This is an AU story, I´m aware that this (most likely ;) ) has not happened in Terra Nova- verse but well, the idea was interesting and I decided to simply write it anyway.
Neither the show, nor the characters are mine, I´ll give them back once I´m done playing with them...
Story is set pre- series in some imaginary war zone and Tom Boylan will make a short appearance.
It is oddly peaceful, sitting there, sipping his Scotch and watching the members of his unit as they do the same, for once no one is injured or hurt in any way and they made it back to base in time for New Year´s Eve.
He´s aware that it won´t last, they´ll be moving out again soon, perhaps the next day already but for now he´s content as his gaze sweeps over his soldiers and come to rest on his field medic.
Wash is wearing her hair down, a rare occasion and he notices quickly that he´s not the only one appreciating the sight, most members of their unit are staring at the girl who is talking animatedly, her cheeks are flushed from the heat or the alcohol or both, Taylor can´t tell and he doesn´t really care as long as it has that effect, he´s all too aware of how beautiful Wash is but right now she´s stunning and he can´t bring himself to look away.
She says something else and he sees several of his soldiers´s eyes widen, then laugh as the guy sitting next to the girl leans over and whispers something to her, causing her to slap his arm playfully as she shakes her head.
Curious Taylor gets up and casually walks over to the table, leaning against it and is pleased to see that his instructions are met and no one looks uncomfortable by his presence, tonight they are here to have a good time and he´s asked them not to mind his presence.
"You´re harassing our girl, Jenkins?"
He asks, it´s not meant in an offensive way, Wash is only seventeen, the youngest member of his unit and also the only female one and they are all protective of her and tease her at the same time.
Wash looks at Jenkins imploringly, a warning in her dark eyes but the young man just winks at her and turns towards Taylor.
"We were discussing our New Year´s solutions, Sir" he replies, wincing when Wash´s elbow collides with his ribcage.
"I see- so what are your solutions, Wash?"
The blush in her cheeks deepens impossibly and all Taylor can do is to try and not stare at her openly, damn it, he´s married and he´s more than twice her age.
It´s Jenkins who answers to his question, a gleam in his eyes even though he´s still rubbing his bruised side.
"Loosing her virginity, Sir."
This time Wash´s jab makes him double over.
Trying to compose himself, Taylor takes a sip of his drink before looking at the young woman.
"What did you slap him for the first time, Wash?"
She looks up at him.
"He offered to help me, Sir."
"Permission to beat him up if he offers again, Private."
She smirks, her eyes now twinkling with mischief.
"Thank you, Sir."
Taylor tries to block out the unbidden images in his mind, he is fairly certain that every single member of his unit would love to help Wash keeping her New Year´s resolution and Taylor´s prepared to kill every one of them with his bare hands who so much as looks at her in the wrong way.
The jealously and possessiveness where the girl is concerned shames him, he's been with his wife for over a decade and never once has he even considered breaking his marriage vows and now he´s doubting everything and it´s all because of a girl who´s turned his world upside down with her beauty and wit and dry humor and God help him, she´s not even old enough to legally consent to doing what he´s dreaming of doing with her at night.
Knowing that she hasn't consented to it up to now doesn´t make it any easier, quite the contrary, the idea of teaching her something other than shooting a rifle and one on one combat moves suddenly presents a temptation Taylor isn´t sure he´ll be able to resist.
As the evening progresses, he keeps watching his medic, she´s more carefree than he´s ever seen her, laughing and joking with the men, dark glossy locks tumbling over her shoulders whenever she moves her head.
"Don´t even think about it" a voice interrupts his musings and he looks up to see Tom Boylan settling down on the bar stool next to him, whiskey in hand.
"Tom, what do you mean?"
Boylan raises his eyebrow, then nods in the direction of the table.
"Thinking of defiling a minor, girl´s technically not even old enough to drink."
"What, want me to tell her to put the glass down and go to bed?"
"That´s not what I meant and you know it."
Taylor nods darkly, taking another sip of his drink.
"Not old enough to be in the middle of a war, either."
Boylan shrugs, drowning his own liquor ad signaling for the bar tender to pour him another one.
"True but who´s ever cared about that? Stop staring, Taylor, you have a wife waiting for you at home, let the boys have a go."
"Over my dead body" Taylor growls, his eyes narrowing as he watches Corporal Sanders lean over to Wash and whisper something into her ear, his hand coming to rest on her thigh.
She doesn´t seem to notice, is listening intently to what her comrade is telling her and Taylor´s fingers clench around the glass in his hand.
"Well, Taylor, you really do have it bad, don´t you? Might just do something about it after all before you explode."
Boylan chuckles, briefly clapping the CO´s shoulder before turning away and engaging the bar tender into a conversation about the different brands of Whiskey offered, leaving Taylor to grit his teeth while watching Sanders´ hand travel higher on Wash´s thigh.
