This is set post-2x06 in the No-Jessica timeline. Lucy and Wyatt have been together happily since Hollywood. Pretend for the sake of this amusement, there was no Wyatt-Carol showdown.
Wyatt's eyes found her easily across the bunker's living room, from where he leaned against the kitchen counter. Mason was deep into his third retelling of their adventure and – by the sounds of it – deep into his fourth whisky. Lucy and Denise sat comfortably on the couch, pretending to listen to Mason, while Rufus and Jiya swayed slowly together to whatever historical crooner Mason had them all listening to. Today's jump, deemed a roaring success, had spawned this little after-hours party, and the addition of some booze procured from an unknown era had definitely elevated the level of festivities.
Wyatt's fingers itched to touch her again. So rarely more than an arm's reach from each other here in these close quarters, he'd grown accustomed to the near constant contact. An arm around a waist, a hand holding a hand, a gentle stroke of a thumb on soft skin. The second it was gone, he missed it. Setting his empty glass down on the counter behind him, he strode across the cavernous living space toward her.
Coming up behind the couch, he leant forward and let his hands slowly glide up her bare arms. She responded immediately, leaning back into his chest and placing her hands on top of his. Placing a quick kiss on her cheek he spoke huskily into her ear.
"Having fun?"
An easy grin spreading across her face, she turned slightly in her seat to look up at him, never breaking his embrace.
"Mmm hmmm" she murmured, leaning her forehead against his whiskery cheek. "These coworkers of ours sure know how to party".
"Work hard, play hard, that's how we roll," he replied, leaning his head down to be even closer to hers. His hand played absently with the ends of her long hair. The longer he stood here, holding her, feeling himself start to sway slightly to the music, surrounded by his haphazard little family enjoying a rare moment of exuberance, the more he wanted to whisk her out of here for a more private party.
"On a scale of one to Mason, how drunk are you right now?" he asked.
She laughed, a beautiful and delighted sound, as she tilted her head around to check on Mason's condition. He had pulled Denise off the couch and over to a crate of vinyl records, loudly explaining his own personal organization system.
"I think time travel is finally agreeing with him," Lucy said, a note of amusement in her own voice. "And I'm certainly not that drunk".
"Good," said Wyatt, bending his head even lower to nuzzle under her ear.
"Why?" asked Lucy slyly "Did you have something else in mind?"
Wyatt's gently pulled her up from the couch and encircled her thin frame with his strong arms. A hand slid slowly down her back, coming to rest on her ass and holding her tight against him. Letting his lips fall to hers, he placed the slightest, whisper of a kiss there, all while keeping his eyes locked to hers. She could feel his heart beat through his chest and the stirrings of his arousal against her belly.
Sliding her fingers into his hair, she pulled his ear down to her lips.
"Take me home."
Taking her hand in his, he waved a quick goodbye to Rufus and Jiya – everyone else being otherwise preoccupied - before leading her towards the hallway. An exuberant call of "That's my 'Yeah'!" followed them on their way out.
The walk down to their room, while short, seemed to Wyatt to take forever. Desire and anticipation raged through him and he frankly couldn't care less if one of their teammates got an eyeful this evening. Lucy, calm and collected as always, was half-heartedly trying to keep a lid on things. She playfully swatted his roaming hands and kept his kisses to already visible parts of her body. Wyatt would have added 'self restraint' to the long list of things about her that impressed him, if he could have marshalled his thoughts away from such things as the softness of her skin or the scent of her hair.
"You are incredible," he whispered in her ear, his hand wrapping tight around her waist and sliding under the hem of her blouse.
She stilled his hand with hers, entwining their fingers and lifting her gaze to his with an arched eyebrow.
"Wyatt..." she admonished in a low voice.
"What?" he growled softly, his lips grazing along her jaw line.
"You've turned the wrong way," she answered, already disentangling herself from him and stepping in the other direction.
Wyatt blinked and gave his head a shake, trying to collect himself. Discretely adjusting the front of his pants, he quickly followed Lucy down the correct, but identical, bleak hallway.
Wyatt deliberately walked a few steps behind Lucy. This also meant he got to enjoy the view, her fitted red skirt clinging in all the right places, her shapely legs as hypnotizing as ever. She walked around the final corner, turning to him to see him unabashedly checking her out. Raising an eyebrow again, she ran her own fingers through her hair, gathering the long tresses behind her head before letting them fall back over her shoulders.
Wyatt narrowed his eyes at her slightly. He loved playing with her hair and she knew it. Closing the gap between them, he lifted one hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, letting the silky strands fall through his fingers. His fingers traced delicately down her neck and along her collar bone, slowly trailing lower and lower. Lucy stopped walking and leaned casually against the wall fixing her inviting gaze firmly on Wyatt. He followed, stopping just inches in front of her. Breathing deeply, he took in the scent of her, distinctive and intoxicating, and only further fuelling his desire for her.
