Against All Odds (1/?)
Title: Against All Odds
Character/Pairing: Taylor/Wash
Word Count: 1,659/?
Genre: Romance, Drama, Angst
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Sex and language
Spoiler Alert: (Twisted) Fix-It Fic For The Finale
Summary: She doesn't know who she is, he's fighting for his sanity, & his son is obsessed with vengeance on them both. She's deep in the belly of the Badlands, & he's a prisoner of his own tortured mind. Somehow, in the midst of all of this, love endures.
(Extremely Long) Author’s Note: Okay, so this is my VERY first fanfiction! I have no clue if this is good or not, but this idea has been swimming around my head since I saw the finale. My own twisted little fix-it fic! I've got a BAGILLION ideas for this story, so you're probably gonna want to buckle your seatbelts and grab some popcorn. This is gonna be a long one. I have to warn you though, this prologue might cause TaylorxWash fans' brains to explode a little, but this WILL have a BAMF ending, I promise!
"Fuck!"
She gasped loudly as one of her hands desperately sought purchase in the sheets, the other buried in his hair as he pounded her into the makeshift mattress. His thrusts were hard, deep, and fast, jarring her mentally and physically with each stroke. She moaned her appreciation into the room as he nipped and sucked at her neck while keeping his frenzied pace.
"Ahh!" She cried when he swiped his tongue and teeth over a sensitive patch of skin where neck met shoulder, a sharp jolt of arousal bolting straight down her spine to her core. She arched her neck to give him better access and groaned when he continued his assault. She wrapped both legs around him and dug her heels into his backside, trying to pull him in deeper, and growled low in her throat when he pulled back, forsaking his deep, hard thrusts for slow, shallow ones. He chuckled against her skin at her frustration.
"Eager are we, Alicia?" He mumbled in her ear, nibbling on the lobe. He swore he could hear her roll her eyes in addition to the hiss of breath she released in his ear. "God… Shut up and finish me." She ground out through clenched teeth as he continued his languid thrusts, keeping her just on the edge of release. "Hmm…" He hummed in mock contemplation as he pulled his head away from her neck, blue eyes twinkling with amusement as they met her amber ones. He smirked down at her as he took the hand she had in his hair and pinned it over her head, bringing the other up to meet it.
"Ask me nicely." He commanded huskily, his smirk widening at the glare she gave him. With a sound of frustration, she bucked her hips, silently telling him to stop toying with her and let her come. "Ah, ah, ah…" he scolded playfully, pulling out of her almost completely. His wide smirk grew into a wolfish grin as he lowered his upper body onto hers, pinning her beneath his weight. He returned to his previous position at her neck.
"You heard me, Alicia." He said against her skin, drawling her name in a way he knew would send a shiver down her spine, "Ask…" a light nip at her pulse. "Me…" a lick. "Nicely." a combination of lips, tongue, and teeth that sent another shock of arousal to her throbbing core. He lifted his head to stare down at her again, still grinning. Being the woman she was, she refused to give in. She writhed beneath him, urgently seeking her climax. He chuckled at her again.
After a few moments of fruitless struggling, she relaxed into the mattress and slowly closed her eyes.
"Please…" she muttered under her breath, keeping her eyes closed.
"Can't hear you." He said, punctuating the statement with a deep, hard thrust and pulling almost completely out of her again.
She gasped and her eyes flew open to meet his. "Please…" She groaned, louder this time.
"Say it again." He commanded, pushing into her harshly again.
"Ahh- God! Please Taylor!" She cried, eyes rolling back into her head as she felt an intense wave of pleasure wash over her. His wolfish grin turning smug, he released one of her hands and grabbed one of her legs, lifting it even higher. "Please what, Alicia?" he drawled, grinding into her slowly. She glared at him, her face flushed, breaths coming out in harsh pants. With her free hand, she reached around to grip the back of his head and pull him down to roughly crash his mouth against hers. She bit -not nipped, bit- at his lip, punishing him for his teasing, and smirked when he groaned into their kiss.
She worked her mouth over his until she felt his body quiver against hers. Pleased that she'd regained some semblance of power over him, she released his mouth with an audible smack and looked him in the eye. "Please let me come, Taylor." She whispered lowly. It came out sounding more like a demand than a plea.
He didn't make her wait any longer.