Finally she seems to notice it and slaps it away, laughing at the disappointed expression on the Corporal´s face and comfortingly patting his arm before getting up and as she is slipping out of the booth, Taylor slowly approaches the table again, intent on listening in on the conversation.
"Come on, Wash, it´s not that late" Jenkins pleads, he seems to have recovered and is reaching for the young woman´s hand, trying to pull her back down onto the bench next to him.
"Late enough, I´m going to take advantage of having a bed for the first time in over three month and I want to be sober enough to enjoy it."
"Shall I come tug you in?"
Jenkins offers, then ducks quickly when she tries to slap him once again.
The boys give up and go back to their former talk and Wash turns around and her gaze locks with Taylor´s.
"Sir."
She smiles, her voice is different, it has a warm, almost husky quality to it due to the alcohol she´s consumed and it sends shivers down Taylor´s spine.
All thoughts of simply letting her go flee from his mind as he puts his empty glass on a nearby table.
"Turning in already, Wash?"
She nods, looking back over her shoulder at the boys.
"No one´s up to an intelligent conversation anymore, Sir."
He chuckles and she smiles back at him, the candle light bathing her in a warm glow and Taylor notices that there are tiny flecks of gold among the shades of brown and amber in her eyes and when she brushes her hair out of her face, conscious of his intense gaze on her, it catches the light and suddenly there´s a reddish glow to the inky black.
It fascinates Taylor and he finds himself wondering what else there is to discover about her, what else he has overlooked despite his constant observation of the woman in front of him.
"Walk with me."
He tells her and she follows him out of the bar and outside into the night without hesitation.
It amazes him how easy they have fallen into this pattern, with her everything has been perfectly clear from the beginning, she understands him, thinks like him, acts like him, has adapted perfectly to his methods and it makes her his most valuable asset within his unit despite her youth and lack of experience.
In time she will become his masterpiece, his perfect creation, his model soldier, accurate and deadly without fail but for now she is simply a beautiful child and he ought to leave her alone but he isn´t strong enough to stay away from her, not tonight and perhaps never again.
He leads the way over to the barracks in silence, their unit is the only one staying there and as the only woman Wash has the privilege of her own room.
Taylor walks up to her door and stops, watching as she unlocks it and pushes it open, then she turns and the picture she presents, framed by the moonlight falling across the room, eerily beautiful, is his downfall.
Wash arches into him when he presses her body against the frame, her breath catching and when he bends down and covers her lips with his she kisses him back with a passion that tells him that he isn´t alone in this, that she wants him as much as he wants her.
He pushes her inside and closes the door, turning the key without breaking the kiss, she´s as eager as he is, her arms wrapping around his neck but then she goes for what she wants, it´s who she is and why should it be any different now, she trusts him and he won´t hurt her, it´s as clear to her as it is to him.
His hands find their way underneath her top and encounter soft skin, she gasps into his mouth, her whole body shuddering at the contact and it takes all Taylor has to remember to go slowly, not to loose control with her.
He pulls the top up and over her head, his hands roaming over her body, her little gasps and moans edging him on as she melts into his touch.
Reaching around her, Taylor picks her up, carrying her over to the bed, if he doesn´t slow down he´ll be ending up taking her against the wall and that´s not what he had in mind, as cliché as it sounds he wants to make this perfect for her, or at least as perfect as it can be in a tiny room on a military base somewhere in Sudan.
He lays her down, then kicks off his boots before joining Wash on the bed.
She reaches up and touches his face, her beautiful eyes full of emotion, hair spread all over the pillow and when Taylor reaches out to run his fingers through the dark strands they feel like silk against his skin, he fists his hand into them to hold the girl steady as he begins kissing her again, hovering over her.
Reaching under her with his free hand and he unclasps her bra, smiling against her lips when she moans and arches against him, making it easier for him to part the garment, he has to pull away from her briefly to pull her bra off, then he looks at her, memorizing every inch of exposed skin.
She is flawlessly beautiful and for a moment this perfection makes him wish she´d chosen another path in life, one where she´d remain as unmarred as she is now, there are no doubts that in time she´ll get hurt in the field and scars will adorn her skin, there´s nothing he´ll be able to do to protect her from it.
Taylor trails his hand over her stomach, feels the muscles contract under his touch, then she arches up against him when he cups a breast, firmly caressing the soft flesh while trailing kisses over Wash´s collarbone.
Her hands pull his shirt free from his trousers, impatiently seeking skin to skin contact and Taylor allows her to pull it off, then she runs her hands over his shoulders and arms, her eyes darkening when he flexes his muscles in response to the touch.
"I love your arms" she whispers distractedly, making Taylor chuckle.
"Do you now" he flexes his muscles again and she sighs happily and digs her fingernails into his biceps, a mischievous smile on her face as he groans before bending down to her again, his tongue coaxing her lips apart and slipping into her mouth.
