It was late-afternoon when Lucy drew up onto the drive and Wyatt was already through the front door by the time she'd pulled on the handbrake. She beamed at him as he rounded the car and opened her door, before leaning in to give her kiss and unbuckle her seatbelt. They might have been living together for 4 months but her stomach still filled with butterflies whenever she saw him. Especially when he'd been away for a few days, as had been the case this week.
"Hi Sweetheart! This is a nice surprise. I wasn't expecting you home until tomorrow morning. Did you get finished up early with whatever mission Denise had you on?" she asked as she stepped out from her seat and into his arms, pulling him into a crushing hug.
He returned her embrace then without letting go leant back just enough to meet her gaze and plant a kiss on her nose. "Kind of. There were a few loose ends to tie up but the team had it in hand, and I wasn't about to miss an opportunity to come home early to you Babydoll." He pulled her back to his chest and buried his nose in her hair, breathing her in. "I've missed you."
Lucy smiled at him as he finally released her. "Well I've missed you too…" her eyebrow quirked up and she nodded her head towards the trunk, "…I haven't had anyone around to carry my bags for me."
She chuckled as he rolled his eyes and then with a chuckle of his own and quick click of his heels stood to attention before her. She might be a know-it-all bossy boots, but if his role in life was to be Professor Preston's bag carrier, that was just fine with him. "I'll get right to it ma'am."
He started to reach across to the passenger seat to her purse and a small bag placed there but Lucy quickly blocked him. "Uh no, that's fine. I'll grab those but can you get the groceries from the trunk please? I'm going to run in and change. Did you…?"
He nodded and replied before she'd even asked her question, "Yep. Already washed and on the bed for you. I'll bring this stuff in and unpack while you put it on." She clasped his face in her hands and plopped a quick kiss on his lips accompanied by a loud 'mwah' before picking up her purse and the other bag and heading inside.
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It had started not long after they'd moved in together. Wyatt had found Lucy sitting on the bed reading, and wearing one of his old army t-shirts. That in itself wasn't unusual as she'd taken to borrowing (stealing) his clothes since the bunker, even before they were even a couple, and again not unusually Wyatt, at the sight of her in his clothes, had quickly stripped it from her and tossed it across the room. But the next day he'd been called onto a last minute mission and in a scramble to get ready it had ended up in his bag.
The mission was on the verge of becoming a complete FUBAR when a necessary change of clothes meant he'd thrown it on and he'd suddenly found himself enveloped in the scent of Lucy giving him an overwhelming sense of strength and calm. Maybe it was because it made him feel like she was there with him, maybe because it reminded him of who he needed to stay safe for, or maybe it was a damn lucky coincidence, but from the moment he had on that shirt things turned around and the mission was a success. So now every time he returned home, that same shirt would be washed and Lucy would wear it straightaway, so that whenever he was called away it would always be ready for him. Superstition or luck be damned, who cared? It was their little routine and it gave both of them peace of mind. Besides, Wyatt loved having the smell of her against his skin when he couldn't be with her.
xxxxx
Lucy bounded up the stairs, leaving Wyatt to put away the groceries and, she thought hopefully turning said groceries into something more appetizing than the pitiful burnt grilled cheese she had anticipated making herself for dinner. Picking up his just laundered special t-shirt she padded to the bathroom. She spied the look of joy and excitement on her face as she caught her reflection in the mirror. Wyatt was home safe, and home early. Today was a good day, and maybe, she thought glancing at the contents of the bag now resting on the counter, just maybe it was about to get even better.
xxxxx
Wyatt had put away the shopping and was chopping vegetables when Lucy returned twenty minutes later. "Hey, I hope you're hungry, I'm making…" His sentence went unfinished as he glanced up to see she was wearing only his t-shirt and a doe-eyed smile, eliciting a twinkly grin of his own.
She wordlessly reached out taking the knife from his hand, setting it down and circling her fingers round his. There was a look in her eyes he couldn't place but he said nothing – this wasn't a time for words. She tugged his arm lightly and he followed her in silence to the bedroom.
She stroked her fingers tenderly across his cheek, her eyes filled with adoration as she held his awed gaze. His own hand moved up to mirror her movement, brushing gently down her face, his mind mapping every freckle to add to the thousand other memories of her already housed there. With his thumb he tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear before leaning down and slowly ghosting her lips with his.
Their mutual desire was endless; they never stopped wanting each other. Theirs was a raging passion filled with fire and longing. Heady and desperate, their bodies burning, clawing and grasping for each other, seeking out the pleasure that only the other could give. An explosion of fireworks that would leave them blissful and spent, until the embers left behind sparked once more.
But there were also times when that passion gave way to something softer. A need to be completely at one, their bodies, hearts and souls connected. Those times were tender. Each moment savoured and every kiss, every touch and every look, was a pure expression of their love for each other. This was one such time - unhurried, sweet and achingly gentle.
Lucy's arms were wrapped tightly around Wyatt's back, his head tucked deep into her neck and his chest pressed firmly to hers both needing to feel every part of each other as they rocked together.
Their breaths became shorter and heavier, as the friction slowly built and heat crept through their veins, tingles rippling through their skin and hairs standing on end. The slow, gentle pace eventually quickening as pleasure began to overtake them. Lucy inhaled sharply as her thighs started to quiver, her muscles trembling and clenching around him as Wyatt's movements became increasingly erratic. He pushed into her more deeply sending her tumbling over the edge and he fell quickly after her. They lay together wrapped in each other's arms, resting blissfully as their breathing slowed and the rapid throbbing of hearts eased back to a steady soft drumbeat.
After a few minutes Wyatt eased himself up and reached down to the floor to retrieve his t-shirt which he helped pull over Lucy's head before nestling back down and cuddling her into him. He kissed the shell of her ear. "I love you."
She turned to face him, and grinned broadly chewing her lip as her eyes lit up. "We love you too."
Wyatt's face scrunched up in confusion. "We?"
Her smile grew even larger as she reached for his hand pulling it down towards her as she pulled up the hem of his shirt, and carefully placed his palm on her belly. "Yes… We"
