A/N this is where the Lyatt action starts. If adult isnt your thing its time to stop reading. if you are looking for sexy good times though- this is the chapter for you.
It was around midnight when Wyatt and Lucy pulled up at their home, the cabbie coughing to get their attention as they'd become somewhat pre-occupied with a backseat make-out session. They giggled out an apology and handed him a generous tip before strolling arm and arm up the path.
Wyatt flicked on the lights and quickly checked through the house – a habit he'd formed since leaving the bunker. Despite her protestations that it wasn't necessary Lucy was actually appreciative of the care he took. He always made her feel safe and she loved him for it.
"Are you tired Luce?"
"Nope. I'm not tired at all. Why…" she squinted her cat eyes at him suspiciously a cheeky smile forming "… what did you have in mind?"
"Not that" he laughed lightly. "Well that's not true, I definitely plan on picking up where we left off when I get you upstairs and out of that dress later. But I was actually thinking if you're up for it we could watch Spaceballs together. What do you think?"
That wasn't the proposition she was expecting, especially after the cab ride home which she'd been enjoying immensely. Wyatt definitely suited the part of rugged space renegade and seeing his pure skill at hand to hand combat during the lightsaber bouts (for once without the fear of anyone actually getting hurt) had been a massive turn on. "OK, sure. I'm just going to go upstairs for a minute but I'll be back." She gave him a quick peck. She smiled to herself as she climbed the stairs – she had no issue with watching Spaceballs at some point, but it wouldn't be tonight. Not with the surprise she had in store.
When she returned Wyatt had loaded the film, grabbed a couple of cold beers and made popcorn which was in a bowl on his lap. He was still dressed as Han, though he'd slipped off his boots and his holster and toy gun had been removed and placed on the coffee table. Without looking up he patted the space next to him on the couch, inviting her to join him.
"You might want to keep your blaster handy" she cooed at him from the doorway.
At the mention of a weapon he instinctively reached for the holster, forgetting for a moment it held a toy, but his hand stilled as he turned to face her. "Holy shit" he stammered and swallowed hard -his throat having instantly dried.
Lucy had replaced her side buns with a single long plait, clasped a gold choker round her delicate throat, pulled on a pair of low calfskin boots, and was wearing a gold bikini. The gold bikini. Princess Leia's gold bikini. A tantalising strip of deep red silk dangling down between her long lean, exposed legs. He couldn't move. Could barely breathe. His mouth gaped as he looked at her, his eyes shifting from up and down continuously as he took her in, his mind completely blown. His teenage fantasy – hell probably his greatest fantasy of all time - was about to come true. And it being Lucy, the sexiest woman he'd ever known, made it all the more incredible. After countless heady imaginings, his ultimate Princess was stood just feet away from him, her taunting come hither look piercing his eyes.
She slowly walked towards him and he immediately stood up to reach her sending the popcorn flying. Fuck it, he'd worry about that later. Lucy glanced briefly at the pile of kernals over the floor and dismissed it equally unconcerned, instead returning steely eyes to Wyatt as she pushed him back down onto the couch – apparently she had more important matters to attend to too.
"Jesus Lucy this is… you look… holy sh…" he stuttered as she straddled him unable to form coherent thoughts let alone sentences. He was practically panting and the way he was looking at her was setting her on fire.
"Just for you baby" she whispered against his lips before planting hers on top. She nibbled his bottom lip then pressed her tongue down, his mouth automatically opening to give her entrance. He groaned as she settled her weight against him and finally regaining some of his senses he reached his arms round her back, pulling her closer still. His mind fizzed again as his hand moved down to cup her ass, his fingers sliding under the thin strip of fabric at the back. It was bare. The 'bikini' was merely two strips that hung down front and back and held together with spindly ties that snaked across her hips, there was nothing underneath but her. Hot, wet, her. His hardened cock twitched, painfully pushing against the tight unforgiving denim of his jeans. He winced.
Lucy looked momentarily startled. "My jeans" he groaned. Not wanting her to move but needing to be freed from the vice like confinement they were inflicting on him, a tightness that was increasing by the second. She nodded in understanding and eased backwards, slipping down his body to the ground, popcorn mushing under her knees. Seeing her knelt on the ground before him, just as Leia had in his teenage dreams, set him into overdrive and he growled as his body fought against the crush of his clothes.
She let her hands trail down his chest to his lap, placing open mouthed kisses on his stomach as her fingers worked the buttons of his jeans. She eased them open and down just enough to release him, and he let out a deep sigh. She worked her mouth down lower ghosting over his boxers, her hot breath seeping through the cotton, making him groan again – this time with pure pleasure. She slipped her fingers into the waistband and down, slowly circling them around him. As her other hand pushed down the fabric, she used her grasp to lift his rock hard form out. His breath rasped with desire.
