is a routine one because she cannot concentrate. As she rides the mule over the planet’s terrain, she feels its vibrations, which serve to keep her mildly aroused. Her mind keeps drifting back to Wash and the thousands of ways he wants to reciprocate. Kaylee asks her during the ride whether she is alright.
Finally the mule and its passengers are on their way, returning to Serenity. As Mal raises an eyebrow, Zoe radios Wash and commands him to meet her in their bunk as soon as the ship is in the air. “But I need your help stashing the new cargo,” Mal says.
“Sorry, sir but you’ll have to have Jayne and Kaylee do it. Why not get Book or that pretty doctor to help too?” Zoe suggests, much to her captain’s dismay.
Once Serenity has taken flight, Zoe scrambles down the stairs to her bunk, where she is joined just moments later by Wash. His eyes bulge as he watches her quickly shed every last article of clothing. Even her precious bullet-proof vest is unceremoniously tossed to the bunk’s floor.
“I could’ve helped you with the whole stripping thing,” Wash offers.
“I know, baby, but sometimes you take too long with it. I need to get fucked right now,” Zoe demands. She then audaciously reaches for her husband and pulls him to her, thrusting her tongue inside his mouth. It is an aggressive kiss, one in which her tongue relentlessly probes and plunders his mouth.
Wash allows his mouth to be ravaged as he wonders what Zoe has in store for them now. Her uncompromising and raw eagerness for sex is having the same effect on him that it did this morning. He is heartened to find his body responding so fast, once more. During the kiss, Wash again feels Zoe’s hands somehow all over his body – lightly scraping his back, combing through his hair, squeezing his muscles.
And Zoe has apparently decided what format she wants her fulfillment to take. She breaks off the kiss and saunters over to the dresser. She places her palms on the surface and bends over. She knows that if he isn’t hard already, Wash soon will be thanks to this view.
Wash steps behind her and finds his hands now roaming all over her body. As he kisses the back of her neck, his hands caress shoulders and then breasts. He cups then, squeezes them, and then gently pinches the nipples. Zoe squirms even more. One of his fingers reaches for her mouth and she sucks on it eagerly. Zoe wants it quickly though, so Wash’s hands resume their exploration, touching her abdomen, her hips, and back up to more fondling of her breasts.
Zoe reaches for one of his hands and brings it lower. Wash chuckles as he decides to comply with her haste. He strokes her core now, which is open to him, wet, and very hungry for attention. His fingers stroke her consistently, the aroused little bud enjoying all of the attention and shooting darts of satisfaction all through her.
Zoe eventually reaches behind her, glad to find that somewhere along the way, Wash unzipped his pants. His cock is hard again, as she knew it would be. She likes grasping it. Wash wants to again chuckle at her eagerness but he thinks that she is so hot and so hungry right now that she might not appreciate the laughter. He penetrates her, steadying himself with one hand on her hip as the other one comes around to again find her clit and pleasure it. He looks down and again feels more excitement at the sight of himself moving in and out of her body.
As Wash pumps, Zoe thrusts back at him. The combination of her extended period of arousal during the day, Wash’s randy cock, and his very talented fingers against her clit leave Zoe racing towards a certain orgasm. She grunts as their movements become faster and faster. She feels the blissful release within her grasp and groans loudly when it overtakes her exuberant body. Wash follows her soon afterwards, reaching his climax inside of her for the second time that day.
Exhausted, the lovers make their way to the bed and lay down. Wash still is fully clothed; only his pants are unzipped.
“I could have done you on the bridge with fingers,” he reminds her.
“We had the job to do,” Zoe responds. “Some other time when we ain’t about to land.”
“I look forward to that. Anytime you want, baby.”
THE END
Feedback is always welcomed, whether it is positive or con-crit! Thanks for reading.
And oh yes, you can read my other Zoe/Wash smutfic at: In Their Bunk
