Lily 4/?
Fandom: Waking The Dead
Title: Lily
Rating: MA
Spoilers: I'll just say yes for the entire series to be safe.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, just having fun
Notes: This fic is AU up to S8 as I don't have the energy to add Murray into the equation.
Cross-posted to boyd_grace
Grace sighed as she awoke a few hours later. She felt as if she were cocooned by everything that was Peter Boyd. She was rested, safe, desired. Boyd made her feel so much. Even without him saying the words she knew he cared strongly for her, perhaps was even in love with her. It was so different from the so called love Harry had declared. It was there in Boyd’s voice, in the way he looked at her, in the way they argued, in the gentle caress he’d placed upon her unborn child.
She placed her hand where Boyd had laid his earlier as she realized for the first time since Harry’s betrayal she thought not of this as a problem but a child. The psychologist in her knew what was happening but for now she ignored all her training and decided to just enjoy what Boyd was offering.
Rising she made her way to the loo. Grace was taken aback at the state of herself as she looked in the mirror. Her makeup was a mess, eyes puffy, hair stuck up wildly. It has to be love she told herself. She washed her face then cleaned her teeth with the new toothbrush that was conveniently sitting on the sink. The toothbrush couldn’t have been a coincidence but again she was willing to let Boyd off the hook for such a presumptuous act. Deep down she’d known for some time they would end up in bed together. He was fast becoming every cliché about romance she could think of, every sappy romantic hero she’d ever read. It was inevitable.
Leaving the bathroom she could see Boyd sitting on the sofa. He was wearing a purple robe over his bare chest, with pyjama bottom’s that were of the same colour. His bare feet were propped on the coffee table. He had headphones on but she had noticed the needle was skipping at the end of the record. It was like him to be so lost in thought not to notice. Grace hesitated not sure if she should disturb him. He looked almost peaceful.
Wanting something to drink she went into the kitchen. He’d been correct about her not drinking any wine lately. It should have been another sign that she was still unsure about what to do. She felt a momentary stab of anger with herself for ignoring the obvious so often lately. She had become so alien to herself. Hoping one glass of the very expensive Bordeaux Boyd had wouldn’t hurt the baby she poured herself a glass. She needed a little Dutch courage. For there could be no more denying how much she wanted to be with Peter.
Standing at the end of the hallway Boyd looked her way smiling. She couldn’t help but return his smile as he removed the headphones. Rising he went to the stereo and pulled the needle from the record, turning the player off.
“I hope I didn’t wake you.” He said as he walked towards her, “I had forgotten I even had the headphones. Sometimes I just get so used to living . . .”
“Peter,” Grace interrupted him, “make love to me.”
Boyd didn’t say anything as he stopped in front of her. He placed his hand in her hair pulling her to him for a kiss. It was slow, burning with the same passion she’d seen in his eyes as he helped her to undress earlier. He had tried to hide it from her but there was no mistaking his desire. That same desire always seemed to charge everything around them.
He gently pushed her back against the wall as their kisses become more abandoned. He was using his free hand to unbutton the pyjama top while she was trying to push the robe off his shoulders. It would be so much easier if she pulled away for a second so they could remove their clothing but both were too focused on one another to think rationally.
Boyd pushed the top off her shoulders and transferred his tongue from her mouth to her nipple. She arched up against him as he whispered “Grace” against her breast. She had to close her eyes as stars danced in her vision making her feel dizzy. Grace knew that no matter what happened afterwards she was going to enjoy herself immensely.
Pulling back he looked at her, “Are you sure?”
Her face fell instantly, unable to hide her disappointment. She thought by know Boyd knew her well enough to know she would never take this step if uncertain. He’d been so perceptive, how could it have changed so suddenly?
“No, no, no it’s not that Grace,” he paused trying to find the words to explain himself, “I was meaning are you sure wouldn’t rather continue this in the bed? With the baby I don’t know that hallway sex is such a good idea. And, well I have a bad back.”
She broke out into a fit of nervous giggles as he didn’t even wait for her to answer. He began leading her towards the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothing. So that when they reached the bedroom both were only in their underwear. She went to remove her panties when he grabbed at her hand.
“No. Lay on the bed. I want to do that.”
Feeling a bit of nerves again she sat then moved to lie on the side she’d slept on. Grace watched as Boyd pulled his underwear off then lay next to her.
“No fair.” She said trying to cover her apprehension. This may have been inevitable with them but she still had all those first time fears. She couldn’t explain to herself why it was so important everything be right.
“Shh.” He told her as his mouth covered hers again and she felt his erection against her thigh. As desire pooled at the center of her legs her blood began to boil. Big and thick she couldn’t wait to feel him inside her. She grabbed at his shoulders as he pushed her underwear down. She felt his breath hitch as he ran his hand over her and parted her folds burying his finger deep inside.
“Peter!” she gasped as he began moving his finger. He was planning on having her come undone before they were even joined together.
“Shh Grace.” He said pulling back to smile at her. “Just a little longer.”
“I can’t wait.” She heard herself whimper.
