To Have Her
Summary: Hoban "Wash" Washburne couldn't be happier with his wife. Join him and his thoughts one night when the pair have gone to bed. Drabble, one-shot.
He pressed a trail of kissed on her soft, dark skin. She sighed contently, and rolled over, with her back turned to him. Zoë got a hold of his arm, draped it over her stomach, and pulled him closer. He smiled, and nuzzled her hair.
Sometimes, he still couldn't believe that she wanted to be with him. That the gorgeous creature lying beside him had actually accepted his love for her, and somehow managed to love him in return. Wash smiled absently. Zoë was a goddess to him, just as beautiful and dangerous, and he loved absolutely everything about her. She had granted him the most amazing gift in the universe, by letting him marry her, and to be able to call her his wife. Lying in their bed aboard Serenity, breathing in the familiar scent of them, he felt more at home than he had at any other place.
He lazily stroked her naked stomach, knowing she would love to carry their baby in there. He would love for that to happen too, he did really want to see that kid someday. Hopefully, it would take after Zoë. She was better than Wash at most things. Course, he was a great pilot, and he did pride himself on his humour, but Zoë was brilliant at so much more. Wash thought it over. Granted, he could do with a kid who didn't have the same talent of seeking out danger as his wife. In looks however, he'd love it if his child took after its mother. Her luscious hair, beautiful eyes, enticing skin… He smiled, the picture of their kid already forming in his mind. It was not a good time for that now, though, but someday. For now he was more than content to just have her.