A/N from A.C.: This is a drabble from a long time ago… I still think it's kinda funny though.
"I look ridiculous…." York complained looking down at his new outfit, "Do I really have to go through with this?"
"York, you said you'd do 'er a favor and you owe it to her… Sadly…" Wash covered his mouth with a hand, stifling his laughter in addition to his words. "She chose that you have to embarrass yourself after all…"
"Seriously? Why'd I need Allison's help on that mission? I could've just asked you…"
"Dude, you'd want me to flirt with the fucking mob boss when you tried to get away with the stolen stuff…? Yeah," He laughed, "That'd last long."
York shoved a fluffy gloved hand against Wash's chest, pushing him back a little. "I'd rather take that risk than this one!"
Wash lightly pushed him back, snickering still, "Come on man, you look great as a giant pale green bunny…"
York crossed his arms against the fuzzy suit. "Hey, would you want me laughing if you were the one in the suit?"
"No," He laughed again. "But that's not the point. You're the one in the suit!"
York felt his lips turn down in a slight frown and turned away childishly. It almost caused Wash to burst out into laughter. When he turned, the big green bunny ears on his head wiggled and the little white bushy tail on his green fuzzy bottom swished side to side. The recovery agent covered his mouth with his hand again stifling a low chuckle, snorting a little.
Wash reached out to the fuzzy rabbit, or rather, the man in the costume. He put his hand on the shoulder in front of him, his finger stroking along the fur. "Hmm….fuzzy…"
He turned York around forcefully, his lips curved up in a smirk. Wash traced his hand down the fuzzy green chest of the suit, fingers deftly tracing over the soft faux fur. York felt the blood racing to his face… as well as other places…
"W-what're you do-?" York was cut off by Wash's lips pressed to his own. York grabbed a fistful of Washington's shaggy brown hair, and held tight as his tongue explored the locksmith's mouth. The recovery agent slid his tongue around the dark caverns of York's mouth, tasting his unique taste, licking up all he could. The smaller man pulled away from the recovery agent, panting softly.
"I-I can't…. need to get to Tex…." He said shakily. Wash's hand slid to the back of the suit, reaching for the zipper. He pulled it down tantalizingly slow.
"So you can embarrass yourself?" Wash questioned in a husky voice. He saw York slowly nod his head. "You are right now…"
Tex lowered the sniper rifle and shook her head. "This is the last time I offer to help someone…"