Terra Nova fic: Forbidden Fruit 11/?
Fic: Forbidden Fruit
Author:ShellyStark
Rating: T...for now
Pairing: Lucas Taylor/Skye Tate
Summary:She takes the chance of losing everything to go and find a broken, angry, albeit alive Lucas Taylor out in the Jungle. Together they fight a losing battle with their inevitable feelings toward each other, feelings they both wish they didn't have.
Lucas woke first when the sun rays coated his face and he nuzzled closer into her, just holding her until she woke. Skye pulled back gently and looked up into his penetrating eyes.
"Morning, Bucket," he whispered softly pressing a chaste kiss to her temple.
"Good morning," she yawned never averting her look, getting lost in the lush green wonders before her.
"Well, do I?" he questioned with a smirk on his freshly scruffy face.
"Do you what?" she replied with a chuckle of her own.
"Do I have the great commander's eyes? That's what they say, you know." Lucas stretched his arms before they settled back around her body. "And you would know best of all, Bucket."
Skye took a deep breath and pressed her hip against his, feeling his arousal. She leaned up and kissed him softly, her lips covering his in bittersweet bliss before they pulled away. "No," she whispered, "Taylor's eyes are blue, and less forgiving," she said softly with an evil grin before flipping back the blanket and pulling on her clothes. "So we should be going; right?" She paused a moment before lowering her voice to mock him, "The sooner we leave the sooner we get there."
Lucas chuckled, getting dressed himself and miss-buttoning the top of his shirt. "Yeah, I suppose we should. "
Skye bit her bottom lip and tread over to him, fixing his buttons as he eyed her hungrily, resisting the urge to grab her by the hips and pull her into him.
"Well then," she coughed, "we should get going."
They trekked through the jungle, and when the morning heat caught up with them she removed the button down that draped over her tank tops. He already had his sleeves pushed up to his elbows, he always did; no matter the weather and even if they were protected by his outer shell of a jacket.
Lucas moved quickly in front of her, wielding a large branch and knocking away a clear path for them to pass through. Both of their knuckles and arms were full of scrapes and minute cuts from the brambles and other forms of plant life that they had to push through, but nothing serious enough to make them stop. They went in silence, both of them determined to just get through the day and to finally find a camp for the night.
The faster they marched on, the further away they would get from Terra Nova. Skye felt she was at least protecting her former home in this, and she was felt she was also getting further away from Taylor and his pressing looks. This was her choice to be here, she felt Lucas would have let her go if she had wanted to leave. He would have put up a fight, but he would have let her go. If the Commander wanted her back now, he would have to drag her away kicking and screaming. Which she was sure he wouldn't have a problem doing.
Skye wandered behind Lucas without a doubt in her mind that he knew where they were going, he had survived out here long enough, why question him now? Besides he wouldn't lead her into a trap; would he? Despite all the times she had done him wrong, he had never been anything but honest with her. Albeit he was a little on the crazy side…okay a lot on the crazy side, but she had begun to even get used to that. It was just another part of who he was, and he had said it himself, "there is no fixing me, Bucket." The words stung her now just as they did then. Of course the possibility of him being fixed completely was a shot in the dark, but she felt deep down he could be made into a better man. A man strong enough to stand by her side no matter what the consequence.
Skye spotted something large hiding amongst the bushes.
"Lucas?" She hollered a little alarmed and excited at the same time.
He was much more tuned into his surroundings now and quickly turned to face her. His forehead dripping with sweat and his chest heaving with heavy breaths.
"Hmm?" He breathed out.
"Look," she pointed through the foliage, "is that what I think it is?"
It only took him a minute to come behind her and clamp a hand down over her mouth; his other hand slipping around her waist and bringing her down to the ground.
"Shh, it may not be abandoned," Lucas warned.
He eyed the object with suspicion; its large tan body and all too familiar grating over the windows just left out in the open had to have been some sort of a trap.
"I'll go check it out," he whispered gruffly into her ear.
Skye shook her head and he reluctantly let the hand on her mouth fall away. "No Lucas, if anyone is there they would be expecting you, not me." She said quietly, turning to face him. "I'll go."
"Bucket, no. If something happened to you I could nev-"
She silenced his lips quickly with her own. "I'll be all right," she assured him. "and whatever this is," she motioned between them, "should stop."
"Should?" he questioned quickly, raising an eyebrow. "Perhaps," he sighed "but I was under the impression that we were just getting started."