Knowing he was watching her intently, she lifted her eyes to meet his gaze. Slowly and deliberately she licked her lips. Unconsciously he swiped at his own and bit down on his lower lip. He lifted his hand to her head, wanting to push her down, but instead wrapped her plait in his fingers and tugged. She let out a soft gasp, a filthy smirk drawing across her face. The pull on her hair had sent a wave of pleasure through her, making her breath catch in her throat. Her pupils blackened as she tightened her grip on him, daring him to do it again. He took the dare and pulled again. Hard. Her breath hitched as her head jerked back. She squeezed him tighter and dug the nails of her other hand into his thigh. They were fighting for control and she fucking loved it. He growled and pushed her head down. She took him fully in her mouth, gliding down his shaft and rolling her tongue over him as she slowly drew back up, making him flinch as she nipped him lightly with her teeth. She eyed him wickedly before plummeting down again taking him deeper still, scraping her nails into the skin of his hips holding him in place. She sucked hard as her mouth rose up. He let out a deep moan. She could feel his thighs tense and the grip on her hair tighten as she sunk once more. Fuck her mouth felt good. Any other time he'd have gladly held her there, sliding those lips up and down, letting her finish him off and drink him up, but tonight she was his Leia and he planned on making the most of it. He tugged her back. She fought him, pulling back and wrapping her lips around his tip, her tongue roving with the merest scrape of her teeth. He pulled again and she finally conceded, releasing him with a final swipe that sent a tremor coursing through him.
He let go of her hair and taking her softly by the shoulders, guided her back up to her feet, smiling as he brushed away the popcorn that was smooshed on her kneecaps, plucking a particular stubbon piece with his fingers and popping it in his mouth with a wink. Something about that gesture made her burn with heat – it was so casual, so out of place, ridiculous even but it was so hot.
She shimmied his jeans down lower and he swept aside the slip of fabric from her legs so she could straddle him once more. The heat between her legs raged against his groin as she rubbed against him soft whimpers escaping her mouth as the friction burned deliciously against her nerves. He tried to pull her towards him reaching for her with his mouth while his hands tried to lift her onto him, but she put her hands to his chest, blocking him from being able to enter her. With her hips still gently rocking she slid her palms under his vest and slowly pushed it back off his shoulders, before returning her hands to his torso, nestling them in his shirt. She bent her head forward the change in position grinding her harder against him, and began to scroll her tongue on his neck and sternum as she tugged at his top with her fingers. Wyatt suddenly shunted her back and she gasped as he gripped his shirt and ripped it down the centre and tore it off, his muscles heaving across his body. She stopped in her tracks - it was the sexiest thing Lucy had ever seen.
He took advantage of her momentary daze, lifting her by the hips and sliding her onto him. They both moaned as she sank down easily. She held onto his broad shoulders as he dipped her back, the sharp angle intensifying the pressure of him inside her sending waves of electricity through her core. He fondled her chest with his mouth, before easing her tit from one of the cups and greedily suckling it. The combination of his firm tongue on her rock hard nipple, his breathy groans and the deep thrusting within her had her reeling and before long her thighs were quaking thunderously as she came, her wetness pooling against his crotch. He continued the same slow thrusts as he turned his attention to her other breast and she quickly came again.
She let him pull her back towards him, seeking out each other's mouths for desperate clumsy kisses, their hands sprawling all over, clasping, needling and mauling. His calloused fingers slid back over her smooth ass, the thin scrap of fabric brushing against the back of his hand. The reality of her dressed in the outfit hit him once again. While she was straddled across him he couldn't really see her – and he really wanted to fucking see her. Scratch that, he really wanted to see her while he fucked her.
Without breaking apart he effortlessly spun them so that her back was on the couch with him on top. She grinned as his weight bore down on her, wrapping her thighs around him, her boots digging into body. But he wasn't done. He eased her legs back down and withdrew from her, shuffling his jeans off fully. She reached to pull him back towards her but gasped as he flipped her over onto her front, before pulling her by the hips onto all fours and flicking the gauzy fabric to the side she he could see her ass. She gasped again as he softly bit the cheek and hungrily swiped his tongue through her centre before climbing back onto the couch and kneeling behind her. She shivered as he dragged heavy hands down her spine from the nape of her neck to the small of her back. Her eyes fluttered shut with anticipation as he palmed her cheeks and parted her. It felt like an eternity, her breath held as she waited, body trembling hands tightened on the arm rest. She could hear his heavy breathes, feel the heat of him, taste him, smell him, and knew his gaze was burning into her. She willed him to enter her, her core throbbing with desire.
Her body began to shudder almost the instant he pushed into her. Slow deep thrusts setting her body alight, every nerve on fire. Low moans gave way to urgent desperate breaths as her body was rocked with pleasure. Wyatt clutched at her hip to steady himself, the red silk of her outfit now balled in his fist, and reached his other hand round and under her, stroking at her to bring her over the edge. At the feel of his strong fingers she pushed back harder against him and began to cry out. He groaned as her legs began to tremble uncontrollably, her muscles rendered useless and her body completely at his mercy. At the sight of her back arching, her breathy sighs of pleasure and the feel of her quivering against him, Wyatt lost control too and with a final thrust and deep groan he filled her. He collapsed breathless onto her back and wrapped his arms tightly round her, holding her to him.
They remained like that for several minutes, before finally having regained his strength he gently turned her back to face him. He kissed her slowly, deliberately, reverently, and then gathering her in his arms, carried her upstairs.