Five Kisses (4/5) [Taylor/Wash]
Title: Five Kisses (4/5)
Rating: PG-15
Word Count: 1085
Genre: Romance/Angst
Summary: Five times the Commander and his Lieutenant share a kiss. Kiss of Passion, Kiss of Life, Kiss of Desire, Kiss of Promises and Kiss of Love.
Author's Note: Written for bellebby's prompt Golden in the Friday’s One Word Fic Challenge - Week 7. Spoilers for the Season One finale but I fixed it! <3
Chapters:
1. Kiss of Passion
2. Kiss of Life
3. Kiss of Desire
4. Kiss of Promises
5. Kiss of Love
Kiss of Promises
They never expect their fourth kiss to happen but some things (love) are stronger than death.
2149 is a year of many things, truths are revealed and decisions are made, but most importantly, their love blooms like a beautiful flower, fragile and yet strong, and one day is suddenly so much closer than in all the years before, despite the grim situation they find themselves in.
Until he watches her fall, watches his fierce Lieutenant crumble to the ground, and the future he has built in his mind, carefully guarded and treasured, dissolves like smoke in the wind, leaving nothing behind but broken memories of fleeting looks and stolen touches. Days bleed into weeks, a month, then two, life goes on for everyone but him, he's adrift in the dark even though the sun rises every day. Taylor throws himself into work, barely sleeps and eats, deliberately directs his energies into rebuilding Terra Nova and preparing for whatever their enemy is planning, trying to cope with grief and loss in his own way.
Today, however, feels different, something is in the air, has been there since the morning when he woke up to the ghost of warm lips pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead and phantom fingers running through his hair. Throughout the day Taylor senses her comforting presence, tangible, almost solid, intensifying with every passing hour. It's both maddening and soothing.
Then, late in the afternoon, Shannon calls him on the comm, informs him about two transports approaching the main gate, Sixers, not the Phoenix Group, no sign of hostile activity but with white flags painted on the sides, and the something shifts, falls into place like a missing piece of the puzzle.
From the balcony he watches, body tense and mind racing, as Mira and her people leave the vehicles, surrender without being ordered to. When Carter points at the open transport's door before reaching in to slowly help someone out, Taylor suddenly knows and in a split second he's down the stairs of the Command Center.
His Lieutenant has never looked more beautiful to him than she does now, tired and bruised, but alive, breathing, here with him.
Neither of them notices the others backing away until it's just him and her, hidden between the transports, the fading daylight bathing them in shades of gold and finally, after weeks of being trapped in shadows, he steps out of the darkness, led by the emotions glowing in Wash's amber eyes. In this moment, he vows to never let her go.
He takes her mouth in a savage kiss, wraps one arm around her waist to pull her close as he threads his fingers through her unbound hair. The taste of her on his lips, her scent around him and her warm skin under his fingertips - he's drowning in sensations, in her, and he still can't get enough, can't stop touching her. His hand drifts to the small of her back, slips beneath her tank top, fingers splaying low on her warm skin, and she trembles at the contact, hands clutching at his arms, nails digging into his skin.
Heat rises inside him, makes his blood burn as everything narrows down to the woman he's holding in his arms, and Taylor presses his lips harder against hers, groaning low as her mouth opens under the pressure, her tongue sliding along his. He guides her backwards and pins her to the side of the transport with the full length of his body, her soft curves fitting against his hard planes perfectly. Wash arches into him, moaning quietly, and her arms slide around his neck as she melts into his embrace.
His mouth leaves hers to travel down to the place where her shoulder meets her neck, lips and beard trailing over sensitive skin, and a shiver runs through her as his teeth graze a certain spot, a soft sigh echoing in the air, her fingers curling into his shirt. Taylor drags his lips up her throat, stops for a moment as he feels her pulse beating just beneath the surface, before raising his head to cover her mouth with his once more, lips moving over hers in a kiss laced with longing and need, deepening it for a long few seconds before drawing back.
He rests his forehead against hers, brushes the backs of his fingers over her flushed cheek, and when his eyes meet hers, the love shining in them robs him of breath and words. But then again, they never really needed words. Taylor simply touches his mouth to her, reaches for her hand and entwines their fingers.
I love you, too.
ooo
It is Doc Shannon, who quietly reminds them that the Lieutenant has to go to the hospital and Taylor stays with Wash as long as he can, not willing to part with her so soon again. He waits beside the examination table as she's scanned, a hand on her shoulder, his thumb slowly rubbing back and forth across her skin, calming his ever-present need to touch her, to be sure she's real and not a figment of his imagination. Wash seems to crave the constant contact as much as he does, relaxes further into his caress, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. When he can no longer put off the meeting with Mira and Carter, Taylor slides his hand down her bare arm and gently squeezes her fingers before leaning in to kiss her forehead. It's not a goodbye, it's a soon.
She is kept for observation for the next few days as per doctor's orders and while they both now it is necessary, it's still driving them out of their minds. That one moment of pure bliss was not enough and now they want more, their bodies humming with suppressed passion, flaring hot whenever he visits her. They begin teasing each other, a heated glance here (him) and her eyes flash golden in response, a feather-light touch there (her) and his body tightens in anticipation.
On the evening of the fifth day, Wash is finally allowed to leave and Taylor waits for her outside of the hospital, his gaze dark and intense. He steps forward and offers her his hand, not as the Commander to his Lieutenant but as a man in love to the woman who holds his heart. When she places her hand in his, fingers gripping his tightly, her eyes alight with desire, Taylor knows one day is here at last.
