:) You guys are so nice:) And I promised I'd post again tonight:) I seriously love the reviews! You guys are incredible people. Seriously:)

I will get to writing yet another chapter now. And just FYI, It might get a little steamy in here, but not in a creepy dirty way like a few of the other Lucas/Skye fics I have happened to read... But don't worry, I didn't overdue it. I think... O.o

~NumberSixteen

Skye flopped down on her bed and huffed irritably. She heard her bedroom door crack open. "Skye..?" A voice asked softly.

Skye didn't move, she just shut her eyes at his voice and pressed her lips into a fine line. "Go away Hunter."

She heard him sigh but he pressed on. "Why were you out so late?"

The lie came out smoothly, "I was thinking."

"While OTG?" He asked her.

"No." She mumbled, "Now go."

He left the room, shutting the door again. She didn't bother to change out of her clothes, but kicked off her boots and threw her bag on the floor. She curled up in the covers and drifted off to sleep and dreamt things that she never thought she would.

She was in the clearing. The fire was barely alive and Lucas was no where to be seen. She glanced around herself wildly. His stuff was still sitting by his bed. She wandered over and took a look at the things by his bed. His shirt was still where she'd left it the night she'd removed the bullets and bandaged him up. She recalled the thought momentarily and smiled. He'd looked so at peace while he was unconscience. She shook off the thought quickly and looked around. The daylight was beginning to fade at an intensely quick pace.

'Where did he go?' she wondered. "Lucas?" She spoke.

"Yes?" His voice was behind her. She jumped and whirled around. He was standing at the edge of the clearing. He had a few branches in his hands as he approached.

"Where were you?" She demanded.

"Getting firewood. Where did you think I was?" He stalked over to the fire and tossed it onto the wary flames. They ignited and the fires became small but cozy. He sat down on one of the few logs surrounding the fire and began picking through some of the food she'd brought in her bag. He was having no trouble moving around. She wondered why he was doing so when when it suddenly dawned on her that he wasn't wearing any bandages.

She gasped and her hand went to her mouth, her eyes growing wide. "Your-" She started but the words died in her throat.

"My what?" He asked, not looking up. His attitude was growing more intense with impatience.

"Your bandages..." She rushed over to him to see if he'd re-opened a bullet wound. She moved out of the light from the fire so she could see better.

He looked at her confused, "What are you doing?"

"You can't take the bandages off yet! You'll make the bullet wounds worse!" She said angry as his chest finally came in light.

"What bullet wounds?" He asked as her eyes searched his skin for the wounds. "Skye, what are you talking about?"

Her breath hitched. His skin was bare and smooth without a sign of a bullet hole in sight. She stared wide eyed at him as he suddenly lifted his hand to her forehead, "Are you sick?" He asked, a flash of worry in his eyes but it disappeared as quicky as it came.

"N-No!" She stammered and pushed his hand away with enough force to throw herself backwards. She stumbled to the ground and looked up at him as he rose to his feet and came to her side. He knelt and put his hand against her back gently.

"Are you okay?" He asked softly, his lips close to her ear.

"Get away from me!" She pushed him away and scrambled to her feet. She was shaking from confusion and discomfort. What happened? Last time she saw him he was still wounded and hurt. "What happened to your bullet wounds?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Skye. Is something wrong?" He started to advance on her but she just took shaky steps back.

"I shot you! I shot you twice! And I was healing you!" She shouted at him, throwing her hands out in front of her as he took another step closer.

"Skye, you didn't shoot me. Quit playing games and come here." He said with a forceful tone.

"I shot you when you were in charge of Terra Nova! I saved Taylor from you stabbing him! I'm not the one playing games!" She spat.

Lucas looked shocked, "Skye, I have no idea what you're talking about. I never took over Terra Nova. At least... Not yet."

Skye fought for an answer or explaination, "Then what am I doing here?"

Lucas sneered, "You don't know?"

