TN Taylor's Temptation
Chapter: This may be the only one or I might continue
Character/Pairing: Wash/Taylor
Genre: Ship/PWP
Rating: Nc-17
Warning: Sexual Situations and Voyeurism
Spoiler Alert: Genesis…maybe
Summary: Wash decides to take matters and Taylor into her own hands.
AN: I love the hotness that is Wash/Taylor. This may be a standalone fic, but then again there are those pesky smut bunnies around. Love this definition – Voyeur = A person who derives sexual gratification from observing the naked bodies or sexual acts of others, especially from a secret vantage point.
Taylor paused in the command center door about to walk into his office. He was on his way to do a final review report on the 10th pilgrimage that was happening in a month. He was trying to keep his mind busy. It was late at night, and he needed a distraction.
He half expected to see Lt. Washington working late like she usually would. He would typically bring them coffee, and they would review reports together.
He peered into the dark room holding both cups of coffee in his hands feeling the loss. He did not even want to drink the coffee without her. The emptiness of the building loomed over him.
It echoed the emptiness inside that always laid just below the surface. Never being able to trust someone else fully. Never being able to just let yourself go and be with another. Always reserved. Always the one who is responsible for saving everyone. Always on guard for an attack. Alone.
"I'm Stupid." Taylor intoned to himself thinking of how earlier that day Lt. Washington called him on dressing her down over things she thought she did right. He felt like a fool now that he confessed having sexual thoughts about her.
Lt. Washington was right of course, but not for the reason she believed. She thought he did not like having women in command, but what he did not like was that he started recognizing what a truly attractive woman she was. He started dreaming about her.
His mind flitted over the interaction…
"Sir, permission to speak freely."
"Granted."
"I have done everything you have asked. I perform my duties above board, so why are you acting like I'm a slacker? Is it because I'm a woman? Is that it? You look at me and all you see is a woman?" Lt. Washington asked holding back her furry.
Taylor remembered moving closer to her, "Yes, I see a woman, and that's the problem. I should see my confident and capable Lieutenant, but all I can see now is the woman I caught skinny dipping three months ago."
Lt. Washington watched Taylor's heated eyes drag over her body like she was not wearing her uniform. "Oh. Well, that's your problem not mine."
Taylor's eyes snapped to Lt. Washington's lovely brown eyes to see the anger gone replaced by her blank stare. "I'm trying to work on it. I'll try harder."
He hoped she would step close and press her body to him. He hoped she would lick her lips and invite a kiss. He hoped she would say something dirty and suggest a meeting later that day. It continued to be his hope.
"Thank you, sir." Lt. Washington's voice was clipped.
Taylor watched Lt. Washington turn and walk away back to her post. He was disappointed. He laid his cards out on the table, and she left them there. She left him there. Everyone always left. He was alone.
Still standing in the command center door, Taylor shook his head and flexed his hands over the drinks he carried trying not to destroy them with the force of his grip knowing he needed to get back to the reports. Knowing Lt. Washington would probably be avoiding him from now on.
As he entered moving toward his desk, he heard a sound in the conference room. He quickly bypassed his desk and went to the adjourning room to peer in.
Taylor was stunned to see a completely naked Lt. Washington laid out on the wooden conference table moaning and stroking herself. He watched for several minutes in the darkness of the doorway imagining his hands were the ones touching her in her most intimate places. He wished it was hands caressing her soft skin and taught nipples.
"Watch or help? Pick one." Lt. Washington started moving her hand between her legs faster and closed her eyes.
She stretched her other hand above her head and gripped the edge of the table. While arching her back, she rubbed her legs together trying to tempt Taylor. She wondered if finishing herself would be enough to excite him.
For a few moments, the only thing she could hear was the sound of her own panting.
"So, are you just going to watch or are you going to help?" Lt. Washington turned her lust filled expression to Commander Taylor and fastened her eyes on the hardness straining against his pants.
"I brought coffee." Taylor paused, "I didn't' think you would want anything more from me than coffee after our talk earlier." He held up the cup for a moment to try to avert her heated gaze from his pants. It did not work.
"Don't be upset. The way you acted…I needed to stand up to you in front of the others, so it will not look like you are being nice to me because I am on my back. I want something from you. Not coffee. You said you would work harder. Looks hard enough to be put to use now." Wash became silent looking over Taylor's body. When her eyes focused on his pants, she dipped her fingers inside herself, "I want you."
Taylor fought the urge to drop the coffee in the floor, pull her hand back and replace her fingers with his hard shaft, "I don't sleep with taken women, young women or subordinates. You are all three."
"We broke up five months ago. Look around everyone is your subordinate. What other issues do you have? Oh my age? Nothing I can do about that."
