Summary: ""Wyatt and Lucy, sitting in a car trunk, k-i-s-s-i-n-g…" Rufus smirks at the pair, clearly enjoying tormenting the lovebirds stood before him." Post 2x02, The Darlington 500.
For Brooklyn, I know you want this deleted scene as much as I do!
For Anya, I'm sorry for keeping you awake!
Looks like I've taken to bribing my friends (just Anya so far, but I'm coming for the rest of you goats!) with fics…
It's several hours after returning to the present day, when Wyatt finally decides to seek Lucy out. With the size of the bunker, you'd think he'd have an easier job of finding her, but it seems she doesn't want to be found. He'd ruled out the common area, the bedrooms, and the bathroom straight away. Maybe it's a sign. He's just returning to the common area, ready to give up his search when a voice reaches his ears. A voice belonging to the one person he's spent the past half hour searching this hell hole for.
"There's one place you haven't checked yet." His head snaps up at her words, his eyes searching the room, They land on the lifeboat. Surely not.
"Lucy?" He approaches the giant metal eyeball. The stairs are rolled up to the door, but thats not unusual - they're only ever moved away after missions, if Rufus and Jiya need the room to work on the machine. Despite still being unsure if he's right in thinking she's in here, he makes his way up the stairs anyway. It can't hurt to check. He finds her sat in her chair, still dressed in her 1955 costume. "What the hell are you doing in here?"
Her eyes are closed and her feet are propped up on the chair in front of her - his chair. He steps into the lifeboat. "Sit down, you're making the place look untidy." She cracks an eye open and sends him a smile he wishes he could see on her face every day. He obliges, picking her feet up and placing them on his lap.
"So, Professor… What are we doing in this tin can after hours?" He keeps one hand wrapped around her ankles, while the other works on removing her shoes.
"Thinking." Her toes wiggle in his lap. He smirks at her, grabbing her toes to keep them still. He tugs on them slightly, making her think he's going to pull her straight off her chair. She knows he won't, but that doesn't stop her from tightly gripping the edge of the chair to keep herself in place. His smirk turns into a grin she's never seen from him before. It's wide, stretching from ear to ear. He looks happy. Happy looks on good on you.
"About?" He raises his eyebrows at her, hoping to get more than a one word answer from her. She just shrugs this time. "Am I going to get more than shoulder movements and one word answers out of you tonight?"
Again, she shrugs at him, the wide smile creeping onto her face, rivalling his. This happy, playful side of her is something he hasn't seen in a while. He's missed this side of her. Before she knows whats happening, he moves her feet to the ground. She looks at him, slighted. Her mouth opens, ready to ask him what's wrong, but before words can escape, he's taking her hand and pulling her out the door of the lifeboat. Stood at the top of the steps, he scoops her up bridal style into arms. "Wyatt… What are you doing?"
He sends her a look she can't quite decipher, as he makes his way down the steps and continues through the bunker until he reaches the room he shares with Rufus. I hope Rufus still is elsewhere…
She's not quite sure how he does it, but he manages to get the door opened and them both inside without dropping her. It's when they're stood just inside the doorway and Rufus clears his throat, that he does drop her to the ground.
"Wyatt and Lucy, sitting in a car trunk, k-i-s-s-i-n-g…" Rufus smirks at the pair, clearly enjoying tormenting the lovebirds stood before him.
Lucy turns and buries herself into Wyatt's chest, smothering a giggle at Rufus' words. The first and last time she'd heard that little rhyme directed at her was on the play ground one lunch time in 2nd grade. After the embarrassment she felt that first time, she was careful enough to not put herself in a situation in which it could happen again. Not careful enough it seems.
"What are we, 12?" Wyatt sends him a withering glance that soon shuts him up.
"Yeah… I'm just going to go back to Jiya." Rufus squeezes past the both of them, muttering something about condoms to Wyatt as he goes. If looks could kill, the glare Wyatt turns and sends to Rufus would have done just that.
When he's sure his roommate is gone and out of earshot, Wyatt turns to the giggling woman in his arms. "I'm sorry, he was in your room with Jiya a few minutes ago. I thought we'd be safe in here."
Lucy pulls her face away from him and looks up into his eyes. "It's okay. At least he interrupted us before and not during-"
"I swear if it happens one more time…" Wyatt growls at her, only causing her to descend into another fit of giggles. Wyatt smiles lovingly down at her. "I've never seen you this happy."
