TN Taylor's Temptation
Chapter 3: Fetishism

Character/Pairing: Wash/Taylor
Genre: Ship/PWP
Rating: Nc-17
Warning: Sexual Situations and Fetishism
Spoiler Alert: Genesis

Summary: Wash decides to take matters and Taylor into her own hands and making him wear the gun holster straps. Oh, it's as naughty as it sounds.

AN: I love the hotness that is Wash/Taylor. Love this definition also – Sexual Fetishism = is the sexual arousal a person receives from a physical object, or from a specific situation. The object or situation of interest is called the fetish, the person a fetishist who has a fetish for that object/situation. A sexual fetish may be regarded as an enhancing element to a romantic/sexual relationship "achieved in ordinary ways" (e.g. having the partner wear a particular garment).

They strode into the command center seeing that Guzman and Reynolds were already there pointing and reviewing something on Taylor's desk. Apparently, since they were so late the discussion started without them.

That's what happens when you go too long without insanely hot sex then it's offered to you in tempting Taylor form. Wash thought to herself.

Taylor was thinking unrelated things as well. This shirt is too tight. Foster needs to work out more…built up his biceps then he would wear a larger size shirt. Why did Wash act like it was ok to ask him for a shirt for me to wear? Why did she make me stay back? He was flexing his arms on purpose. She is into arms. She likes mine. How does he know she likes men's arms? I thought she was only with just that one guy here. Have there been more or did the idiot talk about what she likes?

Taylor peered at a paper notebook that had timelines and diagrams of locations inside Terra Nova. Paper notebooks were scarce and usually only used to keep things from being picked up on a Plexpad. It only took a few seconds for him to register that it was a detailed map of his movements inside the colony. "Damn it."

Wash moved forward and stopped with ice forming in her veins.

Taylor barked at Reynolds, "Let's hear it, son."

Reynolds spoke up, "Yes, sir. I found this last night, but some of the men leaving said not to disturb you here in the command center, so I took it to Guzman."

Taylor cleared his throat telling himself not to look at Wash. His anger at the three guards that walked in on them going at it lessened. And by walked in, it was kicking in the door. When the one guy asked if she needed help, it made him remember her taunt to go get some of the grunts if he did not want her. He knew she would not, but still it stuck in his mind. Now, he thought everyone was after her. It did not help that earlier when they were walking around that he did see several men and one woman undressing her with their eyes.

Maybe everyone does want her. Focus. Notebook. I wonder if Wash likes movies. Never talked about it before. It was an older movie, but everyone now a day watch the old movies back before all of them were in 3D. It made you feel like you were back in time back when you could see the sky. They loved each other and he remembered even if she did not. What! What the hell! NOTEBOOK…the damn spy paper notebook not the movie. FOCUS.

"They said it was your orders not to be disturbed for anything." Reynolds paused then continued, "I found it open to this page of the diagram, and it looks suspicious. I didn't go over anymore of it in case there's evidence in or on it that can be collected."

Taylor tipped his head to Guzman and twitched the tip of his eyebrow indicating it was his turn to talk.

Guzman fought for all he was worth not to smile. He knew if he talked he would break out into a smile. So the only option was to not talk.

Taylor picked up on the slight amusement, "And?"

Another soldier appeared at the door.

"Yes?"

"Sir, contents of the Sixer thief's pockets."

Taylor held out his hand, and the man walked over and gave him a small bag. "Where is the prisoner now?"

"Infirmary. They think he might wake up sometime tomorrow, sir."

"Ok, dismissed." Taylor then turned to Wash noticing that she would not look at him, but stared at the notebook. "Guess the interrogation will be tomorrow, Wash."

No response…not even an eye blink or a tip of the head in acknowledgement. Taylor noted her clenched jaw, and the fact that she stood with her hands behind her back.

Guzman flipped toward the front of the paper notebook tipping his head down bringing everyone's attention to the notebook. "Most people don't write on actual paper, but it looks like a woman's hand writing. There are sketches of you. Um. Near a waterfall. Someone has been watching you. It um. It uuh. It looks like perhaps it is a woman's writing and drawing about you, sir. Some of the um uuuhhh drawings are romantic in nature, so I don't think the um woman means you harm. It could be just a woman that is infatuated with you. There are predictions of what time of day you are in the command center and when you typically go OTG."

His smile started to form, "But I would be careful if you are out near uuum water because she might try to uuum umm aaahh uuhhhhh ambush you according to the last page." He stumbled over his words quickly and then flipped quickly to one drawing then closed it. He took a step back.

Reynolds started to turn slightly pink when he looked at the drawing of a woman holding her breast while a man, who was obviously Taylor, licked her nipple.

