Long Time No See (2/2)
Title: Long Time No See (2/2)
Character/Pairing: Miles Taylor/Alicia Washington
Word Count: 6045
Rating: NC-17
Spoiler alert: Post-series one
Summary: There were few things in his life he was more proud of than his ability to affect Alicia Washington so viscerally, to reduce her an indolent heap of pleasure.
Author's Note: So so sorry that this part took a long time to get out. It was... problematic. And wordy. Yes.
This is, essentially, just a ridiculously long piece of PWP. So bear that in mind...
Alicia entered the room properly, shutting the door behind her without a sound. And, while she knew that no one with them would ever dare bother Miles at night, she activated the lock just in case. The clunk of metal sliding home was something she couldn't avoid and she winced as it sounded impossibly loud in the quiet room. Miles shifted in response, arm pulling in tight as he turned onto his side. He was stirring now, back to the far less deep sleep that all soldiers knew well. Which meant she had to work fast.
She removed her boots and shoes, unfastened her fatigues and let them fall to the ground in a matter of seconds. Stepping out of them, she pulled her tank over her head and it landed carelessly on the floor beside them. Down to her underwear, Alicia stole closer to the bed, easing herself up onto the end of it without Miles shifting more. She paused, listened to his breathing and heard it uneven, not the careful rhythm that would suggest slumber. So, he was awake.
And, apparently, waiting for her next move.
She grinned, crawling up the bed and coming to rest hovering over his body, her hips just slightly below his own. She looked down at his face, saw the corner of his mouth twitching with amusement and reached out for his shoulder to turn him onto his back beneath her.
"Lieutenant." He drawled, his voice as thick and delicious as honey.
Alicia lowered herself until their torsos pressed together, bringing her arms to cross over his upper chest. She rested her chin on the back of her hands, settling her hips more firmly over his own; no hard pressure beneath her. Yet. "Colonel. Did I wake you?" She asked, the affected concern tripping easily from her lips.
He shrugged as best he could with her atop him. "Didn't see there was much to wait up for."
Alicia scoffed, rocking her still-clothed heat over the sheet between them until he groaned - she knew he was naked beneath it, he rarely slept any other way when he was assured of his safety, especially when she was around. "Really, sir?"
"Fancy trying to change my mind?"
Miles watched as a slow, taunting smile crossed her lips. Considered for the first time that maybe she might have come in here with a plan. Couldn't quite find it within himself to worry too much - it was hardly likely to turn out badly for him. But he was loathe to give away the upper hand without having made the decision to do so.
Alicia's arms uncrossed from his chest as she sat up above him, Miles lifted his own to come to rest on her lower back, before skirting up and undoing the clasp on her bra. She smiled, almost serenely as she let the material fall from her body and groaned when his warm hands covered her newly-exposed skin. Then she gently pushed him away, grabbed the sheet and slowly started to draw it down as she shifted lower on the bed.
She moved with unsurprising grace as she removed the covering from over his body and from under herself, leaving her seated just below his knees. Knowing it infuriated her he pulled his arms up to rest behind his head, emphasising the muscles as he raised one eyebrow at her in a silent challenge. She looked between his half-hard length and his face which such delicious heat in her eyes that he doubted the former would be much of a problem for long.
When she leant forward it was an effort to keep his eyes open against the building anticipation in his chest, but the pressure eased when her lips instead met the strong muscle of his thigh. She nipped at the skin her mouth found, her tongue tracing a path up to his pelvis. She sucked a hard, sharp point at the line of his hip and it took all his mental strength not to arch into her mouth. He was rewarded with a wicked, pleased grin from the woman above him.
Miles was well aware she could have continued to tease him and likely would have if he'd reacted in any other way to her initial attempt. Instead her lips moved over to the base of him, tongue sneaking out to taste and he groaned; he'd missed this. With a combination of her lips, tongue and hands (and, god, just the smallest graze of her teeth every now and again) she brought him to full readiness. With one hand circled around the base of his erection Wash licked the very tip of him before sitting up slightly.
Her hand played up and down his length lazily as she watched him, knowing herself to be in full control at that moment. She lifted up, free hand falling to rest next to his torso as she leaned over him. Her mouth, her so very talented mouth, met his skin just beneath his pectorals, traced the lines and dips of his muscle definition before running along the length of his sternum to kiss him, hard. The hand around him squeezed on its route up and he grunted into her mouth, feeling her smile against his lips.
"Stop playing, lieutenant." He growled in warning when she broke away, chewing on her own lip to hide her triumphant smile.
Her look said it all, the message loud and clear as she moved back down: make me.
Which was perhaps the most impossible thing she could ever demand of him as her mouth engulfed him, bringing the length of him not covered by her hand into resistance-destroying heat. She applied the tiniest hint of suction as she lifted off of him, eyes flicking up to watch his face for all of a second before her attention was stolen again. She lowered back down and then slowly pulled up a second time with a hum of approval, placing an obscenely chaste kiss to the top of him which quickly escalated when her tongue flicked out to gather the pearl of liquid forming. He grimaced and let out a heavy groan over which he could barely hear her resulting chuckle.
"Thin walls, Colonel." She reminded him, and then she was taking him in once more.
Miles lifted his head from the pillow with great effort to look down at her, knowing his face was showing something terrifyingly akin to awe as his eyes met her warm brown gaze. Her lips quirked around him as her tongue swiped over hot skin and then she was, inexplicably, moving even further forward. He watched as his length sinfully disappeared into her mouth and her fingers slowly unwound from around him (this was a talent he wished he knew she possessed long ago). He felt the head of him nudge the back of her throat as she swallowed him down and fought the urge to climax from thought alone.
