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[flybywash]

Wash doesn't know what wakes him up nearly an hour and a half before his alarm's set to go off. He'd like to think it's something other than the quiet, sinking knowledge of what day it is

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[righthandwoman]

The touch on her hair doesn't wake Zoe up--it's too light, for one thing, and too familiar, for another.

But as Wash shifts position and the mattress dips and rises, she rolls on to her back, muttering slightly, not quite awake, but not so deeply asleep anymore.

[flybywash]

Wash slides his arm down to her waist, kissing the top of her head before resting his chin on her shoulder.

"You awake, baby?" he whispers.

[righthandwoman]

Zoe shifts again, and then blinks, one hand coming up to rub sleep out of her eyes.

Low, "Shi a."

[flybywash]

"Okay."

And he leans to kiss her properly, fingers spreading out over her hip.

"Just wanted to make sure before I did that." He smiles a little. "Morning."