http://cplautumnflower.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] cplautumnflower.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] hh_mirror2007-06-16 08:43 pm

Unpopcorning of Zoe Washburne

((All firefly muns have been alerted and some plotted with. Zoe doesn't remember any of her days at Hogwarts before. Also, hi! Knitmeapony here!))

So, butter.

There were always things you missed, things that just didn't keep on a ship. And you'd get to missing them so much that you would even get a craving for the fake stuff, when you got it on the ship. Butter was one of Zoe's weaknesses, just a fresh pat melting into oatmeal or bread or rice. Got so bad she wouldn't mind the fake stuff, even if it was a bit orange and oozed into everything.

Still. Didn't mean a woman wanted to be covered in it.

She examined herself, examined the room, and decided job one was to get the stuff out of her boot.

[identity profile] laconic-once.livejournal.com 2007-06-20 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
"You were delicious snack food for a time, Zoe. Popcorn, specifically. It tends to happen here on a semi-regular basis, strangely enough. The butter comes with the package. Salt, too, so I hear. But now you're decidedly not, albeit still as delicious as always."

He was babbling. He knew it, but, hell, when was that unusual for Wash?

[identity profile] laconic-once.livejournal.com 2007-06-20 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Neither, sweetness. Or both, maybe all. Depending on how you look at it."

[identity profile] laconic-once.livejournal.com 2007-06-20 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. Oh. He'd been waiting for that, not altogether ready to just grab her himself, but there, with his arms full of his wife, Wash gave a little choked-off sigh of absolute contentment.

"I'd be more than willing to give the issue the discussion time that it deserves, or at least explain what I know about where we are, for what it's worth." Experimentally, he bent his head and licked a little at her neck. Yep, butter.

"There are baths, but that is top-grade proper-dairy butter, unless I am much mistaken. Seems a waste."

[identity profile] laconic-once.livejournal.com 2007-06-20 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
Mmm, oh, goodness, ai-ya that kiss was good and long-desired, and he returned it with fervor and a shiver that he did, indeed, feel down to his toes.

"There's a bunk. There is my bunk. Also, now, I think, your bunk. Our bunk!" he babbled, slightly breathless.

"We can go there?" He slipped his hand into hers, looking somewhere between joyous and just-recently-two-by-foured-to-the-head.