Mprov fic number 3
Nov. 30th, 2005 03:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
deathpixieFor Silensy, who mproved me "picnic, legend, shoelace!" for either X-Men or Firefly.
Fandom: Firefly. Set not long after "Trashed".
Rating: G. It's fluff, pure and simple.
Disclaimer: Not mine. No profit, only homage.
Notes: It's short, it's sweet, and you probably should have a dose of insulin handy...
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"Okay, just a little bit further, watch that tree root..."
"Wash, how am I supposed to watch the tree root when I'm blindfolded?"
"Good point, good point. Um, don't watch the tree root, then, just let me..." Wash, so intent on watching Zoe's feet, failed to take into account his own dangling shoelace. With a yelp he tripped backwards, pulling Zoe with him, landing squarely on his back with an audible 'woof!' of expelled air. Zoe, flailing blindly and landing on top of him, only compounded the breathlessness. For a few minutes Wash's world involved a lot of gasping and fish-like faces.
Sliding off the blindfold, Zoe rolled off him with feline grace. "Here, put your head between your knees," she instructed, lips twitching only a little with suppressed laughter. Her hands were firm as she pulled him up into a sitting position and leant him forward, rubbing his back slightly. "I appreciate the romantic gesture, honey, but I prefer my man with oxygen in him."
"Breathing's... vastly... overrated," Wash managed, sucking in gulps of air. Eventually the winding eased, and he looked up at Zoe with that particular wounded puppy look. "I just wanted to surprise you. Falling on my ass wasn't part of the plan."
"Surprise me with what, exactly?" she asked, smiling at the Look.
"That, over there," he said, waving his hand at a small clearing just up ahead. He'd spread a blanket on the ground and there was a wooden box holding various containers. A bottle peeked out of the top. "You, me, a picnic in the woods, no shouting, no crazy girls, no guns except yours, which I find incredibly sexy, by the way... What do you think?"
"I think," Zoe said firmly, moving to straddle Wash's legs and wrapping her arms around his neck. "I think that's the best plan I've heard all month. And that includes Kaylee's stroke of genius with the Lassiter. And that was the stuff of legends." She leaned in to kiss him then, his hands moving to encircle her waist, and nothing more was said for a very long time.
Fandom: Firefly. Set not long after "Trashed".
Rating: G. It's fluff, pure and simple.
Disclaimer: Not mine. No profit, only homage.
Notes: It's short, it's sweet, and you probably should have a dose of insulin handy...
***
"Okay, just a little bit further, watch that tree root..."
"Wash, how am I supposed to watch the tree root when I'm blindfolded?"
"Good point, good point. Um, don't watch the tree root, then, just let me..." Wash, so intent on watching Zoe's feet, failed to take into account his own dangling shoelace. With a yelp he tripped backwards, pulling Zoe with him, landing squarely on his back with an audible 'woof!' of expelled air. Zoe, flailing blindly and landing on top of him, only compounded the breathlessness. For a few minutes Wash's world involved a lot of gasping and fish-like faces.
Sliding off the blindfold, Zoe rolled off him with feline grace. "Here, put your head between your knees," she instructed, lips twitching only a little with suppressed laughter. Her hands were firm as she pulled him up into a sitting position and leant him forward, rubbing his back slightly. "I appreciate the romantic gesture, honey, but I prefer my man with oxygen in him."
"Breathing's... vastly... overrated," Wash managed, sucking in gulps of air. Eventually the winding eased, and he looked up at Zoe with that particular wounded puppy look. "I just wanted to surprise you. Falling on my ass wasn't part of the plan."
"Surprise me with what, exactly?" she asked, smiling at the Look.
"That, over there," he said, waving his hand at a small clearing just up ahead. He'd spread a blanket on the ground and there was a wooden box holding various containers. A bottle peeked out of the top. "You, me, a picnic in the woods, no shouting, no crazy girls, no guns except yours, which I find incredibly sexy, by the way... What do you think?"
"I think," Zoe said firmly, moving to straddle Wash's legs and wrapping her arms around his neck. "I think that's the best plan I've heard all month. And that includes Kaylee's stroke of genius with the Lassiter. And that was the stuff of legends." She leaned in to kiss him then, his hands moving to encircle her waist, and nothing more was said for a very long time.