Skye scrambled for words, "N-no."

Lucas took another step toward her, an evil glint in his eye, "Only what you've been coming her for most nights since you met me at the sixers camp." He was only inches from her now.

Her eyes widened again and she turned away toward the fire. She crossed her arms over her chest and felt the intense heat from the fire on her mostly bare skin. She wore a black tank top and shorts. She wore her usual dirty boots and her hair fell over her shoulders. She could feel him getting closer, a smirk on his lips as he chuckled at her. She felt his breath on her neck and his hand touch her elbow as he came up behind her. He was now leaning his head over her shoulder and she tensed.

"Shh.." He whispered in her ear, "I know you're frightened. You must be suffering from some sort of denial. Or did you bonk your head on something while on your way here?"

She was still trying to sort out everything in her head, begging for the answer but found none. "I don't know what you're talking about. I thought I was coming here to tend to your bullet wounds that I caused."

He snickered, the ghost of a smile on his lips. "You know what I think?"

She tensed again as he moved in closer, his chest was touching her shoulder blades on her back. "What?" She said.

"I think," His hand moved up from her elbow to her face where he brushed away a few strands of hair and let his lips linger near her ear, "You're playing games with me." He whispered the words.

Her eyes widened as she struggled to understand what he meant. Her breath caught as he let his lips fall toward her neck and collar bone. He pressed his lips intimitely against her skin and she tensed herself again. She could almost see the teasing glint in his eyes as he moved one kiss closer to her neck. She didn't have her gun with her, she was completely defenceless against him, considering he was much stronger than her and he was uninjured while she was small, weak, and confused.

His leathery soft lips continued to kiss sensitive places on her neck as he traveled up to her face. He felt him start to tenderly press his lips against her cheek bone and she shivered under him. She could feel her heart pounding in her rib cage as his hands trailed down her back and found her waist. He started to turn her toward him, his lips leading the way. He kissed down her cheek until she was facing him. His lips met at the corner of hers and lingered, her lips quivering and her breath coming in ragged breaths.

He paused and spoke quietly, his voice muffled by her skin. "You really are afraid, aren't you?"

She felt tears brimming her eyes and she blinked rapidly as she nodded, pressing her lips together. He pulled his face back and met her confused and terrified gaze. His jade eyes were filled with confusion and worry. She could almost see his mind working behind them. "I don't understand," He mumbled. "We have met so many times. How do you not remember?"

She cocked her head at him, begging to understand. "Remember what?"

He just grinned evilly at her, "You'll remember, I'm sure of it. Just try to enjoy yourself." He pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was forceful and hungry and she felt the prickly hairs of his chin on hers. Her eyes went wide as his hands gripped her face and held it to his. She fought for an answer in her mind, working through everything. She just couldn't put two and two together. She raked at her brain to explain why she didn't remember anything and why was Lucas kissing her. She continued to think for a few moments before she realised what was happening. While she was thinking, she'd started to kiss him back. Her lips were soft and gentle while he nipped at them, signalling what he wanted. Although she was terrified, it felt natural and comfortable. She was alarmed, but she let her eyes shut and she began to succumb to the intense moment, mostly because she was fearful of what he'd do to her if she didn't, but also because of a whispering in the back of her mind to keep going anyway, no matter the consequences. Her hands wound themselves around his neck and she felt like a puzzle piece fitting perfectly with his body. The heat from the fire made his bare chest sweaty as he pressed it against her in a hungry fashion. He wanted to press her as close as she could get to him.

She felt him nip at her lip for a second time and this time she parted her teeth. He instantly knew and began to taste the inside of her mouth with his tongue. She decided to go along with it and pressed her tongue against his cheek. He softly moaned in her mouth. His hands started to desend her body until they reached her slender hips. He stepped backward, guideing her as his feet found what they were searching for. He sat sat down on his make-shift bed, pulling her legs over his and onto his lap so she was straddling him as her hands entangled themselves in his hair. He could feel her rapid and alarmed heartbeat against his chest and he knew she was terrified and probably doing this because she was afraid of him. He tried to be more gentle with the kisses so that she could start to relax more.

