Wash sighed deeply in delight. He opened one eye slightly to make sure that he wasn’t dreaming.

“Nope.” He thought. Then he pinched himself to make sure that he wasn’t dreaming about dreaming.

“Owe.” He rubbed his sore arm.

He couldn’t believe the night he had. He didn’t believe that it was humanly possible for a man to do the things that he did last night. He was sure that what he did was illegal on multiple planets. He rolled over to make sure that he wasn’t alone. She was still there, sleeping beside him. He smelled her hair. It smelled like a combination of sin and sweet. Sin and sweet was his favorite smell, especially on her.

He pulled back the covers so he could sample a piece of her shoulder. He kissed it softly, but instead of kissing her deliciously sinfully sweet skin he puckered up leather. Wash wiped his mouth of the offensive leather. He pulled the covers back to investigate more, but instead of seeing her magnificent deliciously sinfully sweet body he saw more leather. Wash pulled the covers from the bottom of the bed. In lieu of her decadent magnificent deliciously sinfully sweet feet he discovered her boots. Wash sat up in bed and pulled the covers complete off of her. She was fully dress from head to toe. He took a look at himself to make sure that the redress elves didn’t violate him. He was just as naked as the day he was born and for the life of him he couldn’t figure out why she wasn’t naked. He remembered her being naked, because her naked was something a man didn’t forget, and he wasn’t going forget. Wash shook his beautiful decadent magnificent deliciously sinfully sweet Zoë to wake her up. Zoë turned to face him.

She smiled brightly. “Morning sailor.”

“Morning.”

She kissed him. Ah yes he remembered this. This is what got him into trouble the in the first place, her succulent decadent magnificent deliciously sinfully sweet kisses. Wash lost himself in the moment. His hands got lost in her hair and as they traveled southward he was reminded why he woke her in the first plac