With a groan, he shifted, lifting his chest off hers and anchoring himself with one hand, using the other to hold her leg in place, and pistoned into her- hard. She arched her back, releasing his hair to grasp at the sheets again, a loud cry tearing through her lips. The sound of his sweat-slicked skin slapping against hers followed by her sighs, moans, and curses filled the room. "Oh!" She cried when he rolled his hips against hers, grinding his pelvis against her clit, "Fuck… Yesss…"
He felt her walls begin to clench around him and shifted again, thrusting harder, faster, deeper inside her, continuing to grind against her clit with each stroke. They both groaned at the feel of his new angle. He leaned down to put his mouth to her skin again, sliding his tongue from her collarbone to her jaw, and biting down on her pulse with a growl in time with a particularly good thrust.
This undid her.
Every muscle in her body tensed as she screamed her completion into his ear, her walls clenching and unclenching around him as he continued to move inside her. Her eyes rolled and her toes curled at the sensations wracking her body, and she closed her eyes against the pleasure, biting her lip and taking in a slow hiss of breath.
As the violent waves of her orgasm slowly ebbed to a light throb and her screams turned into breathy gasps and moans, his thrusts became frantic as he sought his own release. The sound of his harsh pants and grunts alerted her to his closeness as she came down from her high, her eyes finding his as she lightly gripped the back of his head with one hand. The wild, almost animalistic look in his cerulean depths made her gasp as she gripped his bicep with her other hand.
Through the haze of pleasure, he saw her flushed skin, glazed eyes, and open mouth, and thought she never looked more sinfully beautiful than she did in that moment. She invaded all of his senses. The sight of her dazed, lust-filled expression, the feel of her body, tightly wound around his, the smell of sex and the sharp, feminine scent that was her, radiating off of her, the warm, salty taste of her skin that was still on his tongue… She was intoxicating.
It was the sound of her voice that pushed him over the edge.
"Come for me, Taylor." She commanded in a throaty moan, her eyes never leaving his.
With those four words, his world crashed around him as white-hot fire shot through his loins and into her greedy body. A loud, guttural groan tore through his lips as he spilled himself into her, his thrusts never ceasing, the sound of their coupling louder, wetter. She hummed in contentment as she milked his seed from him, her hand releasing his hair to lightly stroke his naked back.
With a grunt and one last roll of his hips, he pulled out and rolled to lay beside her, turning to his side and pulling her body to his. She lay on her back and he on his side, facing her, propped up on one arm and the other arm slung possessively over her waist. As she tenderly stroked his arm with one hand and rested the other on his cheek, they silently basked in the afterglow, satisfied expressions on both their faces.
After lying there for who knows how long in comfortable silence, absentmindedly stroking each other's skin, Taylor's look of contentment quickly turned into one of wicked mirth. "Well…" he started, arching a brow and letting a smirk graze his handsome features, "That was one hell of a debriefing." Alicia smiled and rolled her eyes at him. That was what she came in here for, before they got… distracted.
He'd sent to lead a company of five other soldiers to check out some of the uncharted territory around their camp for resources. Clean drinking water, edible fruits and animals, anything that could be of use to them. They'd been in the badlands for nearly a month and the little food they had was running out fast. Knowing where they were headed when they fled Terra Nova, rations weren't as high on their priority list as meds and ammo.
After effectively scoping the area, Alicia and her team were to report back to camp, where she was supposed to report their findings to Taylor… Needless to say, after walking in his tent and finding him in nothing but a pair of loosely fitting cargo pants, the debriefing slipped her mind. Two days in the dreadful wilderness of the badlands with five complaining Phoenix Group morons felt like twenty and left her starved for his presence.
She gazed up at him, matching his amused expression with one of her own. "Didn't hear you complaining a few minutes ago." She said, lazily drawing circles on his arm with her fingertips. His smirk widened into a full blown grin as he moved so he was on top of her again. "Maybe so," He said as he hovered over her, pressing a firm kiss to her jaw, "but I can't have you slacking off, Alicia. I think some disciplinary action is in order." Another kiss, this time to her neck.
She chuckled, the sound breaking off into a breathy groan as he pressed open mouthed kisses to each of her breasts. She wrapped her arms around his neck and arched into his mouth. "You're going to be the death of me, Lucas Taylor." She groaned out as he latched on to her nipple and sucked hard.
He grinned wickedly against her mound at the sound of her words and the breathy moan that followed them.
She had no idea how right she was.
A/N: Mwahahaha DON'T KILL ME! Like I said at the beginning, this WILL have a BAMF ending… You just have to wait and see how my sick little brain gets us there.
How is Wash still alive? Why is she boinking Lucas? What's going on in Lucas' crazy little man-child brain? Where the hell is Nathaniel?
I know the answers to these questions… But you don't!
