Lust and Other Drugs
Title: Lust and Other Drugs
Character/Pairing: Wash/Taylor
Word Count: 4470
Genre: Romance/Smut
Rated: M
Summary: Based off Zoe's 'Med's Prompt and Sky's 'Swipe' Prompt.
Authors Note: Hello all! Why yes, yes this is another smut fic :D Ha! How’d you guess? This one goes out to A!Twin and B!Twin <3! I own nothing. Not even the plot. Only thing I own is the smut ;) Also, thank you so frakken much, makesometime, for your brilliance in HTMLing this ^^.
It was protective instincts. That’s all it was; she was protecting her boys from potential harm. The colony needed them more than they needed a washed up soldier. This was Alicia Washington’s reasoning for striding into Dr. Malcolm’s lab on her day off. He and Elisabeth Shannon found a plant that- when combined with a certain bug’s mucus- could alternate the balance of their genetics to allow for (what Alicia thought was complete bullshit) ‘super human senses‘. Temporarily. They had no actual proof of this, they were running purely off theory. Three soldiers volunteered to go through with this test trial. She believed it was purely out of stupidity and male pride on their part.
Regardless, before fully reading the file on the serum they were making, Alicia overruled and voided the men’s trial to put herself in their place. Her reasoning to them, ’Terra Nova didn’t need three valued soldiers falling over dead from a bad reaction to it’. They, of course, had a comeback for her. They always did; she trained them- Nathaniel trained them- but they were silenced with her look. ’The’ look.
“Lieutenant.” Malcolm raised a brow, clearly curious. Clearly hadn’t bothered to check the status on his trial dummies. “I thought Sergeant Denis, Nicholson and Smyth were to undergo this trial.”
“I’m taking their place. They have other matters to attend.” she returned, offering no more than that. The scientist frowned, put a hand on his hip and scratched his beard.
“Okay… you realize there was a reason for them to be on the trial list, yes? There are qualifications and-”
“I meet the qualifications.”
“You’re sure?”
“I wouldn’t be here otherwise.”
“And the Commander’s approved of this?” She remained silent at that question. He almost moved on. Almost allowed her to continue with this without another question, but he paused when he didn’t hear her affirmative answer- ’yes, he knows’ to seal the deal. “You didn’t tell him.” Malcolm’s eyes narrowed and Wash rolled hers in response.
“I don’t need his approval.”
“You need to at least let him know.”
“I was given the task of approving the candidates. I’ve approved myself.”
Bristled and irritated, the scientist in front of her was about to make another rebuttal when Elisabeth Shannon entered the lab. Spotting them, she frowned a moment, silently asking where the three men were for this test run. “Would you like to hear the brilliant idea the lieutenant had?”
Liz held up her hand to stop all other forms of talking. “Let me guess. You’re taking your men’s place without first informing the Commander.” Both pairs of eyes blinked at the woman.
“How… you know what, I don’t want to know.” the only man in the room held up his hands.
“It’s something I’d do to. If you don’t need his approval, you don’t have to get it. This treatment safe.” Liz promised, reassuring the both of them. Malcolm.
“We don’t actually know for certain. This is why we’re doing trials.”
“She’ll be in the infirmary, Malcolm. Honestly. You’re being a baby about this. If anything were to happen I would be right there to counter it.”
“I’m being a baby?”
“Yes.”
The man sputtered, attempted to speak and found he couldn’t. In the end, he held up his hands and left the lab.
“Twenty terras says he’s going to the Commander.” Wash commented, turning to the doctor.
“Well then, we best hurry before they return.”
“Lead the way, doc.”
A shiver ran down her spine as she watched the liquid from the syringe inject into her body. She stayed focused, never let her eyes trail from the thin needle. It was something she’d somehow grown accustomed to doing. Something sharp went near her body, she watched it like a hawk watched it’s prey. Alicia supposed it was from her time in Somalia. She’d been captured, tortured in gruelling ways with pins as thin as this. One wasn’t painful. Tens at a time were.
Her brow furrowed as she clamped down on the memories, refused to let them surface and reclaim her consciousness. What had happened, happened years ago. She could do this… she balled her other hand into a fist and took shallow breaths. No one needed to know she wasn’t fine. No one from the war in Somalia was fine. But they were strong, had to be to survive it and still keep fighting- for a different cause- but a cause all the same. Blood was still shed, danger was still around the corner.
“How are you doing, lieutenant?” Dr. Shannon inquired. She looked and sounded distracted by what she was doing, but the concern was still there all the same. Sometimes Alicia didn’t have to see far into why Jim loved his wife so much. The woman picked up on everything.
“Fine.” it was a lie. A blatant lie that she was sure the doctor saw right through but she wasn’t questioned, wasn’t asked again. A simple squeeze of her hand. As if Liz knew the battle hardened woman in front of her was suffering internally with memories, but didn’t voice her knowledge. Didn’t say a word about it because that would only further humiliate her. She was Alicia Washington, lieutenant of Terra Nova. Second in command. She feared nothing. Elisabeth saw through it too easily.
“Okay, all done. Now I just need to check your vitals, reflexes and ask that you remain here for an hour or so to monitor you.” At Wash’s nod, Liz set to work. The whole ordeal took less than thirty minutes and now she had about thirty more to spare. Elisabeth left her side to check on other patients but she stayed close in case something happened.
