They're safe and content now, but Wash doesn't know how long that will last. Not once they start going after Control, and not when Control find out what Oquirrh has done. He wants every night to be like tonight. Perfect. But he knows that can't happen.

He's got to take advantage of it now. "May I?" he whispers, leaning in for a kiss. He can't back out now. He won't. And he certainly doesn't want to.