Capacity Chapter 8

Joly

Rated PG-13

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. I don’t make money. Please don’t be mad, Joss Whedon.

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Zoe and Wash decided to take a break from the madness. They locked themselves on the bridge and did inappropriate things in the pilot’s chair.

Shortly after the sweet, satisfying interlude, Zoe looked into her man’s eyes.

“You still having second thoughts?”

He wriggled beneath her.

“And second and third and fourth… But, then I think of the baby… And how beautiful she’ll be.”

Zoe smirked, “And you’re sure we’ll be having a girl?”

“Positive,” he said, smiling against her lips, placing light kisses on the corners of her mouth, “If it’s a boy, we’ll just send it back.”

She laughed and bit him gently on the chin.

“If we have a boy we will name him Aram after my father and you will teach him to pilot the ship.”

“And you’ll teach your girl how to shoot a gun and kill a man with her pinky.”

“Then we’re agreed?” she said, nuzzling her face into Washes neck.

“Yes,” he sighed, “a girl it is.”

She bit him on the shoulder and laughed.

“Husband,” she whispered in his ear.

“Wife,” he whispered back, hands tangled in her hair, staring out into the black.

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Mal settled Ruby into a passenger dorm, she and all her worldly goods filled one small corner. She’d been introduced to the crew and another passenger, they ate a quiet, tense dinner and she retired to her quarters.

The minute she lay head to pillow, she heard a knock and Mal‘s voice.

“Ruby.”

She laid there a moment, contemplating whether she should pretend to be asleep or answer the door.

At the second knock, she sighed , swung her legs over the side of the bed and pulled the door open.

“Mal.”

He saw her state of dress and looked apologetic.

“Sorry, you’re probably on a different schedule… I should go.”

“What did you come for?” she asked, before he could turn to leave.

“To talk.”

“About old times?”

“Just catch up.”

“You gonna tel