AN: Fill for bellebby's prompt Skye/Lucas - Falls. This is not the Skye from Necessary Evil, just for reference. Title is from the Lana Del Rey song.
Every night is the same.
She is at the falls, standing at the edge of the cliff, preparing to jump when she is yanked back into someone's chest. She smirks at first, thinking she knows who it is until the grip tightens and whiskers brush her neck. She jerks away and turns to face him. They circle each other until she has her back to the woods, a safer prospect, and his back to the falls.
"Bucket, nice bikini," he comments, running his finger under one of the strings.
She slaps his hand away in disgust, the heat coloring her face embarrassing. "Don't call me that!" she shouts, hearing her voice ring back at her from the canyon. (The falls are always silent in the dream.) She watches the crazy smile creep onto his face and cuts him off before he can speak. "And don't you dare call me your sister either. I am not your family," she grinds out.
"Skye…" he whispers, the crazy leaking off his face to be replaced by the soft gaze she recognized from some pictures she had found while snooping in Taylor's home once. (After hearing whispers of Taylor's son she was curious.) This is the Lucas Taylor she had wanted to meet. The one the commander spoke softly of from time to time.
Her heart rate picked up at she stared back at him for a moment, noticing his gaze getting darker as he took her in. She let out a gasp when he finally grabbed her arms and pulled her to him. She pressed her hands against his chest, trying to resist at first but quickly melting into his embrace as she stared up into his eyes, foreheads gently bumped together. She felt his hands run down her back, tracing what were probably calculations against her skin. She shivered and he smirked. There was no menace in it and it made her press closer, breath coming faster.
He finally leans down so their lips are barely brushing. "Skye…" he whispers again, the sound of her name on his lips making her squirm against him, impatient.
"You betrayed me."
The words are whispered against her lips, the vibrations of his voice ghosting against her skin. She blinks out of her haze to see the hurt and anger flickering in his eyes as his grip on her tightens painfully. She is confused, the moment ruined, as she remembers why the falls are silent. So she can hear his quiet accusation.
That's when she feels the dry, cool fabric of his shirt under her fingers give way to sticky, wet warmth. She shoves away from him, horrified, as she watches the blood spread across his chest as he teeters on the edge of the cliff.
"Give my father my regards." he says as he falls.