"You heart-breaker, you," Wash teased. It feels a little like it had back in the project. Easier somehow, just the two of them teasing each other, playing, like there's nothing real outside of what's in this room. They can take the time to make out, to explore, to enjoy each other. There's no war in this room.

He's worrying a mark into Taylor's neck when he feels it, something that makes him spark with pleasure, stops him breathing for a moment. "Damn," he says breathless and laughing, "a little warning?"