"All the fun ideas are bad." Casbah. The club. Dinner with Wash. Sex afterward. Repeated, sweaty, wonderful sex. If he weren't so damn tired and so sure that Wash needed rest as much as he did? There'd be a repeat.

For now it's his lips, chaste and dry against the crackling mass around the implant site.

D's strangely quiet. He never mentioned what he remembered of his first few moments of life aside from being certain he was alpha to being told it was his birthday and he was Delta.