118 Days Later (3/4)
Title: 118 Days Later
Character/Pairing: Wash/Taylor
Word Count: ~2670 for this chapter
Genre: Romance, Friendship
Rating: Very Hard R
Warning: Language, Sex
Spoiler Alert: Season 1
Summary: 118 days is a long time, long enough to make one realize what might be missing in life.
Author’s Note: I have never, ever tried to write smut before, so I hope it is OK! I’m generally the queen of the 1950s movie fade for love scenes, but I thought I’d give it a try. This chapter is definitely NOT for kids! Will probably just be a shortish epilogue after this. Disclaimer wise, I just wrote this because I enjoy writing, no copyright infringement intended, and I certainly do not own Terra Nova.
Part One
Part Two
Once her shock passes, she presses herself to him, her hands coming up to clutch at his t-shirt as she kisses him back with equal intensity. When she responds to him, one of his hands moves up into her hair, tilting her head so he can deepen the kiss. He takes advantage when the move makes her gasp a little, his tongue sliding into her mouth.
She whimpers softly at the feeling, but her tongue immediately begins to battle his for dominance. While one of his hands stays buried in her hair, the other moves down to her waist, ghosting along the edge of her tank top before slipping beneath it, his palm spreading out flat on the bare skin of her lower back, sending a shiver through her.
In turn, her hands move to his waist, pulling his own t-shirt up and out of her way. Her fingers work against his skin, finding the scars of the wounds she herself repaired, ghosting along them as they continue their almost desperate kiss. As her hands quest higher up his torso, his t-shirt gets in her way, so her hands move back down to the edge of his shirt, and she pulls away from him long enough to lift the offending garment up over his head.
She tosses it towards the blanket they’d been sitting on earlier, and his hands go for the edge of her tank top. Before he lifts it over her head, his eyes meet hers. “Are you sure about this, Alicia? Because once you’re mine, I have no intention of ever letting you go.”
His words and the implication behind them steal her breath away, and so she simply nods and moves his hands out of the way, pulling her tank up and over her head, tossing it in the same direction she’d thrown his t-shirt. She knows her military-issue sports bra is about as far from sexy as a bra can be, but the way his eyes devour the sight of her makes it very clear that he doesn’t give a damn.
He slowly starts to back them towards the blanket. When they get there, he pushes her gently down to it. For now, she’s content to let him take the lead, so when he puts his hands on her shoulders to urge her to lie back on the blanket, she complies easily, knowing she’ll find a moment to take control later.
Instead of returning to her lips, his head ducks down, and his lips meet her neck, sucking lightly as his hands skim over her breasts. When his lips find a particularly sensitive spot just beneath her ear, she tilts her head to the side to grant him easier access to it. With that, his hands cup her breasts through her bra, and he begins to suck harder at her neck. She gasps but manages to speak, her voice breathy and strained. “No visible marks, Nathaniel.”
He lifts his head to meet her eyes, and the heated intensity in his gaze is staggering. Then he smirks, and grips the edges of her sports bra, pulling it over her head and releasing her breasts. His eyes go to her chest, and she can’t help but be flattered by the look on his face. “God, you’re beautiful, Alicia,” he looks back up at her, a wicked gleam in his eye, “No visible marks?”
Before she can protest, his mouth connects with the skin of the valley between her breasts. He begins licking his way towards her right nipple, and a moment later, she moans and arches her back as he first nips at the hardened peak and then begins to suck. Her hands immediately go to his hair, threading through it, her nails scratching at his scalp.
While his mouth pays attention to one breast, one of his hands pays attention to the other, massaging and squeezing it, and the sensations nearly send her eyes rolling back in her head. Suddenly, his mouth leaves her nipple and sucks hard on the skin of her breast, so much so that it makes her gasp.
When he looks up, he appears to be very pleased with himself, and she shoots him a murderous look. He attempts to look innocent, but the wicked gleam is still there in his eye. “What? Your bra will cover that nicely.”
She rolls her eyes and, her hands still in his hair, pulls his face back to hers for another searing kiss. He is clearly absorbed in it, so she takes the opportunity, running her hands up to his shoulders and using her leg to flip them, him landing flat on his back. She straddles him quickly, sitting over him with her hands on his shoulders. The look of surprise on his face makes her smirk, and his hands move to her hips, gripping them tight as he thrusts his hips up towards hers.