“She’s where?” the voice was male, sharp. A voice Wash would recognize anywhere. It was at this time she realized just how stupid not telling him she was doing this was.
Dr. Malcolm, infamous tattletale of Terra Nova, reported to her Commander. Her man. Perhaps, she thought to herself, if she didn’t look in his direction, he’d just leave. See she was busy… thinking, and turn away.
“Wash.” Alicia took a moment to close her eyes and steel herself before she turned to her commander. The only man alive capable of rendering her into a quivering mess of putty.
“Sir.” she stood out of protocol, but he held up a hand to stop her and motioned her back to the bed.
“Thank you, Malcolm. That’ll be all.” The scientist nodded and left to have a word with Liz. Alicia could see out of the corner of her eye that the man was arguing with her, most likely on the matter of allowing her to go through with this without Taylor’s approval.
“Heard you took the place of the men I approved of for this trial run.” He didn’t need to phrase it as a question, he knew this for a fact. Evidently, a true fact.
“I did, sir.”
“What the hell were you thinking, lieutenant?” he asked, narrowing his eyes. His tone, his words were spoken to his second. His eyes asked her as his woman. His love.
“I couldn’t let the boys risk themselves.”
“And risking yourself was any better?” his face was turning red. He’d never been so infuriated with her in his life. Having to suppress it to not make a scene didn’t help. He was this close from walking away to cool down. But he couldn’t. Not when something could happen to her now. It was infuriating. Utterly, completely, undeniably infuriating that he couldn’t be properly furious with her right now.
She stared at him. At his angry expression barely reined. His hands where placed in front of his body and honestly, she thought to herself, the tension in his body was doing fantastic things for his biceps. Wash felt her cheeks flush, her temperature rise to an uncomfortable level.
“Are you listening to a thing I’m saying?” Taylor asked, breaking his own rule of not touching her in public for professional reasons, to put a hand on her shoulder.
Electric shocks shot through her body. They were shocking, jarring. Her gasp was enough to tip anyone off that she was feeling something. It felt good, that was for sure… but why was she feeling like she could go for a good lay right now? The tingling sensation she usually felt with Taylor amplified with that one touch.
“I’m listening. I did it to protect them. The colony needs them more than-”
“Don’t finish that sentence, Alicia.” Taylor’s eyes flashed. He was no longer talking to his lieutenant. He was talking to the woman he knew. The woman that should have known how to handle this better. Hurt and anger flashed within his dark blue depths. Damn. She knew the risk she was taking by doing this without his knowledge. She knew he would act like this, guilt her impossibly.
“Look, I just…” she put a hand on the one resting on her shoulder and paused. Stopped thinking altogether. The sensations rushing through her were ludicrous. There was no reason for her to feel such a sexual lull right now. As she stared at him, his hard features covered with a scratchy beard, she couldn’t help but let her mind wonder.
His lips working hers.
“You just what? Thought rebelling against me… us, was a good idea?”
His tongue on her breasts and sinfully flicking her hardened nipples just the way she liked it.
Wash shook her head, her mouth opened to say something but nothing came out.
His hips thrusting over and over inside her body. Grinding, unrelenting. Merciless in their chase for her pleasure.
“Leave, just… leave.” she put both hands on her head and clamped her eyes shut. Immediately, Taylor turned from outraged to worried.
“Dr. Shannon!” he called and put both hands on her arms.
“No, don’t.” she moaned, the sound coming out breathy, her eyes rolled. “Don’t touch.” Alicia scooted further onto the bed away from him.
“Why? What’s wrong? Doc, what’s wrong with her?” He asked in a rush of panic when Liz came to their side.
Without answering, Dr. Shannon lay her down on the bed and brought up the screen. Her brows raised.
“What?” they asked in unison.
“The drug… it’s having some… odd, effects on you, lieutenant.”
“I noticed.” she gritted out.
“Do you feel any pain?”
“No.”
“Nausea?”
“No.”
“Light headed?”
“Only when he touches me.”
Both pairs of eyes landed on Alicia and she sighed. “I know. It sounds weird.”
“Take the rest of the day and tomorrow off, Wash. You and I are going to have a discussion later.” The man leaning on the bed exhaled and scratched his head. He was about to touch her arm but she pulled away last moment. Nathaniel held up his hands and got off the bed to leave for Command. “Thanks, doc.” he said quietly as he passed her. “Don’t let her off this bed until you’re certain she’ll be alright.”
“Lieutenant, I’m going to strongly suggest you sit back down.” Elisabeth’s tone was- for all purposes given the current circumstances- patronizing.
The woman in question frowned, turned her head to the side like she had picked up on something else. “I hear… other people.”
“Yes, that would be your audio response to the serum.” Elisabeth reached out a cautious hand and gently put it on Alicia’s arm. The lieutenant’s head snapped around.
“How does that feel?” asked the doctor.
“I feel every line in your hand, the blood in your fingers…” Wash’s gaze narrowed on the hand.
“What else can you sense?”
Alicia inhaled deeply. The smell of various other people, good and bad infiltrated her nose. The scent of the different antidotes being distributed mingled in the air she breathed.
Liz watched her carefully, took in every expression, reaction with calculation- logged it in her mind for later analysis. The drug triggered the lieutenant’s senses a half hour after the Commander left the infirmary. From then until now, Liz hadn’t left her side. “Come, now. Have a seat, okay?”