"Jesus, Wash." He groaned and his hands were no longer willing to remain inactive, coming as they did to tangle in her hair and hold her head almost reverentially.
She didn't move a great deal now, simply worked her throat and hummed around him while her hands roamed his skin, prodding and teasing at sensitive points she knew well. She adjusted to slip a quarter inch further down and his hands tightened, pulling at her hair and making her groan; the more forceful vibration racing through him and sending pleasure burning from the tip of his head right down to the soles of his feet.
All it took was one more swallow and he was done for, exploding with a ferocity that surprised them both. His guttural roar of completion wouldn't fail to reach the other occupants of the outpost and as much as the thought of Wash winning would normally destroy his ego, the sensations coursing through his body were too much to allow him to dwell on anything other than how fucking amazing he felt.
Whatever Wash was doing was completely lost on him until he felt her weight settle across his torso again and opened heavy eyes to see her grinning broadly at him. Once she had his attention she licked her lips, tongue darting out to capture a small dot of whiteness just below her bottom lip. She chuckled at whatever look graced his face at that tormenting image and in return he summoned his energy reserves to push up and flip them over until he lay heavily on top of her, head pillowed on her stomach.
"How long have we known each other Wash?" He asked, after what had to have been several minutes of silent recovery.
He hand came to rest on his head, tracing the scars there. "Twenty years."
"How is it that, in all that time, I didn't know you could do that?"
She laughed, the small jerky movements jostling him. "Do what, sir?"
He just nipped at her skin as retaliation. "Don't be a smartass."
"You love it." Wash murmured and god help him, she was right.
Instead of allowing this thought to linger Miles let his lips meet hers and found them still slick and delightfully just a little swollen from her previous activities. The heat of her mouth, the heat that had felt so good wrapped around him, felt even more delicious when probed with his tongue; hers eager and seeking him out.
As their mouths moved together - his lack of haste belying his desire to just have her, right that second - his hands started a slow path over her skin. He started at her hands, linking their fingers together and pulling them up, pressing his weight down through his arms to hold them beside her head. She moaned a little at his display of force, shifted her weight beneath him to better accommodate him above her. He squeezed, just the once, to indicate he wanted her to remain so and smiled when his hands roamed down her forearms and she did just that.
Her eyes snuck open as his palms flattened over her biceps; he watched her hands curl into fists, nails biting hard into her skin as she fought to keep still. He let his fingertips trace the musculature of her upper arms, before his hands skimmed over her chest to press hard against her shoulders. Wash pushed her lower body into him at his display of forceful strength and he felt his body begin to respond accordingly. But he could wait; this was all about her.
He inclined his head to deepen the kiss, swallowing her moans and sighs as his hands tracked over her sternum to cup her breasts in calloused hands. He felt the vibration of a growl starting in her chest, catching in her throat as he kneaded, ever so softly, nipping at her bottom lip as they took the opportunity to draw in much needed air. His mouth was back on hers when the thumb and forefinger of each hand tweaked her nipples simultaneously and her hips bucked against him. Interesting. He knew from experience that Wash went through varying cycles of what in particular turned her on and he'd managed to catch her right in the middle of his very favourite.
He tore his mouth away from hers, enjoyed her little mew of disappointment - unbidden, he knew. Such a sound she wouldn't allow herself if he weren't truly in the process of rendering her insensible. He couldn't help the curve to his lips as he kissed his way along her jaw, down her neck. He stopped at the skin where her neck met her shoulder, sucking in alternate hard and soft rhythms as his hands continued to play over pebbled peaks. He continued, mindless patterns coming to mind as his mouth switched to the opposite side of her throat, thoroughly abusing the skin there in equal measure. He pinched particularly hard at her right nipple and she gasped, pressing upwards into his touch. His favourite cycle and she wanted it rough. He really was the luckiest man alive.
He removed his hands from her skin, placed them beside her hips on the mattress and lowered himself fully against her so the bare skin of their chests rubbed against each other. He felt the sensitive peaks tighten even further as he slid down her body, thinking it must be bordering on painful for her as his mouth became level with her chest. He watched with wonder as her breasts rose and fell in front of his eyes with each heaving breath she took, looked up to see her brown eyes locked firmly on his face. Settling his weight on his knees he lowered his mouth to her skin.
Miles expected more of a reaction when he first circled the nipple of her left breast with the very tip of his tongue, before licking a broad strip over the entire area. He moved his mouth to the top curve of her breast, placed an open-mouthed kiss to it before sucking, pressing his teeth in and biting, just for a moment. This drew a strangled moan from her and he allowed his eyes to drift up to her face to see her bottom lip gripped firmly between her teeth. She was fighting against the need to be vocal, to express her enjoyment of his actions, let him know how intensely he was pleasing her. Unfair, he thought, given the volume of his own release just a short while before.
But, it was nothing more than another challenge, a situation to adapt to and overcome. He made sure Wash was watching before placing his thumb and two fingers in his mouth, circling them with his tongue to ensure they were wet and then reaching for her unattended breast. At the same moment he placed his mouth over the nipple of her left breast and bit down as he pinched, hard, at her right. Her reaction, while still contained, was far less reserved and he couldn't hold back a groan of his own at her pleasure in the sharp pain he inflicted on her. The noise vibrated through her and he heard another hitched gasp escape.
Switching breasts, he let a hand cover the entirety of her left; squeezing and teasing as his lips and teeth ravished her previously untouched skin. He caught her right nipple between his teeth and tugged, drawing something akin to a keen from her, a sound which once again got caught in her throat through sheer force of will, escaping only as a whine past her bitten lips. Her hands, still resting by her head were now curled into such tight fists that her fingers must be protesting; he could practically hear the joints creaking even over the sound of his blood rushing in his ears.