The feel of his hardness pressing against her through the fabric of their fatigues nearly distracts her from her new mission, but she comes back to herself quickly. Starting at his neck, she kisses her way down to his collarbone, her hands running over his torso. She slowly moves down his body, kissing and licking along his scars, paying special attention to the one that took sixty-seven stitches to close.
Eventually, she arrives at the edge of his fatigues, and she doesn’t waste any time unbuttoning and unzipping them. She then grabs the waistband of them and of his boxers underneath, and she pulls them down his legs. Moving back up his body, she sees that he has raised himself on his elbows and is now watching her closely.
She leans down and drops kisses on his thigh as she moves up, stopping when she gets to his hips and raising her head. She shoots him a look with the same wicked gleam he wore earlier, and she leans back down, reveling in the anticipatory breath she hears him take.
Instead of doing what he might have been expecting, she drops an open-mouthed kiss on his hip, sucking sharply. A moment later, she raises her head again, catching his eye. His eyebrow is raised, and she throws his earlier words back at him. “What? Your boxers will cover that nicely.”
His bark of laughter is cut off when she quickly drops her head again and takes him into her mouth, sucking lightly and caressing him with her tongue. After a few strokes of her mouth up and down, his hands find their way into her hair. She expects him to use his hands to hold her in place, but he surprises her by using them to draw her head up and even with his. He kisses her hard and flips them again, pinning her under him.
She gives him a puzzled look, and he leans down to her ear. “If I let you keep doing that, this isn’t going to last anywhere near as long as I intend it to.”
The giggle that escapes her at that is a quiet, wholly feminine sound, and his amused expression tells her he is surprised to hear it from her. With a smile, she shrugs sheepishly, and he kisses her, this kiss gentler than any of the others so far.
When he pulls back a minute later, there is something soft in his eyes. It’s a look she’s never seen directed at her before, not by anyone. His hand comes up and brushes her hair back, and he suddenly seems very serious, all of their earlier playfulness set aside. He gently brushes her lips with his again before saying, “I love you, Alicia.”
Her eyes widen in shock at his words, and she feels the air leave her lungs. As she lets what he said sink in, he must mistake her silence for panic or reticence. “Alicia, you don’t have to say anything, I just thought it was right to tell you how I feel before we…”
She blinks a few times and then interrupts him by leaning up and pressing her lips to his. After a moment, she bumps her nose against his affectionately. “I love you too, Nathaniel.”
He grins and then kisses her again, clearly relieved by her response. “I knew that.”
“Sure you did.” She leans up and nips at the underside of his jaw.
He begins kissing his way down her neck again, stopping only briefly at her breasts this time. When he gets to her waist, as with her treatment of him, he wastes no time in undoing her fatigues and pulling them from her body. Unlike her, though, he leaves her underwear in place. She leans up to watch him as he had her, and she can’t help but smile at his intake of breath when he comes back up and sees her panties.
While her bra was a plain, modest sports bra, her panties are far less conservative. She has a secret love of pretty underthings, and while the bra needs to be more functional, she does frequently indulge in sexy panties. These are a relatively demure black cotton trimmed with only a small amount of red lace, but it’s the cut that brings a gleam to his eye. They sit low on her hips, high cut, skin tight bikinis that leave little to the imagination.
He drops a feather-light kiss on her hip. “Not exactly regulation, Lieutenant.”
“Sorry, Commander. Would you like to Court Martial me?”
“Maybe later.” He chuckles and runs his tongue along the edge of the lace, rubbing his fingers against her core through the cotton. The sensation makes her arch into him, bucking her hips into his hand.
With a growl, he hooks his fingers over the edge of her panties and drags them down her legs. He then moves back up, putting a hand on each knee and running them upward towards her hips, gently parting her legs. As he caresses her inner thighs, he trails kisses in the wake of his hands.
His mouth and hands move closer and closer to her center. A moment later, when his fingers part her folds and his lips brush her core, she arches again, her hands clutching at the blanket. First one and then two of his fingers enter her, finding her already soaking wet in anticipation. She gasps when his mouth closes around her and sucks, and her hands move to his head, fingers threading into his hair.
