Wash's bottom dropped back onto that table with no need for further coercing from Zoe as they kissed. The throbbing of his head melted away like an ice-planet in the engine room. Had he been hurt? He couldn't remember nor be bothered to think about anything else but the Amazonian woman he had his arms around -- drawing her close to pull her into his lap. Could there possibly be anything amiss in the world when she straddled his lap like that, lips parting as that formerly innocent kiss deepened.
Wash kept his hand on the small of Zoe's back, drawing her down with him as he reclined on the exam table. It was like something out of his brand of dreaming up until his head bumped against the surface of the tabletop. The kiss paused with a painful grimace as the reason they were in the infirmary to start with came rushing back upon refreshing the contusion where his head had hit the ground after the butt of her rifle had struck him.
"Ow... There's something to be said about a bunk with pillows.." He grumbled, one hand moving back to trace over the tender spot on the back of his head.