Taylor turned his back to his desk wondering if there were any drawings of his son's calculations on the rocks and said, "Ok, get ready for the 10th to come in. Dismissed." He turned around to see Wash stepping out the door well ahead of the men. He thought she would have stayed, but she left. He was going to make a joke that it was Daisy's notebook, but she left.

She left.

He wanted to call to her, but thought better of it. She had not said a word and practically sprinted out. Once the men were gone, he flipped the pages to scrutinize all of the drawings.

None of his son's calculations were in the notebook. Taylor took a deep breath to calm himself then he went back to review the drawings again.

The woman in all of the drawings had long dark hair that always hid her face or the drawings were from the point of view of the woman looking out on the world. In several, he had his gun harness on without the gun and the woman gripped him by the straps.

"Dark hair. Not Daisy."

He remembered that Wash had done quite a few of the things in the drawing…minus the harness. Dark hair, waterfall, ambush… "Wash?"

Wash accompanied Guzman to get the 10th pilgrimage from the portal without saying anything about the notebook. He glanced at her a few times with questions in his eyes, but to his credit he asked none of them. She was thankful. It was business as usual.

When she radioed back about the two stowaways and told them to notify Taylor, she expected him to get back with her. He did not. He instead got back with Guzman and said after his welcome speech he needed Wash to go to the command center and that Guzman was to bring Dr. Shannon and her husband without the children.

Wash hesitantly walked into the command center not knowing what kind of greeting she would receive.

He was reviewing his Plexpad appearing hostile. He raised a hand without looking at her and pointed to one side of the door.

Wash stood there a few moments before the couple walked into the room with Guzman. He wasn't speaking to her, so she guessed he figured out it was her notebook. She had not removed it from her housing unit, so she could not determine how it got out and on the ground for Reynolds to find.

Her mind flashed memories of things in her place being moved when she went back there to change and shower.

The glass.

She just realized someone had been in her housing unit last night when she stayed with Taylor in the command center. And if they had the notebook, this person knew that she was watching and fantasizing about Taylor.

The spy?

Chills ran up her spine as she heard her name being spoken by Taylor. He said that she was going to take Dr. Elizabeth Shannon out to her children. She felt confused and dropped her jaw as if to speak before closing it and escorting the doctor out of the room. He never tells her to leave when he is questioning someone. He always…always asks her opinion afterwards.

As she walked back down the catwalk, she realized she had not been paying attention, and he probably saw that.

He did not radio me back. He's not talking to me in person. He sent me away, but kept Guzman there. Is he upset with me? Does he think I am crazy because I planned out ways to get his attention like it was a military op?

Suddenly, the bruises on her hip seemed more important because it was a physical proof she could rest her hand on knowing it stood for how much he wanted her. She stood with her hands on her hips pressing down on the bruises waiting for any sign from the command center. Any sign from Taylor.

Is it over? Surely not. What if it is? Stop it. I need to find out who was in my housing unit. Duty. Oooohh the way that man says "Do me." And then he does. He likes to rotate his hips when he thrusts. Stop it. Duty.

When Jim Shannon left, Guzman nodded to her to return to her own tasks.

I am being dismissed. She admitted to herself as she decided to go back to her housing unit to look around again.

I'll find out what's happening in regards to my notebook.

Taylor sat in his office and pulled a piece of paper out of a bag. It was given to him by the soldiers who caught the Sixer thief earlier that day. He tried to make out the code on it knowing he could not show it to anyone. When he was first given the paper, he tipped it in the light and recognized the imprint of the last drawing on it. It was a page from Wash's notebook.

How did the Sixer get it? How did the Sixer get a piece of paper from a notebook that Wash kept of my comings and goings? How did the Sixer get a piece of paper from a notebook that she keeps naked drawings of what she wanted me to do to her and for her to do to me? What connection is there between the Sixer and Wash? She did not write the codes. Did he? Why is he writing in her notebook where there are naked drawings of her? Are they his drawings and codes, but her hand writing in the notebook? What the hell is going on?

The codes did not look like the hand writing that was in the back that was Wash's. He knew this because after she left to bring in the 10th, he hunted for a paper he knew that had her writing on it. That was the way he finally confirmed that the writing in the back was Wash's. The writing was identical, but this new writing in code was vastly different.

How did the Sixer get a paper from her notebook? There's no way she left her own notebook laying around out in the open. What's going on that I'm not catching on to? I could call her in and ask her about it. No. What am I going to say…are you sleeping with a Sixer and the both of you are stalking me? Ridiculous. I don't know what to say to her. I couldn't even look at her earlier. How can I talk to her about this without telling her my secrets?

Taylor stayed in the command center the rest of the day going over reports and trying to sort things out.

At night, he expected Wash to show up to work on the reports or for more sex. He thought maybe she would bring the coffee this time. Maybe they could talk about the notebook and the paper with the codes. He thought wrong.

He went to radio her, but saw on his command list that her radio was turned off.