"I saw you with him about four months ago." Taylor's accusing voice was becoming raspy. He was unable to pull his eyes away from her hand that kept stroking and then running down her leg only to go back between her legs. She was making it obvious she was fantasizing in her mind that he was the one touch her.
"I needed a fix, but it didn't work. Nothing seems to work anymore. So you have been watching me. Do you like to watch me?" Wash ran her other hand between her legs then up to her hardened nipple squeezing and pulling lightly.
"I've been watching. You need an adrenaline fix or something exciting. So, you don't need me exactly." Taylor was still unable to make himself leave as he stood watching for a few more minutes. His hands started to tremble threatening to spill the coffee he still held. He kept telling himself she did not really want him and that she was too young for him.
Wash brought herself very close to the edge then stilled her hand while gasping for air. She grit her teeth forcing the air between them.
She needed to calm down to speak. "No, I just need you. You're the reason nothing seems like it is enough. It feels empty. Even this feels pointless without you in the room. Close to me."
He took a step back farther away from her.
Wash brought one of her feet flat on the table then lifted it up stomping down in anger and frustration. She closed her eyes fighting to calm down, "It started when we chased that Sixer to the cliffs and that Slasher followed me. It had me, and I knew it. You pulled me out of the way and off the edge of the cliff. I didn't even fear for my life because I knew you had me. I still don't know how you hung onto me and managed to get footing on the cliff. You whispered something to me. It started with that whisper."
"I said something like I've got you." He remembered starting to understand. He walked closer to the table she was on.
"And you do. You've got me. You always get me. There's nothing else but you anymore. No one else, but you. I've been trying to put myself into your path, but you keep ignoring me."
"The waterfall? You knew I would be going there? You knew this how?" He took another step even closer looking her directly in the eye wondering if she stumbled onto his secret.
"I've watched you go there before. Yes. I wanted you to catch me. You caught me naked swimming and all you did was tell me to get dressed and that area was off limits. You left. Now you have the same choice." She intentionally led him down a path where he would start questioning her so that he would get close to watch her eyes when she gave her answer.
Taylor felt defensive now that he perceived she was playing some type of game with him. He was supposed to be the predator after all not the prey. His defenses went up.
He set the coffee down on the table. "You do need to get dressed. And, you need to find someone closer to your age. There are plenty of young grunts around here that can't seem to go five minutes without staring at your ass."
He sounded angry at the thought of the other men watching her.
And, she was starting to get angry at him that he would even suggest other men.
"What? You want me to go pick one or two of them out and fuck them? Maybe you want to pick who it will be. Who would you pick for me to screw? What no one comes to mind?" Wash practically yelled at him.
Taylor appeared as if he was going to snap her in half. She was pleased, but did not show it. She laid out on a table naked masturbating to thoughts of him and it did not tempt him, but maybe a fight would.
"I'm offering myself to you, and you don't want me. Ok. You want me to go out and pick a younger man. Ok, but it won't help because none of them are you. I'll screw them pretending it's you. I'll offer my body to them and see how long it takes them to make it up here. I think I'll go wave at the guards in the tower. Tell them all to come see me when it's time for their breaks since that's what you want me to do." She sat up throwing her legs over the side of the table and strode across the room completely naked. She knew her own wetness lingered on her fingers. She was looking for an opportunity to touch is shoulder or neck. Maybe scent would tempt him she pondered.
He moved forward to block her way, "Hell no. Hell no I don't want ya to go pick out random men."
"Why? Tell me why. I want to hear it." She reached forward with her hands taking each side of his face to bring him closer for a kiss. His skin felt feverish under her touch. Her body hovered mere inches from him when she saw him inhale her sent. He pulled her hair out of the ponytail and gripped her hair. He started to lean forward, but stopped himself.
The ferocity on his face intensified as she felt his body start to shake. She could feel the force of her power over him, but it was not enough to make him give in. He resisted against the strength of her hands keeping his lips away from hers and pulled her back with her hair a few inches before releasing her.
"Stop the games. This ends now." He demanded.
Wash dropped her hands to her sides turning so he could see her in profile. There was only one thing left. She tried to tempt him with her body to make him act. She even tried straight out bitch to provoke him in to claiming her for himself. He said before he was distracted by thinking of her as a woman. So, it was time for her last resort. It would be a dangerous one. She might be able to temp him with something he had never seen from her before…pain and vulnerability.
Wash turned her dark eyes to him peering at him over her shoulder. Her hair fanned out around her shoulder and over her back. The lithe but athletic tone of her body was accented by her lush curves. She appeared very feminine without her physical or emotional armor on. She appeared small next to his well muscled body. She appeared vulnerable next to his scowl.