She lets him work her for a few more moments, making her gasp more and quiver under his touch, but then, as he had her, she uses her hands in his hair to pull his head up to hers. She can’t stay still as his hand stays between her legs, continuing to caress her. He gives her a questioning look.
Despite the intimacy of their current positions, she actually blushes slightly. He looks both a little amused and a little concerned by the pink coloring her cheeks, and his hand stills against her. “Alicia, is this OK? I don’t want you uncomfortable.”
She blinks and blushes further. “It’s not that. Believe me, I am about as far from uncomfortable as it is possible to be. It’s just that I, well,” she pauses, upset with herself for being embarrassed to say this. He lifts an eyebrow at her, and she shakes her head and huffs out a breath. When she continues, her voice is a little breathy, not much louder than a whisper. “I want you inside me the first time I come with you.”
His eyes actually darken at her admission, and he crushes his lips to hers in their most bruising, possessive kiss so far. Their mouths stay locked together as she feels him moving against her, positioning himself between her legs. His hands grip her hips, and just moments after she feels him nudging at her entrance, he moves inside her with one hard thrust.
Their lips part as she gasps and throws her head back, and her hands grip his hips, nails digging in. He moves within her, and she whimpers a little at the feeling, taking another deep breath at how full and sensitive she feels. He freezes again. “Are you all right, Alicia?”
It takes her a moment to find her voice. She presses her forehead to his after she nods. “Yes, it’s just been a while.”
He looks suddenly contrite, withdrawing slightly. Before he can move far, her nails immediately dig into his hips again, and her legs come up and wrap around him. She nearly growls at him, “Don’t you dare go anywhere. I just need a second.” Then she presses her mouth back to his.
As she feels herself begin to relax around him, she grinds her hips upward into his. This time, he’s the one to break their kiss with a gasp. He chuckles. “I take it that’s my green light?”
She rolls her hips, her lips connecting with his neck as she hums in agreement. He begins to move against her again, thrusting in and out in a steady rhythm, slipping a little deeper each time as she moans and writhes beneath him. It feels amazing, and she can’t believe how well they fit together.
She hears his breathing becoming more labored, and he changes his angle slightly, pushing him deeper as his thrusts start coming harder and faster. Her hands slide up his back, her nails likely leaving red trails behind them. “God, Alicia!”
She lifts her hips to meet each of his thrusts, and she feels her climax building deep in her body. As he withdraws before his next thrust, he slips one hand between their bodies and slides his fingers across her core. The new contact makes her arch and cry out, her nails digging into his shoulders even harder.
His fingers continue to slide against her in counterpoint to each thrust, even as his motions become more erratic. She’s now crying out with each thrust, and her inner muscles begin to tighten around him more with each invasion of her body. As his rhythm breaks down completely, she realizes that he’s also close.
He shifts his position slightly again, and this time, he hits her deeper than ever before, and that feeling, combined with his fingers still moving against her, sends her over the edge, screaming his name as she comes apart all around him. It only takes a few more thrusts for him to follow her, dropping his head into her neck and yelling out her name in completion.
Alicia’s eyelids flutter as he collapses against her, his head pillowed on her chest. She gently runs her fingers through his hair as they both slowly come back to themselves, him still buried deep inside her body. About a minute later, he lifts his head and rolls them so that he is on his back. Only then does he withdraw from her, and she curls up into his side, one leg thrown across his, and her arm wrapped possessively across his chest.
They are both silent for a while, the only sounds they hear being the fire softly crackling nearby and the rain as it continues outside. He’s being so uncharacteristically quiet that she finds herself wondering if he’s fallen asleep.
She lifts her head to look at him, and he meets her eyes with an almost reverential adoration. It’s such a flattering expression that it actually makes her wonder how she appears to him. She reaches up and drops a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “I love you, Nathaniel.”
He grins at her, a sudden mischievous glint in his eye. “You just remember who said it first, Alicia.”
She can’t help but laugh and roll her eyes at him before curling back into his side. They fall asleep listening to the rain outside and to the rhythm of each other’s breathing, wrapped around each other, both feeling at peace for the first time in years.