It was well past dark when he stalked out of the command center to find her. He went to her housing unit. He went to his. He checked out the mess hall and the recreation hall. He even checked the civie areas. She was nowhere.

Infirmary.

Taylor radioed the guard who was watching the prisoner. The guard confirmed Wash was there thirty minutes ago comparing the man's fingerprints to one she lifted on a scan. The guard told Taylor it was a match, but he did not know where she received the original one for comparison.

Taylor brought up the man's file and loaded his fingerprints into his own scanner. He knew where to go.

She's investigating who took her notebook and confirmed it was the prisoner. So, there's no connection between them. Did he just need paper to write on and used the notebook? Seems like a lot to go through for paper. How did he get in the colony?

Taylor arrived at Wash's housing unit to find it was locked. He used his master command and let himself in to find no one was there. He scanned her place for over an hour before he located her hiding place in the floor boards in her bedroom under an end table. He confirmed the prisoner's prints were there.

The prisoner stole her notebook, which has information on tracking me in it. The spy must have seen her writing in her notebook and gave the intelligence to the thief. Why would the thief need to know where I go and what time of the day? The spy could have just collected it, but it might have been considered suspicious to be following me around. Why risk it when Wash writes it down. I need him to wake up so that I can find out. Where's Wash? She's acting like a detective. Why is she avoiding me? Why is she not coming to me for help or to tell me what she is finding? Tomorrow, I'll know everything tomorrow.

Taylor went back to his own housing unit and cleaned a few guns. He kept looking up expecting her to show up. She never did.

He sat on the edge of his bed with his elbows resting on his legs. He lowered his face to his hands knowing that Wash was probably going to sleep as well. The excitement of something new in finding a relationship with Wash bounced around in his chest. With all that pent up energy, he needed her there to release it on her. Using her. Sating her. Kissing her. Exploring her.

Why is she staying away? If she was just a Lieutenant, I could understand what she is doing and why, but as a woman…I have no clue. She is acting differently and even speaking differently with me now that we slept together. Do I even really know her? I know her work self, but what about her personal self? I thought they were all the same. I have no clue. Maybe she is still looking for clues? She has a sharp mind, maybe she is just on to something. She can get obsessive.

He grinned thinking of the notebook and how obsessive she was about planning their coming together. At first, it freaked him out because he worried someone saw the drawings and made a connection. Now, all he wanted was Wash. He pictured Jim in bed with his wife asleep, he pictured Guzman in bed with his woman sleeping, and he pictured what he must look like sitting here just waiting for Wash.

He remembered asking her why he felt like he was the woman in the relationship. This was why. It was night, and she was nowhere to be found. He was sitting around waiting. "She did say she was the man."

I can't just sit here waiting for her. I've made it to a bed, but now she's not here. I'll never sleep now. Damn, she is trying to kill me. Death by wanting Wash.

He started wondering if Wash hid surveillance equipment around Daisy's house and if he just walked near that an alert would be silently sent to Wash.

Maybe, I need to check Foster's unit. Ok, now I am just being stupid. She makes me stupid. I'm going to die stupid.

Taylor stomped around in a bad mood all morning.

Prisoner…unconscious.

Codes…no idea what they were. He tried scanning them so he could show them to someone to translate. But, the indentations from the drawing showed. He even started writing it out on his Plexpad.

Wash…still nowhere to be found, but he had a report that she was at the PX getting supplies early that morning. He barely slept. But when he did, he immediately woke up because of dreams of Wash ridding him the way she drew in her notebook. That was one of the drawings they did not get to yet.

Where is she now? "Damnation."

"Yes, sir." A soldier stepped into the command center.

Taylor tried not to show is aggravation as it was the fourth time that hour that the man came in saying yes, sir. Taylor started to ask him if he was a frigging idiot when he remembered the man's name.

"Danneman, go see Reynolds about another duty today. Have him assign someone else." Taylor spoke slowly.

The man before him straightened even more if that was possible, "Sir, permission to speak freely."

Taylor nodded, but would have preferred to just start shooting people with sonics. Can't they see I have enough problems?

"Sir, you keep changing your mind when I come in. But, whatever is needed I can assure you I am up to the task."

Taylor did not know why, but he lied to the younger man. "Son, it's not you. I need someone to bitch at, and I know it's not fair to bitch at you. So, I stop myself. On days like these, I have to remind myself to spread around the crazy, ok. So, have Reynolds send someone else, and I will try not to bitch at them for a while and drive them crazy, ok? Wait. Better yet. Tell them to keep everyone away from the command center. Dismissed."

The man seemed pleased it was not him and left. Taylor did not have the heart to tell the man that he was saying damnation and the man just thought Taylor was saying his name asking for him.

Wash would find that funny. If she were anywhere around!

