Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Firefly characters or am in any way connected to the show.

Characters: Wash, Zoe

Summary: Wash and Zoe on Valentine’s Day. Do I need to say anything else? NC-17

Author’s Notes: You asked for it. Here it is. Feedback is always appreciated. =o)

Valentine’s Day: Wash & Zoe By KaySky

She smiled as she woke up to the feeling of warm breath and soft kisses on her neck. “Husband, you’re up rather early.”

“It’s my favorite day of the year.”

“And what day would that be?” She rolled over on her other side so she could face her adoring husband.

“The one day a year where the sole purpose is to do nothing but have sex.” He grinned.

“And here I thought Valentine’s Day was supposed to be romantic.”

“You want romantic? You shall get romantic!” Wash jumped out of bed, pulled on a pair of pants and went running out of their bunk.

* * * *

“Making coffee Kaylee?” Wash asked as he ran into the kitchen.

“Yep, thought I’d surprise Simon with some.”

Wash could tell by the way she was smiling she was obviously planning on doing what he so badly desired to do with Zoe. “So if I brought you coffee and maybe whipped you up something to eat, you’d let me have sex with you, right?”

“Wash!” Kaylee exclaimed.

He rolled his eyes. “I meant if you were Zoe.” He paused, waiting for Kaylee’s answer. His eyes filled with hope. “So would you?”

“Suppose it would be mighty nice to have someone cook for me.” The coffee finished brewing and she poured a cup for Simon.

Wash was getting busy, rummaging through the cupboards, looking for something to make.

Kaylee left Wash with one final thought before heading out the door. “Oh Wash, I think it’d be best if the dinosaurs didn’t come out to play today.” She giggled and headed off to the passenger dorms.

Wash was saddened by the thought of not playing with his dinosaurs, but a smile quickly reappeared on his face when his thoughts were accompanied with mental images of playing with his naked wife under their soft, silky sheets.

* * * *

In less than twenty minutes, Wash was back in their bunk. “Sweetkins, I made you a romantic breakfast.” He sat down on the bed next to her. “Hungry?”

“Is that supposed to be food?” Zoe laughed. “I’m no quite sure I’ve ever seen anything like it.”

“Kaylee made it. We were in there cooking together and when she saw how great mine was compared to hers she slugged me in the arm, stole your breakfast, went running out of the room and left me with this.” His eyes gazed into hers. He knew she wasn’t going to buy it.

She gave him a soft kiss on the lips. “Husband, we both know Kaylee’s a damn fine cook.” She reached her hand to his cheek. “It was very romantic of you to try.” Her smiled was like an invitation.

Wash took the plate of food and set it aside so he could take position on his wife. “How would you like to have a Wash for breakfast?” He grinned devilishly into her eyes.

She never pictured herself marrying a funnyman, but that was before she met Wash. “They say breakfast is the most important meal of the day.” She leaned his head toward hers. “It would be wrong to skip it.”

Wash loved Zoe’s ears. He liked to nibble on them. It drove him wild. He nibbled her right ear, planted kisses around her collar bone, on her lips, around her collar bone again, and nibbled her left ear.

“Mmm…” Zoe moaned.

He kisses down her chest, stopping in her cleavage. “Melons…” He grinned. “It wouldn’t be breakfast without some fruit.” He took a breast into his mouth. His tongue swirled around her already aroused nipple. As his mouth paid attention to one, his hand paid attention to the other. He massaged her breast roughly, making her moan even harder. Her breasts were the perfect size for his hands. He switched up the techniques, giving each breast a chance to enjoy some of both worlds.

His mouth drifted away from her breast and was replaced with his hand. His mouth needed to be free to move downwards, but her breast could go unattended. He kissed circles around her bellybutton before moving to a comfortable spot between her legs.

His tongue swirled around her clit, making her clutch the sheets in her hands.

“Ooohhh…husband.”

One hand left her breasts, allowing for two fingers to be inserted into her wet heat. He drove his fingers deep inside. With every thrust he added speed and force. When he increased the pace of his tongue, he pushed her over the edge.

She motioned for Wash to meet her lips. She liked the way she tasted. “Husband, I do believe it’s my turn for breakfast.” She pushed him back on the bed. Her kisses started on his shoulders. She loved tracing his muscles with her tongue.

She rubbed her hands up and down his smooth chest before planting tiny kisses down his happy trail. “It wouldn’t be breakfast without sausage.” She grinned, planting kisses along his erection. Slowly her tongue moved up, down, and all around his shaft. She sucked the tip of his head, causing Wash to moan. She finally took all of him in her mouth. She moved her mouth up and down, letting her teeth slightly graze against his cock with each motion.

His moans caused her to crave him inside her. She gave his cock one final kiss before sliding it inside her. As she straddled him on the bed, she looked into his loving eyes. She started off slowly, but once she angled herself right and his erection found that special place, slow was no longer an option. She moved faster. Moans were escaping from both. Her climax came first, but his was only a thrust behind.

Zoe collapsed on top of her husband. They were both sweaty and exhausted. It was nice. They fell asleep in each others arms.

Several hours later, Zoe was the first to wake. She kissed Wash’s neck and whispered into his ears. “Breakfast was incredible.”

He smiled and turned to face her. “How about lunch?”

At first Zoe thought he wanted more sex, but she heard his tummy grumble. “Since you made me breakfast, I’ll go fix us lunch.” She kissed him on the nose, pulled on one of his shirts and headed for the kitchen.

* * * *

When she got to the kitchen, she knew exactly what she was looking for. How she kept it hidden without anyone noticing was beyond her. She gathered the contents and headed back to her bunk. * * * *

She flopped down the contents onto their bed.

Wash’s eyes widened. “Is that?” He asked excitedly.

“Yep. Hard to believe someone hadn’t found it.” She took the lid off the ice cream, scooped some onto her finger, and placed it into Wash’s mouth. “All the spoons were dirty. We’ll have to improvise.”

“Mmm…I love chocolate.” He dipped his index finger into the ice cream, but instead of leading his finger to Zoe’s mouth, he led it to her nose. “Oops!”

“Husband, I do think that was intentional!”

“I’d never do that.” His devilish grin said otherwise.

Minutes later they were both covered in ice cream. Each took opportunities licking it off each other.

“I need to tell the ice cream people about this combo.” He licked a spot off of Zoe’s breast. “We can call it chocolate melon.”

She laughed and brought his mouth to hers. The kiss deepened, and Zoe soon found herself on her back with Wash straddling her and her legs resting over his shoulders.

He began thrusting into her. She arched her hips, yearning for him to go deeper. He leaned down to kiss her, moans sneaked out between their kisses.

He felt her start to tighten around him. He knew she was close. He pulled away from the kisses so he could watch her hit her breaking point. That was all he needed to reach his. This time it was him who collapsed onto her. He gently rolled off, but kept her in his arms. Sleep triumphed over both of them.

Hours later, Wash awoke. He just watched Zoe sleep. She was so beautiful…so extremely sexy covered in ice cream.

Her eyes slowly opened. “Good morning.”

“Morning?” Wash said. “It’s dinner time.” He rolled on top of her. “What shall we have?”

“Husband, we are both sticky from the ice cream.” She ran her fingers through his hair. “We need to clean up before we eat.”

A small look of disappointment crept over Wash’s face. It didn’t last very long.

“Did you want to wash my back first, or shall I do yours?” She asked flirtatiously.

His face perked up in excitement. “Ladies first.”

The End. (Love it? Hate it? Just tell me what you think!)