Skye scoffed, "Ugh, just…just wait here," she commanded. "I'll let you know if it's clear."
Lucas nodded once and gave her a weak smile, quickly squeezing his arm around her waist before letting her go. She swiftly removed the sonic from his holster and crept into the surrounding bushes.
Skye tip toed and pushed back the leaves and approached the Phoenix rover, slowly approaching the door and switching the safety on the sonic off, Lucas could hear the sound of his gun charging from his spot in the dirt and his body tensed. If anything bad happened to her it would be the death of him.
She raised the gun and swung it around into the front seat and quickly scanned the inside.
Empty.
Skye held the gun close, ready to engage in a split second and searched her surroundings. Turned out it was abandoned after all.
"All clear," she yelled into the trees, and waited for Lucas to fall into place by her side; she didn't have to wait long, a few moments at the latest and she spun around and slid the gun into his shoulder holster. "You'd be best be holding on to that," she said plainly.
"Yea, I suppose," he agreed, helping her up into the seat before marching around and hopping into the driver's side.
"It's dead," she stated while muddling around the rover's engine.
"Thanks for an input on the obvious," he drawled, rolling his eyes. "Can you get it going?" he asked. "Math, puzzles," he paused and lifted an eyebrow "you…maybe, but a damned rover…not my thing," he said with a scrunched nose and a shake of the head.
"Shouldn't be too hard," she sighed, brushing off his remarks. "But it won't be until morning at the least."
"Well I guess we found a place to sleep," he said smugly, "The back of a rover might not be the warmest, but it's safer than being out in the open."
"Not to mention less comfortable," she mumbled from under the hood of the rover.
"Come now, Bucket, I'll still be here for you to cuddle up with."
"For warmth," she replied dryly. "The dirt was actually growing on me as far as comfort," she grunted. "Not that I don't" she grunted, tugging on some piece of metal, "appreciate-your-company," she breathed after the piece finally came loose and she tossed it to the ground.
"Likewise," he smirked with a satisfied grin, placing his feet up on what resembled the dash and comfortably closed his eyes.
"So," Skye hopped down from the bumper and stood on the railing next to him, perfectly blocking out the sun's rays. Lucas opened one eye to get a look at her and smiled softly. "How long with a rover?" she asked, tilting her head to the side, allowing her curls to dance across the fabric of his shirt.
"Hmm?" he hummed, distracted by her sudden closeness.
"To the badlands, how long by rover? Seeing as we won't have the need to walk there anymore."
"Oh, right," he nodded and sat up to face her. "A day, maybe two tops." He said assuringly.
Skye nodded and a held back tear slipped down her cheek. Lucas was quick to wipe it away with his thumb, bringing her closer to him. "I have to do this, Bucket, they'll try and do it without me, or hell even come after me. It won't be good if they just find us together, and if they try to open a portal without me, they could cause more damage than good." Lucas sighed and cradled her head in his hands, "but I promised that I'll take care of you."
"I trust you," she whispered with glassy blue eyes.
Lucas scoffed, "you do? And when exactly did that happen?"
"I don't know," she replied honestly, "but I see it this way, you have had plenty of chances to kill me, to attempt to get information out of me, and you only let me inside that wonderful head of yours." She pushed back his hair and traced her fingers down the scars behind his ear. "Why me? Why let me in?" she asked longingly.
"Because you listened," he replied with a sad smile, "because when all hope was lost, you came back to save me." His voice dropped a few levels, "and that, Bucket, is worth letting you in."
Skye retracted her hand and smiled sadly, knowing that soon her former home would soon be put in jeopardy, and what little family she had left along with it.
"I best get to work then," she said softly, landing on the ground with a soft thud.
"I won't let anything happen to your mother either, you know that right?" he asked pleadingly. "or anyone else not deserving," Lucas continued through gritted teeth. "Knowing now what I didn't know then has changed things," he shrugged with a scoff.
"Or maybe it is you that is changing, Lucas," Skye replied, stepping back up next to him. "See there, not all bad," she grinned squeezing his hand gently.
"But I am, Bucket," he said sadly running his other hand down her cheek. "You have no idea how bad I really am."
A/N: again maybe a little short, but I'm on the desktop, not my handy dandy laptop, and I've been feeling like ass the past few days. So what are your opinions on Lucket? Seeing as Lucas and Skye aren't really shippy names, and this makes me sad.