Taylor stood up flexing his arms wanting to run around the colony yelling her name. A type of panic came over him.

What if she's hurt? What if she's calling for me and I don't find her? She's fine. She went shopping this morning. She's fine.

Taylor went to his security cameras and reviewed for any sign of Wash. Nothing. He tried to convince himself that she did not want to be found. She knew where every camera was and where it could see so she must be avoiding them. He turned the system off.

Taylor finally gave in to his frustration and grabbed his binoculars. He strode out onto the wraparound porch of the command center.

"Where are you?"

He stood there for over an hour scanning over everything and everyone in the colony. He was looking for Wash. He could have sent men around to search for her or ask them if they saw her, but damn it he did not want them knowing he did not know where she was. Several people came by looking for her. He told everyone she was busy and to try again tomorrow.

Taylor's binoculars focused in on Jim Shannon doing a happy dance at the top of the fence.

Bastard probably had sex last night. Taylor thought to himself wanting to shoot the younger man off the wall just to wipe the stupid triumphant smile off his face.

That was the moment when he heard her behind him.

Thank God she's ok.

He lowered the binoculars without moving any other part of his body…not even his eyes. He wanted to shake her. He wanted to question her. He wanted to fulfill her fantasies like her fetish with his gun harness. He wanted to strip her naked and make her beg for it again. He wanted to consume her. He wanted answers. He needed to know where she slept last night, but knew he had no real right to ask her that. She was not his wife. His wife…

Memories buffeted him off his lost love. He became enraged at himself for letting himself get in this situation again. There were very good reasons why he kept women at an arm's length. This was one of them.

I couldn't find her, and she died. I couldn't find Wash either last night. What if I found out this morning her investigation into the Sixer thief got her killed last night when I was sitting there alone doing nothing? She's capable. But, what if she died needing me, and I could not save her? She said I saved her on the cliff. Yes, I was there for God's sake. What will happen when I'm not there? Taylor fought with himself feeling his emotions cloud his reason.

"No one is around." She observed curious as to where everyone was. No one but Taylor was anywhere near the command center.

"You…have been no where around." Taylor turned to her not trusting himself to walk forward.

She stayed with her back to the doors, "You know."

"What do I know?" He was not going to offer anything. He had already given too much to her.

"The notebook is mine, and I like to draw."

"Codes?"

"No. Draw you naked. Plan how to get you naked." She whispered.

He watched her for another minute thinking that today he could be identifying her dead body, and he was unable to make the thought go away, "Report."

"Right." She did not move to him. Her body screamed to go to him, but there was something in his eyes and the fact they were standing were they could be observed kept her still. From a distance, it appeared to be a casual conversation.

After about two minutes, which is a long time if you are just staring at someone wondering what they are thinking, she continued, "Right. The Sixer thief who was siphoning the power broke into my housing unit when I stayed here with you. He took it. He might have written down the codes in it and took the paper. I don't know why he did not put the notebook back or hold on to it. It makes no sense that he left it to be found. Unless, he thought whatever he was going to do would be done before it was noticed. Still reckless, so I'm guessing he dropped it because someone almost caught him here inside. He still had a job to do outside with the power."

He did not respond or even blink. She is alive and well. She is very capable of handling herself. She was in no danger.

"What are you thinking?" She continued whispering as if she did not know how he would respond otherwise. She contemplated just leaving. Maybe he needed more time to get use to the idea that in her personal life she was crazy obsessive also.

He still said nothing. She's alive. For how long? Stop. She's alive…now. I will keep her alive. Not if she runs off working on things and you have no idea where she's at.

"As a Lieutenant, I'm always prepared for anything, and I get the job done. I can be obsessive at times in my um personal life as well. The stalking was just a part of that. I wanted you. I made a plan to offer myself to you. I didn't know if you would take the offer. It's just part of who I am as a person."

He still watched her.

"You're not talking to me." Wash shifted her weight to her other foot.

Both turned to the sounds of someone walking up one of the walkways to the command center.

"Commander, sir. You said to report for an update on the housing situation." Guzman glanced between them a few times before remaining on Taylor.

Taylor glared at Guzman. His lower eyelids started to switch and lift slightly in a squint. "I'll radio you later. Dismissed."

Wash watched Guzman trot away and escort a blond civie back down the walkway. He stationed guards just far enough away from the command center to establish a loose perimeter, but not close enough that they would hear anything. He glanced back to Taylor.

After a few moments, Taylor sought out Guzman with his eyes seeing he repositioned the men. Taylor nodded once. Guzman left.

Wash watched the entire interaction mystified. Why was Daisy coming to the command center while Taylor was up here alone? No one came to the command center without an invitation. Did he send for her? Has he replaced me already?

