Words: Rover [1/1]
Title: Rover
Category: Terra Nova
Ship: Maddy/Mark
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Rated: PG-13
Word Count: 819
Summary: Mark is teaching Maddy how to drive a rover, they don’t get much learning done.
A/N: Written for Maddy/Mark -Rover by shippergal for ‘Friday One Word Challenge’ Week 3
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“Don’t laugh,” she warns, giving Mark a stern look when she hears a muffled snicker from the passenger seat.
Mark flashes a smile before schooling his expression to a blank but respectful soldier expression she has seen him give his superiors many times before. “Not laughing, never laughing.”
Maddy throws him another look not believing him for a second, the amusement clear in his blue eyes as is the teasing in his words.
“Just…”he continues, a crooked grin on his face as he points out to the open space in front of them. “If you really want to learn how to drive a rover Maddy, starting it up and going might be a good place to start, it’s why we’re OTG.”
“I’m working up to it,” she responds smartly, her hand clutching the steering wheel nervously. It seemed like a good idea back at the colony when she first asked Mark if he could teach her how to drive. She was always looking to learn new things and now that she was Dr. Wallace’s assistant there might come a time when she would need to drive the science department’s rover. Better to be prepared.
“What’s the problem?” Mark asks realizing that she really is nervous, he reaches out covering one of her hands, still on the wheel, the other coming to a rest behind her on the head-rest of the driver’s seat. “Hmm? What’s wrong?”
“I-I just realized this is a powerful machine under me, one that I have to control,” she answers nervously, turning to face him.
“There’s a dirty joke in there somewhere,” he teases, laughing when she lets out a huffing half laugh and rests her head on his still stretched arm.
“Mark,” she moans pitifully a blush working it’s way up her face.
“Hmm,” he says absently, even though he’s sure it’s not her intention, the way she says his name, that small sound that follows it leaves him lost in thoughts of other moments when he’s gotten her to moan his name. “Yeah?”
Maddy can’t help but smile at the far off tone in Mark’s voice, looking into his eyes she’s not surprised to see that they’re turned a bit grey or that they seem to be focused on her mouth, the heated expression on his face turning her on. “You’re supposed to be helping me.”
“I am helping,” Mark answers a bit confused, his eyes widening when Maddy moves from her seat over to his. It takes a bit of maneuvering on her part, but she’s small and determined. Mark continues to stare at her once she finds herself perfectly comfortable on his lap, her legs on either side of his, he shakes his head amazed as her mouth is now inches away from his curves upward in a proud smile.
“No, you’re not” she starts, her hands intertwining around his neck pulling him forward a bit, she presses her forehead against his and breathes out. “How am I suppose to focus on anything but you, much less focus on learning how to drive if you look at me like that? Bad teacher, Corporal.”
Getting over his shock and responding to her teasing words Mark grins at her, his hands holding on to her hips, pulling her flush against him, enjoying the breathless gasp she lets out and the way her brown eyes turn a warm amber.
“Did you know some cars back in the 21th century had something called a ‘stick shift’?” she asks in her ‘teaching’ voice that always amuses and appeals to him. He raises an eyebrow when her hands start to work on his belt buckle, intrigued by her sudden forwardness.
“People would move the stick to change the gears on the car, make it go faster, harder,” she continues the impish smile on her face never leaving as she drags the zipper down and slips her warm hand inside his boxers curving it around him. The air leaves Mark’s lungs and he throws his head back, mouth open and panting as she starts to stroke him.
He looks at her through half-masked eyes when he hears her giggle.
Maddy shrugs a shoulder, her smile impossibly wide as she looks at him, her hand continuing her smooth strokes that drive him crazy. “Stick shift,” she answers his unasked question, her hold tightening around him in emphasis. “I’m sure there’s a dirty joke in that.”
The amazing feeling her touch is creating has slowed down his brain and it takes him a moment to remember his previous teasing, as he stares at her wide-eye and she laughs at his expression, leaning in to give him a sweet kiss that is a total contrast to the wicked thing she’s doing with her hand, he has to laugh in amazement at this crazy, brilliant girl and this sinfully playful side of her that him and only him is lucky enough to see.