They stood there together, eyes locked, bodies still, as though daring the other to make the first move.
In an instant, his mouth was on hers. Lips and tongues devoured each other while arms pulled tight and hands gripped desperately at clothing. Wyatt couldn't get enough of her, of this. She was water and he was dying of thirst. Lucy pushed forward, turning them and pushing his back into the cinder block wall, attacking his mouth with equal enthusiasm.
Spreading his legs slightly and bending his knees, Wyatt's hands found the backs of her thighs. His large warm hands gently squeezed the soft flesh before dragging themselves upward. This time, Lucy let his hands wander. His hands groped higher, pushing her skirt out of the way before finding their way to her lace-clad backside. Wyatt groaned quietly into her mouth as his hands kneaded her ass, pulling her ever closer into his own body.
And suddenly, she was gone. The abrupt loss of contact startled him but his mind was too clouded by arousal to immediately understand what had happened. Looking around him, he realized Lucy was on the other side of the hall, leaning on the door to their room.
Tease.
Standing up straight and giving his head another shake, he followed her across the hall. Bracing an arm on either side of the door frame, he leaned in to her, lips immediately finding their way to her neck, his kisses somewhat less gentle than before. As she unlatched the door, she ran a hand up his chest, grabbed a fistful of his shirt in her free hand, and pulled him with her in to the dark room.
The door shut itself behind them and Lucy pushed Wyatt back up against it. Her small, strong hand let go of his shirt and slowly trailed down his front, feeling his muscles tense underneath her touch. Reaching the hem of his shirt, her hand slid underneath and retraced its path back up.
Taking one step towards him, her other hand joined in, fingers splaying across his warm, smooth chest. Wyatt's fingers were itching to touch her again, but something about her, here, in this dark room, teasing and taunting him, kept him still.
Her hands slid higher, smoothing over his broad shoulders then pushing his black shirt up over his head. As the soft fabric fell to the floor beside them, her hand returned to his chest, fingertips tracing the same path down his abs before tucking in to the front of his pants.
She idly fingered his belt buckle for a moment before letting go and taking a step back. Again, the loss of contact was sudden and jarring to Wyatt who wasn't entirely sure why he hadn't touched her since they got to the room. Somehow, with only the briefest of touches and sideways glances, she had taken control of this, of them. He was intrigued and aroused by this new found dominance. He stood shirtless in the dark, senses alert, waiting for her next instruction.
"Take them off," came her low voice from the darkness.
A smile tugged at the corner of his lips and his fingers immediately set to work, unlatching his belt and undoing his jeans before pushing them down his legs to the floor. He toed off his shoes and kicked them and his pants to the side.
A lone finger returned to his navel and followed the now familiar path south, stopping when it met the elastic waist band of his boxers.
"These too."
Wyatt made quick work of the shorts which joined the rest of his clothes in a heap on the floor. Completely naked, and completely aroused, he waited.
He still couldn't see her, the room was too dark for his eyes to adjust. His senses strained for a sound, a touch, any clue to what she was up to. A soft rustling of fabric, the gliding of silk over equally soft skin, and the unmistakable sound of a zipper, informed him that she had discarded her clothes too. The thought of them both standing, naked, inches apart, but still not touching, wound him up even more.
A heartbeat passed. He sensed her move but couldn't tell where.
Suddenly, her hands were on his hips and her tongue was on his cock. His eyes rolled back and his head thudded against the door behind him. He had never been so turned on in his life. Lucy. His Lucy. Professor Lucy. Sweet, beautiful, perfect Lucy had him in her gorgeous mouth and it was the most mind-blowingly erotic thing ever to happen to him. His fingers threaded into her hair as she engulfed him, teasing, sucking, taking him deeper before pulling back to flick her tongue over the end of him. His knees buckled as the pleasure of it all overwhelmed him. Her fingers gripped tighter into his hips and he steadied, mustering some scrap of concentration to stay standing.
A deep groan escaped his lips as her mouth surrounded him again. Steady, deliberate, and talented motions and attentions in all the right places were quickly pushing him to the edge. His subconscious managed to kick aside his animal brain just long enough for him to realize he needed to intervene before she pushed him too far.
"Lucy," he whispered in a strangled voice. His hand reached down and stroked the side of her face. "Luce, please. Not yet."
She stilled for a moment but didn't let him go. He thought for a second she would refuse, determined to finish him before he even made it into the room. With one final flick of her tongue, she released him slowly. He could feel the hint of a satisfied smile against his palm. Gracefully, she stood up again, her hands finding the hard planes of his chest.
"Wyatt..." she whispered, standing on tip toe, her lips so close to his he could feel her warm breath on his skin.