She allowed every feeling she had about his rejection show on her face. She allowed the emotions to flood her…pushing at her. She felt pressure in her eyes and knew they started to look bloodshot. There was a flush of embarrassment on her face that started coloring her neck. Just as her eyes started to shows signs of tears, she let her eyes flutter down and back in front of her. She thought maybe she was letting herself show too much. Too much of her feelings.
Wash became embarrassingly aware she was the only one in the room naked. She glanced down at her own nakedness and picked up her shirt she dropped earlier and put it on over her head. The little black shirt tugged down barely covered the curve of her ass.
Taylor watched her unmoving, but the expression on his face started to soften. "Wash. It's better…"
"Don't." She cut him off. Her voice broke as her act of showing her feelings was no longer an act. She felt exposed. She brought one hand to her mouth to stop her lips from trembling as her other arm wrapped around her waist as she started to ramble uncontrollably, which was not like her usual self and he noticed. "You don't want me. Don't even tell me you want to see me happy with someone my own age. Someone who will not value me for me but who will probably only think of me as a piece of ass. Someone who will feel threatened because I might be more of a man then he is. Someone who I cannot trust to have my back. It's like an almost tangible happiness has been taken from me. I hate that I follow you around like a puppy. Well, you've kicked the stupid happy puppy in hopes that it will go away. Ok."
She paused moving her hand from her mouth to her heart as a dropping sensation caused her to almost bend over from the weight.
He said nothing. Only watched starting to feel her pain.
She continued, "I didn't think this was such a big deal, but I guess it is to me even if it means nothing to you. I feel like part of me is breaking. I guess I always thought there was some connection between us. Some unspoken connection. It's gone now. Maybe it never existed. Something lonely and cold is taking its place. Maybe it was always there and I masked it with this one sided delusion. I'm another stupid woman who has thrown herself at you. I always look at them like they are pitiful. I thought. Well, never mind. I'm something you have to deal with. Yet another situation you have to handle. Oh my God." Her voice broke again.
She could not even look at him. She frantically searched for her clothing pulling everything into place. She fought with her boots then put her hand to her hair noticing she did not remember how her hair got down.
Taylor held out her ponytail band.
She risked a glance at his hand then back down stuffing her bra into her pants pocket. She walked up stretching her arm out making sure she did not get any closer than she needed. Her fingertips barely got a grasp and she pulled it back to her. "Sorry. It will not happen again Commander Taylor, Sir."
"Wash?" His voice was deep and low like the movement of two tectonic plates grinding together.
"Don't. Just. Don't. I did this to myself. Let's just pretend this didn't happen." She could not control that her voice sounded as if she were about to cry at any moment. She was struck with a sudden urge to run and hide, which was not like her either. If she felt fear, she would be damned if she allowed it to control her. But this was something far worse than fear. This was the reason why she never let herself get too close. This was why she preferred in the past to just screw. She had not even had sex with the man, but he saw more intimately into her than any of the other men. And she let it happen. She had done it on purpose. She thought she could handle this. She thought she could handle him. Now, she felt like a fool.
Wash almost made it to the door when she heard a clank sound behind her. Twisting around, she saw his gun harness and leg harness lying on the table. He had already removed his boots and shirt as well.
"Wash, I'm yours if you still want me." Taylor started walking forward to her.
She backed up banging into the door reaching to get out. This was too much for her. She felt the need to escape. He was not just offering sex. He was offering to feed the happiness. He was offering himself and that was a more seductive trap than she had laid out for him. If he made it to her, she knew she would not be able to break free. Free of his warm arms. Free of his…dare she think it…his heart. She would not want to be free at that point. She would relish the trap. She would turn the lock. She would willingly hide the key.
She just pulled the door open when he grabbed her from behind. Panic and anger spread over her. "No!" She yelled out as he pulled her back into the room slamming the door shut locking it.
"I don't want to want you." She pushed at him trying to make him let go.
"I don't want to want you either." He pulled her closer using all of his strength.
"Then let me go." She managed to get a good footing and knocked him back. Unfortunately, his steal grip did not release, and they fell back together into a table. He turned his body taking the impact to protect her even from the dangers of a small table. What was on the table was also scattered around the floor. More sharp objects and a knife. It would have been laughable, but his arm was now covered in blood from a gash.
He grappled her to the floor as the cut on his arm started to bleed and drip, "No, I've got you."
She held still for a moment looking at the blood then into his eyes. "You've got me. Ok." She nodded her head.
He rolled over on her clasping her wrists over her head, and she let him. He knew that he could not hold her like this if she truly wanted to be free. He grabbed the knife that was on the floor next to them and in a few vigorous jerks he had her outfit completely cut off of her. He gripped the sides of her boots with his feet pressed together and jerked her boots off one at a time as he tossed the knife to the side.
She looked down blinking.