She sucked her bottom lip in a more nervous way instead of a sensual one, "You ordered me to the command center just before Guzman brought them in for a light interrogation. You didn't talk to me or even look at me. You sent me away. So, I went to solve the puzzle. I know how my notebook got out in the open now. You're not really talking to me again. I need to know what you're thinking."

He could not tell her what he was thinking. How could he explain? There was no way to explain.

"It's just us and you're giving me Commander Taylor. I'm standing here as Alicia. I need Nathaniel to talk to me." She had known him for years, and she had never used his first name before. She tried using their first names for the first time to try to make him understand.

Nothing but a grinding of teeth.

Wash folded her arms. "Nathaniel?"

His heart clenched. "Don't call me Nathaniel. She called me Nathaniel." Only his wife had ever called him that. It was intensifying his anguish he was fighting to control as his mind flashed pictures of his wife when he first met her.

Here he was trying to start again with Wash, but the past haunted him. Haunted him with deadly talons that threatened to rip his heart apart again.

It was not that serious with Wash, so he could not figure out why he was reacting like this. He always thought about his dead wife at night even just for a second or two. His time with Wash distracted and soothed, but it was now pushing up old memories. He felt the need to let it out. He had never let it out before.

He doesn't want me to call him by his first name because Daisy calls him by it? He's distancing us with formality. He doesn't want me anymore because he thinks I'm a crazy obsessive stalker. He's taking this too far. It was just one stalker notebook where I wrote down every move he made and when, which I kept for like four months as I plotted a naked ambush and screw fest. Ok…maybe I did take it too far. Then, it's over.

She used her normal voice instead of whispering, "Is this over?"

He glanced to the command center doors thinking she was trying to start the next one of her sex game plans from the notebook. He read it. It was about them getting into a fight and him chasing her down tying her up, "Games? Yes, it's over for now. We just need to talk. Where are you staying tonight?" His voice was low and gravely. Taylor thought it was time to stop her and maybe explain something about what was happening with him, but he did not even know where to begin. He stood there blinking unable to make his eyes focus and not knowing how to start.

"What about Daisy?" Wash now had her hands at her sides clenched in fists.

Taylor fought not to show confusion on his face. "What about her? Why are you talking about her? This is a time out ok? Stop that for now."

Taylor had been so distracted that he had not even seen Daisy being escorted away by Guzman.

"Time out? You're saying where're taking a time out? No. No time out. She's every bit as bad as I am. I wrote it down. She has it stored in her head." Wash suddenly could not concede to the stupid bitch.

Taylor blinked trying to make sense of what Wash was saying as his sanity started to return to him. Wash was good at pushing back the fog of memories when she was upset or being passionate.

"I don't care what you wrote or she stored. We are not going to talk about her! Time out, ok." He had no idea what it meant anyway. She was being overly obsessive now with the next notebook plan he thought.

He wanted to talk to Wash about Lucus' mother. He felt more determined that she know and understand. He wanted to know her as a person and not just a Lieutenant. She explained about her personal self being obsessive. Now, he wanted her to know the same kinds of things about him.

"Where did you sleep last night? Where are you sleeping tonight?" He found himself saying wishing that they could have had this conversation last night snuggled up in bed after heated sex. Maybe tonight would be a better time to talk. He would go wherever she did. After that, if she wanted to pretend to fight and have him chase her down OTG and tie her to a tree while he licked her unconscious, so be it.

"Excuse me? Is this an interrogation?" Wash started getting even angrier. Internally she fumed, he says that they can't talk about Daisy, but it's ok to ask her about her sleeping arrangement. She asked if it was over between them and he said yes. Now he wants to know where she has and will sleep. "What does it matter to you where I sleep now?"

He thought to himself, because you said in private I can treat you like my woman. Why is she avoiding answering? Where did she sleep? Is she going somewhere else tonight? I need to go with her. I need to talk with her. She needs to stop the game for now.

His own crazy was starting to kick in as he took one step toward her. "Well, it matters now. Why are you avoiding answering?"

How can I talk to her about me tonight in bed…hopefully in a bed this time… if she won't even tell me where she plans to sleep tonight? It matters now for me to tell her. Does she plan to go somewhere dangerous like OTG tonight? Ok, maybe I can play along for now. Once this is over, then we really do need to talk. Maybe that's it. She wants me to interrogate her for the information. Ok then, let's play.

"Are you going to interrogate me, but tell me nothing about Daisy?" Wash hated it when men demanded things of her that they were not willing to give back. This was the first time Taylor did this with her. She raged inside.

"Stop talking about Daisy. And, I might interrogate you if you keep this up." Taylor remembered a drawing she made of being tied up and Taylor licking on her body. There was also one of him tied up. They were hot drawings. He could get her close and not let her finish. In her dwelling when he had her against the table not touching her, she said it was torture. "Are you up for some torture? Is that what this is?" He gave her a slight wicked grin with intense eyes.