Miles knew if he continued with this - continued to torment her, taunt her, bring her enough pleasure to crack the control she was clinging to - he could most likely make her break without touching her anywhere else. He'd got close a couple of times in the past, hadn't had quite the same damn beautiful alignment of circumstances to allow him to reach that holy grail. And now he was going to pass that opportunity up, willingly, for a chance to force an even more desperate reaction from the woman beneath him.
When he finally shifted, his lips running down to press kisses to her stomach, over scars long-since healed and new marks that he hadn't had the chance to ask after, Wash grumbled, annoyed. He smirked, the tiniest of quirks to his lips, knowing now that his imagination of her reaction and the real truth of it were one and the same. She had been close. But now she had a chance to catch her breath before the second wave began.
Not that he was going to give her particularly long to do so. He moved off of her completely, gently easing her legs away from his body when she attempted to hook them around him and hold him to her. He tutted condescendingly at her and she huffed out a frustrated laugh, but there was a smile on her face. Kneeling just beyond her he gently lifted her legs until her feet were flat on the mattress, before pushing her knees apart, spreading her wide. He knew it wasn't the most mature thing to fixate upon but he loved how damn flexible she was. Didn't even flinch when her thighs hit the mattress and he leant forward, eyes on her the entire time.
He kept his hands on her thighs, holding her in place as he levelled his mouth with the material of her underwear and blew a hot stream of breath over the soaked black cotton. She whimpered, hips jutting up from the bed for just a moment before she regained control of her reactions. Miles slid his hands slowly along the soft warm skin of her thighs, letting one run up rest in the curve where leg met hip and essentially hold her down, while his other moved down to behind her knee to pull her limb higher. He then moved away from her heat to run his mouth over her inner thigh, letting his day-old beard rub her skin.
"Miles." She breathed, hand coming to rest gently on the back of his head and he smiled broadly against her, nipping in response to her nails scratching over his scalp.
He brought a hand to the damp material covering her, rubbing his knuckles harshly over it before letting two fingertips slip briefly underneath the elastic.
"Hmm?" He murmured against her skin, mostly as a distraction to stop himself delving into the teasing temptation of her heat.
Her nails tightened as his fingers retracted, back to just rubbing over the material. "With all due respect sir, are you actually going to do anything?" She breathed, laughter there but just out of reach as a pad of his finger passed over her clit.
He grinned. "Just for that, lieutenant, I'm going to make this last even longer." He promised, running both hands up to grip the sides of her underwear.
With aching slowness he began to tug them down over now-together thighs, pressing his tongue to each inch of exposed flesh; a swirl of wetness here and light suck of her skin there and by the time he had the material removed, she had a line down each inner thigh to her ankles as beautiful and slick as her newly-exposed core.
She looked down at him, still defiant, though the image was ruined slightly by her panted breathing. In response he just grasped her thighs, pulled them back open and spread her wide once again as he dived in to run one slow lick along the length of her.
The cry she let out was music to his ears, her earlier lip-biting long forgotten. As he circled her clit her reaction was once again muted and he looked up to see the back of her hand pressed to her mouth. He continued to tease with his tongue, never committing to an action for long. Licking and nipping at her wetness, he tasted her and relished the way it was him that did this to her, got the great, stoic, Alicia Washington on her back and desperate on a regular basis. He definitely hadn't done anything in his life to deserve the ability to say that.
And to be honest he wasn't sure that anything he could have done would warrant him being able to watch with eager eyes the way she was now biting her fist to stop the cries escaping her throat. Determined to break her, now, he added his fingers to the mix, letting them circle her entrance but not slip inside as he nibbled her bundle of nerves.
She let out a growl of frustration as her release remained achingly out of reach, and it was only once he slipped first one, then a second finger inside her that she started to build up to it once more. Her hips rocked back against his probing, the way he scissored his fingers within her made her back arch upwards as the hand that wasn't occupying her mouth came down to tease over her nipples.
He grinned at her tending to herself - normally he'd take pleasure in demanding she stayed still, not help herself along but tonight was all about getting her to her orgasm, as frequently and as audibly as possible. So he redoubled his efforts, fingers pumping faster as he gripped her clit between his teeth and tugged on it, laving over the trapped skin with his tongue.
Her subsequent release could only have been more spectacular if she'd been able to let go as she normally would. Instead she buried her teeth in her hand hard enough to nearly break the skin and her scream (normally resonating so blissfully in his ears) was strangled to something akin to a dull, broken moan.
Which, in this little competition they had going on, was just not good enough.
So he kept going, kept letting his tongue play over her clit. She whimpered, hands coming down to his shoulders in order to push him away. He removed his fingers from her, using both hands to pull hers away from him and place them flat on the bed. One stern look from him and she was clutching the sheets while he pushed hard to pin her hips to the bed.
All without ceasing his mouth's assault on her.
"Miles, please." She moaned, and he could hear the crinkle of cotton as her hands fisted hard on either side of him.
He pulled back just enough to talk. "Please what?"
"Please, stop." She whined, then whimpered when he did the exact opposite. "Let me... I need..."
She trailed off as she sensed there was really nothing she could say to make him cease his attention to her at this point. He'd done this before, worked her to such a frenzy that she couldn't remember her own name; but not with such intention behind it, not with the desire to break her in retaliation for how she had him.
Her second orgasm snuck up on her. Her entire body pulled tight, her legs snapping to clench against his sides and her back bowing under the force of the release. She cried out, hands too far away to muffle it, and the sound was getting closer to what he was searching for. When she collapsed back against the mattress he removed his restraining hands from her, smirking a little when he saw small bruises forming where he'd had to work especially hard to hold her steady.
