He didn't know how she managed it, but Zoe always managed to taste good.
Not like "I'm going to eat you because I am evil and a cannibal" kind of good, but a "I think I'll tell the Captain to go cao ni ma so that I get more kissin' in" kind of good.
And it was nice kissing her anyways. It tasted good, it felt good, and, if he was lucky, it led to things that felt even better.
But, unfortunately, now was not the time or place for that, so he kissed his wife goodbye, and drove off.
This Firefly story was written by Kate Bolin. If you liked it, there's plenty more at http://www.dymphna.net/fanfic/. And you can feedback her at dymphna@dymphna.net.