Afternoon Haze
By: MajorSam
Takes place after everyone gets back from Hollywoodland, but before Christopher and Flynn arrive. How did Lucy end up in that plaid shirt that looks so suspiciously like Wyatt's… 😉 Makes references to my story "Morning Light" so I would advise you read that one first.
For visual inspiration, please refer to:
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If you survived that… please continue, and enjoy.
(Disclaimer, I don't remember where or from who I found that gif, except that it was on tumblr. If it's yours or you know where it's from, please give due credit. Hot DANG does it look exactly like our Lyatt… )
FYI, this is a two-chapter story!
The team had expected the usual immediate post-mission debrief upon their arrival home but were surprised when only Mason and Jiya greeted them. Upon learning that Christopher, and their potentially unwanted-but-necessary guest Flynn still weren't back, they decided to postpone the briefing in favour of changing back into normal clothes and enjoying a short period of rest. Lucy had just finished lovingly folding her 40's dress and depositing it in the spare closet where they stored their stolen clothes. They never knew when they might need to go back to the same era again. She turned around, ready to make and enjoy a cup of tea, but instead wacked right into a solid human form.
"Oh, geez," she nearly fell to the floor, but strong arms caught her.
"Hey, uh, Lucy," Wyatt coughed. "I was looking for you. You said you had something to show me?"
Lucy frowned at him. "I did?"
"Yeah," he looked around, trying to be casual, shoving his hands in his pockets. "You know, that history thing."
"Um..."
"The thing we talked about on the mission. About... cars. In the 40's. You said you had a book in your room."
She narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously but slowly nodded her head. "Oh. That. Right. Of course." Wyatt kept looking around as she led him to her and Jiya's room but no one could be seen. Lucy let him into the room after her, closing the door and turning around, mouth open to demand what the hell he was talking about, but never got the chance.
His mouth was on hers the second the door clicked shut, her body slamming back against the door with the force of it. She gasped, hands flying to his shoulders to push him away a few moments later once she'd recovered from the shock of it.
"Oh my god, Wyatt," she panted, gawking up at his now dark blue eyes.
"Sorry," he gave a lopsided, sheepish grin. "I just... had to kiss you again."
Her lips pressed together in a wide, close-mouthed smile. "Oh yeah?"
He tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "Yeah."
"So out in the hall, that was what, flirting?" her mouth broke apart into a laugh.
He scowled but there was no hurt in it. "I was trying to be subtle in case someone was listening."
She kept laughing. "Wow, for a hot shot delta force star, you suck at being covert."
"It's not my fault. You put me off my game!"
"Oh, sure, blame me. I retract my statement from last night. I no longer think you were the popular cool guy at school. I think you wouldn't have known what to do if even a single lady had lined up around the block for you."
"Hey, I'm not that bad."
"Oh soldier, you tried to woo me and then started spluttering about old cars," she patted his face consolingly. "You, in fact, are that bad."
He pouted, and it was so adorable she used her grip on his face to pull him in for a long, hot kiss.
"But I guess I'll put up with it," she murmured against his lips.
"Your cross to bear?" His hands slid down to her ass and before she knew what was happening, he'd hoisted her up in the air like she weighed nothing. She squeaked, legs wrapping around his body out of pure survival instinct.
"Something like that," she nodded breathlessly, arms around his shoulders.
"Poor you."
"Mmm," she hummed in agreement, leaning in to kiss him again. He backed up until the backs of his knees hit the metal frame of a bed. He turned around, ready to dump Lucy onto it when she pulled back with a pop.
"No!" she yelped. "Jiya's!"
"Woops," he chuckled, all functional thought leaving him in a steady flow as Lucy filled up his senses. He quickly adjusted and took the few steps to the other bed, tossing her onto it. She bounced and laughed, shoving the blanket to the foot of the bed before extending eager arms towards him. He took her hands and climbed onto the bed after her, stretching her arms above her head and pinning her hands down with his. She hummed against his lips again, biting down on his tongue for a sharp second before soothing it with a lick.
"Lucy..." he groaned.
"It's next time now, isn't it?" she said in a low voice. "You wanted naughty professor?"
If he'd had any blood left in his brain before it was now officially all gone.
