(Anonymous Tumblr request for Wash and Eleven fluff occurring during Season 9. Written 12.25.12.)
"Wait, stop!"
Eleven jumped in surprise as Wash flung an arm out, barring her way just outside the entrance to the party. Inside the large, darkened room, she could see the holographic LEDs flashing in bright green and red. Multiple whiskey bottles littered the ground around Maine and Wyoming, and York and Carolina were already lip-locking ferociously in the corner.
"What?" she asked in trepidation, already reaching for the pistol strapped to her garter beneath her shimmering blue dress. "What is it?"
Wash's face stared intently at the top of the doorway, and as soon as Eleven followed his gaze, her tense muscles relaxed and she laughed. A small tangle of leaves hung above the door.
"I see how it is. You don't want to kiss me."
Wash lowered his hand. "Nope, that's not it."
"Oh? Then what's the alarm?"
"Before we step under that," he explained, pointing at the greenery. "I want to give you this." He handed Eleven a small, folded square of paper scribbled with two 1s. "Read it later, okay?"
Slightly perplexed, Eleven stuck the note in her dress. "Why give this to me now?"
Wash shrugged. "The second we step under that doorway, I'm going to get so distracted I might forget later."
He smiled at Eleven, gripping her hand and pulling her under the sprig of green. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed their lips together tenderly; as the moments passed and the two still had not parted, Eleven understood exactly why Wash had decided to give her the note before entering the party.