Fanfiction for The Six Million Dollar Man - Rating M

The heavy curtains kept the moonlight from fully invading their privacy in the bedroom of the small flat. She yearned to fill every waking moment so she didn't have to think about later. Later – being of course, the couple of hours later, when her test-pilot husband would be testing the latest offering in the race for military dominance. She had to push herself past that block of time and remind herself that afterwards, they would be celebrating their recent nuptials. They had planned for a very brief celebration with family and friends and then he promised her a very private and intimate celebration of sorts. That they would marry was the natural assumption to anyone who had seen the two, that they married a day before they actually planned it – even caught the young woman by surprise.

"Marry me?" he asked as he drove by her walkway.

"Steve, I already said yes." She said full of giggles but then she saw the frustration, which denoted his seriousness.

"No, I mean- marry me now." He said presenting her with a whimsical bouquet of flowers. "I don't think I want to wait till tomorrow." And then she saw that little boy in him, with those amazing blue eyes.

"It's just that I... look awful." She said feeling grungy next to him. She was wearing her favorite pair of jeans and shirt.

"You could wear a potato sack and still look like the most beautiful girl."

And of course, how could she refuse him? Not that she wanted to and so she convinced him that despite his kind words she was not apt to marry the love of her life dressed in potato sacks or jeans. She needed to feel fresh and find something more appropriate.

"What about our guests tomorrow?"

"They don't have to know that we went to city hall a day before."

"Our secret ay?"

"I kind of like the idea of being alone with you for the rest of today. And no reception party to worry about."

"Why is it that I like the sound of this Mr. Austin?"

"I even got the minister to be there. Not that we need him but I know you want his blessings, I know you liked him."

"You had time to do that?"

"And shave and shop…" he added as he proudly pulled a carefully laid dress from the trunk.

"Steve, it's beautiful!" incredibly flattered by her fiancées romantic overtures knowing full well he had his days filled with training. And so of course she agreed. There was no doubt in her mind that she wanted to spend become Mrs. Steve Austin.

In the back of her mind, she realized she had totally forgotten about the birth control, but now that they were married, it didn't seem like such a big deal. In fact, the thought of bearing his child warmed her heart.

"You should really worry, I intend to wreck you my love," she kissed him boldly and hotly. Her intentions quite clear as she looked at him like her next dinner meal.

"So this is how I go? Lord, have mercy!" he managed to say as she continued her assault. But just to show her, he lifted himself to meet her hips. She shut her eyes, feeling his flesh meet hers with urgency. Their intimacy always starting with a frenzied pace followed by hours and hours of intoxicatingly slow sensual ministrations. At the moment she was dictating the pace, and she had him right at the brink. Their slow rapture culminated in complete physical fulfillment.

Her voice urging him thrilled him to no end. Steve enjoyed her uninhibited nature. He was also very glad his place allowed them lots of privacy. Thank god, his closest neighbor wasn't that close at all. While his accomplishments made him highly popular, Steve preferred his down time in his very comfortable one bedroom apartment that was remote enough, to be away from mainstream area yet accessible enough to have all the necessities without driving endless miles for them. He looked at the beautiful woman and knew this would do nicely as their first home.

Things had always come easy for him, and he could probably have any woman he wanted. Steve Austin was an impressive sight at 6' feet, graced with a body that was encased with long lean muscles and a washboard flat stomach, his hair was brown and cut short to the nape of his neck giving him a boyish quality that was quite endearing. He was ruggedly handsome, the jaw line strong and defined, the bridge of his nose was straight and perfect pinched at the tip, he had a small cleft in his chin, and then there were his captivating blue eyes. And despite his reputation as the elusive bachelor he was ready to marry when he met her. It wasn't that he didn't want to marry, he had just never thought about it until her.

But she could never be lumped with the many others – Sara Richards was decidedly different. It would take someone like her to reel him in. And aside her beauty, her grace, she was also decidedly likeable. It was hard to find something unfavorable about her. As an army brat, she was born into the life. Her father was a fighter pilot – a war hero, her mother was the model military wife. Sara was the perfect girl, for the perfect man. And even if she hadn't been likeable, those close to him would have had to make an effort just because she was "the chosen one" – Steve's affianced. Cocky, brash, handsome, intelligent and incredibly charming – Steve Austin was adored. And as the youngest man to land on the moon; he was a superstar.

