Fuck!

Jiya! For fucking fuck's sake, fucking Jiya. He loved the woman, she was his friend. No more than that she was his sister. During that hellish time when Lucy was missing she had watched out for him. In those desperate weeks when he was sullen, uncommunicative, angry, desperate… snipping, growling and biting at his team mates like a mangy dog, she'd been there for him, even when she was calling him out for being a goddamn asshole. But that didn't stop her having the worst fucking timing fucking possible and fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck Fucccckkkkkkkkk!

Wyatt was lifted from his misery by his favourite sound in the world – Lucy giggling. Those tinkling bells that could never bring anything but joy to his heart rang out and he lifted his head to meet her gaze – her bright, shining, smiling gaze. And then with a chew to her bottom lip and the dip of her lashes, her face transformed into one of lust and mischief.

"Hey" she whispered, offering him a wicked smile and pinching his bottom, before taking him by the hand, "let's go to your room."

He was instantly placated. A wide grin opened up across his face - he didn't need to be told twice. He quickly scooped up the discarded sponge and sprang across the room, slinging his towel round his waist and carelessly bundling his clothes and their toiletries under his arm as Lucy threw on her robe neither stopping to dry off. He kicked the chair away from the door and taking her hand in his once again exited the bathroom almost barrelling into Jiya in his haste. He muttered a half-hearted apology as he pushed past her and if she said anything in response they didn't hear it – he too fixated on getting Lucy alone in his room and she too consumed with breathless giggles as he tugged her along. Jiya smiled as she watched them run down the hall and disappear round the corner. Finally.

Wyatt crashed through the door to his room and stopped abruptly.

"Get out!" He growled. His tone was serious, forceful. His body went rigid as his shoulders squared and his chest rose out.

Lucy who had stumbled to a rapid halt and was now pressing sharply into his back, suddenly faltered. What had she…? Her fears dissolved a split second later at the sound of another voice, defiant, "What the…? Why? No."

"I said. Get. Out. Now" he repeated his voice even more powerful and commanding. Rufus grumbled something in protest, making a half arsed attempt to resist but judging by the squeak of bed springs and the shuffling of socks on concrete that followed, he knew that Wyatt was not a man to be messed with right now. Lucy's mind wandered; this was probably what he sounded like when he was shouting orders to the soldiers in his unit. A group of strong, hardened men obediently doing whatever he told them to do? Well now, that was um, yeah wow – she definitely didn't hate the fizzy feeling that gave her.

She felt a tug on her arm as Wyatt led her into the room, sidestepping them away from the doorway so that Rufus could slink past – his face the perfect blend of scolded puppy and obstinate teenager. He couldn't resist a last show of defiance "You're not the boss of me you know. It's my room too." She could have sworn she heard Wyatt snarl.

He shunted the door shut almost slapping his roommate in the back with it, threw down the clothes and wash things onto Rufus' now vacated bunk, and spun round to face her. His whole demeanour softened instantly.

She felt a flurry of butterflies scatter through her centre as he stepped forward, taking her hips in his hands and gently drawing her closer. A dimpled smile quirked across his face. She watched as a droplet fell from his hair and rolled its way down his chest. He cast his eyes to her lips, leant forward and rubbed his nose lightly against hers. "Now… where were we… ma'am?" his low Texas drawl like caramel.

He snaked his arms around her waist pulling her closer still, hers matching his movements as she draped them round his neck, feeling the little beads of water that peppered his skin. "I think we were about here, soldier" her lips brushed his as she spoke.

He gave a little nod, squeezing her tighter with one arm as the other reached up to tuck a strand of wet hair behind her ear and lightly cupping her head in his hand, he kissed her.

The kiss they had shared in Arkansas had taken them both by surprise - literally for Lucy when Wyatt had suddenly pulled her in – the feelings it had stirred had been so unexpected. In those brief, electric moments their worlds had changed. The seed of possibilities had been planted and taken root within each of them.

As he kissed her now they bloomed. Love, joy, longing and a thousand other emotions they'd held onto for months now spread through them like tendrils on a vine, completely enveloping them. They clung together, their needy lips mashing as they opened their hearts and poured all those unspoken words into each other's mouths.

