AN: This is NOT a one word prompt, but I suppose it could be for Wash/Taylor - Ooops. Bonus fic written for sky_kiss and zapf_chancery.

Taylor yanked her forcefully through the door and locked it behind her (best not to take anymore chances) before pulling her back into his arms. The kisses were bruising in their intensity, Wash just getting back from ten days OTG. Their hands were moving frantically, not able to decide on a good place to stop so instead roaming freely, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Wash let out a low moan as Taylor locked onto her pulse point and backed her towards his desk. She grabbed his hair and tugged enough to bring his face back level with hers as she kissed him desperately, tongues dancing in a way that heated her blood and made her wrap her leg around his hip, trying to gain better leverage.

It was as he was sweeping everything from his desk that her leg banged against it, the metal grip of her gun letting out a loud 'TING' as it contacted the surface harshly. The both froze, staring at each other with wide eyes as the glass shattered into a thousand pieces around their feet.

"You broke my desk lieutenant…"

Wash's somber face crumpled into a smirk as she snorted in laughter. "It was bound to happen eventually… sir. It doesn't exactly bring the word 'sturdy' to mind."

"How 'bout the word 'retribution'? That do anything for ya?" he asked, hoisting her into his arms and heading for the conference table.

Wash's mouth was a little dry, she found it incredibly hot when he picked her up. "Depends on the form it takes," she replied, swallowing thickly.

He set her down on the floor, yanking her shirt and bra over her head in one motion. "Torture I think…" he said with an evil smirk.

And oh, how he made her scream that evening.

The next day at the weekly meeting everyone had given Taylor's hatless dino skull odd looks before settling in, none the wiser since he had had a bit of soundproofing added to his office. (Selfish reasons, but justified by the need to keep spies from overhearing pertinent colony information.)

It was towards the end of the meeting and Malcolm was getting fired up about the lack of resources being allocated to the research department, deciding to smack his hand down on the table to make sure his point was clear when Wash burst out laughing.

She had a very clear image of Taylor planting her ass in that very spot the night before so he could do wicked things to her. The man in question shot her a sly look before telling the confused looking Malcolm to please continue.

She knew then that the weekly meetings were going to be much more interesting in the future.