Wash moved to do what was asked of her; slowly getting used to having to focus to tune out what she didn’t want to hear, what she didn’t have to smell. It was becoming slightly easier since she had someone to focus on. It was when she turned her head in the direction Nathaniel once stood in beside her that his scent filled her nostrils; strong, sharp. Male.
The need- burning, scorching through her- to have him spread through her body. Instantly she was up again, feet taking her to the door. Somewhere in the back of her mind she heard Elisabeth tell her to stay, felt her fingers wrap around her arm and try to pull her back. Vaguely, she heard herself tell the doctor to let go of her. Everything was muffled by the need to go to the man of her desires. Her senses sung with it- scorched her from head to toe.
Her destination, the Command Center. The woman made it to the steps before the octave of his tone hit her ear from the direction of the market. She turned, spotted him immediately and without having to think about it, her feet took her in his direction.
Salt-pepper hair, dark blue eyes, hard set of his jaw. And his body. Alicia took it all in as she approached him silently- quickly. By the time she reached him, she was in the middle of the market. In this moment, when their eyes locked, it didn’t matter that the entire colony was out to witness what she was about to do. It didn’t matter he was in the middle of a conversation with Shannon. All that mattered when she reached him, was the fastest way to grab his head and pull him down to her.
Nathaniel Taylor knew for a fact Alicia wasn’t supposed to be out and about until Dr. Shannon radioed him. Knew for a fact that if said doctor was standing not too far away from where Alicia was approaching him, something was up. His eyes locked with hers and something in her gaze made him pause. It was an expression he’d only ever seen in their private evenings together. He stopped walking, no longer deeming it wise to meet her.
This didn’t deter the lieutenant. She came in hot, fast. Pressed her body to his and took hold of his head. Before he could do anything more than place his hands on her waist, she brought his head down to hers and their lips met. A small moan escaped her- almost in relief. Almost as if she needed the contact and finally received it.
A hand of hers slid down to his shirt and fisted in the fabric, made to pull up but he grabbed her hand in one of his and broke away from her. He blinked, took in her flushed cheeks, glazed eyes. His gaze flickered to Jim, he looked horrified.
“Find out from your wife what’s going on.” he instructed the sheriff. Nodding, Jim took a glance at Alicia and did a double take. She was… undressing the commander with her eyes. He made haste to Liz’s side.
“Hey, Wash.” Taylor said, taking a brief look around to see just how many civilians witnessed the display. Every eye was on them. Every mouth agape. “Carry on.” he instructed of all of them before turning his attention back to the woman trying to escape his grasp to touch him.
“Sir.” she replied, the word coming out breathy, offhanded.
“You’re not usually this… affectionate.”
“No? Maybe I should be.” she gave up struggling to get out of his grasp and took a step into him. “Maybe,” she said and went on her tiptoes to get to his ear. A grin spread across her mouth when he bent his head to meet her. “I’m so wet for you I can’t help but be affectionate to show my desire.”
He stiffened, pulled back. “I think-”
“Sir,” Jim said, coming up behind Wash to speak low to them. The rest of the colony didn’t need to hear this. “Liz…” he scratched his head. “had to go back to the infirmary, but she said just go along with it. This is a side effect of the serum. She said the best course of action would be to either sedate her, or take her home.”
Taylor raised a brow at Jim. “Sedate her?”
“Unless you want to… you know.”
“Come on Wash, it’s time to go home.” Taylor’s refusing to release her wandering hands allowed him to drag her behind him as he took quick strides toward their home. If he looked back, he’d see Jim’s wide eyed expression, the colonist’s leaning over their stands to watch them make their way down the path.
His growing arousal from her breathing and her whispers of how much she wanted him made it increasingly hard to focus on getting home. They passed a building, the supply building and before he could think better of it, he veered his course in that direction and rounded to the back. A closet, meant for storing things quickly, had been placed there. Letting go of one of her hands, he took out his authorization card and swiped it. “How you feeling?” he asked her, quickly punching in his code.
“Mm, sensitive.” she breathed, lolled her head back- feeling delicious sensations running from her hand still in his, to her head. He paused once he opened the door.
Her grin- wicked, sexual- transformed her features. Carnal instincts surfaced within him as he brought her close to him and nipped at her lips before giving her a none too delicate shove inside.
Immediately once the door closed, she was on him. Wash grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket and tugged him down to her; walked backwards until her back was pressed against a shelf. He placed both hands on either side of her. Pinned between him and the shelf, Alicia bit his bottom lip and dragged her teeth until he was released.
“Sensitive, you say?” he asked, eyes half lidded- muscles bunching as he restrained himself.
“Yes.” her answer came out as a harsh breath. Taylor hummed, the sound came out rough, husky. His hands grasped her hips and he took a step back to turn her around; he jerked her ass back into him and slid a hand under her shirt to press his fingers into her torso.
Alicia leaned forward onto the shelf, absently grabbing the edges to offer support for when it would be needed most. A nip to the nape of her neck had her breath hitching. A firm squeeze to her thigh and abdomen sent shivers throughout her body.
The hand under her shirt travelled up to her breasts- moved her bra out of his way- and cupped one in his hand. Wash’s breath came out in a whoosh and her eyes closed from the sensations.
In regular circumstances, this usually felt nice. Right now, with her senses heightened, the feeling felt bloody wonderful. It was when his fingers decided to play and tweak her nipple that a throaty moan escaped her lips.
