Zoe jerked slightly at the touch, but she didn't fight him. This was the better part of the dream; now all she had to worry about was waking up. Her fingers were once more gripping and twisting his shirt; he was real. If he wasn't, she hoped whatever had happened to her would continue. Mal had seen her for a brief moment like this, but he couldn't give her the comfort, the assurance, anything. He wasn't Wash.
She watched Wash's lips as they moved, saying things that she needed to hear. Her brow softened a little; her lips slowly pulled into a smile, and tears slid unchecked. He didn't understand, but at that moment, she felt that if he did, he would have forgiven her. And, chaste kisses in such volatile moments rarely remained chaste for only so long.
Zoe didn't say she loved him back; she didn't say anything at all. Instead, she tried to put it all in one kiss. It wasn't a kiss of life, but it could probably wake a few things up. Her body pressed to his as she kissed him, just a hint of pressure from her hips and thighs to nudge him back to the table. For the moment, she'd forget that they really should be checking his head to make sure nothing was leaking out. All she wanted right then was to feel him against her.