Five: Two Sides of the Same Coin

Ever since their meeting, Lucas had been overwhelmed with fantasies of Skye Tate. The only time he thought about anything else was when he thought of his father, and how he was going to destroy him. He had hardly slept the night before, and that wasn't just because he had spent until the early hours of the morning tracking down that wretched Shannon family, but the image of Skye kept him awake, made his genius brain whir with excitement, and his aching body throb with yearning.

They were two sides of the same coin, he and Skye. Both traitors; outcasts. Both unable to earn the forgiveness of one single man who had rejected them without the slightest twinge of remorse. Because nothing was more precious to the Commander than his own superiority, than his own pride; than his own beloved Terra Nova, a symbol of everything Lucas had come to resent.

And this was why Skye was next to him now as they sat together in the rover, waiting. Waiting for the sweet act of revenge that would finally set them free. The vengeful flash in her eyes was recognisable. It lured him to her, made him burn inside. He stared at her in the passenger seat. Her lips were slightly parted. Tiny freckles decorated her nose, and those eyes – they held as much fury as his did.

He leant towards her and ran his stained hand down her feathery cheek, causing her muscles to tense. "You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," he admitted truthfully, his voice almost inaudible as he moved his face closer to hers. He wasn't to know the proper way in which to treat a girl, having grown up ignoring every piece of advice his father had given him for the past ten years, but in his way this was strangely appropriate. Because he didn't care what the proper way was. Because he wanted her, because she was beautiful, and because there was nothing stopping him.

She held her breath, her eyes wide with fright as his opened lips met hers. She felt his stubble poke her skin, the tear on his lower lip, and then as he deepened the kiss, slipped his warm tongue in to her mouth, she could taste the metallically tang of his blood. But she sat there motionless, her back pressed hard against the door of the vehicle, the handle pushing deep in to her spine.

She tried to speak, tried to say his name, but she couldn't utter a word as Lucas' lips crushed against hers, his tongue motioning inside her, massaging every corner of her mouth. She hardly moved her head as his hands secured her against him, holding her face close to his. And then he retreated from inside and planted kisses on her cheeks, her eyelids, and on both corners of her mouth, leaving hot, wet patches covering her skin.

As he travelled down to her neck, a soft moan escaped his lips, and she felt her body begin to sweat and weaken. She was growing hot and restless with each passing moment, drowning in his touch, his scent. She inhaled sharply.

"Lucas," she warned, pulling her face away. But she hadn't sounded as threatening as she had hoped. She attempted to speak again but found herself breathless as Lucas hovered over her lips once again, his nose brushing against her nose, his forehead resting against her forehead.

"We'll finish him," he breathed, his fingers gliding down her face again. "Together."

She shuddered, and then she was suddenly aware of Mark Reynolds standing behind Lucas, pointing a gun straight at his head. Lucas sat up in the driver's seat, grunting under his breath as he raised his hands in the air.

"You okay, Skye?" Mark asked her from outside the vehicle. Skye nodded, glancing apprehensively at Lucas' betrayed scowl.

"I'm fine," she answered, although she felt sick as she glared back at the Commander's son, the lips that had been upon her body moments before gradually twisting in to an ironic sort of smirk.

"I'm disappointed in you, Bucket," he told her, relishing the discomfort he was causing her. "We could have been unstoppable together."

"Don't ever touch me again," she scolded, frowning, before opening the door of the vehicle and finally escaping his penetrating gaze.