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catkoAlternate Episode Ending: War Stories (Firefly)
Zoe sets a steaming bowl in front of Wash. He grins. "Mmm. Wife soup. I must've done good." There's a groan near the door, and they watch Mal enter, gingerly. He looks pointedly at Wash. "Did you tell her?"
"What?" Mal turns to Zoe. "Your husband has demanded we sleep together. He thinks it would get this sexual tension out -- a fair fight for your womanly affections."
He gestures her toward him and puts her hands on his hip and shoulder. "I know it's a difficult mission... but you and I... have to get it on."
Zoe nods. "We have no choice. Take me, sir. Take me hard." She steps in close. Mal loses his pained expression; his eyes soften. They lean in and their lips brush within a breath of air. They draw back, eyes locked. Zoe licks her lips. Mal feels her warmth pressed against him, his own heat rising up. He jerks back and stares at a distant point, eyes blank but mind racing.
Wash strides over, grabbing Zoe around the waist. "Ah. We'll be in our bunk." As he pulls her toward the door, she stops and whispers. Wash turns consideringly, breaking into a slow smile. "Uh, Mal?"
Mal turns. Wash winks. "You…coming?"
Mal gapes. "Huh?"
Zoe gestures invitingly. "Yes. Coming… With us, Sir. (pause) Honey." She turns and moves into the passageway, Wash following. Mal stares, starts to rub his chest, and grimaces in pain. He considers, grins, takes a deep breath, and goes to follow the clatter and giggles.
As he steps through the door, Jayne looms up. "What's the commotion? Can't a man get some peace after all that fightin’? Oh hey, Mal." Pushing by, he thwacks Mal on the chest. Mal doesn’t wince but continues his beeline into the passage. Jayne shrugs and peers into the kitchen. "Hey! Free soup! I guess I'm the one getting' lucky tonight!"
THE END.
Zoe sets a steaming bowl in front of Wash. He grins. "Mmm. Wife soup. I must've done good." There's a groan near the door, and they watch Mal enter, gingerly. He looks pointedly at Wash. "Did you tell her?"
"What?" Mal turns to Zoe. "Your husband has demanded we sleep together. He thinks it would get this sexual tension out -- a fair fight for your womanly affections."
He gestures her toward him and puts her hands on his hip and shoulder. "I know it's a difficult mission... but you and I... have to get it on."
Zoe nods. "We have no choice. Take me, sir. Take me hard." She steps in close. Mal loses his pained expression; his eyes soften. They lean in and their lips brush within a breath of air. They draw back, eyes locked. Zoe licks her lips. Mal feels her warmth pressed against him, his own heat rising up. He jerks back and stares at a distant point, eyes blank but mind racing.
Wash strides over, grabbing Zoe around the waist. "Ah. We'll be in our bunk." As he pulls her toward the door, she stops and whispers. Wash turns consideringly, breaking into a slow smile. "Uh, Mal?"Mal turns. Wash winks. "You…coming?"
Mal gapes. "Huh?"
Zoe gestures invitingly. "Yes. Coming… With us, Sir. (pause) Honey." She turns and moves into the passageway, Wash following. Mal stares, starts to rub his chest, and grimaces in pain. He considers, grins, takes a deep breath, and goes to follow the clatter and giggles.
As he steps through the door, Jayne looms up. "What's the commotion? Can't a man get some peace after all that fightin’? Oh hey, Mal." Pushing by, he thwacks Mal on the chest. Mal doesn’t wince but continues his beeline into the passage. Jayne shrugs and peers into the kitchen. "Hey! Free soup! I guess I'm the one getting' lucky tonight!"
THE END.
