A/N: Full disclosure - big chunks of this are repurposed from a very old fic I wrote years ago for a now defunct fandom. Waste not, want not, I say. This is set sometime post-finale, the exact timing isn't important. Don't bother looking for a plot, there's none of that here either. Big thanks to MajorSam for all the inspiration ;)

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Chapter I

"So, then he had to walk all the way back to base, and of course straight into the Sargent Major, and had to explain both the blindfold and the rubber chicken," Wyatt chuckled as he finished his story.

Lucy laughed along with him, although paused briefly, her fork halfway to her mouth. "Hang on, why was there a blindfold?".

"They found it in his effects," Wyatt explained. "I think he had just been back from leave with his girlfriend or something." He shrugged, taking a sip of his wine.

Lucy raised an eyebrow slightly as she took a bite of her food, a smile playing across her lips and her mind starting to wander.

He paused.

He knew that smile.

Briefly wiping his mouth with his napkin to hide his own grin, he put down his cutlery on his empty plate and gestured to the waiter. "Should we go?"

Snapping back to attention, she nodded, finishing her last few bites and downing the last mouthful of wine. After settling the bill, he graciously pulled out her chair and handed her her purse. Taking his offered hand, she followed him through the restaurant, out the front door, and to the car.

He had taken her to a quiet little bistro close to their apartment. They had a fabulous dinner with fabulous wine and fabulous dessert. Conversation flowed easily between them, as it always did these days, and there was as much hand holding above the table as there was footsies below. They drove the short distance home in comfortable silence, hands clasped together on the centre console.

When they arrived home, he opened her door for her and led her inside the building to their apartment. Unlocking the door, he ushered her in ahead of him and shut the heavy wooden door.

It was dark. The sun had set hours ago and they hadn't left any lights on. She started reaching for the hallway light switch when she felt Wyatt come up close behind her.

He pressed his whole body against hers and she instinctively leaned back into him. She heard him rustling in his pockets, discarding keys, wallet, and whatever else, and he bent his head to press a warm kiss to the crook of her neck. His arms lifted and she expected them to slide around her waist. Instead, she felt soft fabric drawn across her face.

A blindfold.

A thrill ran up her spine and her pulse quickened. He quickly tied the knot behind her head and his hands returned to her body.

"I saw that look on your face before," he whispered in her ear. One arm pulled her even tighter against him as his hand found her breast. The other hand had moved to the hem of her dress and slid underneath. "You're a little kinky, aren't you?"

"Maybe," she breathed, her excitement mounting. His hand had pushed up the skirt of her dress, bunching it around her waist. His hand slid back down her front, tucking into her sheer panties and grazing over her clit.

"Maybe?" he whispered back, his deep voice disbelieving. He slid a finger inside of her and she gasped with pleasure. "This doesn't look like maybe to me," he taunted, dragging his lips down her neck.

She had no words to respond, too enraptured at the feel of him around her. He continued his assault on her senses. Kissing, nipping, licking at her neck. Gripping, teasing her breasts. Pulling his slick finger from inside her to stroke her clit. It was so much, so fast, and she surrendered to his touch. Her orgasm came swiftly. Her whole body trembled in his arms as she threw her head back onto his shoulder and cried out. He held her tight throughout, his breathing steady against her flushed skin. His hands stilled but did not leave their positions.

Her shuddering subsided and she leaned even further into Wyatt.

"Did you like that?" he whispered again in her ear, his voice both soft and demanding.

"Yeah," she replied, her voice a shaky as her knees.

"Do you like when I take what I want," he asked, his tongue finding the sensitive spot behind her ear. "Do you like it hard - " he pulled her back into his growing arousal " - and fast?"

"Yes," she murmered, the thrill of anticipation mounting inside her.

"Good," he growled in her ear. Gripping her even tighter in his strong arms, he lifted her and began to cross the tile floor of the front hall. She expected to hear his feet turn down the hallway toward the bedroom. Instead he stopped, set her feet back on the floor, and leaned his torso into hers causing her to bend forward at the waist. Her arms made contact with soft fabric cushions.

He had her bent over the back of the couch.

Oh fuck, yes.

He pulled her panties down her thighs and let one hand find her hot core again. "Fuck, Lucy, you are so wet," he whispered against her hair, letting his fingers slide along the entrance. She pushed back into his hand, aching for him to go deeper, for more, but he pulled away. She groaned at the loss of contact.

She heard the sounds of a belt buckle and zipper and the rustle of fabric. His hands gripped her hips tightly and he positioned himself at her entrance.

And stopped.

He bent forward again, lips against her ear. "Say it," he demanded.

She reached a hand up behind her, grasped a fistful of his hair, and pulled his face as close to hers as she could. His stubble scratched her cheek and his hot breath caressed her skin.

"Take me," she breathed, her voice thick with desire. "Fuck me."

She felt his devilish grin against her face. "I knew I liked that mouth," he whispered.

And he drove himself into her.

Oh fuck, yes.

She almost came again right away. He felt, if possible, even bigger this way. Stretching her, filling her, exciting her even more. He pulled back, nearly leaving her, before plunging back in. And then again. And again.

He found a fast and steady rhythm, holding her hips steady in his large hands. His lips and teeth grazed her ear as he whispered Spanish words to her. She didn't know these words. These words hadn't come up in the few classes she had taken or on their travels. She got the idea, though.

Filthy words.

His voice, she knew from hearing it before, was deeper in this language and it only turned her on even more. His voice, his lips, his body pressed into hers, his driving cock, his fingers back on her clit again. She couldn't see, she couldn't move, she could barely think straight.

She was completely dominated by him.

And she fucking loved it.

She was so close to the edge and he knew it. "Come for me, babydoll," he growled in her ear, his free hand finding her breast again. "I want to feel you fucking come."

And she did.

Head thrown back, knees weak, and a cry of ecstasy ripped from her, her whole body shook with renewed pleasure. One more powerful thrust and he followed her over the edge, his own sounds of gratification joining hers.

He held her tight as they rode it out, breathing slowing, senses readjusting, steadiness returning. His lips found her ear again.

"That was unbelievable," he whispered, the predatory tone in his voice replaced by one of adoration and amazement. "Who knew you had a freaky side."

She reached behind her to caress his cheek. "I'm full of surprises," she murmured back, her smile both sultry and satisfied.

He chuckled as he pressed a kiss into her hair. "Good," he said, standing upright and taking off her blindfold. He pulled her into his arms as she turned to face him for the first time since they entered the apartment. "I like surprises."

She smiled a wide, sexy, satisfied grin. Grasping a handful of his shirt, she pulled his lips down to hers.

"I hope you like payback, too," she whispered. His deep groan was lost in their kiss.