Collisions

by somedeepmystery

Catagory: Romance

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Wash/Zoe

A/N: Reposted upon request. Sorry about that confusion.

Zoë stood in Serenity’s galley watching the shadows on the walls shift as the space vessel maneuvered in for approach to the next planet. The galley was a fair sized room, Zoë decided, for a midsized ship like this. It met their needs, such as they were, for feeding and sustaining a small crew, even hosting the occasional meetin’ as it were. So, as much as she’d been leery of the idea the day Mal, her sergeant in the war turned captain, had shown it to her, she now had to admit that, after nigh on to a year of sailing on the boat, Serenity was actually growin’ on her.

There was another ghostly move of the shadows as a bright stream of sunlight shot through the row of narrow windows above her. The ship shuddered a little abnormally, and she frowned a bit, then returned to her task. She distracted herself from her mundane chore by setting her mind to the job ahead. Their next order of business was to drop their cargo off on this subsequent world, Beryl, an odd tropical moon, where their client awaited anxiously for his shipment. It was actually legal cargo for once, which did have its upside. Bit less stress.

Of course there was that whole, taxes and dues to the Alliance that came with the legal bit, which sort of ruined the silver lining part for Zoë. She hadn’t fought for years against them in the war for nothing after all.

She pulled open one of the many, steel drawers that lined the small kitchen area, and tossed an assortment of mismatched spoons, forks and chopsticks into it, her long fingers deftly stacking each piece into its appropriate slot with the ease of familiarity. Her coffee toned skin glowed in a shaft of sunlight, pure white as it streamed through the emptiness of space without interruption, and into those unadorned windows that graced the galley ceiling. Once the utensils had been stored safely away, she turned he