He smiled again kissing her neck, then collarbone before settling his lips on her nipple. After a few minutes he moved to kiss her again. She sucked his tongue into her mouth while arching up against him as he began to move his finger faster.
Reluctantly she let go his tongue as he made to pull back. Running his free hand down over her belly to her side pulling her closer.
“Just let go Grace,” he said, his voice low, husky, “let go for me.”
She found she couldn’t resist him no more calling out his name as she came. Stars once again blurring her vision. She moved to hold him trying to get her body under control. There was no time as he took hold of her hands, crossing them and placing them above her head. Moving above he slipped easily inside looking down at her smiling.
“I think you’ve waited long enough.”
She wanted to answer but she still hadn’t recovered from his earlier ministrations. He began moving slowly. His lips touching her skin whenever he was buried deep inside her. The slow pace didn’t last as she watched his face reddened and his concentration on her become more focused. Grace kept waiting for his eyes to close but he kept them on her. Releasing her arms her moved one hand to the side of her belly, using the other to prop himself above her as he began thrusting faster. It wasn’t much longer until Boyd leaned down touching his lips to hers as he exploded inside her. He held himself still as she felt her insides warm then he pushed himself forward. It was a strange sensation, one she hadn’t experienced before. Emptying himself inside her he continued pushing himself forward. She could feel his belly against her own.
“Let go.” He whispered against her lips thrusting one last time. Somehow he’d made her come undone again as her breath caught and she came hard. Her whole body shuddering, Boyd holding her tightly as she attempted to come back to rationality. The psychologist in her began to analyze why Peter Boyd had such an effect on her but she pushed that to the back of her mind and decided to just let go for the moment.
“Hey where you are going?” she asked him as Boyd moved over to lie beside her, catching his breath.
“I don’t want to crush you or the baby. I’m not going anywhere.” He said and she knew he meant it.
“That was . . .”
“Explosive? Fantastic? Mind-blowing?”
She laughed along with him as he moved to take her in his arms. He asked her about getting up to clean them up. She surprised them both by shaking her head no, telling him she could wait, she just wanted him to hold her. He held her close and kissed the top of her head. Boyd said her name again in that low, throaty way she was beginning to enjoy hearing.
“So?”
“What?”
“’That was’ I seem to recall you saying and not answering me?”
“I guess you’ve rendered me speechless.” It was fun playing along with him. It felt easy and natural.
“I’m not surprised.” He told her.
“You rather sure of your sexual prowess.”
“It’s not that, although there’s never been any dispute on that,” he stopped as she bit his neck at that remark, he laughed and pulled her up for a kiss, hard and filled with emotion before continuing, “I just knew we’d be good together.”
Title: Lily
Rating: MA
Spoilers: I'll just say yes for the entire series to be safe.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, just having fun
Notes: This fic is AU up to S8 as I don't have the energy to add Murray into the equation.
Cross-posted to boyd_grace
Grace sighed as she awoke a few hours later. She felt as if she were cocooned by everything that was Peter Boyd. She was rested, safe, desired. Boyd made her feel so much. Even without him saying the words she knew he cared strongly for her, perhaps was even in love with her. It was so different from the so called love Harry had declared. It was there in Boyd’s voice, in the way he looked at her, in the way they argued, in the gentle caress he’d placed upon her unborn child.
She placed her hand where Boyd had laid his earlier as she realized for the first time since Harry’s betrayal she thought not of this as a problem but a child. The psychologist in her knew what was happening but for now she ignored all her training and decided to just enjoy what Boyd was offering.
Rising she made her way to the loo. Grace was taken aback at the state of herself as she looked in the mirror. Her makeup was a mess, eyes puffy, hair stuck up wildly. It has to be love she told herself. She washed her face then cleaned her teeth with the new toothbrush that was conveniently sitting on the sink. The toothbrush couldn’t have been a coincidence but again she was willing to let Boyd off the hook for such a presumptuous act. Deep down she’d known for some time they would end up in bed together. He was fast becoming every cliché about romance she could think of, every sappy romantic hero she’d ever read. It was inevitable.
Leaving the bathroom she could see Boyd sitting on the sofa. He was wearing a purple robe over his bare chest, with pyjama bottom’s that were of the same colour. His bare feet were propped on the coffee table. He had headphones on but she had noticed the needle was skipping at the end of the record. It was like him to be so lost in thought not to notice. Grace hesitated not sure if she should disturb him. He looked almost peaceful.
Wanting something to drink she went into the kitchen. He’d been correct about her not drinking any wine lately. It should have been another sign that she was still unsure about what to do. She felt a momentary stab of anger with herself for ignoring the obvious so often lately. She had become so alien to herself. Hoping one glass of the very expensive Bordeaux Boyd had wouldn’t hurt the baby she poured herself a glass. She needed a little Dutch courage. For there could be no more denying how much she wanted to be with Peter.
Standing at the end of the hallway Boyd looked her way smiling. She couldn’t help but return his smile as he removed the headphones. Rising he went to the stereo and pulled the needle from the record, turning the player off.
“I hope I didn’t wake you.” He said as he walked towards her, “I had forgotten I even had the headphones. Sometimes I just get so used to living . . .”