He knew, deep down, that to continue now was almost cruel and completely contrary to his intentions; she was so over-sensitised that the slightest touch would border on pain and she must be close to losing the ability to make noise beyond whimpers and needy little moans. But that didn't stop him from plunging two fingers deep into her as his mouth met her slick skin once more. He searched for the spot that would normally make her back arch and her voice cry as she thrust back into his touch. When he found it this time he pulled his mouth away from her and watched his fingers disappear into her over and over, stroking calloused fingers across the area that made her shatter with striking inevitability. When she did reach her peak for a third time there was no indication beyond the high-pitched catch of her breath and the way her muscles clamped down on him, pulsing around him with none of the weariness she so outwardly displayed.
Sitting back on his heels he looked down at her now, boneless beneath him, a direct result of his assault on her and couldn't hold back a smirk. There were few things in his life he was more proud of than his ability to affect Alicia Washington so viscerally, to reduce her an indolent heap of pleasure; her head lolling to the side, her eyes closed and her mouth twisted in a smile the combination of amusement and exhaustion.
He crawled up over her, chuckling slightly when the woman below him found enough energy to loop her legs around the back of his thighs and secure him between her legs.
He lowered his hips to hers and cursed at how damn good her wetness felt against him. He slid along her heat, his previous actions both easing the way and enhancing his pleasure at the motion. When the tip of his length met her sensitive clit she groaned, tilting her head back so she was looking directly at him, had she the energy to open her eyes.
He rocked his hips against her, teasing both her and himself, smiling when her forehead creased and she shifted underneath him - to get closer or further from him he wasn't sure. He grinned, ducking his head to capture her lips and barely getting a response.
"What do you want lieutenant?" He murmured in her ear, punctuating his questions with another press of his tip to her bundle of nerves, a course of action that was fast driving him insane, let alone her.
"You. " She purred, arching up into him with what little strength she had left.
"Where?" He questioned, length sliding back down to probe at her entrance.
Her eyes snapped open at his teasing and he was treated to a glare that would put the fear of God in a lesser man. "Inside me, you son of a bitch."
Were he a stronger man in this moment - no, make that a more foolish man - he would have drawn it out further, wound her up even tighter, called her on her technical insubordination. But her weary limbs were finding their strength around his thighs, her glare always galvanised his spirit and her taste was still heady in his mouth. The combination defied his resistance and without warning he penetrated her, his simple forceful action sending her straight up to the edge once more.
She teetered precariously on the edge of her fourth explosion of pleasure, eyes fixed firmly on his. With no indication of his intentions, Miles rolled them until she was on top; her hands flew to his stomach and the pressure of her steadying hands made his breath rush out of his lungs with a chuckle.
Her thighs tightened on either side of his hips, a quizzical look crossed her face even as she began to slowly roll her hips against him."Sir?" She asked. When he remained resolutely still beneath her, she smiled. "Orders, sir?"
Miles grinned, easing her hands up to rest on his upper chest, forcing her to lean over him. Time to see how easy the resolution of his plan would be. "Let go, Wash."
She frowned, not immediately getting his meaning. Then it dawned, clear as day on her face and her hips stilled. "And if I don't?"
"There are other ways, lieutenant." Miles shrugged. "Not sure you want me to use them."
Her eyes narrowed, sizing him up. Judging the seriousness of his threat. Whether there was any way she could get out of this with her dignity in tact.
Whether she wanted to.
Miles watched her face as the emotions passed over it; the decision being made would colour not only the rest of their night but the rest of her time here. Would she allow him this triumph, allow herself the ultimate release, if it meant enhancing the knowledge the soldiers and scientists in the outpost no doubt already possessed?
When her hips slowly resumed their motion against him, tempo increasing in just the right increments to drive them both steadily insane, he had his answer.
"That's it, let go." He murmured, one hand curling over her hip as the other reached up to tangle in her hair. "Let go for me, Wash."
She gasped as the grip of both hands tightened, forcing herself down on him particularly harshly. "You are such a smug pain in the ass."
His response was to let the hand on her hip slide back to squeeze hard at her ass, guiding her movements over him for a brief moment. "Mmm, the very best kind though."
She laughed, nails scratching over the slick skin of his chest as she lifted herself off. "So proud of yourself Colonel...ah!" She trailed off with a sharp cry as his hand tugged her hair, craning her neck back when he started to thrust up into her.
"Give me a reason not to be." He returned, tempted to flip them over but needing her to bring her own orgasm, even if it was under his guidance.
A dark chuckle was his reply. "You know I can't do that. That's where the smug part comes in."
Miles smirked, pulling her down to crush their lips together, if only to shut her up. "Don't remember you being this goddamn talkative." He said when he let her go and she pushed up to brace herself against his chest once more.
A shoulder lifted in a shrug. "You told me to let go."
He traced his hands over her stomach, moving up to cup her breasts and tweak the nipples, kneading at the same rhythm as her hips. "Not what I meant."
Her grin was positively wicked. "I know."
Miles sensed his control of the situation fast slipping way, so let one hand run down to where they were joined, skimming fingertips over her swollen clit once more. She struggled to get in enough air as he continued his assault on her; lifting and thrusting back down, circling her hips with greater force, greater speed.
"Christ, Wash." He groaned, feeling his own release approaching like a damn tidal wave. "You're a lot of work."
She barked out a laugh, surprised, and it was enough distraction to allow him to mount one final attack, thrusting up hard into her as one hand pinched her clit and the other rolled her nipple between unforgiving fingers.
