II
Maddy
Despite the almost deadly disaster that their first date was, the 'day flowers' field became their place. In the time they've been together, they spend more time than she can count in the field. They just make sure to tell someone now where they can be found in case of emergency. Sometimes they just sit like the first time—eating fruit and sharing silly stories—he smiles beautifully at her as she laughs at something ridiculous he tells her. He blushes sometimes and she just falls more in love with him as he embarrasses himself just to hear her laugh. Sometimes they play games; he chases her, laughing softly in her ear as she shrieks when he catches her, holding her against him as they catch their breath. Sometimes they just lay there on a blanket, her hand over his heart, her face tucked away in nook of his neck and she breathes him in as he runs his fingers through her hair. It's their own little place, their own little world. So it makes sense that the place where she first started to fall in love with him is the place for other firsts. To be fair, she ambushes him, she's sure that if he knew what she had in mind, he'd be stammering worse than she does. Leave it to her to find someone far more awkward than she is, she finds it adorable on him.
She lays next to him staring at the clouds above him looking for shapes, her hand clasped in his as he points out a cloud he swears looks like a horse. She lets out a snort because it looks nothing like one and when he argues, she just nods looking over at him with a teasing smile, pulling on his hand. He huffs jokingly at the condescending look and rolls to his side, bringing his body closer to hers as he now leans over her.
"It looks like a horse." He argues again, his lips twitching amused as she laughs.
"Sure." She answers in a mock serious voice, her free hand cupping his cheek before reaching his neck pulling him down.
"It does." He whispers against her mouth, his words trailing off as he kisses her, softly first as always. His first kiss is always soft and chaste just like the very first one they shared up in a tree, but they always grow. They've become pros in kissing each other. She holds on to his short hair, tugging on it lightly when his mouth parts and his tongue snakes out to touch her lips for permission. She moans lightly at the first taste of his tongue. It always tastes like a different fruit mixed with something uniquely Mark. She presses her teeth lightly into his fuller bottom lips as she pulls it into her mouth, smiling into the kiss as he lets out a groan, his hands holding to her hips as he settles on her fully. She lays contented to let him take over, her hands still playing with his hair, her hazy eyes blindly looking at the sky as his mouth leaves hers and starts a wet trail down her neck. She closes her eyes, smiling blissfully as he skillfully finds the spots that make her toes curl and leaves her breathless and mindless.
His lips continue their path and stop at the bare skin—her lower than usual v-neck shirt has left uncovered—he stays still for a second before he continues, laying soft kisses over the slope of her breast and she gasps because it's the first time he allowed himself to pass her neck and she has to wonder if maybe he does have an inkling of what she wants to happen. Her noise stops him again uncertainly, causing him to look at her with concerned eyes.
"Maddy?" He questions, one of his hands brushing a lock of brown hair out of her face. He doesn't say anything else but his eyes speak for him. Are you okay? Is this okay? I love you; we can stop when you want.
She pushes on his chest until he sits up on his knees, his expression even more worried now and she knows he's ready to apologize, thinking he's pushed. She shakes her head as she sits up, too, taking a deep calming breath, her hands going to the hem of her shirt. Keeping her eyes on his, she starts to lift her top over her head, leaving herself bare from the waist up, except for her bra. She watches nervously as he stares, his lips red from their kisses part and then, he lets out a shuttered breath of his own. His eyes leave her face slowly, studying every inch of her with precision. She blushes as his eyes linger on her simple white bra and then down to her flat tummy before making their way back up to her face.
"I was right the first time," he says quietly. His voice husky, his eyes a dark grey now and his pupils expanded, "You are perfect."
She lets out a shaky laugh but just as charmed by his words as the first time he uttered them. She never really thought much of her appearance other than thinking she was rather plain-looking. Boys do not really look in her direction in 2149, and yet, here she is with a man who could only be described as beautiful, telling her she is perfect and looking at her as if she is the loveliest thing he has ever seen.
"Maddy?" He speak softly again, drawing himself closer to her. "I love you… you know that, right?"
She nods.
"And I'm always going to love you," he continues, his hand reaching out to touch her, his calloused fingers drawing shapes on her forearm. "Nothing that happens or doesn't happen here today is going to change that."
"I know." Maddy answers smiling, because leave it to him to make it simple and comfortable for her to stop or continue. He offers no pressure, just support the way he does with everything else. "I love you, Mark."
He smiles at her tenderly and leans in to lay the softest kiss on her forehead. "I know."
