fic- virtues
Title: Virtues
Pairing: W/Z
Rating: R
Summary: Of all the virtues in the world…patience is the hardest.
AN: Unceremoniously un-beta'd and written for
washathonRequested by the sassiest GQMF of them all sarahetc who asked for UST that is later resolved. The story exists in a sort of grey area between AU and cannon. I don’t know if it’s exactly what you wanted, but here goes…I’ll take more time next time and make you something prettier, maybe gilded, and covered in hot fudge. And a big thanks to thunder_nari for setting up this ficathon again!
**********
Wash is, of course, a pilot. He's also a lover and a fighter and a…an extremely patient man. At least he had been as of late when, in his opinion, he was wrongly stripped of his duties as lover of one Zoe Alleyne. This worked two ways , perhaps three, not only was he being deprived of some passionate lovin’, he had it on good authority that she was also, or at least she should have been. The third of course is the double edged sword; for months upon months Wash had admired Zoe from afar, spending countless nights imagining her breath on his skin, the feel of her thighs wrapped around him, the sound of the hitch in her throat when he hit just the right spot…but then he had it, it had fallen, felicitously, right into his lap, and he got to feel her, to love her, to make her come for months thereafter.
However, six weeks ago, she had un-surreptitiously backed off, and left him clammy handed and wanting, no late night visits to his bunk, or hers; they hadn’t even had a conversation about it, it was just one day…gone, and now both his body and mind were plagued with memories.
“Zoe Alleyne is actually going to kill me, I am going to die a horrible, cock-suffocating death” he whispered to himself as he sat on the dimly lit bridge studying The Black stretched out before him. Stretched out like Zoe on his bed only a few weeks before, keening as he caressed between her legs, watching her fall again and again.
Wash felt an all too familiar tightness from inside his flight suit, one that lately had become more of an unwelcome burden than an exquisite carnal joy.
Patience is a virtue. It had become something of a mantra for him in the past few weeks, he was also starting to believe it less and less. He took a deep breath and began to focus on fuel levels and flight trajectories, anything to get his mind off the remembered feel of Zoe’s nails in his back.
“Ai ya.” He breathed as he began to palm himself thorough his suit, the thought of her naked and wrapped around him, teeth digging into his shoulder blades, was nearly too much for him to take.
It was her voice that broke him out of the memory, and the husky silkiness of it threatened to make him come immediately.
“Flyboy, dinner’s on.”
He immediately turned around and looked at her brazenly, taking in every taught square-inch of her frame, his need painted plainly on his face, he almost reached out to graze the outside of her thigh when she spoke, her voice and features were as impassive as ever.
“Suspect you should be down in five, Jayne’s cookin’, don’t know how long that food will last.” She turned on heel and walked out, leaving Wash to do nothing but gaze at the perfection that were her legs and behind as she walked away. He groaned quietly.
“Gorram it, Zoe.”
***********
There was no question that she knew how he felt, he had let her know it one way or the other since the day he set foot on the ship and she slammed him against the wall, before even saying “hello”. She had to feel as badly as he did, they were good together, they were right, they fit.
“You can’t just leave something like that without so much as a ‘well that was fun, see you later’.”
He knew Zoe to be a woman of extraordinary self restraint, and reason, but from where he stood restraining yourself from the throes of mind blowing ecstasy was not reasonable at all.
“I have got to get to the bottom of this before I actually rub my dick off.”
He entered the galley, body sufficiently calmed down, cheery as usual, he was also late, forcing him to take the last seat available…next to Zoe. He watched her intently, her already tense jaw tightened further, as did the muscles in her thighs. In fact, Wash thought, she seemed to be holding her thighs together-tight.
Lao Tien, she feels it too.
It was the quietest dinner ever had on Serenity.
***********
Zoe had mess duty that evening, which is how she found herself elbow deep, in soapy, tepid water…with a hand casually snaking its way up her thigh.
Wash had insinuated himself behind her, casually pressed against her with a dry cloth in one hand, as the other slid its way up her body to removed the rinsed plate in hers.
“Don’t lie to me, Zoe, I don’t appreciate it.” He whispered to her.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She picked up another dish and scrubbed it clean.
“We had a good thing goin’, I don’t think the well could run dry without even a half day’s notice” she tensed even further against him, “on second thought, I don’t think anything has run dry here, has it?”
She moved to take the dish towel from his hands, and he caught her in his grip, pressing his body so close to hers it was impossible for her to not feel his erection spring to life.
“You tell me you don’t want me anymore, and I’ll stop touching you, you tell me you didn’t take the past six weeks stroking yourself to my name on your lips I will leave you alone, tell me you don’t love me and I will let you go.”
The feel of him so close was intoxicating, but she had to stand her ground.
“Love?...I have a gun in my boot, I could kill you where you stand.”
“But you didn’t, what is it Zoe? Am I not Captain enough for you?”
“Gorram Captain got nothin’ to do with it.”
“What is it then? Because, I’m damn sure I gave you everything you ever wanted. If I did something wrong, you could have just said so.”