He runs his hand along her thigh and pulls it up over his hip, grinding against her as their kiss deepens, getting more aggressive and Wash instinctively tightens her leg around him, pulling him flush against him.
It´s getting harder and harder to concentrate, Taylor isn´t a patient man by nature and the way Wash is responding to him is starting to really test his limits and he rolls onto his back, bringing her with him, delighted at her breathless laugh as she balances herself in his lab.
Sitting up against the headboard he lets her set the pace but she seems to have no desire to slow down at all, instead she reaches for his belt buckle and opens it, pushing against him, encouraging him to follow her lead.
"You sure?"
He has to ask her, he knows that he won´t regret this, how could he when she is so damn perfect but he needs to make sure she feels the same way.
"Affirmative, Sir."
It´s hard to believe that she still has it in her to tease him but then he supposes that´s one of the reasons he´s so infatuated with her and he certainly won´t complain.
Nathaniel runs his hands over her hips, then starts to unbutton her jeans and slowly pulls them down along with her underwear, lifting her up with one arm wrapped around her waist to work the restraining fabric down her legs.
Her legs are endless, strong muscles flexing when he lowers her back onto the mattress, he kicks his pants off and then there´s nothing left between them and the sensations are overwhelming and Nathaniel can´t quite believe who much being this close to her affects him.
Wash bucks up against him, her voice breathless.
"Please" she gasps, fingernails digging into her CO´s shoulders, her eyes fluttering shut as he presses against her and slowly pushes inside as slowly as possible, no matter how hard it is to hold back, if he hurts her, he´ll never forgive himself.
There´s no trace of anything but pleasure detectable in her expression, her eyes are closed, long lashes resting on perfectly carved cheekbones, lips slightly parted, swollen from his kisses, her cheeks flushed and for a moment Taylor can do nothing but stare at her, entranced, drinking her in, completely dazzled by her beauty.
Her eyes open and Taylor feels as though he´s looking right into her soul and suddenly nothing matters anymore, there´s only them, right there, at this moment, in this place.
Wash has always been quick to learn, no matter what the subject and now she´s no different, beginning to move with him almost as soon as he starts to thrust into her, setting a slow, comfortable rhythm, allowing her to get used to the feeling.
At some point her legs wrap around his waist as she seeks to get closer to him, it changes the angle, deepens it and she tenses, moaning and bucking up against Taylor and he picks up his pace, lifting himself up onto his forearms for leverage.
She is getting close, he can from the way her muscles clench around him and he reaches between them, brushing his fingers over her clit in time with another hard thrust.
If Taylor has thought that his field medic was beautiful before, it´s been nothing in compare to when she breaks underneath him, her eyes widening, glazing over as she fights to keep them open, not wanting to miss this moment anymore than he does.
Her legs tighten around his waist, every muscle in her body going rigid, her voice a warm, honeyed tone as she breathes his name into his ear.
It´s all it takes to make him follow her, his lips finding her´s, stealing her breath away as he pours all the emotions running through him into the kiss.
Finally Wash is lying in Taylor´s arms, her head pillowed onto his chest, his fingers combing through her tangled hair as their breathing slowly evens out again.
"Was I any good, Sir?"
Her question makes him laugh and he pulls her to him, kissing her softly before answering.
"You´re a quick study, Private."
His words make her smile.
"I had a good teacher."
"I´m looking forward to teach you everything I know."
She raises her eyebrows, looking surprised but not apprehensive, she trusts him completely, knows that he wouldn´t toy with her.
"Why?"
She asks, it´s a simple question but the answer is far less so and Taylor thinks about it for a moment while she waits patiently for him to speak.
"Would you believe me if I told you that I love you?"
He finally asks, his fingertips slowly running up her spine as she snuggles against him.
"Yes."
That´s Wash, straight to the point and always honest and still Nathaniel feels that he owes her much more of an explanation.
"Do you really understand what this means?"
"You´re my CO, if anyone finds out I´ll be transferred."
Neither of them mentions his family, they will deal with that later, maybe the next time they actually make it back home, right now they have more pressing matters to discuss.
"If that happened, I´d probably never see you again."
The mere thought is too much too bear and he pulls Wash closer to him, buries his face in her hair, she smells of whiskey and soap and something that he has come to associate with just her and it calms him down again instantly.
"I don´t want to let you go again, Alicia" he tells her, feeling her smile against his neck at the sound of her name from his lips.
"Then don´t."
Her answer is heartfelt and perhaps it´s really that simple, perhaps she´ll be satisfied with what he can give her and if one day she´ll decide she wants more and moves on to someone else, Taylor hopes he´ll be able to live with it.
Right now, when she is in his arms, vibrant and beautiful and full of love and life, he can´t really imagine how.