"Now who's the sadist?"

"I guess me. Then turn about that makes you a sexy as hell woman. Surely you don't want me to get some grunts to torture and interrogate you." Taylor watched something in her eyes. She was not being sexual. He had called her a sadist before as a joke, and she called him a sexy man. He worried that maybe she did not like her own jokes turned back at her. Figuring out this personal stuff was starting to suck for him.

Wash clenched her jaw a few times, "No. I'll talk right now. You want to know where I slept last night? In the infirmary hiding, watching the Sixer to make sure the guard was not overrun by a sneak attack letting the shit that snooped and pawed in my things get away! You want to know where I plan to sleep tonight? At my place, alone! So you go ahead and have them bring Daisy here to stay with you tonight. You can have each other. Ok? Now, I guess we are done. This is over, I agree with you. Commander Taylor, sir." The last few words came out as cold as the arctic.

Her body had been trembling with rage, but now she was completely still and looked almost calm in her coldness.

Fight and chase or interrogate which is it? This might be a little much for me right now. I don't mind games, but maybe we need to stop for now. Taylor stepped forward.

She stepped back pushing the doors open to stay away from him.

She's luring me in. I think I'm going to tell her that this game is a little too weird for me right now…maybe we can start this again later when I know more of the rules. This angry sex is hot thing is just not for me right now. I just want to talk to her. She asked me if it was over, and I said yes. But, she keeps on going with it. I can't interrogate her if she already gave the answers. I guess we are back to the chase thing again.

He advanced again, and she retreated all the way to the other doors and opened them to step out of the command center.

Taylor stopped letting his confusion show on his face for her benefit, "We can't play out there. Where are you going?"

"Away from you." She started to close the doors after she stepped out.

Does she want me to chase her down? "Time out. Wash? I can't play these games right now. Don't go." He put a hand to the side of his head rubbing his temple.

The thought of her leaving again was starting to make him have those crazy feelings again. He started picturing her hurt again and not being able to get to her. He pictured what would have happened at the cliff if he was not there.

She pulled the doors open a little and watched him. He appeared tired, and he never looked tired. Her eyes scrutinized his face some more. He looked almost sad or wounded. "Games?"

He's the one who replaced me with that bimbo, and he has the nerve to look wounded and talk about games?

He stood there with his eyes unfocused at the floor. "I know you're probably doing the whole angry sex thing and want me to chase you or that interrogation thing, but I'm not feeling it right now ok. I needed to talk to you last night and today. There's something I need to tell you about me. I know you get obsessed, but no games or plans right now ok?"

He thinks this is pretend? He thinks I am pretend breaking it off with him so he can chase me down and tie me up? Not a bad idea, but he thinks everything I have said just now was a part of one of my sex fest plans? He doesn't think I am crazy, but is trying to play along. He IS trying to play along. Problem is, this was no game. I thought this was real.

Wash thought back to seeing Daisy and could picture that Taylor was turned away from that direction. "Ok, no games or plans. Truthfully, I did hide from everyone at the infirmary trying to see if the spy might check on the Sixer or if he might try to escape. I should have told you. As to where I am sleeping tonight, it's with you if you can get someone else to help out on guard duty with the prisoner." She walked in and closed the door behind her. "He did take my notebook and use a page out of it. He may have just stayed in a housing unit that looked empty for the night and came across my hiding place. It has naughty drawings in it. What man would pass up a notebook of naughty drawings?"

Taylor's eyes lifted to her. "I missed you last night."

"I see that now. I'm here." She went to him slipping her arms around him pulling his body against hers. "I'm here. Have you eaten lunch?"

"No."

"Did you sleep?" She asked in a very feminine voice before brushing her lips against his.

"Did you?"

"No."

He slightly smiled at her, "Let's grab something to eat and come back here. When I couldn't find you, I think I made everyone's life hell around here. I can wait to talk till tonight. Your place or mine?"

"I don't want to stay at my place till I clean everything. I can't stand that he touched my things. We stay at your unit tonight." Wash pressed her lips to his neck feeling the warmth of his arms around her. Feeling safe once again knowing it had all been a misunderstanding. One he did not even need to know about. Something else was up with him anyway.

"I'll put an extra guard on the prisoner tonight ok?" Taylor pulled her tighter breathing in the scent of her hair.

"One thing, after I brought the 10th in, you wouldn't talk to me. What was up with that? And was the don't call me Nathaniel thing part of the game?" She pressed her face against the lower part of his neck where it met his shoulder and breathed in his masculine sent. She then traced her fingers over his gun harness.

"I was having a hard time dealing. It has to do with what I'll talk to ya about tonight. And, I don't like being called that because my dead wife always called me that. I don't want to talk about that now." He gave a squeeze then released her.