Author:ShellyStark
Rating: T...for now
Pairing: Lucas Taylor/Skye Tate
Summary:She takes the chance of losing everything to go and find a broken, angry, albeit alive Lucas Taylor out in the Jungle. Together they fight a losing battle with their inevitable feelings toward each other, feelings they both wish they didn't have.
Lucas woke first when the sun rays coated his face and he nuzzled closer into her, just holding her until she woke. Skye pulled back gently and looked up into his penetrating eyes.
"Morning, Bucket," he whispered softly pressing a chaste kiss to her temple.
"Good morning," she yawned never averting her look, getting lost in the lush green wonders before her.
"Well, do I?" he questioned with a smirk on his freshly scruffy face.
"Do you what?" she replied with a chuckle of her own.
"Do I have the great commander's eyes? That's what they say, you know." Lucas stretched his arms before they settled back around her body. "And you would know best of all, Bucket."
Skye took a deep breath and pressed her hip against his, feeling his arousal. She leaned up and kissed him softly, her lips covering his in bittersweet bliss before they pulled away. "No," she whispered, "Taylor's eyes are blue, and less forgiving," she said softly with an evil grin before flipping back the blanket and pulling on her clothes. "So we should be going; right?" She paused a moment before lowering her voice to mock him, "The sooner we leave the sooner we get there."
Lucas chuckled, getting dressed himself and miss-buttoning the top of his shirt. "Yeah, I suppose we should. "
Skye bit her bottom lip and tread over to him, fixing his buttons as he eyed her hungrily, resisting the urge to grab her by the hips and pull her into him.
"Well then," she coughed, "we should get going."
They trekked through the jungle, and when the morning heat caught up with them she removed the button down that draped over her tank tops. He already had his sleeves pushed up to his elbows, he always did; no matter the weather and even if they were protected by his outer shell of a jacket.
Lucas moved quickly in front of her, wielding a large branch and knocking away a clear path for them to pass through. Both of their knuckles and arms were full of scrapes and minute cuts from the brambles and other forms of plant life that they had to push through, but nothing serious enough to make them stop. They went in silence, both of them determined to just get through the day and to finally find a camp for the night.
The faster they marched on, the further away they would get from Terra Nova. Skye felt she was at least protecting her former home in this, and she was felt she was also getting further away from Taylor and his pressing looks. This was her choice to be here, she felt Lucas would have let her go if she had wanted to leave. He would have put up a fight, but he would have let her go. If the Commander wanted her back now, he would have to drag her away kicking and screaming. Which she was sure he wouldn't have a problem doing.
Skye wandered behind Lucas without a doubt in her mind that he knew where they were going, he had survived out here long enough, why question him now? Besides he wouldn't lead her into a trap; would he? Despite all the times she had done him wrong, he had never been anything but honest with her. Albeit he was a little on the crazy side…okay a lot on the crazy side, but she had begun to even get used to that. It was just another part of who he was, and he had said it himself, "there is no fixing me, Bucket." The words stung her now just as they did then. Of course the possibility of him being fixed completely was a shot in the dark, but she felt deep down he could be made into a better man. A man strong enough to stand by her side no matter what the consequence.
Skye spotted something large hiding amongst the bushes.
"Lucas?" She hollered a little alarmed and excited at the same time.
He was much more tuned into his surroundings now and quickly turned to face her. His forehead dripping with sweat and his chest heaving with heavy breaths.
"Hmm?" He breathed out.
"Look," she pointed through the foliage, "is that what I think it is?"
It only took him a minute to come behind her and clamp a hand down over her mouth; his other hand slipping around her waist and bringing her down to the ground.
"Shh, it may not be abandoned," Lucas warned.
He eyed the object with suspicion; its large tan body and all too familiar grating over the windows just left out in the open had to have been some sort of a trap.
"I'll go check it out," he whispered gruffly into her ear.
Skye shook her head and he reluctantly let the hand on her mouth fall away. "No Lucas, if anyone is there they would be expecting you, not me." She said quietly, turning to face him. "I'll go."
"Bucket, no. If something happened to you I could nev-"
She silenced his lips quickly with her own. "I'll be all right," she assured him. "and whatever this is," she motioned between them, "should stop."
"Should?" he questioned quickly, raising an eyebrow. "Perhaps," he sighed "but I was under the impression that we were just getting started."
