I didn't know how much balls it took to acutally submit something until I did it. So this is the first oneshot of Skye and Lucas. Each chapter will have some type of answer to questions I know you guys probably have, like what happened after she found the bucket? How do they communicate? How did he survive the gunshot wounds? Shit like that. Don't trip chocolate chip, your questions will be answered. Thanks again for your reviews or just even reading!

Things I own: a new apreciate for summer. 50 degrees and rain here in SF. Things I don't own: Terra Nova

She was early, she was always early. Skye sat crisscrossed at the bottom of Snakehead Falls. It was the spot they always met at, their spot. It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon, sunny and hot. Definitely one of the hottest days of the year so far. Skye laid back, letting the smooth rocks warm her back and the sun warm her chest. She closed her eyes, still not believing all this was actually happening. While she waited for Lucas, she always spent her time thinking about him.

They had been meeting for about four months now. And even if it had only been a short time, it felt like they'd been together for years. And even though they only communicated when they met, it felt like they talked every day. Lucas still had guys on the inside giving him and the Sixers intel. He basically knew everything Skye was up to, and she knew nothing about his daily life. Yet, somehow that's what drew her to him. His mysteriousness, his protectiveness, his cockiness, all things she hated in men before she met Lucas.

They only met on weekends. Saturday or Sunday, sometimes even both days. Although Skye wished for more time, she knew this was the way it had to be. She had her internship at the infirmary during the week, and taking care of her mom was almost like a full time job in itself. On the weekends, Skye's mother spent the night at the infirmary with Dr. Shannon and Malcolm, who ran tests and kept her for observations. Lucas was also busy with God knows what during the week. So Saturday and Sunday were their special time.

Lucas kept with the flowers to let her know what day and time to meet. Red flowers stood for Saturday and white flowers were for Sunday. The number of flowers represented the time of day. They never met at night, Lucas made sure of that.

"It's too dangerous for you, Bucket. Between slashers, raptors, and the guards, it's too risky. And I can't risk losing you."

It was times like those she saw Lucas for who he really was. Under this psychotic, controlling shell was a kind hearted soul. Skye wished more people could see it. Everyone always wondered who was sending her flowers every week. Even though she expected them, her heart still melted every time she saw the small bouquet on her doorstep in a little metal bucket. Who, when, and how Lucas got someone to do it, she'll never know. He was a genius, both mathematically and romantically.

She was torn between him and the colony, feeling like she had betrayed Commander Taylor and all the people she loved. Loving and making love to the person who set out to destroy her home, her second chance. And yet, she never missed a meeting. She felt drawn to him, like magnet. How could something feel so good but be so bad? At some point during the months, the little voice in the back of her mind telling her not to go slowly disappeared.

Skye took a deep breath in, still lying on the warm rocks. She was so lost in her thoughts she didn't hear Lucas walk up and lay down next to her. He couldn't help but just stare at her. Even her profile with her eyes closed was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

"Boo." he said with his head turned to her. Skye jumped a little bit, still not realizing he was next to her. She stretched out her arms above her head.

"Mmmm, hey." she said lazily. "I didn't hear you come up." As she finished her sentence, she turned her head towards him and opened her eyes. God, she was gorgeous.

"Thinking again? What about?" Lucas asked as he took his arm to pull her in. Skye put her head on Lucas' chest and her hand just above his above his belly button. She could feel his rock hard abs through his shirt and she could already feel herself getting hot.

"You know, the usual. Me," she took her hand off of his stomach to point to herself and then to point to Lucas. "And you." she replaced her hand as fast as she could. He couldn't be any happier, missing the warmth from her touch.

Wanting more of her, he grabbed her at the waist and pulled her on top of him. He put her into the huge bear hug. Skye took this opportunity to kiss his neck. She sucked at the back of his ear, making him hiss and grind up into her.

Skye realized she was finally in the dominant position, one she had never been in with him before. Knowing she had the power gave her an extra boost of confidence she never had. Skye sat up to straddle him. She hooked her hands behind his neck and ran her fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. She could see the desire building in his eyes. She put her forehead to his, just like he does to her. He leaned up to try and kiss her but she instead went straight for his ear. Skye couldn't see his face, but she knew he was disappointed. Oh, don't you worry, she thought. That's when she started to roll her hips, making Lucas whimper.

"Mmhhmmm," she whispered in his ear. "It was such a long seven days without you. All I could think about was you inside me." Skye could feel his hardest swell up. His hands shot up to cup her ass, pushing her down into him harder.