"Ok, it can wait. Let's eat." Wash turned him toward the door knowing she needed to distract him because the sad look was in his eyes again and now she knew what it was about. "You've been being a bastard hu?"

"Yes, poor Danneman kept coming in over and over. I was about to rip his head off when I realized he was coming in every time I yelled Damnation." Taylor winked at her with a smile.

"Is that why everyone's gone?" Wash tried not to laugh at him and herself for what she thought it meant.

"Yes." He looked as if he were pouting.

Wash covered her mouth laughing as happiness rushed over her. It was all a misunderstanding.

Wash heard him enter, "So, before we did the whole Sixer standoff, I hear you were shot at."

Taylor walked through his unit to his bedroom where her voice was coming from, "I just spent the last twenty minutes looking for you…again. Can't you just radio me and say where you're going to be?"

"Turned my radio off. I don't want anyone finding me. Here." She held out her hand and motioned around the room. "Besides there were quite a few looking for me, and it can wait till tomorrow. You asked where we were staying tonight. I said here. I have been here for about an hour sleeping."

"Yes, it seems everyone was looking for you today. How did you get in?" He started smiling noticing that she did appear as if she had been sleeping. He liked the idea of her sleeping in his bed. "One of mine?"

"I have your codes. And yes, this is one of your shirts." Wash lay back on his bed and pulled the covers back up. "Take a shower. Come sleep for a while. Then maybe we'll fool around."

"Maybe?" He took off the gun harness from his chest and his knife sheath belt.

"Of course we will, but don't undress in here now. I'll not be able to get back to sleep. I need another hour."

Taylor showered and got into bed naked lying on his back and raised the arm closest to her. She rolled over and put her arm over his waist and her head on his shoulder. The corner of her mouth pressed against his nipple. His arm came down and rested on her stroking her hair as they both fell to sleep.

Taylor dreamed about sex with Wash, and he woke with a start to see her head in his lap working his length with her mouth, "Uuuuu ahhh Wash? What what? Ahhhhhh."

He started to sit up, but she ran a hand up his chest pushing down knowing the amount of force was not enough to actually make him stay laying down, but he obliged her. She raked her nails back down the expanse of his chest causing him to shiver.

He moved her hair back so he could watch what she was doing to him. She flashed her dark seductive eyes at him, pulled back till he was barely in her mouth, and flicked her tongue around him letting him see her tongue licking him.

Wash did not stop, but pulled her hair back and slid the ponytail band that was on her wrist off and restrained her hair. She slid her mouth all the way down his shaft listening to his breathing speed up.

He started gasping for air and fisting the blankets when she twisted her hand at the base in one direction and simultaneously moved her mouth in the opposite direction while bobbing her head up and down. "I'mmmmm not going to ahh be any mmmmm use to you if you ahhahhhh keep that up for ahh long."

She let go with her mouth and leaned forward tracing one of her hard nipples up his length. "Yes, it's long. I can keep IT up." She let her nipple trace down then up with a little giggle and bounce. "I told you before. I want to taste it."

He growled in response watching every move. He reached out to touch her, but she moved his hands back. "That's mmmmmm not what I mean ohh that feels good."

Their eyes locked, and she replied with her lips slightly touching the top so he could feel her lips moving with the words "Just let me. Let me make up for earlier."

She continued to work him alternating between different things to see what got the best reaction from him. She finally straddled one of his legs grinding herself against his leg, while she pressed his hardness between her breasts.

Taylor reached down gripping her breasts together to help. She moved her head down and flicked him with her tongue then sucked.

He held his breath for a second or two then let it out in a drawn out groan that vibrated his chest. He concentrated to get the words out, "Why don't ahhh you mmmmmove up here? Ahh your ahhh turn. I need ahhh break or else mmmmm."

"Do something for me?" Wash sat up and beseeched in seductive tones as her eyes dared to the leather straps hanging beside his bed. "Take off the gun and holster, and then put the harness back on."

He watched her with hungry eyes of a predator while she climbed off of him then leaned back to lick him once. He nodded at her.

Wash moved forward as he sat up, and he threw his legs over the edge of the bed. She watched the muscles in his body work as he made adjustments to the harness. He removed the gun holster then put it on. He knew the lightness of his skin was in great contrast with the straps.

She crawled up behind him and gripped the straps that came around his ribs to his back. He peered over his shoulder just as she pressed her breasts into his back pulling on the straps. She pulled lightly and rubbed her breasts against him drawing invisible lines with her taut nipples.

Air left his lungs as the sensations buffeted his body. He felt her pull down on the straps as she lifted her breasts up.

"Stand up." She breathed.

He was rewarded by seeing Wash's eyes glaze over staring intently at the dark brown leather strap that came down his left shoulder. He watched where her eyes trail on the other strap that disappeared around his ribs under his left arm then dart back to the center then down the strap that went around his right ribs.

