Unpopcorning of Zoe Washburne

[cplautumnflower.livejournal.com]

((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.

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[laconic-once.livejournal.com]

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.

[cplautumnflower.livejournal.com]

Right. Bunk. And then there'd be husband-time, then some sleep, then maybe breakfast. By then she'd be ready to work out the rest of the details. It was a good plan. A solid plan. And she was damned tired, to be honest.

And hah, he looked like he had the day they were married. "Our bunk sounds like a good place to start." She gave him an impish little smile. "You lead the way."