“Nathaniel, don’t…” her sentence trailed and her eyes fluttered when the hand on her thigh placed itself firmly on her clothed sex. Wash grinded into his hand, needing more pressure, more friction.
“Don’t what?” Both his hands squeezed; a sharp gasp escaped her. Simultaneously, both his hands moved. The one on her breast in circular motions, the other up and down- making sure to press into her clit at the right times with the heel of his hand. Her grip on the shelf tightened as her eyes rolled. Immediately, he ceased moving against her.
Nothing more could be heard but the sounds of her heavy breathing. “Don’t,” she arched her backside into his erection. “tease me.”
A smirk gripped Nathaniel’s lips and refused to drop. “What’s that? Tease you?” at her protest his hands moved again with renewed vigour. “With pleasure.”
“Na-Ahhh…!” the hand on her breast squeezed firmly at the same time two of his fingers rubbed her swollen clit through her fatigues. “Just,” she panted, grinding against him- needing the extra bit of pressure. “fuck me.” she rasped, spreading her legs wider. A hand of hers went down to his hand and pressed. The added bit of pressure was enough to send her over the edge with a long throaty moan.
Before she had time to recover, Taylor used both hands to unbutton her pants and tug them down- brought her panties with them. “Step out of them, Wash.” with a shaky breath, she did as he instructed and waited as she heard his own pants unzip and fall to the floor. A hand placed itself on her hip; he saw her grip tighten on the ledge. The other reached around to her inner thigh and gripped her there for purchase as the bulbous tip of him probed her entrance.
The sensations were… out of this world. They were incredible. Every nerve ending was both on fire and stimulated. Every tingle of her skin from his touch brought a gasp, a shiver from her involuntarily. The arousal in the pit of her stomach endured wave after wave of need as he kept teasing her entrance. He’d go in just a tiny inch and then pull away and rub at her core. In a way, this was his revenge for her stupidity in not talking her decision over with him first before taking the drug.
When she thought she was going to explode from the sensations, the teasing, she growled in frustration and pushed back into him. With a thrust, he met her and filled himself to the hilt. He didn’t have to see her face to know her mouth was agape, her eyes were shut tight. “How’s it feel, Alicia?” he asked, rolled his hips.
She was gone, too far gone to comprehend what he was saying. The only thing to come from her mouth was a whimper followed shortly by a groan. Taylor hummed, pleased by this, and pulled out a few inches at a time before ramming back into her.
If the sensations had been stimulating before, they were damn near intense now. Sparks of pleasure tore through her entire being with each thrust of his hips. It made her knees quake, her body tighten around him. Alicia’s breathing increased in time with his jarring tempo.
She was rising and rising fast. The sensations were doing things to her that wouldn’t normally make her crumble at his touch so quickly. But as his hand on her thigh raised up and wrapped around her ponytail, she realized he knew how to handle her. Knew how to take every weak point on her and exploit it for optimal stimulation for this occasion. At the same time he thrust into her, he pulled back on her hair and slid his hand from her hip to her clit.
The triple action ended her. Rose her so high her scream was locked in a gasp. He kept moving, kept assaulting her with his combination. “Let it out. Now.” he commanded, his voice strained from his efforts in controlling himself. Another squeeze on his cock, another shudder running through her. She screamed.
The sound echoed off the walls a moment before he covered her mouth with his. The hand still in her hair, pulling her at an angle that would normally have been uncomfortable. Taylor’s control, his carefully set in place control snapped. His mouth took hers in a frenzy of teeth and tongue as he tightened his grip on her hair, worked her clit faster, thrust deeper- harder.
Alicia’s high pitched whimpers downed out all over sounds in the room. Drowned out their breathing, their wet coupling. In the end, it was what brought Nathaniel to his end. Her vocal emissions of her sheer ecstasy were what allowed him to reach his peek and barrel over. He spilled everything into her, bringing forth tremors from Wash’s body.
He pulled out of her and released his hold on her hair. “How do you feel now?” he asked her. Despite his irritation with her going ahead and subjecting herself to danger right under his nose, he would forgive her. Only because the things he planned to further do to her made any other punishment seem far less eloquent as he tugged his pants back up and watched her get back into hers.
“Better. Still not quite normal but not as bad.” When he grinned at her, she paused, having just fixed and smoothed down her clothes.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
He took steps towards her until he was nearly chest against chest with her. His head bent down low to her ear. “We’re far from finished, lieutenant.” his lips grazed hers as his beard ghosted over her skin. Her eyes closed and her breath hitched at his close proximity and his tone. His next words set her back to a scorching need that very nearly made it impossible to move her legs. “I plan on taking you- in every way imaginable- again. And again. And again. Until you can’t remember your own name. Until, through the haze of it all, realize just who you think you’re dealing with.”
She shivered, a moan escaping her. “Well then, Commander, The longer you wait to teach me, the more resolve I’m going to have.” at his chuckle, she scowled.
“Your resolve won’t be an issue.”
“You sound very sure of yourself.” he trailed a finger along her jaw, down the length of her neck. The hitch in her breath allowed him to give her a knowing look. “All the more reason to-” she was cut of by a particularly hard kiss to her lips. Her sigh was all he needed to grin wider and pull away.
“Get your ass home, lieutenant.”
Cheeks flushed and properly set aflame once more, she nodded and made haste out of the supply closet for their home. Taylor was hot on her heels, each of them racing the other to get to the front door first. Already Wash could sense this was going to be a long, pleasurable night.