"Too bad the suspenders are already gone," she mused, clenching her fingers around his.
"Next-next time?" he suggested.
"I might be persuaded."
"Oh yeah, I'm sure it'll be real hard."
"Speaking of hard…" she rolled her hips up into his. His eyes shuttered closed.
Before he knew what was happening, the soldier was on his back, Lucy straddling him with smug eyes boring down into his.
"What the hell?" he stuttered, wide eyed. "How did you… where did you learn that?"
"I may be useless in a fight," she smirked. "But that doesn't mean I don't have moves for… other things."
"Other things?" he repeated faintly.
Her smirk just grew deeper and she reached for the bottom of the white shirt she'd just put on, pulling it off and throwing it behind her to the floor. He watched, slack-jawed, as her bra quickly followed. She cocked her head to the side, looking down at him with hooded eyes as she trailed a hand lazily up her own skin, brushing over a breast.
"You just gonna watch, or do you plan to join?"
He shook his head to clear it and clamped his gaping mouth shut. His hands flew to the drawstring of her sweatpants, swiftly untying it and tugging them off her hips. Should he find the plain, baggy sweats as hot as he did? She scooted back, falling to her bum between his legs so she could stick her legs out in front of her. She waggled her bare feet at him. He laughed, finding her silliness just as sexy. He tugged the sweatpants the rest of the way off and reached for her simple, cotton underwear but she stopped him.
"Uh-uh," she shook a finger at him. "Your turn."
Her hands grabbed the hem of his own plain t-shirt and rid him of it. He lifted his hips so she could undo his jeans and pull them right off. His boxers followed in seconds, leaving him completely bare to her view. He once again reached for her final barrier and she once again stopped him.
"Nope." Her hair framed her face with unruly waves as she shook her head. "You had your fun with me before. It's my turn now."
He gulped, abs clenching as her gaze swept purposely down his chest and paused between his legs. Her smirk was back as she slid down the bed until she was face level with the area.
"Lucy, um…"
"Ah!" she scolded. "My turn."
Her small hand gently took hold of him, keeping his base steady as she leaned in and brushed her lips up his length. His body was wracked with shivers, eyes closing as he threw his head back against the lumpy pillow. He could feel her grin against him as she continued to tease, finally pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of him. He scrubbed a hand down his face, willing himself to stay in control, the other hand fisting in the sheets as she opened her mouth and licked him. Just a little lick, like he was an ice cream cone, just to his head.
"Mmm," she purred. "Just how I like it."
Words were lost to him as she placed her tongue to his base and ran it up the entire length of him, repeating the move all around him, slicking him up before she took him inside her mouth. She opened her jaw wide and slowly sunk down as far as she could. Then she pulled her cheeks in, sucking him hard as her head pulled up, excruciatingly slow. A litany of curse words escaped from between harshly clenched teeth. She laughed against him, the vibrations shooting fireworks across his nerves. She gave a final hard suck to his head before letting go with a lewd pop. His body melted into the mattress, grateful for what he thought would be a reprieve from the torture but she latched onto him once more. The hand not tearing at the sheets flew to her head involuntarily, threading into the thick strands as she took him in once more, her nose flaring with deep breaths as she slid further and further and holy shit he bumped against the back of her throat and she swallowed, taking him just that little bit further and fuck he was not going to last a second longer like this.
He tensed the hand in her hair, wrenching her off him. Her neck twisted to the side and she made a noise, eyes closed and oh shit, had he hurt her? He hadn't meant to pull that hard but she was just so damn good and he didn't want to finish yet and… He opened his mouth to pour out apologies when her eyes opened to bare slits and what he could see of them were black, pupils blown. Her mouth was parted, breathing heavily, a red flush travelling from her cheeks all the way down to her chest. He frowned up at her and she blinked, then raised a single delicate eyebrow. He experimentally gathered her thick locks up in his hand again. When her eyebrow continued to challenge him, he tugged. Her eyes rolled back and she made the noise again, a high-pitched, breathy whine. He tugged again, this time pulling her head to the side, her chest thrusting out at him as her whole body moved with the movement. She moaned again, the rest of her free hair falling down her back and exposing the pale column of her neck.
