A/N: A collection of ficlets for Skye/Carter for the 'Friday One Word Fic Challenge' over at the TerraNovaFanfic LJ Community (Word in the chapter)

Title: Wild
Ship: Skye/Carter
Genre: UST/Romance
Rated: PG-13 (for suggestiveness)
Word Count: 745
Summary: Skye watches Carter fight.
A/N: Written for Carter/Skye –Wild by mercscilla for 'Friday One Word Fic Challenge' Week-2

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The Sixers are soldiers, rebels but soldiers nonetheless and like the soldiers in Terra Nova they train and spar, but while you can see the discipline in the men under Taylor's command, Mira's men and woman are all about ruthlessness. There was something wild in their technique and of all the Sixers there wasn't one more feral than Carter.

Skye watches unable to look away from makeshift circle -with others around them, some cheering, some hackling- as Carter and another Sixer circle each other, both shirtless, sweat and specks of blood covering their bodies from the ongoing fight. Carter gives the man a taunting look before lunging at him, letting out a growl that seems to rumble from deep inside his chest as he subdues the man.

Rising to his feet he laughs, amused, as the people around him cheer even louder. She knows she shouldn't bother with these exhibitions and really that's all they are, she has better things to do than waste her precious time in the Sixer camp on the likes of Carter. But she'd be lying if she didn't admit at least to herself there is something about seeing him in action that she finds fascinating. Growing up with a military father she had always been enthralled by his show of physical strength and while Carter with his almost animal behavior could never compare himself to her father, she couldn't deny that his methods were still effective.

She's startled out of her thoughts when she realizes that unintentionally she's been staring intently at the man in question and he's started making his way over to her small corner near the pulley of her mother's hut.

"Enjoyed the show, Princess?" he questions her once he stands in front of her, closer than he should, as always, Carter either has no concept of personal space or simply doesn't think he should allow her any. One deep breath and they'd be pressed against one another fully.

"Of course not," she sneers, forced to look up because of how close he is. "It's disgusting, you'redisgusting."

He gives her a slow smile, his eyes trained on her face. "You know, I might believe that if you weren't so flushed and breathy right now."

"I. Am. Not. Breathy," she grounds out, more than a little annoyed at his bait and the possibility that it was true.

"You're practically panting," he says easily with a shrug, completely unconcerned with her ire.

"Listen-"

"See and right here," he interrupts, his index finger reaching out to touch a vein at her throat robbing her of words at the touch. "You're pulse is racing, why is that, Skye, running through the jungle to get here unnoticed? Because I'm pretty sure you arrived a while ago. Or maybe it's that you just protest too much and watching me fight gets you all hot and bothered?"

She remains silent as his other hand touches her waist pushing her further into side of the tree, away from any possible prying eyes. He smiles again baring teeth as she stares up at him confused. "If you're all hot and achy between those pretty little legs, I could always help you out."

Skye feels her cheeks burn at his words as his smile widens, the amusement dancing in the bastard's eyes. "Like I said, you're disgusting."

"Yeah? What else?" he taunts, keeping her in place when she tries to move, it's not a forceful hold but it does keep her there.

"An animal," she shoots back, remembering her previous thoughts. "Just a wild animal with no control."

"Oh, I have control, Skye," he answers low, his face tipping down, his nose brushing against her cheek and while she knows that more than anything she should push him away, she can't as the hand on her waist caresses the exposed skin between her pants and shirt.

"But I'll give you animal," he pulls back abruptly forcing her to quickly hold on to the tree behind her, his nearness having left her lightheaded. "You just let me know when you're ready to find out how much of a wild animal I really am, Skye."

"Never," she answers angrily and frustrated as he starts to walk away, her body trembling and screaming for her to take him up on the offer.

He turns to face her, walking backwards and flashing another smirk. "You keep telling yourself that, Princess, say it enough and you might start to believe it."