She went still for all of a second before her head fell back and a wanton cry escaped her lips, broadcasting her pleasure, the moment of her breaking, to the entire outpost. Miles followed her swiftly, unable to hold back at the moment of his retribution. His moan mingled with her elation and together they came down from their high, Alicia falling to rest against his chest, head tucked into the crook of his neck.
Miles allowed them to stay like that until the chill in the air became too much to bear. With a laugh he rolled Alicia's limp form off of him (slowly, as it was just as much of an effort for him to move). He didn't protest when she curled up beside him, but did stall at the sight of splotched redness on her chest. Checking her over for the source of the blood his eye was caught by his own chest.
Looking down he saw ten perfect half moon shapes spaced over his pecs, each one with blood beading along the tiny wound. He laughed, swiping a finger over one that hadn't been disturbed by Wash collapsing on top of him.
"What's so funny?" Alicia muttered sleepily from beside him.
He moved his hand to present his blood-stained finger to her. "Gotta do something about your claws, Wash."
In response she took his hand and gently ran her tongue over the blood, before leaning over him to clean the marks she'd left behind. She moaned as she caught his eye and saw what he expected was a slow-burning lust there (because damn if that wasn't the hottest thing he'd ever seen).
He reached for her and pulled her up, clashing their lips together to taste the coppery tang of his own blood on her lips; finding it oddly arousing if he only had the energy to follow through. But then Alicia broke away with a smile before settling beside him, effectively taking the issue away.
"Call it even?" She murmured, clearly on the route into slumber.
He chuckled, pulling her closer. "Deal."
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A Sunday morning was no time to be doing paperwork, but when such time was normally spent in bed with your very attractive second, whiling away your precious spare time in the pleasures of each other's body... well, nothing else really compared. So, for Nathaniel, paperwork it was.
He'd already been visited by both Jim and the good doctor that morning (separately, yet he suspected some coordination) and it was barely oh-nine-hundred. It was... touching, in a way. That the colony, post the Phoenix Group and all of its associated events, was so concerned over his ability to function without Wash around, even if she was only a hundred klicks away (rather than anywhere... worse). But no matter how many times he proved to them that he didn't fall apart without her, still the checking up on him continued. He sighed, shook his head with a small smile of contentment and looked down at the plex in his hand once more. He really couldn't complain.
And besides. He had no real reason to worry in the first place, not in the way they seemed to expect. If anyone knew how to make sure nothing happened to Wash with anything near the obsessive care he himself now employed, it was Miles. He carefully didn't dwell on quite how well he'd be looking after her - five days of such thoughts would surely lead to madness - but he knew there was no cause for concern.
Just as he felt himself become engrossed by the report in front of him his comm device chirped with Wash's ident.
"Commander, Lieutenant Washington reporting in."
He frowned at the small device, picking it up and checking the signal quality readout. Wash's voice came through sounding almost... distorted. Crackly. One of the things they'd worked on after the portal had closed was better communications over long distances and that definitely shouldn't have happened. His display revealed full strength signal.
"Sir?" Her voice came again, and now that the device was closer to his ears he could determine there was no background noise to indicate a bad line. It was only in her voice.
"Wash, good to hear from you. Anything wrong?"
He could almost hear her frown. "Nothing, sir. Why do you ask?"
Nathaniel felt a slow smile forming as she spoke a longer sentence. There was no distortion at all; Wash was losing her voice. The words came out slightly croaky, from a well-used throat. He chuckled before activating the comm again. "Big night Wash?"
Nathaniel heard laughter from somewhere in the room with Wash, heard her mutter what sounded like 'not you too' before the laughing abruptly stopped at the sound of something heavy colliding with a metal wall.
"Could say that sir." She said with diplomatic grace, despite the fact that her voice broke over his title. "Anything we need to know about regarding the colony?"
"Not right now." Nathaniel said, placing down the plex and folding his arm across his stomach. "Anything at your end?"
"No sir, we'll be initiating the mission today, sir." He just about made out - further use of her voice clearly wasn't helping.
He smiled as he pictured her, glowing from the responsibility of command, free from the trappings of the colony's command structure to do as she saw fit. She was never more beautiful to him than in moments such as that, and he hoped Miles had the sense to drink her in rather than interfere.
"Well then, Wash. As you were." He said.
"You heard the man, Wash." Nathaniel heard his brother say, swiftly followed by the unmistakable sound of an elbow impacting with a gut.
"Thank you sir. I'll check in again same time tomorrow."
Nathaniel smiled. "Wash? Be careful."
She paused, noting the real meaning behind his words. A smile would be forming on her face as she replied. "You too, sir."
← Chapter One ↑↓
Character/Pairing: Miles Taylor/Alicia Washington
Word Count: 6045
Rating: NC-17
Spoiler alert: Post-series one
Summary: There were few things in his life he was more proud of than his ability to affect Alicia Washington so viscerally, to reduce her an indolent heap of pleasure.
Author's Note: So so sorry that this part took a long time to get out. It was... problematic. And wordy. Yes.
This is, essentially, just a ridiculously long piece of PWP. So bear that in mind...
Alicia entered the room properly, shutting the door behind her without a sound. And, while she knew that no one with them would ever dare bother Miles at night, she activated the lock just in case. The clunk of metal sliding home was something she couldn't avoid and she winced as it sounded impossibly loud in the quiet room. Miles shifted in response, arm pulling in tight as he turned onto his side. He was stirring now, back to the far less deep sleep that all soldiers knew well. Which meant she had to work fast.
