Summary: "Lucy doesn't flinch when he throws the hat onto his bed, nor when he tugs the sweater over his head and throws that over a chair in the corner of the room. It's when he begins unbuttoning his shirt that she gasps and turns her back to him. He chuckles lightly at her actions. "You're allowed to look, Luce." He drops the shirt over the sweater and turns to her with a glint in his eyes. "Hell, you can touch me if you really want to."" 2x03, post mission.

For Anya; I promised her I'd write her a fic if she shared a video with the gc. She did, so here's your fic, goat!


Rufus is up and out of his seat aboard the lifeboat before the door has fully opened, too excited to tell Jiya about what happened between the soldier and the historian during their trip to 1941. Lucy turns with panicked eyes to Wyatt, knowing that the change in their relationship is about to become the new subject of the bunker gossip. Wyatt merely shrugs at her. If Rufus tells everyone, then he tells everyone. It's not exactly a secret that there's…. something between the two of them.

Lucy unbuckles her seat belt and follows Rufus out of the lifeboat, Wyatt close behind them. As she predicted, Rufus heads straight for Jiya. Lucy stops at the foot of the steps, and watches the two. She watches as Rufus pulls her in for a brief kiss in greeting. She watches as Rufus tells her every detail of what occurred between herself and Wyatt. She watches as Jiya turns with wide excited eyes to the pair of them. Lucy shrinks back under the young techie's watchful gaze.

Wyatt comes to a stop directly behind Lucy. He reaches a hand out to rest on the small of her back, drawing her attention from their meddlesome friends. She turns and catches his eye, sending him a small, shy smile. He leans down and presses his lips to her ear. "Can we talk?"

That's the last thing she expected him to say to her as soon as they stepped off the lifeboat. Is this a 'I really like you and want to see where this goes' kind of talk? Or a 'Hollywood was a mistake we need to forget about it' kind of talk? She nods her head at him slightly. He can feel her worry radiate off her in waves, and hopes that the smile he sends her is reassuring. It's anything but.

With his hand still on the small of her back, he guides her towards the room he shares with Rufus, hoping that his roommate and his girlfriend will allow the two some privacy. I won't hold my breath.


"So, uh… what did you want to talk about?" Lucy asks hesitantly as she enters the room. Wyatt follows her in, closing the door behind him.

To say Lucy is irritated when he all but ignores her question, would be an understatement. He begins undressing, pulling the stolen clothes off and tossing them about the room - no where near as careful with these items of clothing as he used to be with the costumes back at Mason Industries. Lucy doesn't flinch when he throws the hat onto his bed, nor when he tugs the sweater over his head and throws that over a chair in the corner of the room. It's when he begins unbuttoning his shirt that she gasps and turns her back to him.

He chuckles lightly at her actions. "You're allowed to look, Luce." He drops the shirt over the sweater and turns to her with a glint in his eyes. "Hell, you can touch me if you really want to."

She slowly turns back to face him, and raises her foot, placing the heel of her shoe on the ground in front of her. She wants to lower the ball of her foot and take that step forward, to touch him, to… be with him. He raises his eyebrow, challenging her, daring her to do as he's just suggested. When she doesn't lower her foot to the ground, he steps forward himself, crowding into her space.

"Wyatt…" Her voice is small and unsure. She reaches her right hand out and hesitantly places it on his chest, still unsure if she wants to push him away or run her hand up to his neck and pull him closer.

A part of her wants him to make the decision for her, wants him to reach out and pull her into him. But she knows he won't. He'd never force her to do something she doesn't want to do. They stand there just starring at each other, taking the other in. Lucy half expects things to become awkward between the two. It doesn't.

He's closer than she remembers him being. It seems her hand has made the decision for her and made it's way from his chest to the back of his neck. He reaches out to her, placing his hands on her waist and pulling her into him. Their eyes close, their lips brush, their breaths mingle. "Luce…"

Neither one of them are sure who makes the first move, who bridges the gap between them. At the end of the day it doesn't really matter who, just that they did. A part of Lucy expected this to begin and end in 1941 - what happens on a mission, stays on a mission… or whatever the saying is. A part of her wanted the later, because at least on a mission they only have Rufus to worry about. A bunker overflowing with people doesn't exactly allow them very much, if any, privacy.

A whimper from the back of Lucy's throat causes Wyatt to tighten his hold on her, to pull her closer. She didn't think it was possible to get any closer to him. The fingers of her left hand tighten around his bicep in an attempt to hold herself up. Never before has a man's lips on her own, caused her to go weak in the knees. Then again, this man has made her feel a million things she's never felt before.

Never in a million years did Lucy expect to be here. She always thought she'd get tenure at Stanford, find a nice professor, and settle down with him. It wasn't in her plans to travel through time and save history. It wasn't in her plans to have to move into an abandoned, underground bunker because a secret cult, led by her mother and great-grandfather, want her dead. It certainly wasn't in her plans to fall head over heels in love with a delta force solider. But those are the cards she's been dealt, and honestly, she wouldn't have it any other way.

Wyatt runs both of his hands down over her hips, squeezing slightly before continuing down to cup her under her bottom. Lucy takes the hint and brings both her hands up to his shoulders. She uses the leverage to jump off the ground and wrap her legs tight around his waist. He moves them from the centre of the room over to his bed. With Lucy still wrapped tightly around him, her lips still fused to his, he drops to sit on the edge of the bed.

Their kisses become short and quick, both desperate for air but neither wanting to part. They've spent too long building up to this moment, been interrupted too many times, to not take advantage of the privacy.

The pair are too wrapped up in each other to notice the creaking of the door. It's the loud voice and the incessant squealing that brings them back from each other. Lucy drops her forehead to his shoulder, her limbs too much like jelly to extract herself from where she's still wrapped completely around Wyatt. His eyes are still shut tight, his head bowed slightly and resting against the side of Lucy's. He takes several deep breaths, before turning his head to the door. He should have known their moment alone wouldn't last. He should have thought to put a chair in front of the door, like they do with the bathroom. Hell, I could do with a shower, I should have just taken us there.

"Yes?" Wyatt glares at Jiya, clearly annoyed at her. The young techie stands in the doorway, a large, giddy smile across her face. "Jiya! What is it?"

"Oh! Uh… Rufus and I were wondering if you guys wanted to play a board game or something?" Jiya's words are slow and distracted, her mind more focused on the moment she seems to have interrupted.

Wyatt sighs and nods his head, yes. Lucy, now buried in the crook of his neck, sighs and shakes her head, no. He chuckles and turns to drop a kiss to the side of her head. "Sounds good, we'll be out there soon."

Jiya backs out of the room, her eyes never straying from the entangled pair on the bed. Lucy picks her head up and glares at Wyatt, clearly not happy that he'd told their friend they'd join them out in the common area. He smirks at her. "Come on, professor, we can pick this up again when the kids have gone to bed."