Character/Pairing: Wash/Taylor
Word Count: 4470
Genre: Romance/Smut
Rated: M
Summary: Based off Zoe's 'Med's Prompt and Sky's 'Swipe' Prompt.
Authors Note: Hello all! Why yes, yes this is another smut fic :D Ha! How’d you guess? This one goes out to A!Twin and B!Twin <3! I own nothing. Not even the plot. Only thing I own is the smut ;) Also, thank you so frakken much, makesometime, for your brilliance in HTMLing this ^^.
It was protective instincts. That’s all it was; she was protecting her boys from potential harm. The colony needed them more than they needed a washed up soldier. This was Alicia Washington’s reasoning for striding into Dr. Malcolm’s lab on her day off. He and Elisabeth Shannon found a plant that- when combined with a certain bug’s mucus- could alternate the balance of their genetics to allow for (what Alicia thought was complete bullshit) ‘super human senses‘. Temporarily. They had no actual proof of this, they were running purely off theory. Three soldiers volunteered to go through with this test trial. She believed it was purely out of stupidity and male pride on their part.
Regardless, before fully reading the file on the serum they were making, Alicia overruled and voided the men’s trial to put herself in their place. Her reasoning to them, ’Terra Nova didn’t need three valued soldiers falling over dead from a bad reaction to it’. They, of course, had a comeback for her. They always did; she trained them- Nathaniel trained them- but they were silenced with her look. ’The’ look.
“Lieutenant.” Malcolm raised a brow, clearly curious. Clearly hadn’t bothered to check the status on his trial dummies. “I thought Sergeant Denis, Nicholson and Smyth were to undergo this trial.”
“I’m taking their place. They have other matters to attend.” she returned, offering no more than that. The scientist frowned, put a hand on his hip and scratched his beard.
“Okay… you realize there was a reason for them to be on the trial list, yes? There are qualifications and-”
“I meet the qualifications.”
“You’re sure?”
“I wouldn’t be here otherwise.”
“And the Commander’s approved of this?” She remained silent at that question. He almost moved on. Almost allowed her to continue with this without another question, but he paused when he didn’t hear her affirmative answer- ’yes, he knows’ to seal the deal. “You didn’t tell him.” Malcolm’s eyes narrowed and Wash rolled hers in response.
“I don’t need his approval.”
“You need to at least let him know.”
“I was given the task of approving the candidates. I’ve approved myself.”
Bristled and irritated, the scientist in front of her was about to make another rebuttal when Elisabeth Shannon entered the lab. Spotting them, she frowned a moment, silently asking where the three men were for this test run. “Would you like to hear the brilliant idea the lieutenant had?”
Liz held up her hand to stop all other forms of talking. “Let me guess. You’re taking your men’s place without first informing the Commander.” Both pairs of eyes blinked at the woman.
“How… you know what, I don’t want to know.” the only man in the room held up his hands.
“It’s something I’d do to. If you don’t need his approval, you don’t have to get it. This treatment safe.” Liz promised, reassuring the both of them. Malcolm.
“We don’t actually know for certain. This is why we’re doing trials.”
“She’ll be in the infirmary, Malcolm. Honestly. You’re being a baby about this. If anything were to happen I would be right there to counter it.”
“I’m being a baby?”
“Yes.”
The man sputtered, attempted to speak and found he couldn’t. In the end, he held up his hands and left the lab.
“Twenty terras says he’s going to the Commander.” Wash commented, turning to the doctor.
“Well then, we best hurry before they return.”
“Lead the way, doc.”
A shiver ran down her spine as she watched the liquid from the syringe inject into her body. She stayed focused, never let her eyes trail from the thin needle. It was something she’d somehow grown accustomed to doing. Something sharp went near her body, she watched it like a hawk watched it’s prey. Alicia supposed it was from her time in Somalia. She’d been captured, tortured in gruelling ways with pins as thin as this. One wasn’t painful. Tens at a time were.
Her brow furrowed as she clamped down on the memories, refused to let them surface and reclaim her consciousness. What had happened, happened years ago. She could do this… she balled her other hand into a fist and took shallow breaths. No one needed to know she wasn’t fine. No one from the war in Somalia was fine. But they were strong, had to be to survive it and still keep fighting- for a different cause- but a cause all the same. Blood was still shed, danger was still around the corner.
“How are you doing, lieutenant?” Dr. Shannon inquired. She looked and sounded distracted by what she was doing, but the concern was still there all the same. Sometimes Alicia didn’t have to see far into why Jim loved his wife so much. The woman picked up on everything.
“Fine.” it was a lie. A blatant lie that she was sure the doctor saw right through but she wasn’t questioned, wasn’t asked again. A simple squeeze of her hand. As if Liz knew the battle hardened woman in front of her was suffering internally with memories, but didn’t voice her knowledge. Didn’t say a word about it because that would only further humiliate her. She was Alicia Washington, lieutenant of Terra Nova. Second in command. She feared nothing. Elisabeth saw through it too easily.
“Okay, all done. Now I just need to check your vitals, reflexes and ask that you remain here for an hour or so to monitor you.” At Wash’s nod, Liz set to work. The whole ordeal took less than thirty minutes and now she had about thirty more to spare. Elisabeth left her side to check on other patients but she stayed close in case something happened.
“She’s where?” the voice was male, sharp. A voice Wash would recognize anywhere. It was at this time she realized just how stupid not telling him she was doing this was.