Timing, fate, it had all worked on their favor. As soon as she landed her first job at the air force, he had recently started transferred there as well. They met in the elevator and locked eyes. Later on at a reception for the newest fighter pilots, they were formally introduced. And it was just like that. The small chatter led to lots of many lunch dates, dinner dates and those eventually turned into breakfast in bed. And it was then he realized he couldn't just walk away. He didn't want to, he wanted more. A life and probably lots of kids with the young woman who could sit with him through hours of football games and was able to wolf down some hot dogs and drink beer as well as hold her own with the finest cuisine. It was all a pleasant surprise. He also found her particularly bright. He liked the idea of having a woman who could be intellectually stimulating. The man with the multiple post degrees would require it. And of course she was the perfect companion at his side, especially during those pesky social commitments. She was perfectly gracious, and the chatterer he wasn't and best of all she knew when he had enough, thereby offering the necessary excuses to make a quick exit. He found her was incredibly open, inviting, sweet, not to mention an incredible lover. She wiped the light sheen of sweat over his forehead with her fingers before she allowed her hands to gently roam over the expanse of his chest.

"You okay?" her voice a bit husky from all the exhilaration.

"I think I might not be able to walk anymore."

"I told you I had every intentions of keeping my promise – I fully intend to be the best wife possible. Were you pleased?"

"I am not complaining at all."

"It's only the beginning," as she planted firm kisses on his chest… "I intend to fulfill your every need," Steve was completely enticed by his temptress with the angelic face. She was about to roll off the bed to take a quick shower but he embraced her gently and stretched out his hand to caress her back.

"Don't," he requested softly.

"Why Colonel, is this your way of saying you want more?"

"It's my way of sayin' I want you close to me."

Her face broke into a grin, realizing that she had made the perfect choice in husbands. She shifted her legs slightly so that she could rest on him more comfortably. Her senses were in overdrive as she took him all in, his touch, his scent. She loved everything about him except the one thing – his job. Before she knew what possessed her, she took the opportunity to approach the subject hoping he might have a change of heart given their recent nuptials, "Any chance you can call in sick tomorrow?"

"Sorry honey, I wish I could, but it's the last one for a month. After the party, I'm all yours. We can go anywhere you want to go for our honeymoon. "

"Our honeymoon… that sounds splendid. In fact, just staying in bed with you for a whole month sounds perfect to me."

Sara allowed her head to rest between the nook of his head and his chest. It was a perfect fit she thought as she felt his hard body against her soft curves. Her lashes blinked as she saw him peering down on her. Even with the dim light she could see still see the blue of his eyes, which seemed like the depths of the ocean at midnight. He was staring and she smiled back.

"Practical girl, one of the many reasons I married you."

"That's if you survive me," her comment made his eyebrow cock upward.

"Steve does it really have to be you tomorrow?"

"It's not like it's a surprise. What is it?" his voice changed and she could hear his irritation.

"I like the thought of you not going back for a while. And if you never flew again," she stopped before she said more. They had tried to tell her, the unwritten protocol. You weren't supposed to speak of your worst fears. You weren't supposed to tell them how scared you were for them. How you worried, that he might be the next lump that was stretched across the landing base, into an unrecognizable crisp. None of that was supposed to be spoken. Because that would mean you didn't have confidence in his abilities. And then that might lead him to question himself. And that of course would be the worst predicament – a pilot without confidence.

Steve's eyebrow crooked up into a fine arch, "Don't stop now. I want it all."

"I don't know how I should willingly let you go up there not just tomorrow, but the month later - again and again. And I don't want to be a shrew about it. I hate your job! It scares me to see your face light up when you talk about it. You could not love doing anything more… but it's more than that for you. It defines you, and I venture to say that you think it might even define your manhood," she blurted it all out too fast, too much too soon. He was a bit surprised at her admission – he knew she didn't care for it, but that she hated it with such intensity.

"It bothers you that much?"

"Yes, it does. But I will be there," she finished quietly and then added, "Any chance we can get Rudy to give me some pills tomorrow morning, just something so I can't feel a thing?"

"You don't need to go through all that trouble, you don't have to come!" Steve said with an edge in his tone. He lied back down and turned up the sheet to cover his exposed body. It was he loved about her, her frankness. But there it was – the thing that might be the problem between them. She even joked about taking drugs so she wouldn't have to live his reality. He was a pilot and a damned good one. As much as he loved her and as much as she loved him – it would always be between them. He had never thought about it really. His mom was a worrier but she was so proud of his accomplishments that she never objected to his life's desire to fly. Initially, of course he had started out in the air force; his capabilities making his superiors take notice. Quickly, with his multiple degrees he had been the youngest to land on the moon. It had been a big huge party. There had never been fear or worry. If she loved me, she will let me be was his final thought on the matter. Of course there was also the tiny voice inside him that said if you love her you would reconsider your line of work. He let out a sigh as she turned to her side away from him. Their first night as husband and wife and this is how it ended.