It had only been 10 days since they'd left the bunker. 10 glorious days of nothing in the world but the two of them. No more Rittenhouse, no more jumps through time, no more Lifeboat, and no more nights sleeping in creaky bunks – although they'd made good use of them the night (and morning) when they'd got back from Korea. They'd picked up the keys to their new home that morning.
She was in the kitchen putting away the dishes when he walked in carrying the last of the boxes, setting them down on the worktop. She rose on her tip toes to place a cup on the top shelf and he was about to offer her a hand when he became distracted by her t-shirt rising up as she stretched. He greedily eyed her silky skin, the dip of her spine, the soft curve of her waist, and the little mole that sat low on her hip. He loved that mole. Well maybe it wasn't so much the mole - although there was something sexy about the tiny heart shaped dot on her otherwise flawless ivory skin – but more that he knew it was there at all. That he, Wyatt Logan, had come to know every inch of Lucy Preston.
He stepped behind her and snaked his arms round her waist, pulling her towards him and breathing her in. She sighed at his touch, welcoming the feel of his strong calloused hands and leant back into him as they crawled across her belly and down lower to her abdomen. Her head dropped back onto his shoulder stretching out her neck as he nuzzled at her, her arms reaching up and extending back to run her fingers through his hair and pull him closer still. Hot tingles began to creep through her body and her eyelids fluttered shut as his hands moved lower still, his deft fingers making light work of the buttons on her jeans, and sliding into her panties. She could feel the hardness of him against her ass, making the heat between her legs rise further. He groaned. The combined effect of the wet warmth that met his fingers as they slid into her and the friction rubbing against him, still confined in his now tight jeans as she rocked her hips. A soft moan escaped her as he teased her gently at first then quickened his pace. He pushed his fingers deeper their touch firmer, his thumb brushing gentle, barely there strokes over the bundle of nerves above. Her breathing hitched then shallowed as her moans gave way to gasps. She chewed her lip and her grip on his hair tightened as she ground into him, the tingles giving way to intense waves that coursed through her. He rubbed harder and she was gone, thigh trembling pleasure flooding her as she came. He caressed her gently, easing her down before turning her to face him and embracing her mouth hungrily in his.
Her arms coiled around his back and neck pulling him in deeper her need to taste his mouth as great as his. He was like a drug, his smell, his touch, his taste never failing to consume her. She would never stop wanting Wyatt. Even the sound of his voice or the mention of his name set her alight.
His hands slipped down to her ass and he lifted her, placing her on the counter, unceremoniously tugging at her jeans. She suddenly pulled back, pushing her hands to his chest opening a cavern between them. Casting a steely eye she asked admonishingly "the kitchen counter!? Really Wyatt?" He grinned, his eyes twinkling and those damned dimples of his puckering on his face, and undeterred continued to shuck off her pants, "Oh yes Ma'am. I plan on having you on EVERY surface in EVERY room of this house."
Lucy shook her head in resignation and sighed. What was the point – she was helpless to resist him and they both knew it.
10 days earlier…
As they packed their bags after and enjoyable final morning with their bunker family, Denise having gifted them each a handmade scarf that Lucy now wore, they realised that neither had anywhere they could call home. The lease on Wyatt's apartment had long since run out, the handful of belongings he'd left there having been sent back to Pendleton, and there was no way Lucy was going to move back to her mother's house. It was filled with memories now tainted, coated in a sadness and betrayal that made her feel physically sick. There was no way too that they were going to be parted. It had taken too long, and too much heartache to get to this and they weren't going to waste another moment. So decision was made – they'd go away for a few days to celebrate the rest of Christmas and New Year's together, then come back to the city, find a place to rent and sell that goddamn house.
After saying their goodbyes (with a few shed tears, bear hugs and promises all round to stay in touch including an agreement to institute weekly game nights with Rufus and Jiya – the four of them having spent many an afternoon or evening occupied thus), they headed towards the bunker doors. It felt strange exiting their underground safe haven this way, so used as they were to leaving via the Lifeboat. On route they stopped to collect the ornament they'd hung on the tree earlier, the one Wyatt had picked up in 1941 and gifted her that morning – a gesture so thoughtful and romantic it made Lucy's head spin – before tossing their bags on the backseat of Wyatt's Jeep. They were heading down the coast to Monterey that afternoon. A friend of Lucy's from Stanford had a beach house there and after one phone call to her surprised colleague and navigating a lot of tricky questions (Lucy hadn't been at work for the better part of 2 years afterall) she'd offered them the use of it for the holidays. The drive had only taken a couple of hours, and despite being Christmas they'd managed to find a store to stock up food, beer, wine and essentials for their stay.
It was about 7 o'clock in the evening by the time they'd pulled up, brought in their bags and dumped the groceries in the kitchen. By 7:02 they were pulling at clothes, hands and mouths on each other and heading towards the bedroom.
The next five days were spent in a heady bliss of mutual intoxication. They never left the beach house, only leaving the bed to bathe together or when thirst and hunger overtook their need for each other. In the hours between lovemaking they would doze, watch movies and talk - about anything, everything, nothing, just talking.
It was 30th December. Wyatt rubbed at the back of his thigh a slight limp in his gait as walked back towards the bed, carrying two mugs of coffee in his other hand. "I think I've pulled something" he chuckled and then eyeing the rather large red scratch trailing across his abdomen smirked "You Ma'am, may have finally broken me." Lucy giggled followed by a sharp gasp as she sat up her hand brushing the inside of her chafed thigh as she moved "Ow!" she giggled helplessly again "I think you have broken me too soldier. I might need a break from your insatiable advances for a while."
Wyatt looked affronted at the suggestion "My insatiable advances!? You can't keep your hands off me woman." He put the mugs on the down and hopped onto the bed next to her, drawing her in to him and placing a kiss on her forehead. "Not that I can resist you" he winked. She swatted him playfully on the chest "Well you don't need to worry – I will not be making any advances towards you for at least 24 hours. Every part of me aches. Even my toes hurt." He chuckled and kissed her forehead again before reaching down to her feet and giving them a gentle rub. "OK babydoll. I promise to resist your charms for 24 hours so you can recover. After that, all bets are off… Now why don't I run you a bath – a soak will do you good." She eyed him suspiciously she knew where bath time kept leading.
He sat up and lifting his fingers to his heart "No no, scouts honour, I'll be good. You have a bath and I'll make us breakfast, and then I'm taking you on a date," he added decisively. A smile broke across her face "Really?"
"Yep, I've been thinking. We've already said I love you, we're going to be moving in together in a few days and we've done a lot of…" he smirked as his eyed the crumpled sheets of the bed "…other things, but we've never actually been on a date. It's new year's tomorrow so I thought maybe we could spend the next 2 days doing the things normal couples do when they're first going out. And that way we can ring in 2019 and officially move in together with a clear conscience." Seeing the look of utter surprise on Lucy's face he suddenly looked slightly sheepish and rubbed the back of his neck "unless you think that's a bit lame…"
Lame!? It couldn't be further away from lame! It was the sweetest, most romantic gesture anyone had ever done for her (well since that morning when he'd presented her with the Christmas bauble). How was it possible for someone to be this thoughtful? Her eyes lit up and she felt like her grin was literally running from ear to ear. "Oh Wyatt! I'd absolutely love it. Thank you!" promptly pulling him in for one of her patented bone crushing Lucy hugs.