"Fuck, Lucy," he growled as he surged upwards, a hand circling the back of her neck to hold her in place as his mouth cherished the newly bared skin. She clutched at him, a hand in his hair, an arm around his shoulders.
"I…" she panted above him. "With the hair… I love that…"
"Yeah," he kissed his way up to her mouth. "I got that."
She grabbed his face with both hands, kissing him fiercely for a moment before her hands moved to his chest and she shoved him roughly back to the bed. Her eyes were wild as she finally shed her underwear and aligned her body with his. She wantonly rubbed against his hardness, coating him with her slick arousal. Before she went too far and got off on that alone she took him in hand, rising like a goddess above him and taking him in with a single, sinful slide. Wyatt's eyes fell shut, the feel of her overwhelming to the point he was afraid he'd finish right there. She gave him no time to adjust, his name stuttering from her lips before she started to move. He had no choice but to lie there and let her do what she wanted with him. Even if he were capable of stopping her there was no way he would have wanted to. She was too amazing, too incredible, too gorgeous, taking command of him more quickly and entirely than anyone ever had.
He gripped her hip firmly and let a hand drift up the curve of her waist to her chest, cupping a small breast and running a thumb over the tight bud of her nipple. She gasped and clenched around him, both of them losing their breath in a moan. She quickly sucked in a deep breath, grabbing the hand at her hip and bringing it up to her other breast. Covering both of his hands with hers, she squeezed, working in tandem with him to send tendrils of heat straight to her core. He gazed up at her in awe and when she couldn't stand it anymore she dropped his hands and grabbed his face, fingers wrapping around the back of his neck as she leaned down to kiss him. Her chest rubbed against his and the angle of their hips changed dramatically. She cried out into his mouth and his hands dropped to clench at her thighs. Her hair tumbled wildly around them but she didn't sit up again, just kept kissing him as her body undulated fervently above. Every roll of her hips caused ever growing waves of pleasure, their hot pressure crashing against the shores of their nerves, skin growing slippery with sweat until finally they broke. Lucy's climax hit without warning, her whole body suddenly seizing up, her mouth boring into his as he swallowed her scream. Her walls tightened around him in a vice grip and he tumbled right after her, echoing her cry. He continued to pump up into her, ever weakening, her body wracked with aftershocks that continued to short circuit his senses. Finally, completely spent, Lucy collapsed onto him, her body going limp. She could so get used to this…
The historian woke up not knowing how much time had passed. It could only have been a few minutes, sweat still not dry, and she wished she could just fall back asleep... But reality was already creeping its way into her brain and she sighed, laying her cheek against Wyatt's chest for one final moment before carefully sitting up. He was still inside of her and she hissed when the act of rising inevitably made her tense around him. It would be so easy to just start moving again… but Wyatt was now waking, blinking owlishly up at her. She could tell by his look that it took him several moments to discern what was happening and it made her wonder… for those first few seconds… had he thought this was a dream? Thought she, naked and straddling him, was a dream? Had he ever thought about them like this? She certainly had, try as she might have to stop it. Wyatt bucked lightly beneath her and she mewled, blushing for having done so, but damn it, it had felt so good, but had also unbalanced her, her hands flailing for purchase as she pitched forward. She ended up splayed out on top of him.
"Woops?" he said, not sounding sorry at all. She huffed and bit at the skin of his pec. He froze beneath her.
"Um, Lucy, unless you want to stay here for another good, long, while…"
She groaned. "Don't tempt me. Seriously. Christopher and… well, Christopher, at least, will probably be back any second."
His face scrunched up in distaste. "Yeah. Won't really be keeping our little secret if she walks in on-"
"Exactly," Lucy hastily interrupted. "If our secret is even secret anymore."
"What do you mean?"
"We weren't exactly… quiet…"
Once again, he didn't look very repentant. "Woops?" he repeated.
She rolled her eyes at him and sat up, carefully rising off him and sitting by his side. "Well if we weren't loud enough to give it away, these sheets certainly will."
Wyatt's mouth quirked. "You're right about that."
"Quick laundry load?" she unfolded her legs and stood up, cringing as overworked muscles made themselves known. She moved as if to start grabbing sheets before stopping abruptly. She looked at him coyly. "And while it's running… shower?"
He was out of bed before she could blink.
To Be Continued…
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