His lips danced over her pulse on her neck as she pulled lightly on her wrists and grinded against him. He released her wrists and undid his pants and pushed them down kicking them off.
Taylor pressed his body against hers and started to run his fingers lightly over her face and neck leaving tingles as he went. The haunted expression left her face as once again he was rewarded by seeing lust fill her eyes. "There's my Wash. Don't go away again."
"Then don't make me." Her words came out in sultry tones as her eyes flashed with hunger.
Taylor covered her lips with his taking every advantage possible then restrained himself from being forceful and ran his tongue over her lower lip.
"Taylor. No." Wash breathed.
Taylor immediately started removing himself from covering her body. His whole body ached in defeat.
Wash grabbed at him with her legs and wrapped her arms around him digging her nails in, "No don't stop. I just meant cute and cuddly doesn't do it for me or for you. Stop holding back."
She ground her hardened nipples and hips against him making helpless noises. "Please please please…" She ran her hand up her chest and pinched her hardened nipple how she did before when she was on the table. Taylor took what she offered this time running his tongue down the ridge of her finger to the hardness of her nipple then sucking and flicking the hardened flesh with his tongue. She watched him gasping. He bit down with a growl as he rubbed his hard length between her legs, but avoided entry.
Wash cried out straining against him. He needed no further encouragement as he claimed her lips almost devouring her. She grabbed desperately at the thickness of his muscular shoulders. She broke the kiss to run her teeth over his shoulder where her hand had just been.
The heat of his body encompassed her completely once again as he positioned himself to fully take her. He slowed the motion and growled out with his length hovering at her entry, "So wet."
"Stop waiting." She bit down hungrily pulling to one side feeling like a rabid dog with a chew toy.
Taylor unleashed his inner predator allowing it full reign as he entered her moist warmth. An almost violet frenzy over took them both. Need and hunger. Desire and pleasure. He pushed them higher toward a peak that would satisfy. His hands combed and gripped at her body fighting to get closer to completion and closer to the women who so frantically thrashed in his arms.
A crashing noise brought them both to the awareness that three soldiers had just kicked down the door and were standing there looking stupidly at them. Wash turned her face away from them as Taylor laid his body flat over her as possible to cover her from their view.
The man standing closest stuttered while pointing his gun to the floor at his feet, "Um uh we heard Lt. Washington yell. Ummm."
Taylor slowed, but did not stop his hips. "Get the hell out!" He yelled the last word.
The tallest man just behind the first spoke almost at the same time, "Breaking sounds. Thought it was a dino broke in and was killing her. Uuuhhh um." His eyes darted to the blood on Taylor's arm dripping to the floor as he took a step forward disregarding his own life. His mind immediately thought if Taylor was bleeding that the Lt. might have been fighting back. So to make sure Lt. Washington was not being forced into doing something she did not want, he risked his life yet again by speaking. His voice held more determination, "Lieutenant, are you alright. Do you need help?"
The third man was already stumbling backwards out of the doorway unable to take his eyes from Wash.
Wash turned her face to them with her eye lids flicking because Taylor was still grinding inside her, "Get out!"
The two remaining men started backing out of the room quickly as she continued to speak, "Pay no attention to them. Look at me."
Taylor was giving the men death glairs as if he were thinking up all the ways he would kill them, but turned to her with a possessive growl deep in his chest.
The men were trying to pull the door shut when she dug her nails into Taylor's ass and spoke urgently, "Harder. Faster."
He obliged.
The three men almost tripped down the platform when other soldiers came to see what was happening.
The man who spoke first upon entering the command center spoke up first again, "Oh don't go in there."
"What happened?"
"Its better you don't know. Commander's orders." He lied not wanting to risk further anger by the commander if the story was told.
The three soldiers returned to their tower talking rapidly to each other.
"Harder? Faster?" The first soldier in the door spoke first then remained silent. He had always had a crush on Wash. He had even asked her out once only to be turned down.
"Well, if anyone could it would be the Commander." The soldier who made it out of the room first commented.
"Could what?" The tallest guy questioned.
"Could tackle Wildcat Wash."
The first soldier grinned, "He gave her the Taylor Tackle."
"Taylor Tackle. That's funny. Do you think he is going to kill us?"
"Not if we keep our mouths shut."
The guy with a crush on Wash finally spoke again, "Any harder or faster and they will break through the floor."
They heard a noise and glanced in unison back to the command center as if it might be possible.
"Yep. Taylor Tackle."
A/N: Ok, I have no sleep because I had to write this or die one. I alluded to this occurrence in my slash fic TN Genesis of Obsession and had to flesh it out. Hehehehehe. This is my first true Wash/Taylor fanfic. There were some twists and turns that I did not even think were going to happen, but it just kept writing itself. What do you think?