"Maybe I should be open to possibilities" "Possibilities of what?" "I dunno. I just know I'm not ready to say goodbye yet"
8 weeks. 8 weeks since he'd said those words that made her heart beat wildly. Since he'd gazed at her and, had she imagined it? leant his head towards her. If only Mason hadn't turned up, and as for those 6 hellish weeks with her mother... But now it had been 2 weeks since she'd been back in the bunker, back safe with him and the rest of the team. 2 weeks since they'd almost kissed before Jiya's interruption. 2 weeks of nothing. Had he changed his mind? Were the possibilities gone? Had she misunderstood? Had he never wanted that? Never wanted her? Lucy shook her head - no that couldn't be true could it? Not with how held her and how he looked at her. No one had ever looked at her like that before - it sent electric shocks through her. No, she was sure he was feeling at least something like what she felt for him. So why the hell hadn't he said or done anything more since? Gah! She flopped back on the bed in frustration. A few moments later she sighed and resigned herself to another day passing time in the bunker with him, acting like best buddies and pretending she wasn't bothered at this lack of romantic progress. She grabbed her washbag and towel - a shower might help clear her head.
Wyatt let the hot water rain over him and sighed deeply. 8 weeks. 8 weeks since he'd finally opened himself up to the possibility of her only to have it, have her snatched away from him for 6 tortuous weeks. Rufus had said he was in love with her and he'd denied it, but the moment he'd held her in his arms as she sobbed he'd known it was true. He was in love with her. They'd almost kissed but then Jiya had to well come along at that moment and... god damnit. And what was he supposed to do now? She was fragile, she'd been through hell and needed a friend not him saying I love you or throwing himself at her. She didn't need to deal with that on top of everything else and she certainly didn't need some creep taking advantage and trying to stick his tongue down her throat. Besides, she'd been so matey in the last 2 weeks since their non-kiss - maybe she just wasn't interested in anything more than friendship.
He was roused from his thoughts by a startled gasp and the sound of metal crashing to the floor as the chair that had been propped up against the handle fell. He turned to face a flustered looking Lucy.
"Oh oh god I'm sorry" she stammered as she stared at him wide eyed, "I didn't know you were in here. I thought the chair..." her voice trailed off as she realised she was still staring at him. All of him. Good god he was breathtaking.
His face quirked into a slight smile - he always smiled when he saw her."No sorry, it's my fault. I mustn't have wedged the chair properly". In the same moment he suddenly became aware of his nakedness and while pretty comfortable in his own skin decided that he ought to do something about it. Only problem was his towel was by the door. Shit. He gestured apologetically towards it but made no move to cover himself.
Lucy regained her senses and finally withdrew her eyes from him and hurriedly turned back to the door. "I, er, I should leave and let you um get back to it then." As she reached for the handle she suddenly paused, unwilling or unable to leave.
"You don't have to go." She could feel his eyes on her. A prickle of heat ran up her neck that made her hairs stand on end. The vision of him naked and wet burned into her conscience. She couldn't move. It was now or never.
Her hand reached for the door once more. She pushed it closed. Saying nothing and without looking at him she picked up the chair and wedged it firmly under the handle. Her back still turned she untied the knotted belt of her silky kimono dressing gown. Her arm reached up and she tugged at the elastic band that was holding her hair up in a little bun, shaking her curls down over her neck. Slowly she peeled back the robe from her shoulders and let it pool around her ankles. Aware Wyatt was watching her every move she reached into her wash-bag and produced a soft natural sponge and a bar of creamy soap. Finally she turned to face him and holding his awestruck gaze placed the soap and sponge in his hand before stepping under the stream of the still running shower.
