Author's Notes: Hello wonderful readers! I'm so sorry that it's been so long since an update. A big family thing happened and I was away for a while. GOOD family thing, don't worry! I hope you'll be willing to jump back into the fray, because the final three chapters after this one are ready and raring to go!

"Why don't we head back to the hotel, lay low until it's time for the raid?" Flynn suggested, having secured their ride and come back to finish the meal with them. Now free of food, Lucy and Wyatt's hands were starting to wander.

"Fantastic plan," Rufus nodded, quickly standing up. "Let's get to it!"

The pair ushered the couple out as subtly as they could, ignoring the curious and strange looks they'd been getting from fellow diners through the meal.

"It goes without saying that room assignments are the same," Rufus declared as they shuffled along the sidewalk, grateful the hotel was close by. Protestations erupted from the soldier and historian but Flynn gave a hearty "Correct" and glared at them with just enough of a psychotic glint to his eye that they temporarily stopped arguing.

The boys fully expected Lucy and Wyatt to ask yet again for a joint room when they arrived but shockingly, they didn't. As soon as they were inside Wyatt physically shoved Rufus into a room then gestured Lucy to follow him. Words like Mission, history and fate of the world swam through his head as she pouted at him. He wilted. Took a step forward. Then growled and stepped back.

"Get her away from me. Now."

Rufus grabbed her and pulled her in after him. Flynn clapped his arm around Wyatt's shoulder and steered him to the next room.

This time, Wyatt was like a caged animal, stalking about the small space, his prey the unfortunate loose items of the room. Pillows were crushed. Books were paged through then flung. The phone was randomly picked up, then slammed.

"Wyatt…?"

"Don't," he snapped. "Just… don' t."

Flynn would have loved to push the man further but in his state Flynn feared Wyatt might start a fight they would actually have to finish.

With a wallop of déjà vu he heard Wyatt mutter "I'm going for ice." And the soldier marched right out the door.

Lucy was like a wildcat, prowling around with possibly deadly intent. Rufus feared for the life of her pillow, which she was fluffing like she wanted to strangle it. After she was done she made no attempt to lie down on it. Instead she started towards the bathroom.

"Lucy," he jumped between her and the door. "Before you go hide yourself away all night… do you want to, y'know, talk about it?"

"What's there to talk about?"

Rufus groaned. "Are you kidding me? You're still trying to ignore what's been going on? After you and Wyatt nearly got arrested for public snogging?"

"It… happened. Okay? No big deal."

He repeated the words faintly. "No big deal... No big deal!? For cryin' out loud Lucy!"

"What do you want me to say here, Rufus? He straight up said get her away from me. I guess he had his fun this afternoon and now it's done with. He's made his feelings clear."

"Oh my god. Did you not hear what I said last night? He's just waiting for you! He's trying to be his usual noble ass self. Probably just waiting for the mission to be over."

"Well there you go. Nothing I can do to change his mind then. You know how infuriatingly stubborn he is."

"Girl please. You could change his mind in a second if you wanted to."

"How?"

"Jump his bones!" Rufus cried. "Seriously! Your guys' stress is so thick a chainsaw couldn't cut through it. Please, for the sake of all of us, just… get to it! I honestly don't know if we can accomplish our mission without it."

"Rufus-"

"We've got hours yet. You've got time."

"I can't believe you're encouraging this."

"I can't believe you're denying it so hard."

"I can't believe I'm still here listening to this."

With a huff she stormed out of the room.

Lucy was so preoccupied with Rufus' words that she didn't see the person in front of her until it was too late. She barreled right into a solid form, both of them crying out in surprise. Next thing she knew she was flat on her back on the rough carpet, pieces of ice scattered across her and the floor alike. The freezing water on her exposed skin caused an eruption of goosebumps, cold shockwaves lighting up her nerves, but not in a bad way. She gasped at the sensation. It felt far, far too good on her burning flesh.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry… Lucy?"

She blinked, the harsh lighting of the hallway obscuring the man's face for a moment before she realized who it was.

"Wyatt?"

"What are you-" they spoke in unison.

Wyatt held up a bucket. "Ice."

"Oh," she gaped. "Um… me too…"

He laughed awkwardly. "Great minds…again"

"Yeah…"

He suddenly realized she was still prostrate on the floor.

"Oh, God, I'm sorry Lucy, here, let me help…"

He reached down to help her up, but his foot caught on a piece of ice and next thing he knew was falling.

Right on top of her.

She let out a loud grunt and he scrambled up onto his hands as soon as he could, his arms framing her shoulders.

"Sorry! Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

She pursed her lips tight and shook her head.

