Author's Note: Okay, so… big surprise to NO ONE, this chapter is rated M. Woopsies. Hope you guys don't mind! ;)
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An hour later they were on the couch, empty containers of Thai food scattered across the coffee table.
"God that was good," Wyatt groaned, sinking further into the couch. "I love burgers and all, but historical American food really sucks."
"I'm definitely ready to eat my way across the world," Lucy agreed. "The present-day world."
"How about we try a different type of food each week? Work our way through every place that'll deliver?"
She nodded eagerly and leaned in to kiss him. "Sounds great."
They could make plans like that now. Standing events that they knew wouldn't be interrupted by a phone call that could send them to their death or return them to a world entirely changed. For a moment Lucy was almost overwhelmed with the possibilities of all they could do, now.
Then Wyatt kissed her again put an arm around her shoulder. She scooted further into his side and nestled into him.
"So tell me again about how you work on cars?"
She laughed into him, laying a kiss to his chest. "I knew that would start something."
"Duh."
She laid an arm across his stomach, cuddling further in. "It was with my dad. He never believed in bullshit like 'Cars are for boys, girls should play with dolls'. He always encouraged Amy and me to say what we were interested in, no matter what, and he would try to help us learn about it. I was so fascinated the first time I saw him open the hood of his car, I immediately demanded to help."
Wyatt chuckled below her, imagining a tiny Lucy, pigtails bouncing, bossily declaring she was going to help.
"My dad was great with me. Patient. I tripped over stuff a lot and wrenches would often go flying, but we'd always get the job done, and he'd be so proud of me."
"Sounds like a great guy."
She looked up at him, his clear blue eyes slightly drawn.
"He was," she said, squeezing his side. "I wish you could have known a father like him. You would have loved him. And he would have loved you."
Wyatt was quiet when he replied. "You really think so?"
"Absolutely. You two would have been quite the pair." She reached up to stroke the bangs from his forehead. "You didn't deserve your dad."
"And you didn't deserve what happened with your mom."
Lucy sighed and laid her head on his shoulder. "Yeah. You know, I miss my dad still, all the time, but now I'm so glad he wasn't around to see what my mother really was."
"Neither of us have really great family histories…" he trailed off.
"Which is why we, together, have to start a great one," she said firmly. "There's no way either of us could become what our parents were. I am absolutely certain of that. I'd never let you, and you'd never let me."
"Sounds like a deal."
"And besides," she suddenly smirked. "let's not get ahead of ourselves. In order to screw up a family, you have to make one first. And we haven't done that yet."
Wyatt sat up straight, raising her to eye level. "No, we haven't," he smirked back. "But I think we'll be ready soon enough."
"Hmm," she brought her hands to sift through his hair, kissing him long and slow. "I think we need a little more practice first."
"Practice does make perfect." He kissed her again and helped her maneuver to straddle his lap, hands slipping to her backside.
She hummed her agreement as she gathered his face in her hands, opening her mouth wide to kiss him harder, deeper. His hands tightened around her ass then slid under the hem of her sweater. She lifted her hands for a moment to let him tug the sweater off, returning them to his face the moment they were free. He began to explore the expanse of newly revealed skin, calloused fingers against soft, pale skin. She sank deeper into his lap, tilting her hips purposely against his. He groaned - as was her goal - and she smiled against his lips. Seconds later his shirt joined hers on the floor. She giggled as his hands went straight for her jeans.
"Eager much?"
"Hey," he defended, slipping his hands under her waistband and beginning to work it down. "You're in my apartment, Lucy. Like, for good. I have to give you a proper welcome."
She laughed as he waggled his eyebrows and squeezed her ass. "Well if you insist."
"Oh, I do."
The soldier continued to try wrangling her pants off, but she wasn't helping him any, arms wrapped insistently around his neck. He grumbled against her mouth, but she just continued to giggle, hips wriggling against his.
"Lucyyy," he groaned, releasing her pants and letting his hands fall with exasperation.
"Wyaaatt," she replied. "Something you wanna- ah!" Her question was cut off as her knee slipped against the couch cushion and she suddenly went tumbling backwards out of his lap.
"Lucy!" Wyatt lunged forward after her, her slim body slipping right through his hands and onto the floor. He dropped to his knees, reaching for her to see if she was okay. As he gathered her up in his arms, though, he realized she was trembling with laughter. It was infectious and he couldn't help but join in, hugging her to him as their bodies shook.
"Sorry," she finally sheepishly apologized. "You might have to get used to that, too..."
"You fall off couches often?"
"Not often, per se... but, you know. It happens. Couches. Chairs. Beds."
"I'm rather invested in keeping you on beds, actually." He said as he slyly finished ridding her of her pants.
She grinned and nipped at his bottom lip. "Well I don't seem to be on a bed yet."