She removed her boots and shoes, unfastened her fatigues and let them fall to the ground in a matter of seconds. Stepping out of them, she pulled her tank over her head and it landed carelessly on the floor beside them. Down to her underwear, Alicia stole closer to the bed, easing herself up onto the end of it without Miles shifting more. She paused, listened to his breathing and heard it uneven, not the careful rhythm that would suggest slumber. So, he was awake.
And, apparently, waiting for her next move.
She grinned, crawling up the bed and coming to rest hovering over his body, her hips just slightly below his own. She looked down at his face, saw the corner of his mouth twitching with amusement and reached out for his shoulder to turn him onto his back beneath her.
"Lieutenant." He drawled, his voice as thick and delicious as honey.
Alicia lowered herself until their torsos pressed together, bringing her arms to cross over his upper chest. She rested her chin on the back of her hands, settling her hips more firmly over his own; no hard pressure beneath her. Yet. "Colonel. Did I wake you?" She asked, the affected concern tripping easily from her lips.
He shrugged as best he could with her atop him. "Didn't see there was much to wait up for."
Alicia scoffed, rocking her still-clothed heat over the sheet between them until he groaned - she knew he was naked beneath it, he rarely slept any other way when he was assured of his safety, especially when she was around. "Really, sir?"
"Fancy trying to change my mind?"
Miles watched as a slow, taunting smile crossed her lips. Considered for the first time that maybe she might have come in here with a plan. Couldn't quite find it within himself to worry too much - it was hardly likely to turn out badly for him. But he was loathe to give away the upper hand without having made the decision to do so.
Alicia's arms uncrossed from his chest as she sat up above him, Miles lifted his own to come to rest on her lower back, before skirting up and undoing the clasp on her bra. She smiled, almost serenely as she let the material fall from her body and groaned when his warm hands covered her newly-exposed skin. Then she gently pushed him away, grabbed the sheet and slowly started to draw it down as she shifted lower on the bed.
She moved with unsurprising grace as she removed the covering from over his body and from under herself, leaving her seated just below his knees. Knowing it infuriated her he pulled his arms up to rest behind his head, emphasising the muscles as he raised one eyebrow at her in a silent challenge. She looked between his half-hard length and his face which such delicious heat in her eyes that he doubted the former would be much of a problem for long.
When she leant forward it was an effort to keep his eyes open against the building anticipation in his chest, but the pressure eased when her lips instead met the strong muscle of his thigh. She nipped at the skin her mouth found, her tongue tracing a path up to his pelvis. She sucked a hard, sharp point at the line of his hip and it took all his mental strength not to arch into her mouth. He was rewarded with a wicked, pleased grin from the woman above him.
Miles was well aware she could have continued to tease him and likely would have if he'd reacted in any other way to her initial attempt. Instead her lips moved over to the base of him, tongue sneaking out to taste and he groaned; he'd missed this. With a combination of her lips, tongue and hands (and, god, just the smallest graze of her teeth every now and again) she brought him to full readiness. With one hand circled around the base of his erection Wash licked the very tip of him before sitting up slightly.
Her hand played up and down his length lazily as she watched him, knowing herself to be in full control at that moment. She lifted up, free hand falling to rest next to his torso as she leaned over him. Her mouth, her so very talented mouth, met his skin just beneath his pectorals, traced the lines and dips of his muscle definition before running along the length of his sternum to kiss him, hard. The hand around him squeezed on its route up and he grunted into her mouth, feeling her smile against his lips.
"Stop playing, lieutenant." He growled in warning when she broke away, chewing on her own lip to hide her triumphant smile.
Her look said it all, the message loud and clear as she moved back down: make me.
Which was perhaps the most impossible thing she could ever demand of him as her mouth engulfed him, bringing the length of him not covered by her hand into resistance-destroying heat. She applied the tiniest hint of suction as she lifted off of him, eyes flicking up to watch his face for all of a second before her attention was stolen again. She lowered back down and then slowly pulled up a second time with a hum of approval, placing an obscenely chaste kiss to the top of him which quickly escalated when her tongue flicked out to gather the pearl of liquid forming. He grimaced and let out a heavy groan over which he could barely hear her resulting chuckle.
"Thin walls, Colonel." She reminded him, and then she was taking him in once more.
Miles lifted his head from the pillow with great effort to look down at her, knowing his face was showing something terrifyingly akin to awe as his eyes met her warm brown gaze. Her lips quirked around him as her tongue swiped over hot skin and then she was, inexplicably, moving even further forward. He watched as his length sinfully disappeared into her mouth and her fingers slowly unwound from around him (this was a talent he wished he knew she possessed long ago). He felt the head of him nudge the back of her throat as she swallowed him down and fought the urge to climax from thought alone.
"Jesus, Wash." He groaned and his hands were no longer willing to remain inactive, coming as they did to tangle in her hair and hold her head almost reverentially.
She didn't move a great deal now, simply worked her throat and hummed around him while her hands roamed his skin, prodding and teasing at sensitive points she knew well. She adjusted to slip a quarter inch further down and his hands tightened, pulling at her hair and making her groan; the more forceful vibration racing through him and sending pleasure burning from the tip of his head right down to the soles of his feet.
All it took was one more swallow and he was done for, exploding with a ferocity that surprised them both. His guttural roar of completion wouldn't fail to reach the other occupants of the outpost and as much as the thought of Wash winning would normally destroy his ego, the sensations coursing through his body were too much to allow him to dwell on anything other than how fucking amazing he felt.
Whatever Wash was doing was completely lost on him until he felt her weight settle across his torso again and opened heavy eyes to see her grinning broadly at him. Once she had his attention she licked her lips, tongue darting out to capture a small dot of whiteness just below her bottom lip. She chuckled at whatever look graced his face at that tormenting image and in return he summoned his energy reserves to push up and flip them over until he lay heavily on top of her, head pillowed on her stomach.