Dr. Malcolm, infamous tattletale of Terra Nova, reported to her Commander. Her man. Perhaps, she thought to herself, if she didn’t look in his direction, he’d just leave. See she was busy… thinking, and turn away.
“Wash.” Alicia took a moment to close her eyes and steel herself before she turned to her commander. The only man alive capable of rendering her into a quivering mess of putty.
“Sir.” she stood out of protocol, but he held up a hand to stop her and motioned her back to the bed.
“Thank you, Malcolm. That’ll be all.” The scientist nodded and left to have a word with Liz. Alicia could see out of the corner of her eye that the man was arguing with her, most likely on the matter of allowing her to go through with this without Taylor’s approval.
“Heard you took the place of the men I approved of for this trial run.” He didn’t need to phrase it as a question, he knew this for a fact. Evidently, a true fact.
“I did, sir.”
“What the hell were you thinking, lieutenant?” he asked, narrowing his eyes. His tone, his words were spoken to his second. His eyes asked her as his woman. His love.
“I couldn’t let the boys risk themselves.”
“And risking yourself was any better?” his face was turning red. He’d never been so infuriated with her in his life. Having to suppress it to not make a scene didn’t help. He was this close from walking away to cool down. But he couldn’t. Not when something could happen to her now. It was infuriating. Utterly, completely, undeniably infuriating that he couldn’t be properly furious with her right now.
She stared at him. At his angry expression barely reined. His hands where placed in front of his body and honestly, she thought to herself, the tension in his body was doing fantastic things for his biceps. Wash felt her cheeks flush, her temperature rise to an uncomfortable level.
“Are you listening to a thing I’m saying?” Taylor asked, breaking his own rule of not touching her in public for professional reasons, to put a hand on her shoulder.
Electric shocks shot through her body. They were shocking, jarring. Her gasp was enough to tip anyone off that she was feeling something. It felt good, that was for sure… but why was she feeling like she could go for a good lay right now? The tingling sensation she usually felt with Taylor amplified with that one touch.
“I’m listening. I did it to protect them. The colony needs them more than-”
“Don’t finish that sentence, Alicia.” Taylor’s eyes flashed. He was no longer talking to his lieutenant. He was talking to the woman he knew. The woman that should have known how to handle this better. Hurt and anger flashed within his dark blue depths. Damn. She knew the risk she was taking by doing this without his knowledge. She knew he would act like this, guilt her impossibly.
“Look, I just…” she put a hand on the one resting on her shoulder and paused. Stopped thinking altogether. The sensations rushing through her were ludicrous. There was no reason for her to feel such a sexual lull right now. As she stared at him, his hard features covered with a scratchy beard, she couldn’t help but let her mind wonder.
His lips working hers.
“You just what? Thought rebelling against me… us, was a good idea?”
His tongue on her breasts and sinfully flicking her hardened nipples just the way she liked it.
Wash shook her head, her mouth opened to say something but nothing came out.
His hips thrusting over and over inside her body. Grinding, unrelenting. Merciless in their chase for her pleasure.
“Leave, just… leave.” she put both hands on her head and clamped her eyes shut. Immediately, Taylor turned from outraged to worried.
“Dr. Shannon!” he called and put both hands on her arms.
“No, don’t.” she moaned, the sound coming out breathy, her eyes rolled. “Don’t touch.” Alicia scooted further onto the bed away from him.
“Why? What’s wrong? Doc, what’s wrong with her?” He asked in a rush of panic when Liz came to their side.
Without answering, Dr. Shannon lay her down on the bed and brought up the screen. Her brows raised.
“What?” they asked in unison.
“The drug… it’s having some… odd, effects on you, lieutenant.”
“I noticed.” she gritted out.
“Do you feel any pain?”
“No.”
“Nausea?”
“No.”
“Light headed?”
“Only when he touches me.”
Both pairs of eyes landed on Alicia and she sighed. “I know. It sounds weird.”
“Take the rest of the day and tomorrow off, Wash. You and I are going to have a discussion later.” The man leaning on the bed exhaled and scratched his head. He was about to touch her arm but she pulled away last moment. Nathaniel held up his hands and got off the bed to leave for Command. “Thanks, doc.” he said quietly as he passed her. “Don’t let her off this bed until you’re certain she’ll be alright.”
“Lieutenant, I’m going to strongly suggest you sit back down.” Elisabeth’s tone was- for all purposes given the current circumstances- patronizing.
The woman in question frowned, turned her head to the side like she had picked up on something else. “I hear… other people.”
“Yes, that would be your audio response to the serum.” Elisabeth reached out a cautious hand and gently put it on Alicia’s arm. The lieutenant’s head snapped around.
“How does that feel?” asked the doctor.
“I feel every line in your hand, the blood in your fingers…” Wash’s gaze narrowed on the hand.
“What else can you sense?”
Alicia inhaled deeply. The smell of various other people, good and bad infiltrated her nose. The scent of the different antidotes being distributed mingled in the air she breathed.
Liz watched her carefully, took in every expression, reaction with calculation- logged it in her mind for later analysis. The drug triggered the lieutenant’s senses a half hour after the Commander left the infirmary. From then until now, Liz hadn’t left her side. “Come, now. Have a seat, okay?”