"Let's fix that then, shall we?"
He fitted his hands under her backside and with surprising grace, stood them both up. Lucy, in his arms, let out a yelp, instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist. The yelp morphed into a giddy laugh as she circled her arms around his neck again and he started marching them towards the newly made bed. Figuring she might as well entertain herself on the way, she kissed his jaw, then worked her way down his neck. She could feel little shivers running through him and it emboldened her. When she reached his bare shoulder she bit into it lightly with her teeth. Wyatt stopped mid step, head dipping toward her with a groan as he leaned into her. Their bodies listed as one and her back hit a wall.
"Lucy," he warned.
She giggled and bit him again, soothing the sting with a long lick of her tongue. He growled and wrapped a hand around the back of her neck, angling her head toward him and diving forward for a fierce kiss. She met him beat for beat, clutching at his head as his hands slipped back to her hips and held her steady against the wall. Neither wanted to let up first. And with no where to be, no one to meet, and no work to get to, why would they stop? Lucy couldn't resist raking her fingers through Wyatt's hair, scraping at his scalp. His grip on her tightened and his hips thrust involuntarily against her. She gasped, the heat coursing through her veins flaring hotter. He pressed against her, keeping her tight against the wall so one hand could leave her hip and run up her stomach to knead at a breast. She moaned into his mouth and undulated her hips against his. He thrust again, on purpose this time.
"Wait," she gasped against his mouth. "Bed."
He groaned and thrust again. "Who cares. Too far."
"But... our first time here should be..."
He dipped his hand into the cup of her bra and rolled her nipple between his fingers.
"Okay, fine."
He laughed at her easy acceptance. She nipped at his bottom lip and slid her hands from his hair to his shoulders, running down his bare back until she hit the waistband of his jeans. Making short work of the zipper she immediately got under his boxers and took him in hand. Yeah, they definitely weren't making it to the bed. Wyatt's jeans and boxers were pooled around his feet in seconds. He reached for her underwear but she made a little growl, refusing to drop her legs from his waist. He didn't even try to argue, simply pulling the lace aside instead and pushing up into her. Her head fell back against the wall with a thud that he might have been concerned about if he wasn't too lost in the glorious sensation of being surrounded by her. The way her tight heat was purposely constricting around him, he knew she was fine.
"Come on, soldier," she murmured into his ear, clenching again. "Get moving."
"Sorry," he pulled out a bit and pushed back in. "You just feel so good."
She cried out on his next thrust. "Fuck," she swore. "You too."
He moved his upper body back so he could look at her. Her eyes were so dark with lust they were almost black, hair tousled by his hands, cheeks blushing pink as she started to pant, Wyatt thought she was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. And she was his. For good. She'd just moved into his apartment, to live with him and be with him and make a future with him.
He cursed under his breath, head falling until his forehead hit the wall beside hers, overwhelmed with it all. She chuckled faintly, tilting her head sideways to press her cheek to his.
'I know," she murmured. "I feel it too."
He thrust again, harder than before.
"Oh god," she choked. "Feel that too."
"Okay?"
"Fuck, yes. More."
They worked together to establish a rhythm that worked, since dealing with the force of gravity was a new challenge for them. One they were both very willing to explore. Detailed discovery would have to wait for another day, though. They were both too keyed up to be able to make anything last. Within moments they were peaking together, Wyatt's shout muffled into Lucy's neck while her cry rang loud and free.
With shaking legs, Wyatt lowered them to the ground, their limbs tangling as they sat in a sweaty, half-dressed heap. Wyatt kicked the boxers and jeans from around his feet, leaving him fully naked.
"You know what I love?" Wyatt panted, running a hand through his hair to get some stray bangs out of his face.
"Me?"
A smile burst over his face as he looked at her, grinning cheekily at him.
"Besides you."
"What?"
He reached around her back and unclasped her bra, pulling it off her arms a second later. Her gathered her towards him, her back against his chest, essentially sitting in his lap as he wrapped his arms around her and palmed both breasts.
Kissing up her neck, he whispered huskily into her ear. "No roommates."
She arched against him, pushing further into his hands and laying her head on his shoulder to further open her neck to him.
"We can do anything we want now," he continued. "Anywhere. Anytime. Like right here in the hallway, out in the open, the middle of the damn apartment."
She groaned, eyes falling shut as his hands grew bolder. She relished in his touch until one hand started questing down her stomach. She covered it with her own, stopping him.
"You know what I love?" she countered, turning around in his embrace to look at him. He raised an eyebrow in question.
"We don't have to put a chair against the bathroom door."
His eyes widened and she grinned, grabbing his hands and letting him pull them both upright. When they got to the shower, not only didn't they have to put a chair against the door… they didn't even bother to close the door at all.
To Be Continued…
So... Up the whole story to M, or no?