Wash buried his head in Zoe's cleavage. "Did I ever mention that I really, really like your breasts?"
She chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "You may have, once or twice."
His eyes twinkled as he looked up at her. "Only? Do you suppose they're feeling neglected?"
Zoe laughed outright as Wash began to tease her nipples with his tongue, and then tensed in pain. "Ow! Wash, wait," she grimaced. The bruise just below her collar bone was begining to ache and turn dark.
"Gorramit," he muttered. "Is there any way I can get you to not get in front of the flying bullets and such?" Wash's hair was damp with sweat, and his arms squeezed Zoe closer as he laid his head on her stomach. They both knew the answer to that one, of course; Zoe didn't deign to answer, and Wash just needed to complain once in a while.
It kept them both sane.
Zoe took a deep breath, and asked a question that had been rattling around her brain for a bit. "So, my dear Wash, how much would you be willing to wager?"
A manic grin lit up Wash's face. "Wager? Wager on what, pray tell, my stunningly perfect wife?" He canted himself up on his elbows.
"On who gets our new Doctor into bed first." Zoe's smile was nothing short of evil. Wash laughed.
"Our intrepid engineer, versus who else?"
Zoe grinned, "Jayne, of course."
Wash's smile dropped into an "O" of surprise, then tightened up again. "I'll take Kaylee. For what?"
"Hm." Zoe thought, and ruffled her hands through Wash's hair. "First bath on the next planet after confirmation."
Wash rolled over, chuckling. "And what if our dear Kaylee-bird lands in Jayne's bunk instead?"
Planting a quick kiss on Wash's cheek, Zoe replied, "Why, I guess we'll just have to share the bath, then."