Mwahahahaha! *Twiddles thumbs deviously*
Chapter 2
Character/Pairing: Taylor/Wash
Word Count: 1,659/?
Genre: Romance, Drama, Angst
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Sex and language
Spoiler Alert: (Twisted) Fix-It Fic For The Finale
Summary: She doesn't know who she is, he's fighting for his sanity, & his son is obsessed with vengeance on them both. She's deep in the belly of the Badlands, & he's a prisoner of his own tortured mind. Somehow, in the midst of all of this, love endures.
(Extremely Long) Author’s Note: Okay, so this is my VERY first fanfiction! I have no clue if this is good or not, but this idea has been swimming around my head since I saw the finale. My own twisted little fix-it fic! I've got a BAGILLION ideas for this story, so you're probably gonna want to buckle your seatbelts and grab some popcorn. This is gonna be a long one. I have to warn you though, this prologue might cause TaylorxWash fans' brains to explode a little, but this WILL have a BAMF ending, I promise!
"Fuck!"
She gasped loudly as one of her hands desperately sought purchase in the sheets, the other buried in his hair as he pounded her into the makeshift mattress. His thrusts were hard, deep, and fast, jarring her mentally and physically with each stroke. She moaned her appreciation into the room as he nipped and sucked at her neck while keeping his frenzied pace.
"Ahh!" She cried when he swiped his tongue and teeth over a sensitive patch of skin where neck met shoulder, a sharp jolt of arousal bolting straight down her spine to her core. She arched her neck to give him better access and groaned when he continued his assault. She wrapped both legs around him and dug her heels into his backside, trying to pull him in deeper, and growled low in her throat when he pulled back, forsaking his deep, hard thrusts for slow, shallow ones. He chuckled against her skin at her frustration.
"Eager are we, Alicia?" He mumbled in her ear, nibbling on the lobe. He swore he could hear her roll her eyes in addition to the hiss of breath she released in his ear. "God… Shut up and finish me." She ground out through clenched teeth as he continued his languid thrusts, keeping her just on the edge of release. "Hmm…" He hummed in mock contemplation as he pulled his head away from her neck, blue eyes twinkling with amusement as they met her amber ones. He smirked down at her as he took the hand she had in his hair and pinned it over her head, bringing the other up to meet it.
"Ask me nicely." He commanded huskily, his smirk widening at the glare she gave him. With a sound of frustration, she bucked her hips, silently telling him to stop toying with her and let her come. "Ah, ah, ah…" he scolded playfully, pulling out of her almost completely. His wide smirk grew into a wolfish grin as he lowered his upper body onto hers, pinning her beneath his weight. He returned to his previous position at her neck.
"You heard me, Alicia." He said against her skin, drawling her name in a way he knew would send a shiver down her spine, "Ask…" a light nip at her pulse. "Me…" a lick. "Nicely." a combination of lips, tongue, and teeth that sent another shock of arousal to her throbbing core. He lifted his head to stare down at her again, still grinning. Being the woman she was, she refused to give in. She writhed beneath him, urgently seeking her climax. He chuckled at her again.
After a few moments of fruitless struggling, she relaxed into the mattress and slowly closed her eyes.
"Please…" she muttered under her breath, keeping her eyes closed.
"Can't hear you." He said, punctuating the statement with a deep, hard thrust and pulling almost completely out of her again.
She gasped and her eyes flew open to meet his. "Please…" She groaned, louder this time.
"Say it again." He commanded, pushing into her harshly again.
"Ahh- God! Please Taylor!" She cried, eyes rolling back into her head as she felt an intense wave of pleasure wash over her. His wolfish grin turning smug, he released one of her hands and grabbed one of her legs, lifting it even higher. "Please what, Alicia?" he drawled, grinding into her slowly. She glared at him, her face flushed, breaths coming out in harsh pants. With her free hand, she reached around to grip the back of his head and pull him down to roughly crash his mouth against hers. She bit -not nipped, bit- at his lip, punishing him for his teasing, and smirked when he groaned into their kiss.
She worked her mouth over his until she felt his body quiver against hers. Pleased that she'd regained some semblance of power over him, she released his mouth with an audible smack and looked him in the eye. "Please let me come, Taylor." She whispered lowly. It came out sounding more like a demand than a plea.
He didn't make her wait any longer.
