For
hawkmoth who requested Wash/Zoe, a hundred words:
Zoe shadowed Mal into the cargo bay. Their negotiations had gone fairly smoothly with only one fist fight. Tomorrow they’d pick up a new cargo and head into the black.
Tonight, she had plans.
“Excuse me, sir.”
Mal half-turned, “What?”
She gestured to her pocket. “Oh, that. You go have fun.”
Zoe decorously sped to her cabin.
“Hon! You’re home early.” Wash grinned cheekily and Zoe couldn’t help smiling.
“I brought you something.” She pulled out the plastic dinosaur.
Wash’s eyes lit up. “For me?”
“Yeah, baby.”
He enveloped her in his arms. “Cool. Can I have the wrappings, too?”