"B-bucket." he groaned. She could see him losing it. She placed kisses down his neck, chest and stomach until she was down to his legs. She then took both boots off, undid his belt, and pulled down his pants. By the time she looked up, Lucas had already taken his jacket and shirt off. His chest was frantically moving up and down, his eyes the purest jade she'd ever seen.

She climbed back on top of him, straddling him once more. She returned to the previous position at his ear, he returned his hands to her ass.

"Tell me how bad you want it." she said. Skye felt his muscles tense under her. His hands then shot up to her face, pulling it to meet his. He knew what she wanted. He wasn't going to beg, that was for damn sure.

Skye, never backing down, accepted the challenge. She sat back up, and slowly unbuttoned just the first three buttons of her blouse, revealing that she had no bra on. She leaned forward again, capturing his ear between her teeth.

"I have no panties on either, I'm all wet down there." she said with new found confidence she never knew she had. "Tell me what you want." Skye started to roll her hips again, sucking on the tender spot just below his scars. Lucas nearly lost it.

"Damn it." he cursed. He knew he lost, but he couldn't control it. "Fuck, Bucket, please. I need you. Please."

There was a huge grin on Skye's face. And with that, Lucas wasted no time flipping them over. In one swift motion, her shorts and flip flops were off. He couldn't be bothered with those little buttons so he took both sides of her blouse and ripped it open. Skye knew she should be mad, but seeing him like this only made her desire for him grow. His lips went to hers, sucking, licking, biting. His hands went to cup her breast. He wanted her, and he wanted all of her. Lucas pushed his boxers down and positioned himself against her. He used all his might to thrust all the way into Skye in one fluid motion. His head went back to her lips and her eyes rolled in the back of her head. They both never felt anything better than this.

Lucas always took his time with her, tending to her needs and wants. Making sure everything was perfect for her. Skye was the only person in the world he cared about. She brought out feelings and emotions he never knew he had. She always challenged him, as well as herself when they were together. No one had ever showed affection towards Skye like Lucas had, not even Josh. It was never a dull moment between these two, whether it was just talking or fucking. That's what kept them coming back to each other.

Skye broke the kiss, she could feel herself getting closer with each thrust. She dug her nails into Lucas' back, silently telling him.

"Lu-lu-lucas, I'm, you're. Fuck. Ah." Skye coherently spluttered words out, too lost in her pleasure to talk.

"I know Bucket, me too." Lucas answered, knowing exactly what she was trying to say. He pulled her face directly in front of his, needing to see her face as her orgasm controlled her body. He loved looking at her at these moments of complete and udder pleasure.

"Oh, God. Ohhh." she screamed. And not far after that did Lucas come, spilling himself inside of her.

They laid there until their breathing returned to normal. A thin layer of sweat covered their bodies. Skye snuggled up next to Lucas, just like they had been before. They both needed each other's company. They were savoring it, knowing for the next week, they would have to make do without one another. They must have laid there for thirty minutes before anyone moved.

"It's getting late." Lucas said. Skye looked up at him, suddenly feeling self-conscious about her boldness earlier.

"Yeah, it is." she said as she sat up and gathered her clothes. Lucas was lacing his boots as Skye pulled up her shorts and slipped into her flip flops. She picked up her blouse, which was almost in two pieces. "Uhmm" she said to him, holding up what used to be her shirt.

"Oh shit, sorry about that." he said with a chuckle. "Here, take mine." Lucas handed her his shirt and she slipped it over her head.

"Thanks." Skye said with her eyes on the ground.

"You know," Lucas started, "I wouldn't mind seeing that side of you every so often. I kinda enjoyed it." A soft smile appeared on Skye's face. Lucas winked and then pulled her into a hug. They both never wanted to let go.

"I, uh, I missed you, you know." Skye said eyes still on the ground. Lucas brought his finger to her chin and tilted her head so his eyes met hers. He could tell she was begging to know if he missed her too.

"You don't even have to ask, Bucket. I always miss you when you're gone." And it was the truth. He loved coming to see her; it was the highlight of his week. But he hated seeing how hurt she was when they had to separate. They both didn't want to leave, but they knew they had to. He leaned in to kiss her on the cheek, his stubble tickling her face.

"See you soon."

And like that he was off. Skye watched him until he disappeared from sight, bringing her hand up to the cheek he kissed. She then quietly snuck back into Terra Nova. After picking her mom up from the infirmary, she went home to eat and go to bed. Every night that week, she slept with his shirt on.

I reread that like 80 times. I hope there's no mistakes but let me know if you do catch one. Reviews are always nice ;)