She nods once more as she moves forward. He has his legs stretched out before him and she climbs over them into his lap, grinning when his eyes widen. Her hands reach for his shirt but she waits until he accepts that this is what she really wants. She knows he does when his already loving eyes turn even more tender and he silently raises his arms over his head helping her with his shirt. She's seen him shirtless before, not often and not this close, but there have been times when she's been at his place waiting for him when he has walked around without a shirt as he gets ready. He truly is beautiful she observes; with sleek golden skin over hard muscle, a scar or two that some might see as flaws—she sees as more perfection because she knows he's gotten them in some act of bravery.
She whispers she loves him again and it makes him move, his hands caressing her back as he pulls her closer, kissing her again. Picking up where he left off, laying peppered kisses on every piece of skin he can find. It's stimulating but not enough as she feels the heat inside her rising until all she feels is the pulsing in her body matching her racing heart. She doesn't know what to do and she wishes she had read up on this; instead, she stops thinking and lets her body take over. It seems to know what it wants while her mind is lost. She presses into him, her hips moving in an innate rhythm, demanding to calm the throbbing between her thighs. She finds what she's looking for when she presses against his hardness, gasping as it sends a thrill up her spine. Oh…she definitely likes that, she thinks as she does it again, drawing a guttural sound from deep inside Mark's throat as she rubs against him.
"Maddy!" He growls out, his hands clutching her hips but he moves against her, too, almost unable to help himself. "You keep doing that and this is going to be over quickly."
She blushes, causing him to smile. Laughing softly, his nose brushing against hers as he pecks her lips.
"Still sure?" He questions, nodding when she does. "Lay back."
She does as he says, sucking in a sharp breath as his knuckles brush her stomach, his fingers loosening her belt.
She looks at him questioningly as he pauses with a painful frown on his face. She frowns as he lets out a groan. "What's wrong?"
"I… didn't bring… didn't bring anything…I didn't really plan for this." She watches as he blushes and stammers. She grins widely, laughing when he gives her a pitiful look. She lets him stew for a moment before putting him out of his misery. Reaching into one of her pants' pockets, she pulls out two foiled squares and presses them into his hand. She watches as he looks at them, then at her and then back at the squares on his hand, a small smile of awe on his lips as he shake his head. "But you did, how long have you been planning to seduce me, Miss Shannon?"
She's bright red at the light teasing but shrugs with a glint in her eyes. "A while now, Mister Reynolds, I figured if I waited for you I might have to wait forever."
Mark lets out a bark of laughter, his hand tugging on the button of her pants. "Sorry, I'm a little slow."
"You really are!" She quips playfully, her words turning into a gasp as his hands touches her over her underwear.
"Slow can be good, Maddy." He whispers as his hand gets lost under her panties, his index finger lazily touching and parting her before seeking her wetness. "Slow can be very, very good." He continues, his voice deeper as he circles her opening before pressing in.
"I…" She stammers, her breath halting in her throat as his finger sinks into his second knuckle. She feels full and it's just his finger. The thought echoes through her head wondering how it will be when it's the other, bigger parts of him. "Yeah…okay."
She lets out a sound of protest when Mark removes his hand completely. She's enjoying that. She can't bring herself to say anything though when his hands go to her boots, removing them and her socks with such care, his touch soft as he peels back her pants down her legs. She takes another breath as Mark kneels between her legs, his fingertips rough from his daily work touch the sides of her panties and she focuses her gaze on his face as she tilts her hips upward, helping him as he pulls her last barrier off.
The following sequence of events pass Maddy like a dream—his fingertips over heated skin that gets slick with sweat, he nudges against her, pressing in, robbing her of clear thoughts, leaving only sensation that even a wordy genius like her can't put into words. He's everywhere—around her, on her, inside her. She's not sure where she ends and where he begins. She just knows that if she had her way, she's stay like this forever. Terra Nova is supposed to be paradise—deliverance from a cruel and dying world but she now knows that her paradise is found in Mark Reynolds arms.
Mark looks down at her, his hands holding on to her thighs as he moves. His hair glistening from sweat, he smiles at her, his eyes brighter than she's ever seen them. "You okay?" He asks, with a mix of love and concern, his movement has gotten less smooth and as she feels the heat rise in her body, she knows he's close, too.
The smile on her face wide, her eyes damp from the emotion that is thumping in her chest. "Perfect."
She closes her eyes in perfect happiness as he laughs softly at her answer, his lips brushing her temple and his answers is a soft. 'Yeah you are.'