"How long have we known each other Wash?" He asked, after what had to have been several minutes of silent recovery.
He hand came to rest on his head, tracing the scars there. "Twenty years."
"How is it that, in all that time, I didn't know you could do that?"
She laughed, the small jerky movements jostling him. "Do what, sir?"
He just nipped at her skin as retaliation. "Don't be a smartass."
"You love it." Wash murmured and god help him, she was right.
Instead of allowing this thought to linger Miles let his lips meet hers and found them still slick and delightfully just a little swollen from her previous activities. The heat of her mouth, the heat that had felt so good wrapped around him, felt even more delicious when probed with his tongue; hers eager and seeking him out.
As their mouths moved together - his lack of haste belying his desire to just have her, right that second - his hands started a slow path over her skin. He started at her hands, linking their fingers together and pulling them up, pressing his weight down through his arms to hold them beside her head. She moaned a little at his display of force, shifted her weight beneath him to better accommodate him above her. He squeezed, just the once, to indicate he wanted her to remain so and smiled when his hands roamed down her forearms and she did just that.
Her eyes snuck open as his palms flattened over her biceps; he watched her hands curl into fists, nails biting hard into her skin as she fought to keep still. He let his fingertips trace the musculature of her upper arms, before his hands skimmed over her chest to press hard against her shoulders. Wash pushed her lower body into him at his display of forceful strength and he felt his body begin to respond accordingly. But he could wait; this was all about her.
He inclined his head to deepen the kiss, swallowing her moans and sighs as his hands tracked over her sternum to cup her breasts in calloused hands. He felt the vibration of a growl starting in her chest, catching in her throat as he kneaded, ever so softly, nipping at her bottom lip as they took the opportunity to draw in much needed air. His mouth was back on hers when the thumb and forefinger of each hand tweaked her nipples simultaneously and her hips bucked against him. Interesting. He knew from experience that Wash went through varying cycles of what in particular turned her on and he'd managed to catch her right in the middle of his very favourite.
He tore his mouth away from hers, enjoyed her little mew of disappointment - unbidden, he knew. Such a sound she wouldn't allow herself if he weren't truly in the process of rendering her insensible. He couldn't help the curve to his lips as he kissed his way along her jaw, down her neck. He stopped at the skin where her neck met her shoulder, sucking in alternate hard and soft rhythms as his hands continued to play over pebbled peaks. He continued, mindless patterns coming to mind as his mouth switched to the opposite side of her throat, thoroughly abusing the skin there in equal measure. He pinched particularly hard at her right nipple and she gasped, pressing upwards into his touch. His favourite cycle and she wanted it rough. He really was the luckiest man alive.
He removed his hands from her skin, placed them beside her hips on the mattress and lowered himself fully against her so the bare skin of their chests rubbed against each other. He felt the sensitive peaks tighten even further as he slid down her body, thinking it must be bordering on painful for her as his mouth became level with her chest. He watched with wonder as her breasts rose and fell in front of his eyes with each heaving breath she took, looked up to see her brown eyes locked firmly on his face. Settling his weight on his knees he lowered his mouth to her skin.
Miles expected more of a reaction when he first circled the nipple of her left breast with the very tip of his tongue, before licking a broad strip over the entire area. He moved his mouth to the top curve of her breast, placed an open-mouthed kiss to it before sucking, pressing his teeth in and biting, just for a moment. This drew a strangled moan from her and he allowed his eyes to drift up to her face to see her bottom lip gripped firmly between her teeth. She was fighting against the need to be vocal, to express her enjoyment of his actions, let him know how intensely he was pleasing her. Unfair, he thought, given the volume of his own release just a short while before.
But, it was nothing more than another challenge, a situation to adapt to and overcome. He made sure Wash was watching before placing his thumb and two fingers in his mouth, circling them with his tongue to ensure they were wet and then reaching for her unattended breast. At the same moment he placed his mouth over the nipple of her left breast and bit down as he pinched, hard, at her right. Her reaction, while still contained, was far less reserved and he couldn't hold back a groan of his own at her pleasure in the sharp pain he inflicted on her. The noise vibrated through her and he heard another hitched gasp escape.
Switching breasts, he let a hand cover the entirety of her left; squeezing and teasing as his lips and teeth ravished her previously untouched skin. He caught her right nipple between his teeth and tugged, drawing something akin to a keen from her, a sound which once again got caught in her throat through sheer force of will, escaping only as a whine past her bitten lips. Her hands, still resting by her head were now curled into such tight fists that her fingers must be protesting; he could practically hear the joints creaking even over the sound of his blood rushing in his ears.
Miles knew if he continued with this - continued to torment her, taunt her, bring her enough pleasure to crack the control she was clinging to - he could most likely make her break without touching her anywhere else. He'd got close a couple of times in the past, hadn't had quite the same damn beautiful alignment of circumstances to allow him to reach that holy grail. And now he was going to pass that opportunity up, willingly, for a chance to force an even more desperate reaction from the woman beneath him.
When he finally shifted, his lips running down to press kisses to her stomach, over scars long-since healed and new marks that he hadn't had the chance to ask after, Wash grumbled, annoyed. He smirked, the tiniest of quirks to his lips, knowing now that his imagination of her reaction and the real truth of it were one and the same. She had been close. But now she had a chance to catch her breath before the second wave began.
Not that he was going to give her particularly long to do so. He moved off of her completely, gently easing her legs away from his body when she attempted to hook them around him and hold him to her. He tutted condescendingly at her and she huffed out a frustrated laugh, but there was a smile on her face. Kneeling just beyond her he gently lifted her legs until her feet were flat on the mattress, before pushing her knees apart, spreading her wide. He knew it wasn't the most mature thing to fixate upon but he loved how damn flexible she was. Didn't even flinch when her thighs hit the mattress and he leant forward, eyes on her the entire time.