Skye scoffed, "Ugh, just…just wait here," she commanded. "I'll let you know if it's clear."
Lucas nodded once and gave her a weak smile, quickly squeezing his arm around her waist before letting her go. She swiftly removed the sonic from his holster and crept into the surrounding bushes.
Skye tip toed and pushed back the leaves and approached the Phoenix rover, slowly approaching the door and switching the safety on the sonic off, Lucas could hear the sound of his gun charging from his spot in the dirt and his body tensed. If anything bad happened to her it would be the death of him.
She raised the gun and swung it around into the front seat and quickly scanned the inside.
Empty.
Skye held the gun close, ready to engage in a split second and searched her surroundings. Turned out it was abandoned after all.
"All clear," she yelled into the trees, and waited for Lucas to fall into place by her side; she didn't have to wait long, a few moments at the latest and she spun around and slid the gun into his shoulder holster. "You'd be best be holding on to that," she said plainly.
"Yea, I suppose," he agreed, helping her up into the seat before marching around and hopping into the driver's side.
"It's dead," she stated while muddling around the rover's engine.
"Thanks for an input on the obvious," he drawled, rolling his eyes. "Can you get it going?" he asked. "Math, puzzles," he paused and lifted an eyebrow "you…maybe, but a damned rover…not my thing," he said with a scrunched nose and a shake of the head.
"Shouldn't be too hard," she sighed, brushing off his remarks. "But it won't be until morning at the least."
"Well I guess we found a place to sleep," he said smugly, "The back of a rover might not be the warmest, but it's safer than being out in the open."
"Not to mention less comfortable," she mumbled from under the hood of the rover.
"Come now, Bucket, I'll still be here for you to cuddle up with."
"For warmth," she replied dryly. "The dirt was actually growing on me as far as comfort," she grunted. "Not that I don't" she grunted, tugging on some piece of metal, "appreciate-your-company," she breathed after the piece finally came loose and she tossed it to the ground.
"Likewise," he smirked with a satisfied grin, placing his feet up on what resembled the dash and comfortably closed his eyes.
"So," Skye hopped down from the bumper and stood on the railing next to him, perfectly blocking out the sun's rays. Lucas opened one eye to get a look at her and smiled softly. "How long with a rover?" she asked, tilting her head to the side, allowing her curls to dance across the fabric of his shirt.
"Hmm?" he hummed, distracted by her sudden closeness.
"To the badlands, how long by rover? Seeing as we won't have the need to walk there anymore."
"Oh, right," he nodded and sat up to face her. "A day, maybe two tops." He said assuringly.
Skye nodded and a held back tear slipped down her cheek. Lucas was quick to wipe it away with his thumb, bringing her closer to him. "I have to do this, Bucket, they'll try and do it without me, or hell even come after me. It won't be good if they just find us together, and if they try to open a portal without me, they could cause more damage than good." Lucas sighed and cradled her head in his hands, "but I promised that I'll take care of you."
"I trust you," she whispered with glassy blue eyes.
Lucas scoffed, "you do? And when exactly did that happen?"
"I don't know," she replied honestly, "but I see it this way, you have had plenty of chances to kill me, to attempt to get information out of me, and you only let me inside that wonderful head of yours." She pushed back his hair and traced her fingers down the scars behind his ear. "Why me? Why let me in?" she asked longingly.
"Because you listened," he replied with a sad smile, "because when all hope was lost, you came back to save me." His voice dropped a few levels, "and that, Bucket, is worth letting you in."
Skye retracted her hand and smiled sadly, knowing that soon her former home would soon be put in jeopardy, and what little family she had left along with it.
"I best get to work then," she said softly, landing on the ground with a soft thud.
"I won't let anything happen to your mother either, you know that right?" he asked pleadingly. "or anyone else not deserving," Lucas continued through gritted teeth. "Knowing now what I didn't know then has changed things," he shrugged with a scoff.
"Or maybe it is you that is changing, Lucas," Skye replied, stepping back up next to him. "See there, not all bad," she grinned squeezing his hand gently.
"But I am, Bucket," he said sadly running his other hand down her cheek. "You have no idea how bad I really am."
A/N: again maybe a little short, but I'm on the desktop, not my handy dandy laptop, and I've been feeling like ass the past few days. So what are your opinions on Lucket? Seeing as Lucas and Skye aren't really shippy names, and this makes me sad.