Taylor tipped his head to one side and almost imperceptibly raised his eyebrows as if to ask if this did it for her.

"Yes." She reached forward gripping the leather under his arms and pulled him forward taking his hardness into her mouth again.

As her upper body hung from the straps, he ran his hands over her forearms. He enjoyed the weight of her body pulling on the straps. From now on he mused that when he adjusts the straps to repositioning it, he would remember this moment.

Before long, he found his voice again almost speaking in time with her motion, "Still say ahhhh it's your turn."

She pulled back licking a few extra times, "This is my turn. Lay down in the middle."

Taylor started to take the leather off. She stopped his hands, gripped the straps and pulled him into the bed. "Leave it on and lay down."

He did as he was told. His eyes watched her as if she were the most captivating thing he had ever seen. There was a look of wonderment on his face as if he could not understand what she was doing or as if he expected her to sprout wings.

Wash crawled over his body, and he brought his hands down to her. "No. Hands over your head."

"Why?" He questioned mischievously.

"Because it's my turn, and I want you my way." She continued moving upward letting her breasts run along his body.

"Is this payback for the wall and table at your place?" He watched her breasts as he fought the urge to reach for them or to at least run his tongue over them. "I'm not going to get a taste?"

"No. Now, shut up or I'll gag you."

His lips curved up to a smile with the realization that she would if he kept talking. He seriously contemplated saying something else just to see what she would do, but it was too late for words.

Wash hovered over him slowly sinking her body down around his hardness. He pressed the palms of his hands to the wall wishing there were something he could grab on to for leverage.

He started to move up to meet her, and she slapped him on his chest, "Stay still."

Taylor wanted to protest. But, the rapture on her face stole his ability to think as he watched her eye lids flicker. She slowly moved down inch by inch.

He was panting by the time she settled her full weight onto his body. "Wash?"

"Your job aaaahhhh is to stay still and hard, Commander." She spoke with authority as best she could. She was already rocking her hips, but just now reached for the dark leather straps on his body. She used them to pull as she rocked her hips over him and squeezed him from within. She let go with one hand to pleasure herself as she rode him.

The constant tug of the harness and her body moving over him was maddeningly erotic. He looked at her body then up to his arms that were bent and his hands pressed to the wall. "Wash. You might need to mmmm tie me down. I don't know if I can aaahhh keep my hands mmmmmm off of you."

"What did I tell you about ohh aaaaaaa talking?

He partially sat up and gripped her body lifting her up and slamming her down over him a few very vigorous times. Wash yelled out enjoying the sensations, got a hand free and gripped his hair at the top pulling back, "Commander, damn it control yourself."

He immediately stopped letting out a big whoosh of air out of frustration.

"Where?" She questioned.

"Under the sink in the kitchen." He lay back still running his hands over her thighs as she lifted herself off of him and went to get the rope.

She walked back in a minute later with two long pieces of rope and two clean washcloths. She tossed the washcloths at him.

Taylor left one on his chest and wrapped the other over his wrist. His eyes started watching her hands. She formed a large M with one length of rope and started twisting the tops in opposite directions for a while. She put the two top pieces of the M together where she kept loops. "Wrist."

He slipped his wrist into the loops careful of the positioning of the washcloth, so that the rope would not touch his skin. She then gripped the left over rope and slid the twisted parts down to his wrist. He kept reminding himself he trusted her as she then took the ends and tied them under the bed. They did the same thing again for his other wrist.

"Gag?" She asked raising an eyebrow as she worked him with her hands.

He shook his head no and was glad she gave him some slack to move his arms around. He pulled a few times knowing that he probably could not get free on his own.

Wash retrieved a knife and placed it next to the bed where one of his hands would just reach it. "Just in case."

She used her mouth again on him to make up the room they lost because of the rope incident.

"Ready?" She asked.

He shook his head yes not wanting to risk the gag since his arms were already restrained.

"Commander, your door was open. We still can't find Lt. Washington. You keep saying she's busy…um Ooooooh myyyyy."

Taylor and Wash jerked their heads to the door to see several civies standing in the doorway and the room beyond gaping.

Reynolds came in behind them, "You're not suppose to just walk in…ummmm." He put his hands over his eyes and turned around walking out mumbling something about drawings and he should have known. No one paid any attention to him.

No one else moved for a few moments.

Wash strode forward seemingly unembarrassed in her nakedness, "I'm still busy. Veeeeeery busy. I might be busy all weekend." She slammed the door in their faces.

A/N: Did I just write this? *looks around unbelieving then looks back at eps and pics where Commander Taylor is wearing the gun harness* Why do I like torturing them so much? LOL! I want to thank gryphon2k for the George Takei voice "Ooooh myyy" and morganel for the encouragement! Next chapter: Partialism…can anyone say Taylor Arms!