Prompt from satoru-13: Wash/CT, spy film AU.
I have no excuses for this one. None.
He’d never really thought of himself as easily distracted, but it had taken little more than a press of lips against his ear and the promise of later to put his guard down entirely and leave him staring after her as she draws away, lips curled, and he knows it’s a trap, of course, but he falls for it all the same, playing into her hands all the way until she’s got him handcuffed to the bed, the cold muzzle of his gun digging into his chin.
"Uh, I don’t think this was in the script," Wash says, and CT breaks character long enough to snort, shaking her head as she climbs over him and tugs his mouth up to hers, dragging her nails over his bare chest. Really, getting Wash to agree to spicing things up in bed with a little role playing at all is worth his inability to ad-lib.