Eventually starved of breath they pulled apart, their lips swollen and chests heaving. When he looked at her he saw the sun, her brightness reflected back in his gleaming eyes. He was overwhelmed by his love for her. Like a fool he'd fought it, pushed it down and denied it for so long, and then when he'd finally admitted it thought he'd missed his chance to tell her or have it returned. But she was here now, looking at him with those deep brown eyes and he wasn't going to let it slip away from him again. For once he was going to use his words, no matter the consequence. He leant his forehead to hers and closed his eyes as he spoke softly, "I love you Lucy."

Her heart skipped and a firework exploded in her chest, her eyes becoming wide and glassy.

She slid her hands up from his neck to frame his face, drawing him back to look at him. Slowly he opened his eyes, nervous of her response, but he was met with an adoring gaze. Her breath hitched as she stroked his cheek, "I love you too, Wyatt."

In a split second his expression transformed from anxious to shocked, to elated, as a huge grin erupted across his face and he swept her up into his arms, spinning her around as she broke into peels of joyful laughter. She leaned down to kiss him again, as he carried her over the floor and set her down by the edge of the bed.

As he nudged her backwards onto the mattress, his knee sliding between her thighs a switch flicked, and their kiss became more heated. She raked her nails through his hair as she glided her tongue across his lips, wanting to taste him. He groaned as she pushed her way into his mouth and he greedily captured her bottom lip before rolling his tongue over hers.

He edged her further back onto the bed, settling his weight on top of her, the damp silk of her robe cool against his chest. He could feel the wet fabric clinging to every inch of her body – the body he'd already memorised. He moved down to nuzzle, open mouthed on her neck, one hand pressed hard into the mattress to steady himself, the other sliding over her robe, up her side and to her breast. His thumb stroked over her nipple, hard and erect and covered in the clingy wet silk. He pushed harder against her and she let out a soft moan as her legs curled around him, her thighs kneading against his hips. He groaned again.

Desire coursed through her. She'd thought about this for months, and then that shower with his hands all over her, making her feel like a queen… God she had never wanted anyone or anything more in her life. She had to see him, had to feel him. She scratched down his back and grabbed roughly at the towel, ripping it away before gripping his ass and tugging him towards her. She could feel him hard and thick against her. Her mouth watered and she could feel her own wetness trickle down her thigh.

Wyatt withdrew his mouth from her throat to turn and look down at where she'd so unceremoniously stripped him before returning his gaze to her, his eyebrow raised in a smug smirk. Well, someone was a little impatient.

He moved his fingers over the knot of her kimono to untie it, his eyes followed by his hands trailing all over her, relishing how the damp fabric wrapped over every curve like a second skin. "Do you have any idea what this little robe does to me?"

She huffed in surprise, "You like it?"

"Uh huh" He nodded, his voice gravelly. "Every fucking time I see you wander around the bunker with this damn thing on I want to pin you to the wall, rip off your panties and fuck you senseless." He fixed his eyes on her – they were black. Jesus – horny Wyatt was potty mouthed and hot as hell. Lightening shot through her and her thighs gave an involuntary shudder, the heat between them burning. She could feel him twitching against her leg and it only made the deep throb of need within her ache all the more.

Slowly his hands made their way lower, and she stretched out her leg muscles, pushing apart her thighs inviting him to touch her. Oh god please touch her.

He slid back the robe exposing her breast and took it in his mouth, his tongue and lips, licking, needling and sucking on it. Her body writhed in pleasure and desperation and just when she didn't think she could take any more he reached down between her legs and pushed a thick calloused finger into her. Her back arched and she let out a deep moan, scraping her nails between his shoulder blades and tugging on his hair.

Wyatt groaned, his sounds muffled by his full mouth but fuck, fuck she was wet. He curled a second finger into her, easing them back and forth as she tightened her muscles against them. Her breathing began to quicken and her sighs grew louder as he set a steady rhythm, gently teasing upwards trying to find her sensitive spot. She let out a sudden gasp and dug her heels down into the mattress - bingo. He continued his steady tease, building her up from the inside and then using his thumb to slowly circle over her clit brought her moaning, clenching and clawing over the edge.