"Are you sure? You look like you're in pain." He scanned her body, looking for any indication of injury, bruising, anything. All he found was smooth unblemished skin and a heaving chest. Which he was so not staring at.

"No pain," Lucy assured. "Just…"

Without thinking he brushed a piece of hair off her face and tucked it behind her ear.

"Just?"

She stared up at him, mouth open, but no words came out. Her eyes were luminous, pupils blown and…

Oh.

The realization hit him like a punch to the gut.

He looked down her body again. His arms were beside her head but he was still half lying on top of her, their lower halves pressed solidly together. He shifted, trying to ease off her and she expelled a shuddering breath. He couldn't get up without her seeing his now very obvious reaction to their current predicament. She was going to feel it in a second if he didn't get up.

But he didn't want to get up.

"Wyatt," she breathed.

He looked into her eyes one final time, and then, finally, threw caution to the wind.

He kissed her.

She moaned.

He fell to his elbows, one hand diving into her lush hair. She moaned again. He shifted his hips again, this time with purpose. Her hand flew to his ass, pushed him into her and…

"Oh my god!"

Wyatt froze, mouth still on Lucy's.

"Oh my god!" the woman cried again.

Wyatt flew off Lucy like he'd been burned, upright and standing in a second, sweeping a hand through his hair and apologizing to the same, scandalized 60-something woman, robe and curlers and all.

"Sorry!" he spoke in a fervent but hushed tone, trying to calm her down before she woke anyone up. "So sorry miss, but you see, she fell, and…"

"Again? Right onto her mouth this time?"

"Umm…"

"You're menaces. Both of you! This whole hotel isn't your private love nest you know. There are other people too! My god! The nerve! The sheer recklessness of… just… go! Leave! Go enact your depravity in private. And watch where you're walking for God's sake!"

"Yes, yes, we'll do just that!" he stuck out a hand, blindly searching around until Lucy's found it, pulling her up without even looking at her.

"Disgusting," the woman muttered, turning around and stomping away. "People these days, just no respect, no consideration, no… "

They watched her muttering until she was out of sight down a corner. Wyatt turned around, eyes wide and imploring. Lucy stared back at him without a clue what to say.

Talk about getting busted. On the floor. In the middle of a motel hallway. In the 60's. For the second time. They should have been ashamed. Horrified. Awkward. Worried about having the police called on them, getting arrested for public indecency, ruining the mission.

But they weren't.

In fact, they were feeling quite the opposite. Without warning Lucy suddenly giggled. Wyatt's face let up. She giggled again a little louder. He chuckled. Before either of them knew what was happening they were doubled over, laughing until tears ran down their cheeks.

"Come on!" Wyatt grabbed her hand and started pulling her down the hallway.

"Where are we going?" she happily skipped alongside him.

"Lost my ice."

"Oh no! Can't have that!"

"Nope."

A minute later he was pulling her into the little room that housed the ice machine, closing the door behind them before crowding her into the far corner, dropping the bucket in his hands to the floor so he could wrap them around her waist.

"Ice machine's back there," she giggled, pointing to the device against the opposite wall.

"But you're over here," he smirked.

"So?"

"So I like it here better." He smirked again and dove towards her waiting mouth.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and tucked her hands into his hair pulling him as close as humanly possible, her mouth open and inviting, tongue tangling with his as if her life depended on it. His hands swept up and down her sides, moving lower to slide around to her ass, squeezing. She whimpered into his kiss, rocking into him and making him groan. A hand slid to her thigh, caressing the smooth skin before gripping it and lifting it up. She took his cue and wrapped it around his waist, rocking into him again. He choked, breaking their kiss.

"God, Lucy…"

"Wyatt." The plea in her voice was clear. His hand slipped under the hem of her dress, another light, florally thing that made her look to fresh and feminine and young and hot and... She tightened her grip on his hair.

And the ice machine made a terrible, shrieking noise, a cascade of icy chunks falling gracelessly into it's closed bin.

Wyatt grimaced and glanced back at it. At the door that was closed but unlocked. At the wall behind Lucy's head, faded and slightly stained with an unknown substance. He grit his teeth and pulled back from her.

"Hey!" she reached out to him.

"Lucy!" his voice was rough, sharper than he intended. She flinched and pulled back.

"I'm sorry," he softened his face. "But… I can't."

Her face fell, eyes fluttering rapidly.

"I mean we can't," he backpedaled. "I mean, I want… well, I mean, trust me, I want to… you know… but not here. Not now."

"Why not?" she whined.

"Because!"

"I don't care. I'm still willing."

"Lucy!"