“Nothin’ was wrong.” She said quietly. It was then he turned her around to face him and the metal mug in her hand clanged on the floor.
He took her face in his hands and kissed her, and when they parted she looked into his eyes and saw nothing but love written in them. She was stronger than him, faster, she didn’t have to let him hold her there, but, something was keeping her feet glued to the floor.
“Zoe, I love you. I can’t just toss that out into The Black over ‘nothin’.”
“That war took everyone I love from me…I have nothing left but this ship.”
“I’m on the ship, it can be like a two-for-one.” He smiled slightly.
“You’ll leave me.”
“Where would I go?”
She was silent.
“Oh, there? Well I’ll end up there a lot faster without you than with you, trust me. I’ve been fading away ever since you decided to stop touching me, I am at critical mass.” He was glad to see her smiling slightly then, and he could feel her body begin to relax against him. “I can’t make any promises, but, I can say I will try my best to make sure whatever time we have left together is worthwhile…then again, I hope we have at least another fifty years under our belts.”
“Now if you don’t love me, you had better say it, because, we are quickly making a descent into the point of no return.” He placed his hands on her hips, she realized she had missed their warm weight there.
“No.”
“That was not the answer I was looking for, but, to each his own…”
“No, I love you, Wash, I’ve wanted you, I want you.”
“Then it looks like we are mighty behind.”
Wash helped her finish her kitchen duties before hauling her quickly down into his bunk.
**********
They made it down the ladder without struggle, closed the door to the hatch, and locked it. He had her then, in a dark corner just on the inside of the entrance, fingers tangled in her hair, breathing heavily, he ground his pelvis against hers once more and she made a low sound in her throat that reverberated through him, he felt as though he were losing control, like he had been spilt in two, as if he might just collapse from pleasure, passion, and possession and seep out of himself through the pores-he missed the feeling. As he unbuttoned her blouse, placing sloppy kisses against her sternum, he said:
“Patience is a virtue, Zoe Washburne.” Her fingers tightened in his hair.
“What did you say?” He was beginning to undo her pants when she spoke, he slipped a hand inside them brushing reverently at damp, coarse hair there, her knees buckled slightly.
“It seems you need to learn a thing or two about attention to detail, for example, when I do this” he shoved two fingers into her slick entrance, she clutched him to her and gasped as he smiled against her cheek. His whisper was a low rumble that only added to the tingling between her thighs, “you do that, and that’s how I know you like it.”
Patience is a virtue, and Wash is a very virtuous man.
Pairing: W/Z
Rating: R
Summary: Of all the virtues in the world…patience is the hardest.
AN: Unceremoniously un-beta'd and written for
washathonRequested by the sassiest GQMF of them all sarahetc who asked for UST that is later resolved. The story exists in a sort of grey area between AU and cannon. I don’t know if it’s exactly what you wanted, but here goes…I’ll take more time next time and make you something prettier, maybe gilded, and covered in hot fudge. And a big thanks to thunder_nari for setting up this ficathon again!
**********
Wash is, of course, a pilot. He's also a lover and a fighter and a…an extremely patient man. At least he had been as of late when, in his opinion, he was wrongly stripped of his duties as lover of one Zoe Alleyne. This worked two ways , perhaps three, not only was he being deprived of some passionate lovin’, he had it on good authority that she was also, or at least she should have been. The third of course is the double edged sword; for months upon months Wash had admired Zoe from afar, spending countless nights imagining her breath on his skin, the feel of her thighs wrapped around him, the sound of the hitch in her throat when he hit just the right spot…but then he had it, it had fallen, felicitously, right into his lap, and he got to feel her, to love her, to make her come for months thereafter.
However, six weeks ago, she had un-surreptitiously backed off, and left him clammy handed and wanting, no late night visits to his bunk, or hers; they hadn’t even had a conversation about it, it was just one day…gone, and now both his body and mind were plagued with memories.
“Zoe Alleyne is actually going to kill me, I am going to die a horrible, cock-suffocating death” he whispered to himself as he sat on the dimly lit bridge studying The Black stretched out before him. Stretched out like Zoe on his bed only a few weeks before, keening as he caressed between her legs, watching her fall again and again.
Wash felt an all too familiar tightness from inside his flight suit, one that lately had become more of an unwelcome burden than an exquisite carnal joy.
Patience is a virtue. It had become something of a mantra for him in the past few weeks, he was also starting to believe it less and less. He took a deep breath and began to focus on fuel levels and flight trajectories, anything to get his mind off the remembered feel of Zoe’s nails in his back.
“Ai ya.” He breathed as he began to palm himself thorough his suit, the thought of her naked and wrapped around him, teeth digging into his shoulder blades, was nearly too much for him to take.
It was her voice that broke him out of the memory, and the husky silkiness of it threatened to make him come immediately.
“Flyboy, dinner’s on.”
He immediately turned around and looked at her brazenly, taking in every taught square-inch of her frame, his need painted plainly on his face, he almost reached out to graze the outside of her thigh when she spoke, her voice and features were as impassive as ever.
