A/N: I've written a few drabbles post from this universe. I've decided to add them to the story. They are unbeta'd so my mistakes are my own. I hope you enjoy. As always I own nothing and feel free to say hello on tumblr (dispatchesfromdistrict7). Please let me know what you think.
Wash pushed Zoe up against the wall behind Serenity's jury-rigged engine. Their lips met in a searing kiss. Tongues tangled. Teeth nipped. He began tugging at her belt as his lips traveled along her jaw up to nip at her ear. He popped the button of her trousers free as he began to gently suck at that spot right that always made her moan. He pulled away and looked into her dark eyes. His hand teased the edge of her panties before dipping underneath. His fingers found her slit and stroked.
Wash leaned forward and swallowed her moan as he finally touched the sensitive nub, circling. Zoe pressed into his hand. He continued his ministrations as she moaned in delight until he heard that little hitch in her cry that said she was close. She cried out in protest when he withdrew his hand.
"Not yet, baby."
Wash shoved her pants and panties down so they pooled at her ankles before he dropped to his knees. Understanding his intention she widened her stance slightly as he leaned forward and licked through her folds.
"Stop," she whispered. "I heard something."
Wash pulled back. "Baby, everyone is at the market on planet. We're alone."
He leaned forward again and licked. Then he heard them too. Kaylee and Simon had returned from the market. He paused and looked up at his wife. "You better keep quiet," he whispered before leaning forward to find her clit.
Peeta knew there was something familiar about this scene. "Katniss!" he called.
"What?" she yelled backed from wherever she was in their apartment.
"You know I don't like it when our sex life appears in fics?"
"Come on, Peeta. You know sometimes I need to test out the choreography?"
Peeta got up from his desk and walked toward her voice. As he turned to enter their bedroom he said, "You didn't exactly choreograph this? If I remember correctly this was a quickie I initiated at—"
His breath caught in his throat as he saw Katniss waiting for him on the bed wearing only small orange scrap of lace that was supposed to service as a night gown.
She looked up at him with a gleam in her eyes. "You're right. I shouldn't have done it," she apologized, but the tone of her voice indicated she was not a bit sorry. "I guess now I have to face the consequences."
Peeta pulled his shirt over his head and chuckled. "Yes, woman, you do."