"Yeah?"
"Ravish me."
Any self restraint he had left abandoned him in that instant. Crushing his mouth to hers, his strong arms picked her up while immediately moving them towards the bed. Her legs wrapped around his waist, trapping his arousal between them. She kissed him back with equal ferocity, tongues duelling, fingers clutching in his short hair. His shins bumped in to the edge of the mattress and he bent over to lay her on the bed.
He kissed a fevered path down her body, lavishing attention to her neck, her breasts, her navel, before reaching his destination. His hands gripped her slender hips and pulled her right to the edge of the bed, then slid over to the inside of her thighs to spread her legs apart. His mouth continued its campaign of adoration, first on her clit, then dragging his tongue along her warm, wet opening.
A soft groan escaped her lips and it was music to his ears. He wanted more of it, more of her, louder and unrestrained. His tongue returned its ministrations to her clit, recalling the teasing, flicking motions her tongue had made on him only minutes before. One hand still gripped her thigh while the other plunged two fingers into her hot core. An even louder groan came from her this time, and he crooked his fingers inside her to hit that most sensitive spot.
Her fingers raked through his hair, alternatively stroking and gripping as his attentions drove her closer to that blissful edge. Her slender legs draped over his broad shoulders and her heels dug into his back, pulling him closer to her, demanding more. Wyatt grinned against her, increasing the pressure of his tongue and adding a third finger to the others already deep inside her.
He could feel her winding up, getting close. Another stroke of skilled fingers, one last flick of his tongue and she broke around him, shuddering, grasping, a soft cry of release and satisfaction filling the dark room. Wyatt pressed kisses to the soft skin of her inner thigh while his fingers felt her continued aftershocks. He loved watching her in these moments, sated and spent, half delirious with the pleasure he had brought her.
Slowly he slid his fingers from her, a soft protest escaping her lips at the loss. He stood in front of her splayed body, hands gripping her thighs once more. Without preamble, he drove his aching cock into her, filling her to the hilt, her cry of pleasure only arousing him more. Holding their hips still, he reached one hand forward to slowly trail from her throat, down her centre, to the place where they were joined. He heard her exhale, a soft, contented, familiar sigh, and he leant forward to meet her lips with his. Their kiss was slow and deep, both savouring the feeling of being reunited after such a long and hectic day with no time for themselves. Pulling back slightly, Wyatt pressed one last kiss to her lips, then to her neck, before standing up again.
He slid slowly from her warmth while his strong hands encircled her waist, effortless lifting her to move her higher up the bed. Wyatt crawled up the length of her, his large frame looming over hers. Finding her centre again, he slid inside once more, this time finding an easy rhythm as their bodies reunited over and over again.
Lucy's hands found their way to his face, rubbing her palms against his rough stubble. Pulling his mouth back to hers, their tongues toyed again, mimicking the rhythm of their bodies. She lifted her knees to her chest, letting him reach even deeper insider her. Wyatt groaned into her mouth. Leaving one hand to brace himself over her, his other hand found her leg, lifting it higher yet, letting his cheek caress the impossibly smooth skin.
Their pace sped up. Wyatt thrust deeper and harder into her and she responded with equal enthusiasm, finally hooking both legs over his shoulders. He buried his face in her neck, nearly overwhelmed by the feeling of her so completely surrounding him. His hand left her leg to find her clit, stroking her, coaxing her, until he felt her orgasm slam into her once more. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as her whole body trembled with renewed pleasure, delighted sounds of ecstasy whispered straight into his ear.
The feel of her, the sound of her, the smell and taste and overwhelming pleasure of her pushed Wyatt over the edge. With one final powerful thrust he exploded into her. His whole body shook as his mouth crashed into hers, grasping on to her in every way her could. They stayed locked together, riding out their waves of ecstasy, whispering words of love against each others' lips. Gradually, the blissful tremors subsided, legs untangled from each other, and Wyatt slid from inside of her.
Rolling on to his back beside her, he pulled Lucy's tiny figure with him and she pressed her body against his. Their lips met again, this time for slow, languid kisses while hands glided over flushed and sweaty skin.
"That was amazing" he said, his voice even lower and huskier than normal. "You are amazing".
"We are amazing," came her soft reply, her smile evident in her voice.
"Yes we are" he grinned back, gently holding her chin and pulling her in for a soft, sweet kiss. When their lips parted, he pressed his forehead to hers, savouring the feelings of love and contentment between them.
Placing one last kiss on the tip of his nose, Lucy cuddled up into his chest. He pulled the dislodged blankets up over them and wrapped his arms around her, already halfway to sleep. Before he nodded off, he whispered to the darkness.
"I love you."
He felt her smile against his skin and her hand found his.
"I love you more," she whispered back.
Entwined and smiling, they feel asleep together.
-fin-