With a groan, he shifted, lifting his chest off hers and anchoring himself with one hand, using the other to hold her leg in place, and pistoned into her- hard. She arched her back, releasing his hair to grasp at the sheets again, a loud cry tearing through her lips. The sound of his sweat-slicked skin slapping against hers followed by her sighs, moans, and curses filled the room. "Oh!" She cried when he rolled his hips against hers, grinding his pelvis against her clit, "Fuck… Yesss…"
He felt her walls begin to clench around him and shifted again, thrusting harder, faster, deeper inside her, continuing to grind against her clit with each stroke. They both groaned at the feel of his new angle. He leaned down to put his mouth to her skin again, sliding his tongue from her collarbone to her jaw, and biting down on her pulse with a growl in time with a particularly good thrust.
This undid her.
Every muscle in her body tensed as she screamed her completion into his ear, her walls clenching and unclenching around him as he continued to move inside her. Her eyes rolled and her toes curled at the sensations wracking her body, and she closed her eyes against the pleasure, biting her lip and taking in a slow hiss of breath.
As the violent waves of her orgasm slowly ebbed to a light throb and her screams turned into breathy gasps and moans, his thrusts became frantic as he sought his own release. The sound of his harsh pants and grunts alerted her to his closeness as she came down from her high, her eyes finding his as she lightly gripped the back of his head with one hand. The wild, almost animalistic look in his cerulean depths made her gasp as she gripped his bicep with her other hand.
Through the haze of pleasure, he saw her flushed skin, glazed eyes, and open mouth, and thought she never looked more sinfully beautiful than she did in that moment. She invaded all of his senses. The sight of her dazed, lust-filled expression, the feel of her body, tightly wound around his, the smell of sex and the sharp, feminine scent that was her, radiating off of her, the warm, salty taste of her skin that was still on his tongue… She was intoxicating.
It was the sound of her voice that pushed him over the edge.
"Come for me, Taylor." She commanded in a throaty moan, her eyes never leaving his.
With those four words, his world crashed around him as white-hot fire shot through his loins and into her greedy body. A loud, guttural groan tore through his lips as he spilled himself into her, his thrusts never ceasing, the sound of their coupling louder, wetter. She hummed in contentment as she milked his seed from him, her hand releasing his hair to lightly stroke his naked back.
With a grunt and one last roll of his hips, he pulled out and rolled to lay beside her, turning to his side and pulling her body to his. She lay on her back and he on his side, facing her, propped up on one arm and the other arm slung possessively over her waist. As she tenderly stroked his arm with one hand and rested the other on his cheek, they silently basked in the afterglow, satisfied expressions on both their faces.
After lying there for who knows how long in comfortable silence, absentmindedly stroking each other's skin, Taylor's look of contentment quickly turned into one of wicked mirth. "Well…" he started, arching a brow and letting a smirk graze his handsome features, "That was one hell of a debriefing." Alicia smiled and rolled her eyes at him. That was what she came in here for, before they got… distracted.
He'd sent to lead a company of five other soldiers to check out some of the uncharted territory around their camp for resources. Clean drinking water, edible fruits and animals, anything that could be of use to them. They'd been in the badlands for nearly a month and the little food they had was running out fast. Knowing where they were headed when they fled Terra Nova, rations weren't as high on their priority list as meds and ammo.
After effectively scoping the area, Alicia and her team were to report back to camp, where she was supposed to report their findings to Taylor… Needless to say, after walking in his tent and finding him in nothing but a pair of loosely fitting cargo pants, the debriefing slipped her mind. Two days in the dreadful wilderness of the badlands with five complaining Phoenix Group morons felt like twenty and left her starved for his presence.
She gazed up at him, matching his amused expression with one of her own. "Didn't hear you complaining a few minutes ago." She said, lazily drawing circles on his arm with her fingertips. His smirk widened into a full blown grin as he moved so he was on top of her again. "Maybe so," He said as he hovered over her, pressing a firm kiss to her jaw, "but I can't have you slacking off, Alicia. I think some disciplinary action is in order." Another kiss, this time to her neck.
She chuckled, the sound breaking off into a breathy groan as he pressed open mouthed kisses to each of her breasts. She wrapped her arms around his neck and arched into his mouth. "You're going to be the death of me, Lucas Taylor." She groaned out as he latched on to her nipple and sucked hard.
He grinned wickedly against her mound at the sound of her words and the breathy moan that followed them.
She had no idea how right she was.
A/N: Mwahahaha DON'T KILL ME! Like I said at the beginning, this WILL have a BAMF ending… You just have to wait and see how my sick little brain gets us there.
How is Wash still alive? Why is she boinking Lucas? What's going on in Lucas' crazy little man-child brain? Where the hell is Nathaniel?
I know the answers to these questions… But you don't!
Mwahahahaha! *Twiddles thumbs deviously*
Chapter 2