On to Part Four
Character/Pairing: Wash/Taylor
Word Count: ~2670 for this chapter
Genre: Romance, Friendship
Rating: Very Hard R
Warning: Language, Sex
Spoiler Alert: Season 1
Summary: 118 days is a long time, long enough to make one realize what might be missing in life.
Author’s Note: I have never, ever tried to write smut before, so I hope it is OK! I’m generally the queen of the 1950s movie fade for love scenes, but I thought I’d give it a try. This chapter is definitely NOT for kids! Will probably just be a shortish epilogue after this. Disclaimer wise, I just wrote this because I enjoy writing, no copyright infringement intended, and I certainly do not own Terra Nova.
Part One
Part Two
Once her shock passes, she presses herself to him, her hands coming up to clutch at his t-shirt as she kisses him back with equal intensity. When she responds to him, one of his hands moves up into her hair, tilting her head so he can deepen the kiss. He takes advantage when the move makes her gasp a little, his tongue sliding into her mouth.
She whimpers softly at the feeling, but her tongue immediately begins to battle his for dominance. While one of his hands stays buried in her hair, the other moves down to her waist, ghosting along the edge of her tank top before slipping beneath it, his palm spreading out flat on the bare skin of her lower back, sending a shiver through her.
In turn, her hands move to his waist, pulling his own t-shirt up and out of her way. Her fingers work against his skin, finding the scars of the wounds she herself repaired, ghosting along them as they continue their almost desperate kiss. As her hands quest higher up his torso, his t-shirt gets in her way, so her hands move back down to the edge of his shirt, and she pulls away from him long enough to lift the offending garment up over his head.
She tosses it towards the blanket they’d been sitting on earlier, and his hands go for the edge of her tank top. Before he lifts it over her head, his eyes meet hers. “Are you sure about this, Alicia? Because once you’re mine, I have no intention of ever letting you go.”
His words and the implication behind them steal her breath away, and so she simply nods and moves his hands out of the way, pulling her tank up and over her head, tossing it in the same direction she’d thrown his t-shirt. She knows her military-issue sports bra is about as far from sexy as a bra can be, but the way his eyes devour the sight of her makes it very clear that he doesn’t give a damn.
He slowly starts to back them towards the blanket. When they get there, he pushes her gently down to it. For now, she’s content to let him take the lead, so when he puts his hands on her shoulders to urge her to lie back on the blanket, she complies easily, knowing she’ll find a moment to take control later.
Instead of returning to her lips, his head ducks down, and his lips meet her neck, sucking lightly as his hands skim over her breasts. When his lips find a particularly sensitive spot just beneath her ear, she tilts her head to the side to grant him easier access to it. With that, his hands cup her breasts through her bra, and he begins to suck harder at her neck. She gasps but manages to speak, her voice breathy and strained. “No visible marks, Nathaniel.”
He lifts his head to meet her eyes, and the heated intensity in his gaze is staggering. Then he smirks, and grips the edges of her sports bra, pulling it over her head and releasing her breasts. His eyes go to her chest, and she can’t help but be flattered by the look on his face. “God, you’re beautiful, Alicia,” he looks back up at her, a wicked gleam in his eye, “No visible marks?”
Before she can protest, his mouth connects with the skin of the valley between her breasts. He begins licking his way towards her right nipple, and a moment later, she moans and arches her back as he first nips at the hardened peak and then begins to suck. Her hands immediately go to his hair, threading through it, her nails scratching at his scalp.
While his mouth pays attention to one breast, one of his hands pays attention to the other, massaging and squeezing it, and the sensations nearly send her eyes rolling back in her head. Suddenly, his mouth leaves her nipple and sucks hard on the skin of her breast, so much so that it makes her gasp.
When he looks up, he appears to be very pleased with himself, and she shoots him a murderous look. He attempts to look innocent, but the wicked gleam is still there in his eye. “What? Your bra will cover that nicely.”
She rolls her eyes and, her hands still in his hair, pulls his face back to hers for another searing kiss. He is clearly absorbed in it, so she takes the opportunity, running her hands up to his shoulders and using her leg to flip them, him landing flat on his back. She straddles him quickly, sitting over him with her hands on his shoulders. The look of surprise on his face makes her smirk, and his hands move to her hips, gripping them tight as he thrusts his hips up towards hers.