He eased out his fingers as she pulled him up to kiss him, her heart racing and mouth clumsy. She was floating on air but still heady with desire. She wanted him in her; to feel them joined as one; to give him pleasure like he had her.

She moved her arm down between her legs and clasped him, making him growl as he thrust into her hand. She slowly drew up his length and ran her thumb over his slit. It was slick.

"Fuck me Wyatt. I want you to fuck me" she purred between sloppy kisses.

"Yes ma'am" he winked his voice laden with lust.

He grabbed at her waist and rolled her fully under him, but then suddenly paused. Her thighs quivered with anticipation. "Shit!" he sighed and dropped his head, "I don't have anything…"

"Huh?" she looked puzzled.

"Anything…" he gave her a meaningful look while trying to not show his disappointment.

"Oh! Oh I see. Well I'm covered. Um, what I mean is I have an implant and I'm all you know, good. Are you…"

"Clean? Yes. My love life hasn't exactly been full since Jess, and we get tested regularly in the army. So…?" Hope once again rose in his chest. I mean he didn't want to assume, and maybe she wouldn't be ok with it, but maybe… He really hoped so cos he definitely wanted to fulfil that request for him to fuck her.

Lucy felt a flood of relief. "Thank God!" she sighed as a smile broke across her face and she pulled him back down towards her "In that case, as you were soldier…"

He chuckled lightly, and kissed her again as he lined himself up. His smile quickly gaped and his eyes blew as he slid into her, easily sinking down to the hilt. She gasped, he groaned. Jesus she felt good wrapped around him. He stilled himself – 8 weeks of possibilities and if he was honest several months longer of fantasizing about Lucy had him bubbling pretty close to the boil.

Having settled himself he withdrew slowly and pushed back in, setting a deliberate, steady pace. Lucy tucked up her hips adjusting the angle which produced another round of moans from each of them, their bodies slotting together perfectly as they rocked in sync.

Their breathing grew heavier, their bodies glistened with sweat, their hands fumbled frantically and their kisses became more urgent as the delicious friction built up. Wyatt was getting close. He slipped his hand down between them and teased at her with his finger, wanting to feel her let loose on him. He stared at her wide eyed as she began to writhe beneath him, short throaty whimpers giving way to mewls as she fluttered round him and came. She milked him through her aftershocks and a few thrusts later he spilled into her with deep growl, is head dropping to her against her cheek.

Recovering himself he slid out of her then rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him, his blue eyes sparkling. She smiled contentedly as she nestled into him straddled over his leg, folding her arms across his chest and resting her chin on them. He patted her bottom affectionately and wrapped his arms around her waist. He could feel his mess trickling out of her, down his thigh and onto the sheet but he didn't give a damn. He wasn't moving anywhere and he wasn't about to let Lucy go either. There was no way Rufus would venture back anytime soon – not until tomorrow if he knew what was good for him and he planned on doing a lot more with Professor Preston in the meantime. Judging from the way she was lazily tracing along his chest with her finger she was pretty happy to stick around too.

"Hey Luce…"

Lucy smiled at the abbreviation – he'd never called her that before and it made her heart flutter. "Yes sweetheart?" It rolled off her tongue and felt natural - ok, so they were doing that then.

"I love you and well, you said you…"

"Love you too. Yes…"

"So I was thinking. Our lives are pretty crazy, and living in this damn bunker it's hard to get time alone. And maybe it's moving too fast but what if… How would you feel about swapping with Rufus?" He chewed his lip, his cheeks pinking a little. It was adorable.

"Really Wyatt!?" she looked outraged and Wyatt paled. "You want me to start hooking up with Jiya?" she teased, a wicked smirk on her face.

He rolled his eyes, the smile returning, "Ha ha. You know what I mean. I just want to have as much time alone with you as I can. You never know when we'll get interrupted and I don't want to waste any more time"

Lucy leant forward and planted a kiss on his nose. "I'd like that." Another kiss on his lips. "Why don't I speak to Jiya tomorrow?" He nodded. She inched lower - a kiss on his throat. "But in the meantime…" Lower - a kiss on his chest "There's something I want to do fir…"

The sound of the alarm broke out across the bunker.

Fucccckkkkkkkkk!