Wash moved to do what was asked of her; slowly getting used to having to focus to tune out what she didn’t want to hear, what she didn’t have to smell. It was becoming slightly easier since she had someone to focus on. It was when she turned her head in the direction Nathaniel once stood in beside her that his scent filled her nostrils; strong, sharp. Male.
The need- burning, scorching through her- to have him spread through her body. Instantly she was up again, feet taking her to the door. Somewhere in the back of her mind she heard Elisabeth tell her to stay, felt her fingers wrap around her arm and try to pull her back. Vaguely, she heard herself tell the doctor to let go of her. Everything was muffled by the need to go to the man of her desires. Her senses sung with it- scorched her from head to toe.
Her destination, the Command Center. The woman made it to the steps before the octave of his tone hit her ear from the direction of the market. She turned, spotted him immediately and without having to think about it, her feet took her in his direction.
Salt-pepper hair, dark blue eyes, hard set of his jaw. And his body. Alicia took it all in as she approached him silently- quickly. By the time she reached him, she was in the middle of the market. In this moment, when their eyes locked, it didn’t matter that the entire colony was out to witness what she was about to do. It didn’t matter he was in the middle of a conversation with Shannon. All that mattered when she reached him, was the fastest way to grab his head and pull him down to her.
Nathaniel Taylor knew for a fact Alicia wasn’t supposed to be out and about until Dr. Shannon radioed him. Knew for a fact that if said doctor was standing not too far away from where Alicia was approaching him, something was up. His eyes locked with hers and something in her gaze made him pause. It was an expression he’d only ever seen in their private evenings together. He stopped walking, no longer deeming it wise to meet her.
This didn’t deter the lieutenant. She came in hot, fast. Pressed her body to his and took hold of his head. Before he could do anything more than place his hands on her waist, she brought his head down to hers and their lips met. A small moan escaped her- almost in relief. Almost as if she needed the contact and finally received it.
A hand of hers slid down to his shirt and fisted in the fabric, made to pull up but he grabbed her hand in one of his and broke away from her. He blinked, took in her flushed cheeks, glazed eyes. His gaze flickered to Jim, he looked horrified.
“Find out from your wife what’s going on.” he instructed the sheriff. Nodding, Jim took a glance at Alicia and did a double take. She was… undressing the commander with her eyes. He made haste to Liz’s side.
“Hey, Wash.” Taylor said, taking a brief look around to see just how many civilians witnessed the display. Every eye was on them. Every mouth agape. “Carry on.” he instructed of all of them before turning his attention back to the woman trying to escape his grasp to touch him.
“Sir.” she replied, the word coming out breathy, offhanded.
“You’re not usually this… affectionate.”
“No? Maybe I should be.” she gave up struggling to get out of his grasp and took a step into him. “Maybe,” she said and went on her tiptoes to get to his ear. A grin spread across her mouth when he bent his head to meet her. “I’m so wet for you I can’t help but be affectionate to show my desire.”
He stiffened, pulled back. “I think-”
“Sir,” Jim said, coming up behind Wash to speak low to them. The rest of the colony didn’t need to hear this. “Liz…” he scratched his head. “had to go back to the infirmary, but she said just go along with it. This is a side effect of the serum. She said the best course of action would be to either sedate her, or take her home.”
Taylor raised a brow at Jim. “Sedate her?”
“Unless you want to… you know.”
“Come on Wash, it’s time to go home.” Taylor’s refusing to release her wandering hands allowed him to drag her behind him as he took quick strides toward their home. If he looked back, he’d see Jim’s wide eyed expression, the colonist’s leaning over their stands to watch them make their way down the path.
His growing arousal from her breathing and her whispers of how much she wanted him made it increasingly hard to focus on getting home. They passed a building, the supply building and before he could think better of it, he veered his course in that direction and rounded to the back. A closet, meant for storing things quickly, had been placed there. Letting go of one of her hands, he took out his authorization card and swiped it. “How you feeling?” he asked her, quickly punching in his code.
“Mm, sensitive.” she breathed, lolled her head back- feeling delicious sensations running from her hand still in his, to her head. He paused once he opened the door.
Her grin- wicked, sexual- transformed her features. Carnal instincts surfaced within him as he brought her close to him and nipped at her lips before giving her a none too delicate shove inside.
Immediately once the door closed, she was on him. Wash grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket and tugged him down to her; walked backwards until her back was pressed against a shelf. He placed both hands on either side of her. Pinned between him and the shelf, Alicia bit his bottom lip and dragged her teeth until he was released.
“Sensitive, you say?” he asked, eyes half lidded- muscles bunching as he restrained himself.
“Yes.” her answer came out as a harsh breath. Taylor hummed, the sound came out rough, husky. His hands grasped her hips and he took a step back to turn her around; he jerked her ass back into him and slid a hand under her shirt to press his fingers into her torso.
Alicia leaned forward onto the shelf, absently grabbing the edges to offer support for when it would be needed most. A nip to the nape of her neck had her breath hitching. A firm squeeze to her thigh and abdomen sent shivers throughout her body.
The hand under her shirt travelled up to her breasts- moved her bra out of his way- and cupped one in his hand. Wash’s breath came out in a whoosh and her eyes closed from the sensations.
In regular circumstances, this usually felt nice. Right now, with her senses heightened, the feeling felt bloody wonderful. It was when his fingers decided to play and tweak her nipple that a throaty moan escaped her lips.