The feel of his hardness pressing against her through the fabric of their fatigues nearly distracts her from her new mission, but she comes back to herself quickly. Starting at his neck, she kisses her way down to his collarbone, her hands running over his torso. She slowly moves down his body, kissing and licking along his scars, paying special attention to the one that took sixty-seven stitches to close.
Eventually, she arrives at the edge of his fatigues, and she doesn’t waste any time unbuttoning and unzipping them. She then grabs the waistband of them and of his boxers underneath, and she pulls them down his legs. Moving back up his body, she sees that he has raised himself on his elbows and is now watching her closely.
She leans down and drops kisses on his thigh as she moves up, stopping when she gets to his hips and raising her head. She shoots him a look with the same wicked gleam he wore earlier, and she leans back down, reveling in the anticipatory breath she hears him take.
Instead of doing what he might have been expecting, she drops an open-mouthed kiss on his hip, sucking sharply. A moment later, she raises her head again, catching his eye. His eyebrow is raised, and she throws his earlier words back at him. “What? Your boxers will cover that nicely.”
His bark of laughter is cut off when she quickly drops her head again and takes him into her mouth, sucking lightly and caressing him with her tongue. After a few strokes of her mouth up and down, his hands find their way into her hair. She expects him to use his hands to hold her in place, but he surprises her by using them to draw her head up and even with his. He kisses her hard and flips them again, pinning her under him.
She gives him a puzzled look, and he leans down to her ear. “If I let you keep doing that, this isn’t going to last anywhere near as long as I intend it to.”
The giggle that escapes her at that is a quiet, wholly feminine sound, and his amused expression tells her he is surprised to hear it from her. With a smile, she shrugs sheepishly, and he kisses her, this kiss gentler than any of the others so far.
When he pulls back a minute later, there is something soft in his eyes. It’s a look she’s never seen directed at her before, not by anyone. His hand comes up and brushes her hair back, and he suddenly seems very serious, all of their earlier playfulness set aside. He gently brushes her lips with his again before saying, “I love you, Alicia.”
Her eyes widen in shock at his words, and she feels the air leave her lungs. As she lets what he said sink in, he must mistake her silence for panic or reticence. “Alicia, you don’t have to say anything, I just thought it was right to tell you how I feel before we…”
She blinks a few times and then interrupts him by leaning up and pressing her lips to his. After a moment, she bumps her nose against his affectionately. “I love you too, Nathaniel.”
He grins and then kisses her again, clearly relieved by her response. “I knew that.”
“Sure you did.” She leans up and nips at the underside of his jaw.
He begins kissing his way down her neck again, stopping only briefly at her breasts this time. When he gets to her waist, as with her treatment of him, he wastes no time in undoing her fatigues and pulling them from her body. Unlike her, though, he leaves her underwear in place. She leans up to watch him as he had her, and she can’t help but smile at his intake of breath when he comes back up and sees her panties.
While her bra was a plain, modest sports bra, her panties are far less conservative. She has a secret love of pretty underthings, and while the bra needs to be more functional, she does frequently indulge in sexy panties. These are a relatively demure black cotton trimmed with only a small amount of red lace, but it’s the cut that brings a gleam to his eye. They sit low on her hips, high cut, skin tight bikinis that leave little to the imagination.
He drops a feather-light kiss on her hip. “Not exactly regulation, Lieutenant.”
“Sorry, Commander. Would you like to Court Martial me?”
“Maybe later.” He chuckles and runs his tongue along the edge of the lace, rubbing his fingers against her core through the cotton. The sensation makes her arch into him, bucking her hips into his hand.
With a growl, he hooks his fingers over the edge of her panties and drags them down her legs. He then moves back up, putting a hand on each knee and running them upward towards her hips, gently parting her legs. As he caresses her inner thighs, he trails kisses in the wake of his hands.
His mouth and hands move closer and closer to her center. A moment later, when his fingers part her folds and his lips brush her core, she arches again, her hands clutching at the blanket. First one and then two of his fingers enter her, finding her already soaking wet in anticipation. She gasps when his mouth closes around her and sucks, and her hands move to his head, fingers threading into his hair.