"Come on, live a little," it was her turn to smirk, her eyes hooded as she rolled her hips forward against him.

"You are not making this easy, you know!"

"Poor you," she pouted.

Oh God. The woman was irresistible enough on a normal day, but when she was actually trying? Shit. He was hopeless. So, completely, entirely, utterly under her spell.

"You can't go back to your room like this," she purred, boldly reaching out and cupping him below the belt.

"Holy crap!" he jumped backwards. "Don't do that!"

"I'm right though aren't I?"

"I can take care of it!"

"But you don't have to."

"It won't be the first time."

She raised a delicate brow at that. "Oh really?"

"Please, Lucy, like you don't know that."

She shrugged a shoulder and kept smirking.

"You are acting really weird today," he noted.

"So are you."

"You think something's wrong with us?"

"Right now I don't really care."

"Shouldn't we though?"

"I guess. I'm more concerned with the facts."

"The facts being?"

"I'm horny as hell and I want you to do something about it."

Wyatt dragged his hands down his face in total disbelief of the situation. This might just be the weirdest mission they'd ever had.

He balled his fists tightly and tried to look stern. "Lucy, I am not making love to you in a dingy motel ice closet."

Her eyes went wide and he noticed a hitch in her breath at his wording.

Make love.

He stalked towards her, backing her up until she hit the wall again. "When we… it will be on a bed. With a door that locks. In 2018. Do you understand?"

She nodded, eyes wide.

"But for tonight," he continued, his voice deep and low. "I suppose a gentleman can't leave a lady hanging…"

He quickly knelt, grabbing something out of the ice bucket Lucy hadn't realized was still at their feet. He stood and pressed his body against her, raising a hand to her neck.

"Oh fuck," she swore as he ran an ice cube down the side of her neck. Her knees buckled but he caught her, leaning in to lick the trail of melting water that was slowly dripping down her skin.

"Wyatt," she gasped. He grinned against her then bit down.

"So help me God, Logan, if we're not having sex tonight you better stop that right now and just…"

His hand slipped up her dress.

She stopped talking.

Both Flynn and Rufus tensed as they heard their respective doors opening. Would they fly in in a rage? Would they be depressed? Would they continue to pace holes in the floor?

Nope. None of that. Lucy and Wyatt each calmly went to the bathroom for a few minutes, came back into the room, laid down on their beds and promptly fell asleep.

Well then…

A few hours later when they woke up, however, things were back to status quo.

Lucy's name was the first thing from Wyatt's lips as he woke.

"Not here, remember?" Flynn said wryly. "You demanded Rufus sequester her away from you?"

"But I want her," Wyatt frowned. Flynn realized his eyes were all glassy. Oh great.

Right next door Rufus was having a similar experience.

"But why isn't Wyatt here, with me?" Lucy whined. "He should be with me. Always."

"Oh boy… you know what, can you just stay put for a sec? I'll be right back, I swear."

"With Wyatt?"

"Sure, yeah, with Wyatt."

"Have you ever noticed how blue his eyes are?"

The pilot tried not to gag on his way out of the door.

A quick knock and seconds later he and Flynn were have a hushed conversation in the hallway.

"Is she as bad as Wyatt?"

"I think the question is is he as bad as Lucy."

"The things we do to save history," muttered the taller man darkly.

"Give me murder castles over this any day."

"I'm taking over," Flynn announced. "There's no way Lucy's capable of it right now. You keep them in check as best you can."

Rufus gave a mock salute. "Ay Captain. And may the lord help us all."

"Get Lucy and bring her in to go over the plan."

Wyatt let out a deep sigh of relief when he saw her appear in the doorway. She squealed his name and went running for him, jumping into his lap where he sat on his bed.

"Woaaaah now, none of that," Flynn barked, prying her off of him before they could get horizontal.

Vociferous complaints followed their separation.

"Just wait a few more hours!" Rufus pleaded. "Come on guys. The mission! Saving history!"

Lucy relented at the word history, like it was a trigger word, her whole being programmed to preserve her beloved history at all cost. Wyatt relented because she did.

"Alright people. Easy plan. We stay a safe distance away and watch to make sure the raid gets rowdy. Then we get the hell out of dodge."

Rufus nodded. Wyatt, who'd been rapidly tapping his knee up and down the whole time as he tried to keep himself in check, clapped his hands together loudly.

"Excellent. Let's watch some history."

Lucy beamed at his statement, reaching out as if to grab his hand before faltering and whipping it back to her side. She pursed her lips and set off stiffly towards the exit.

All their thoughts were the same.

This cannot be over quick enough

To Be Continued…

Phew... Who else could use some ice? Also please give poor curler lady a drink.