“Peter,” Grace interrupted him, “make love to me.”
Boyd didn’t say anything as he stopped in front of her. He placed his hand in her hair pulling her to him for a kiss. It was slow, burning with the same passion she’d seen in his eyes as he helped her to undress earlier. He had tried to hide it from her but there was no mistaking his desire. That same desire always seemed to charge everything around them.
He gently pushed her back against the wall as their kisses become more abandoned. He was using his free hand to unbutton the pyjama top while she was trying to push the robe off his shoulders. It would be so much easier if she pulled away for a second so they could remove their clothing but both were too focused on one another to think rationally.
Boyd pushed the top off her shoulders and transferred his tongue from her mouth to her nipple. She arched up against him as he whispered “Grace” against her breast. She had to close her eyes as stars danced in her vision making her feel dizzy. Grace knew that no matter what happened afterwards she was going to enjoy herself immensely.
Pulling back he looked at her, “Are you sure?”
Her face fell instantly, unable to hide her disappointment. She thought by know Boyd knew her well enough to know she would never take this step if uncertain. He’d been so perceptive, how could it have changed so suddenly?
“No, no, no it’s not that Grace,” he paused trying to find the words to explain himself, “I was meaning are you sure wouldn’t rather continue this in the bed? With the baby I don’t know that hallway sex is such a good idea. And, well I have a bad back.”
She broke out into a fit of nervous giggles as he didn’t even wait for her to answer. He began leading her towards the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothing. So that when they reached the bedroom both were only in their underwear. She went to remove her panties when he grabbed at her hand.
“No. Lay on the bed. I want to do that.”
Feeling a bit of nerves again she sat then moved to lie on the side she’d slept on. Grace watched as Boyd pulled his underwear off then lay next to her.
“No fair.” She said trying to cover her apprehension. This may have been inevitable with them but she still had all those first time fears. She couldn’t explain to herself why it was so important everything be right.
“Shh.” He told her as his mouth covered hers again and she felt his erection against her thigh. As desire pooled at the center of her legs her blood began to boil. Big and thick she couldn’t wait to feel him inside her. She grabbed at his shoulders as he pushed her underwear down. She felt his breath hitch as he ran his hand over her and parted her folds burying his finger deep inside.
“Peter!” she gasped as he began moving his finger. He was planning on having her come undone before they were even joined together.
“Shh Grace.” He said pulling back to smile at her. “Just a little longer.”
“I can’t wait.” She heard herself whimper.
He smiled again kissing her neck, then collarbone before settling his lips on her nipple. After a few minutes he moved to kiss her again. She sucked his tongue into her mouth while arching up against him as he began to move his finger faster.
Reluctantly she let go his tongue as he made to pull back. Running his free hand down over her belly to her side pulling her closer.
“Just let go Grace,” he said, his voice low, husky, “let go for me.”
She found she couldn’t resist him no more calling out his name as she came. Stars once again blurring her vision. She moved to hold him trying to get her body under control. There was no time as he took hold of her hands, crossing them and placing them above her head. Moving above he slipped easily inside looking down at her smiling.
“I think you’ve waited long enough.”
She wanted to answer but she still hadn’t recovered from his earlier ministrations. He began moving slowly. His lips touching her skin whenever he was buried deep inside her. The slow pace didn’t last as she watched his face reddened and his concentration on her become more focused. Grace kept waiting for his eyes to close but he kept them on her. Releasing her arms her moved one hand to the side of her belly, using the other to prop himself above her as he began thrusting faster. It wasn’t much longer until Boyd leaned down touching his lips to hers as he exploded inside her. He held himself still as she felt her insides warm then he pushed himself forward. It was a strange sensation, one she hadn’t experienced before. Emptying himself inside her he continued pushing himself forward. She could feel his belly against her own.
“Let go.” He whispered against her lips thrusting one last time. Somehow he’d made her come undone again as her breath caught and she came hard. Her whole body shuddering, Boyd holding her tightly as she attempted to come back to rationality. The psychologist in her began to analyze why Peter Boyd had such an effect on her but she pushed that to the back of her mind and decided to just let go for the moment.
“Hey where you are going?” she asked him as Boyd moved over to lie beside her, catching his breath.
“I don’t want to crush you or the baby. I’m not going anywhere.” He said and she knew he meant it.
“That was . . .”
“Explosive? Fantastic? Mind-blowing?”
She laughed along with him as he moved to take her in his arms. He asked her about getting up to clean them up. She surprised them both by shaking her head no, telling him she could wait, she just wanted him to hold her. He held her close and kissed the top of her head. Boyd said her name again in that low, throaty way she was beginning to enjoy hearing.
“So?”
“What?”
“’That was’ I seem to recall you saying and not answering me?”
“I guess you’ve rendered me speechless.” It was fun playing along with him. It felt easy and natural.
“I’m not surprised.” He told her.
“You rather sure of your sexual prowess.”
“It’s not that, although there’s never been any dispute on that,” he stopped as she bit his neck at that remark, he laughed and pulled her up for a kiss, hard and filled with emotion before continuing, “I just knew we’d be good together.”