She lets him work her for a few more moments, making her gasp more and quiver under his touch, but then, as he had her, she uses her hands in his hair to pull his head up to hers. She can’t stay still as his hand stays between her legs, continuing to caress her. He gives her a questioning look.
Despite the intimacy of their current positions, she actually blushes slightly. He looks both a little amused and a little concerned by the pink coloring her cheeks, and his hand stills against her. “Alicia, is this OK? I don’t want you uncomfortable.”
She blinks and blushes further. “It’s not that. Believe me, I am about as far from uncomfortable as it is possible to be. It’s just that I, well,” she pauses, upset with herself for being embarrassed to say this. He lifts an eyebrow at her, and she shakes her head and huffs out a breath. When she continues, her voice is a little breathy, not much louder than a whisper. “I want you inside me the first time I come with you.”
His eyes actually darken at her admission, and he crushes his lips to hers in their most bruising, possessive kiss so far. Their mouths stay locked together as she feels him moving against her, positioning himself between her legs. His hands grip her hips, and just moments after she feels him nudging at her entrance, he moves inside her with one hard thrust.
Their lips part as she gasps and throws her head back, and her hands grip his hips, nails digging in. He moves within her, and she whimpers a little at the feeling, taking another deep breath at how full and sensitive she feels. He freezes again. “Are you all right, Alicia?”
It takes her a moment to find her voice. She presses her forehead to his after she nods. “Yes, it’s just been a while.”
He looks suddenly contrite, withdrawing slightly. Before he can move far, her nails immediately dig into his hips again, and her legs come up and wrap around him. She nearly growls at him, “Don’t you dare go anywhere. I just need a second.” Then she presses her mouth back to his.
As she feels herself begin to relax around him, she grinds her hips upward into his. This time, he’s the one to break their kiss with a gasp. He chuckles. “I take it that’s my green light?”
She rolls her hips, her lips connecting with his neck as she hums in agreement. He begins to move against her again, thrusting in and out in a steady rhythm, slipping a little deeper each time as she moans and writhes beneath him. It feels amazing, and she can’t believe how well they fit together.
She hears his breathing becoming more labored, and he changes his angle slightly, pushing him deeper as his thrusts start coming harder and faster. Her hands slide up his back, her nails likely leaving red trails behind them. “God, Alicia!”
She lifts her hips to meet each of his thrusts, and she feels her climax building deep in her body. As he withdraws before his next thrust, he slips one hand between their bodies and slides his fingers across her core. The new contact makes her arch and cry out, her nails digging into his shoulders even harder.
His fingers continue to slide against her in counterpoint to each thrust, even as his motions become more erratic. She’s now crying out with each thrust, and her inner muscles begin to tighten around him more with each invasion of her body. As his rhythm breaks down completely, she realizes that he’s also close.
He shifts his position slightly again, and this time, he hits her deeper than ever before, and that feeling, combined with his fingers still moving against her, sends her over the edge, screaming his name as she comes apart all around him. It only takes a few more thrusts for him to follow her, dropping his head into her neck and yelling out her name in completion.
Alicia’s eyelids flutter as he collapses against her, his head pillowed on her chest. She gently runs her fingers through his hair as they both slowly come back to themselves, him still buried deep inside her body. About a minute later, he lifts his head and rolls them so that he is on his back. Only then does he withdraw from her, and she curls up into his side, one leg thrown across his, and her arm wrapped possessively across his chest.
They are both silent for a while, the only sounds they hear being the fire softly crackling nearby and the rain as it continues outside. He’s being so uncharacteristically quiet that she finds herself wondering if he’s fallen asleep.
She lifts her head to look at him, and he meets her eyes with an almost reverential adoration. It’s such a flattering expression that it actually makes her wonder how she appears to him. She reaches up and drops a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “I love you, Nathaniel.”
He grins at her, a sudden mischievous glint in his eye. “You just remember who said it first, Alicia.”
She can’t help but laugh and roll her eyes at him before curling back into his side. They fall asleep listening to the rain outside and to the rhythm of each other’s breathing, wrapped around each other, both feeling at peace for the first time in years.
On to Part Four