"It's all your fault." She sobers up and mockingly glares at him.
"Oh, is that so? How ever will I make it up to you?" He lowers his head, his lips barely brushing hers. "Lucy… Tell me to stop."
Lucy's eyes flutter closed and she takes a stuttering breath. "Why would I do that?"
Wyatt sighs and pulls away slightly, bringing his forehead down to meet hers. "We should talk."
The last thing Lucy wants to do right now is talk, no matter how much she agrees with him. Three times now, they've been on the verge of crossing the line. And three times one of their friends has interrupted them. If Lucy didn't know any better, she'd say they were doing it on purpose. But now they're alone. They have the chance to cross the line with no interruptions. All she wants to do is grab that chance and never let it go. She opens her mouth to tell him as much, but the words that come out aren't exactly the ones she expected. "Yeah, you're right. We should."
Reluctantly, the two part. For a second they stand awkwardly, just staring at each other. Should they stay standing? Sit down on the same bed? Or on a bed each, like they did before? Wyatt makes the decision for them, when he takes her hand and guides her over to what she assumes is his bed. He toes off his boots, before he sits them down on the edge and pulls her down to lay in front of him. They make quite the sight, with him dressed in blue jeans and a grey t-shirt, and her still dressed in the black cardigan and blue skirt combo from their trip to 1955. They lay with her back to his front, his arms tucked securely around her waist.
Despite both agreeing that they should talk, neither of them say a word for several minutes. Both content to lay there in the silence, basking in the other's presence. Wyatt briefly brings an arm up from around her waist, so he can brush her hair away from the back of her neck. With the skin there now exposed, he brings his lips down and begins to pepper small, delicate kisses up and down the column of her throat. She turns her head as much as their position will allow, to grant him more access.
Her breathing is slow and deep, his kisses stirring things inside her. Things she hasn't felt in a long time. "Wyatt… Wyatt, stop."
He stops abruptly and buries his face in her hair. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." His words are quiet and muffled, but she just about catches "sorry" and "shouldn't have".
"No, Wyatt. Never apologise for that." She turns in his arms, bringing a hand up to run along his jaw. "But if you start that, I won't stop you… and you're right. We should talk before anything happens."
The laugh he lets out is short and quick. It's not even a laugh really, more of a quick exhale of breath. "I'm not even sure where to start to be honest."
"I find the beginning is usually the best place." She giggles again. It's something she hasn't had a chance - or a reason - to do lately, but there's just… something about him, and about being with him that makes her infinitely happy. It's an involuntary response when she's in his presence.
His smile widens and he pulls her closer slightly when he hears her giggling again. "I love that sound, and that look on your face. I wish it could stay there forever."
She snuggles into him and drops a kiss to the fabric of his t-shirt that rests above his heart. "You only have yourself to thank. It's because I'm happy. You make me happy."
"I'll be sure to thank myself then." He drops a small kiss to the crown of her head. "You make me happy too."
"I know we don't exactly have the most traditional of jobs, so the usual rules don't apply to us but…" She sighs and shakes her head. "No, forget it."
Wyatt begins to run his hands up and down her back in comfort. "Come on, tell me what's wrong."
She stays silent for several moments. Does this even matter? We're chasing an evil cult through time. The rules don't apply to us. "Should we even be doing this? I mean won't our… feelings…? I don't know, but won't they get in the way while we're on a mission."
"No more than they already have." Wyatt sighs, and tightens his hold on her. "Luce… We're not ready for either of us to say those words, but just know - at least on my part - they couldn't be more true. I want to be with you. I want to take down Rittenhouse with you, and then… I don't know what next. I just know that I want to grow old with you."
She pulls back from him slightly, and beams up at him. Her smile blinding him. Wyatt returns her smile. He can't remember the last time he felt this happy. Neither are sure who moves first, but at the end of the day it doesn't really matter. They're a tangle of limbs and lips, of clashing teeth, and roaming hands. A moan escapes one of them, but if you were to ask them later who it came from, neither could give you a definitive answer. It's not long before the pair are lacking air and need to draw away from each other. They do so reluctantly, resting their foreheads together and breathing deeply.
Her words are quiet, but Wyatt hears every syllable. He's pretty sure that the grin they bring back to his face, is going to be there permanently. "I want all that too."