“Suspect you should be down in five, Jayne’s cookin’, don’t know how long that food will last.” She turned on heel and walked out, leaving Wash to do nothing but gaze at the perfection that were her legs and behind as she walked away. He groaned quietly.
“Gorram it, Zoe.”
***********
There was no question that she knew how he felt, he had let her know it one way or the other since the day he set foot on the ship and she slammed him against the wall, before even saying “hello”. She had to feel as badly as he did, they were good together, they were right, they fit.
“You can’t just leave something like that without so much as a ‘well that was fun, see you later’.”
He knew Zoe to be a woman of extraordinary self restraint, and reason, but from where he stood restraining yourself from the throes of mind blowing ecstasy was not reasonable at all.
“I have got to get to the bottom of this before I actually rub my dick off.”
He entered the galley, body sufficiently calmed down, cheery as usual, he was also late, forcing him to take the last seat available…next to Zoe. He watched her intently, her already tense jaw tightened further, as did the muscles in her thighs. In fact, Wash thought, she seemed to be holding her thighs together-tight.
Lao Tien, she feels it too.
It was the quietest dinner ever had on Serenity.
***********
Zoe had mess duty that evening, which is how she found herself elbow deep, in soapy, tepid water…with a hand casually snaking its way up her thigh.
Wash had insinuated himself behind her, casually pressed against her with a dry cloth in one hand, as the other slid its way up her body to removed the rinsed plate in hers.
“Don’t lie to me, Zoe, I don’t appreciate it.” He whispered to her.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She picked up another dish and scrubbed it clean.
“We had a good thing goin’, I don’t think the well could run dry without even a half day’s notice” she tensed even further against him, “on second thought, I don’t think anything has run dry here, has it?”
She moved to take the dish towel from his hands, and he caught her in his grip, pressing his body so close to hers it was impossible for her to not feel his erection spring to life.
“You tell me you don’t want me anymore, and I’ll stop touching you, you tell me you didn’t take the past six weeks stroking yourself to my name on your lips I will leave you alone, tell me you don’t love me and I will let you go.”
The feel of him so close was intoxicating, but she had to stand her ground.
“Love?...I have a gun in my boot, I could kill you where you stand.”
“But you didn’t, what is it Zoe? Am I not Captain enough for you?”
“Gorram Captain got nothin’ to do with it.”
“What is it then? Because, I’m damn sure I gave you everything you ever wanted. If I did something wrong, you could have just said so.”
“Nothin’ was wrong.” She said quietly. It was then he turned her around to face him and the metal mug in her hand clanged on the floor.
He took her face in his hands and kissed her, and when they parted she looked into his eyes and saw nothing but love written in them. She was stronger than him, faster, she didn’t have to let him hold her there, but, something was keeping her feet glued to the floor.
“Zoe, I love you. I can’t just toss that out into The Black over ‘nothin’.”
“That war took everyone I love from me…I have nothing left but this ship.”
“I’m on the ship, it can be like a two-for-one.” He smiled slightly.
“You’ll leave me.”
“Where would I go?”
She was silent.
“Oh, there? Well I’ll end up there a lot faster without you than with you, trust me. I’ve been fading away ever since you decided to stop touching me, I am at critical mass.” He was glad to see her smiling slightly then, and he could feel her body begin to relax against him. “I can’t make any promises, but, I can say I will try my best to make sure whatever time we have left together is worthwhile…then again, I hope we have at least another fifty years under our belts.”
“Now if you don’t love me, you had better say it, because, we are quickly making a descent into the point of no return.” He placed his hands on her hips, she realized she had missed their warm weight there.
“No.”
“That was not the answer I was looking for, but, to each his own…”
“No, I love you, Wash, I’ve wanted you, I want you.”
“Then it looks like we are mighty behind.”
Wash helped her finish her kitchen duties before hauling her quickly down into his bunk.
**********
They made it down the ladder without struggle, closed the door to the hatch, and locked it. He had her then, in a dark corner just on the inside of the entrance, fingers tangled in her hair, breathing heavily, he ground his pelvis against hers once more and she made a low sound in her throat that reverberated through him, he felt as though he were losing control, like he had been spilt in two, as if he might just collapse from pleasure, passion, and possession and seep out of himself through the pores-he missed the feeling. As he unbuttoned her blouse, placing sloppy kisses against her sternum, he said:
“Patience is a virtue, Zoe Washburne.” Her fingers tightened in his hair.
“What did you say?” He was beginning to undo her pants when she spoke, he slipped a hand inside them brushing reverently at damp, coarse hair there, her knees buckled slightly.
“It seems you need to learn a thing or two about attention to detail, for example, when I do this” he shoved two fingers into her slick entrance, she clutched him to her and gasped as he smiled against her cheek. His whisper was a low rumble that only added to the tingling between her thighs, “you do that, and that’s how I know you like it.”
Patience is a virtue, and Wash is a very virtuous man.