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]

"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?

[cplautumnflower.livejournal.com]

"I see I'm not the only one." She gestured up to the plaque where there were a few crewmembers names --- didn't make her feel real comfortable, that. "Fraid I have to ask which one of us went crazy, though."

[laconic-once.livejournal.com]

"Neither, sweetness. Or both, maybe all. Depending on how you look at it."

[cplautumnflower.livejournal.com]

She lifted her eyebrows even higher, somehow, but gave up and just slid her arms around him. Crazy or not, having him here does her comfort level nicely. "How 'bout we figure it out after I've gotten debuttered?"

[laconic-once.livejournal.com]

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."

[cplautumnflower.livejournal.com]

He was making the happy sound. She found it rather hard to resist, all told. She put a hand to his cheek to turn his head for a proper kiss, the feel-it-down-to-your-toes kind. "Wouldn't do to be wasteful," she agreed. "Are there bunks?"

[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."