Rating: PG-15
Word Count: 1085
Genre: Romance/Angst
Summary: Five times the Commander and his Lieutenant share a kiss. Kiss of Passion, Kiss of Life, Kiss of Desire, Kiss of Promises and Kiss of Love.
Author's Note: Written for bellebby's prompt Golden in the Friday’s One Word Fic Challenge - Week 7. Spoilers for the Season One finale but I fixed it! <3
Chapters:
1. Kiss of Passion
2. Kiss of Life
3. Kiss of Desire
4. Kiss of Promises
5. Kiss of Love
Kiss of Promises
They never expect their fourth kiss to happen but some things (love) are stronger than death.
2149 is a year of many things, truths are revealed and decisions are made, but most importantly, their love blooms like a beautiful flower, fragile and yet strong, and one day is suddenly so much closer than in all the years before, despite the grim situation they find themselves in.
Until he watches her fall, watches his fierce Lieutenant crumble to the ground, and the future he has built in his mind, carefully guarded and treasured, dissolves like smoke in the wind, leaving nothing behind but broken memories of fleeting looks and stolen touches. Days bleed into weeks, a month, then two, life goes on for everyone but him, he's adrift in the dark even though the sun rises every day. Taylor throws himself into work, barely sleeps and eats, deliberately directs his energies into rebuilding Terra Nova and preparing for whatever their enemy is planning, trying to cope with grief and loss in his own way.
Today, however, feels different, something is in the air, has been there since the morning when he woke up to the ghost of warm lips pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead and phantom fingers running through his hair. Throughout the day Taylor senses her comforting presence, tangible, almost solid, intensifying with every passing hour. It's both maddening and soothing.
Then, late in the afternoon, Shannon calls him on the comm, informs him about two transports approaching the main gate, Sixers, not the Phoenix Group, no sign of hostile activity but with white flags painted on the sides, and the something shifts, falls into place like a missing piece of the puzzle.
From the balcony he watches, body tense and mind racing, as Mira and her people leave the vehicles, surrender without being ordered to. When Carter points at the open transport's door before reaching in to slowly help someone out, Taylor suddenly knows and in a split second he's down the stairs of the Command Center.
His Lieutenant has never looked more beautiful to him than she does now, tired and bruised, but alive, breathing, here with him.
Neither of them notices the others backing away until it's just him and her, hidden between the transports, the fading daylight bathing them in shades of gold and finally, after weeks of being trapped in shadows, he steps out of the darkness, led by the emotions glowing in Wash's amber eyes. In this moment, he vows to never let her go.
He takes her mouth in a savage kiss, wraps one arm around her waist to pull her close as he threads his fingers through her unbound hair. The taste of her on his lips, her scent around him and her warm skin under his fingertips - he's drowning in sensations, in her, and he still can't get enough, can't stop touching her. His hand drifts to the small of her back, slips beneath her tank top, fingers splaying low on her warm skin, and she trembles at the contact, hands clutching at his arms, nails digging into his skin.
Heat rises inside him, makes his blood burn as everything narrows down to the woman he's holding in his arms, and Taylor presses his lips harder against hers, groaning low as her mouth opens under the pressure, her tongue sliding along his. He guides her backwards and pins her to the side of the transport with the full length of his body, her soft curves fitting against his hard planes perfectly. Wash arches into him, moaning quietly, and her arms slide around his neck as she melts into his embrace.
His mouth leaves hers to travel down to the place where her shoulder meets her neck, lips and beard trailing over sensitive skin, and a shiver runs through her as his teeth graze a certain spot, a soft sigh echoing in the air, her fingers curling into his shirt. Taylor drags his lips up her throat, stops for a moment as he feels her pulse beating just beneath the surface, before raising his head to cover her mouth with his once more, lips moving over hers in a kiss laced with longing and need, deepening it for a long few seconds before drawing back.
He rests his forehead against hers, brushes the backs of his fingers over her flushed cheek, and when his eyes meet hers, the love shining in them robs him of breath and words. But then again, they never really needed words. Taylor simply touches his mouth to her, reaches for her hand and entwines their fingers.
I love you, too.
ooo
It is Doc Shannon, who quietly reminds them that the Lieutenant has to go to the hospital and Taylor stays with Wash as long as he can, not willing to part with her so soon again. He waits beside the examination table as she's scanned, a hand on her shoulder, his thumb slowly rubbing back and forth across her skin, calming his ever-present need to touch her, to be sure she's real and not a figment of his imagination. Wash seems to crave the constant contact as much as he does, relaxes further into his caress, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. When he can no longer put off the meeting with Mira and Carter, Taylor slides his hand down her bare arm and gently squeezes her fingers before leaning in to kiss her forehead. It's not a goodbye, it's a soon.
She is kept for observation for the next few days as per doctor's orders and while they both now it is necessary, it's still driving them out of their minds. That one moment of pure bliss was not enough and now they want more, their bodies humming with suppressed passion, flaring hot whenever he visits her. They begin teasing each other, a heated glance here (him) and her eyes flash golden in response, a feather-light touch there (her) and his body tightens in anticipation.
On the evening of the fifth day, Wash is finally allowed to leave and Taylor waits for her outside of the hospital, his gaze dark and intense. He steps forward and offers her his hand, not as the Commander to his Lieutenant but as a man in love to the woman who holds his heart. When she places her hand in his, fingers gripping his tightly, her eyes alight with desire, Taylor knows one day is here at last.