She knew she was terrified and that she needed to get away, but she couldn't bring her body to do it. It was like her mind said one thing but her body said another. She felt like she had no control over herself. She thought again about why she hadn't pulled away and ran yet. She realized that she was rather enjoying the situation, as she hated to admit it to herself. Lucas was soft but forceful at the same time, the perfect combination. Her hands were in his hair and his bristly chin tickled hers. She was perched on his lap and found it rather natural but horrifying at the same time.

'I must be dreaming...' The thought dawned on her and she finally understood. She wasn't actually kissing Lucas Taylor right now. She was kissing an illusion of him in her dreams. 'Now how do I wake up out of this nightmare?' She thought. 'But is it really a nightmare?'

She felt Lucas suddenly pull away and start hungrily kissing her neck again and she panted for breath, her thoughts still circulating in her mind. She heard him speak in between kisses.

"You." He kissed her neck again. "Are so," He kissed again, "Beautiful." His hands were still at her waist and she felt his fingers playing with the ends of the fabric. His hands slid hastily under her shirt but stayed on her waist so that his hands touched her bare skin. He kissed a tender spot in between her collarbone and neck and her back arched slightly, a gasp of surprise escaped her lips. She felt his grinning lips lingering over her skin. "It's after midnight. You better go." He whispered quietly.

Relief and disappointment flooded her and she wasn't sure which she felt more. He slowly slid her off his lap and cupped her face roughly, "Sleep well tonight."

She nodded, a blush eminent on her face. She gathered her bag and slowly started to walk toward the edge of the clearing. She looked back to see him smiling at the fire as he sat down and poked at it with a long stick. She smiled to herself and began to walk again.

She awoke to a start, already mentally kicking herself for the disgusting dream. There was a knocking on her door. She looked over at the time. It read 12:30 p.m.

"Shit." She mumbled to herself. She was supposed to meet Maddy thirty minutes ago. She leapt to her feet and ran to the door. Sure enough, Maddy stood in her hallway.

"Uhm.." Maddy started, "Hunter let me in.."

"I'm so sorry," Skye blurted out.

Maddy gave a slight laugh, "It's okay. Hunter told me you didn't get home until late last night and were still sleeping."

Guilt riddled Skye as she remembered Lucas and the dream she had. "Let me brush out my hair and we will go."

Maddy smiled, "Deal."

Skye was left alone after that to brush her hair and wash her face. She thought about the dream and she was disgusted with herself. "Ugh." She whisptered to herself. "Maybe I'm just horny." She chuckled at herself and shook her head. She was grossed out and wanted to rid her mind of the disgusting dream.

'How will I face Lucas now?' she asked herself. In truth, she had no idea. She finished brushing her hair and rinsed her face. She turned and went back out to Maddy for some girl time. She knew that she needed it.

Hmm... I think I overworked myself on this chapter:) But I absolutely love it. I just couldn't stop myself from writing a little fluff.

So review about what you thought. Was it too much too soon?:) Or was it just right? I'm actually beginning to have second thoughts about this chapter... O.O But it is going to play a part in the story line, so I kinda need to post it. I'm just worried it's too soon in the story... Let me know, okay? Was I too soon? I'm worried! D: Gah! (- I'm frustrated)

And I found these fanarts! You need to see them! XD

This one is of Commander Taylor : .com/?qh=§ion=&q=terra+nova#/d4b1rb6

This one is of Lucas and Skye : .com/?qh=§ion=&q=terra+nova+lucas+and+skye#/d4jobzq

They are on deviant art and it won't let me post the link all the way... -pout- so if you guys put the rest of the link in the front it'll make sense and take you there:) Awesome. Thanks!

~NumberSixteen