“Nathaniel, don’t…” her sentence trailed and her eyes fluttered when the hand on her thigh placed itself firmly on her clothed sex. Wash grinded into his hand, needing more pressure, more friction.
“Don’t what?” Both his hands squeezed; a sharp gasp escaped her. Simultaneously, both his hands moved. The one on her breast in circular motions, the other up and down- making sure to press into her clit at the right times with the heel of his hand. Her grip on the shelf tightened as her eyes rolled. Immediately, he ceased moving against her.
Nothing more could be heard but the sounds of her heavy breathing. “Don’t,” she arched her backside into his erection. “tease me.”
A smirk gripped Nathaniel’s lips and refused to drop. “What’s that? Tease you?” at her protest his hands moved again with renewed vigour. “With pleasure.”
“Na-Ahhh…!” the hand on her breast squeezed firmly at the same time two of his fingers rubbed her swollen clit through her fatigues. “Just,” she panted, grinding against him- needing the extra bit of pressure. “fuck me.” she rasped, spreading her legs wider. A hand of hers went down to his hand and pressed. The added bit of pressure was enough to send her over the edge with a long throaty moan.
Before she had time to recover, Taylor used both hands to unbutton her pants and tug them down- brought her panties with them. “Step out of them, Wash.” with a shaky breath, she did as he instructed and waited as she heard his own pants unzip and fall to the floor. A hand placed itself on her hip; he saw her grip tighten on the ledge. The other reached around to her inner thigh and gripped her there for purchase as the bulbous tip of him probed her entrance.
The sensations were… out of this world. They were incredible. Every nerve ending was both on fire and stimulated. Every tingle of her skin from his touch brought a gasp, a shiver from her involuntarily. The arousal in the pit of her stomach endured wave after wave of need as he kept teasing her entrance. He’d go in just a tiny inch and then pull away and rub at her core. In a way, this was his revenge for her stupidity in not talking her decision over with him first before taking the drug.
When she thought she was going to explode from the sensations, the teasing, she growled in frustration and pushed back into him. With a thrust, he met her and filled himself to the hilt. He didn’t have to see her face to know her mouth was agape, her eyes were shut tight. “How’s it feel, Alicia?” he asked, rolled his hips.
She was gone, too far gone to comprehend what he was saying. The only thing to come from her mouth was a whimper followed shortly by a groan. Taylor hummed, pleased by this, and pulled out a few inches at a time before ramming back into her.
If the sensations had been stimulating before, they were damn near intense now. Sparks of pleasure tore through her entire being with each thrust of his hips. It made her knees quake, her body tighten around him. Alicia’s breathing increased in time with his jarring tempo.
She was rising and rising fast. The sensations were doing things to her that wouldn’t normally make her crumble at his touch so quickly. But as his hand on her thigh raised up and wrapped around her ponytail, she realized he knew how to handle her. Knew how to take every weak point on her and exploit it for optimal stimulation for this occasion. At the same time he thrust into her, he pulled back on her hair and slid his hand from her hip to her clit.
The triple action ended her. Rose her so high her scream was locked in a gasp. He kept moving, kept assaulting her with his combination. “Let it out. Now.” he commanded, his voice strained from his efforts in controlling himself. Another squeeze on his cock, another shudder running through her. She screamed.
The sound echoed off the walls a moment before he covered her mouth with his. The hand still in her hair, pulling her at an angle that would normally have been uncomfortable. Taylor’s control, his carefully set in place control snapped. His mouth took hers in a frenzy of teeth and tongue as he tightened his grip on her hair, worked her clit faster, thrust deeper- harder.
Alicia’s high pitched whimpers downed out all over sounds in the room. Drowned out their breathing, their wet coupling. In the end, it was what brought Nathaniel to his end. Her vocal emissions of her sheer ecstasy were what allowed him to reach his peek and barrel over. He spilled everything into her, bringing forth tremors from Wash’s body.
He pulled out of her and released his hold on her hair. “How do you feel now?” he asked her. Despite his irritation with her going ahead and subjecting herself to danger right under his nose, he would forgive her. Only because the things he planned to further do to her made any other punishment seem far less eloquent as he tugged his pants back up and watched her get back into hers.
“Better. Still not quite normal but not as bad.” When he grinned at her, she paused, having just fixed and smoothed down her clothes.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
He took steps towards her until he was nearly chest against chest with her. His head bent down low to her ear. “We’re far from finished, lieutenant.” his lips grazed hers as his beard ghosted over her skin. Her eyes closed and her breath hitched at his close proximity and his tone. His next words set her back to a scorching need that very nearly made it impossible to move her legs. “I plan on taking you- in every way imaginable- again. And again. And again. Until you can’t remember your own name. Until, through the haze of it all, realize just who you think you’re dealing with.”
She shivered, a moan escaping her. “Well then, Commander, The longer you wait to teach me, the more resolve I’m going to have.” at his chuckle, she scowled.
“Your resolve won’t be an issue.”
“You sound very sure of yourself.” he trailed a finger along her jaw, down the length of her neck. The hitch in her breath allowed him to give her a knowing look. “All the more reason to-” she was cut of by a particularly hard kiss to her lips. Her sigh was all he needed to grin wider and pull away.
“Get your ass home, lieutenant.”
Cheeks flushed and properly set aflame once more, she nodded and made haste out of the supply closet for their home. Taylor was hot on her heels, each of them racing the other to get to the front door first. Already Wash could sense this was going to be a long, pleasurable night.