He kept his hands on her thighs, holding her in place as he levelled his mouth with the material of her underwear and blew a hot stream of breath over the soaked black cotton. She whimpered, hips jutting up from the bed for just a moment before she regained control of her reactions. Miles slid his hands slowly along the soft warm skin of her thighs, letting one run up rest in the curve where leg met hip and essentially hold her down, while his other moved down to behind her knee to pull her limb higher. He then moved away from her heat to run his mouth over her inner thigh, letting his day-old beard rub her skin.
"Miles." She breathed, hand coming to rest gently on the back of his head and he smiled broadly against her, nipping in response to her nails scratching over his scalp.
He brought a hand to the damp material covering her, rubbing his knuckles harshly over it before letting two fingertips slip briefly underneath the elastic.
"Hmm?" He murmured against her skin, mostly as a distraction to stop himself delving into the teasing temptation of her heat.
Her nails tightened as his fingers retracted, back to just rubbing over the material. "With all due respect sir, are you actually going to do anything?" She breathed, laughter there but just out of reach as a pad of his finger passed over her clit.
He grinned. "Just for that, lieutenant, I'm going to make this last even longer." He promised, running both hands up to grip the sides of her underwear.
With aching slowness he began to tug them down over now-together thighs, pressing his tongue to each inch of exposed flesh; a swirl of wetness here and light suck of her skin there and by the time he had the material removed, she had a line down each inner thigh to her ankles as beautiful and slick as her newly-exposed core.
She looked down at him, still defiant, though the image was ruined slightly by her panted breathing. In response he just grasped her thighs, pulled them back open and spread her wide once again as he dived in to run one slow lick along the length of her.
The cry she let out was music to his ears, her earlier lip-biting long forgotten. As he circled her clit her reaction was once again muted and he looked up to see the back of her hand pressed to her mouth. He continued to tease with his tongue, never committing to an action for long. Licking and nipping at her wetness, he tasted her and relished the way it was him that did this to her, got the great, stoic, Alicia Washington on her back and desperate on a regular basis. He definitely hadn't done anything in his life to deserve the ability to say that.
And to be honest he wasn't sure that anything he could have done would warrant him being able to watch with eager eyes the way she was now biting her fist to stop the cries escaping her throat. Determined to break her, now, he added his fingers to the mix, letting them circle her entrance but not slip inside as he nibbled her bundle of nerves.
She let out a growl of frustration as her release remained achingly out of reach, and it was only once he slipped first one, then a second finger inside her that she started to build up to it once more. Her hips rocked back against his probing, the way he scissored his fingers within her made her back arch upwards as the hand that wasn't occupying her mouth came down to tease over her nipples.
He grinned at her tending to herself - normally he'd take pleasure in demanding she stayed still, not help herself along but tonight was all about getting her to her orgasm, as frequently and as audibly as possible. So he redoubled his efforts, fingers pumping faster as he gripped her clit between his teeth and tugged on it, laving over the trapped skin with his tongue.
Her subsequent release could only have been more spectacular if she'd been able to let go as she normally would. Instead she buried her teeth in her hand hard enough to nearly break the skin and her scream (normally resonating so blissfully in his ears) was strangled to something akin to a dull, broken moan.
Which, in this little competition they had going on, was just not good enough.
So he kept going, kept letting his tongue play over her clit. She whimpered, hands coming down to his shoulders in order to push him away. He removed his fingers from her, using both hands to pull hers away from him and place them flat on the bed. One stern look from him and she was clutching the sheets while he pushed hard to pin her hips to the bed.
All without ceasing his mouth's assault on her.
"Miles, please." She moaned, and he could hear the crinkle of cotton as her hands fisted hard on either side of him.
He pulled back just enough to talk. "Please what?"
"Please, stop." She whined, then whimpered when he did the exact opposite. "Let me... I need..."
She trailed off as she sensed there was really nothing she could say to make him cease his attention to her at this point. He'd done this before, worked her to such a frenzy that she couldn't remember her own name; but not with such intention behind it, not with the desire to break her in retaliation for how she had him.
Her second orgasm snuck up on her. Her entire body pulled tight, her legs snapping to clench against his sides and her back bowing under the force of the release. She cried out, hands too far away to muffle it, and the sound was getting closer to what he was searching for. When she collapsed back against the mattress he removed his restraining hands from her, smirking a little when he saw small bruises forming where he'd had to work especially hard to hold her steady.
He knew, deep down, that to continue now was almost cruel and completely contrary to his intentions; she was so over-sensitised that the slightest touch would border on pain and she must be close to losing the ability to make noise beyond whimpers and needy little moans. But that didn't stop him from plunging two fingers deep into her as his mouth met her slick skin once more. He searched for the spot that would normally make her back arch and her voice cry as she thrust back into his touch. When he found it this time he pulled his mouth away from her and watched his fingers disappear into her over and over, stroking calloused fingers across the area that made her shatter with striking inevitability. When she did reach her peak for a third time there was no indication beyond the high-pitched catch of her breath and the way her muscles clamped down on him, pulsing around him with none of the weariness she so outwardly displayed.
Sitting back on his heels he looked down at her now, boneless beneath him, a direct result of his assault on her and couldn't hold back a smirk. There were few things in his life he was more proud of than his ability to affect Alicia Washington so viscerally, to reduce her an indolent heap of pleasure; her head lolling to the side, her eyes closed and her mouth twisted in a smile the combination of amusement and exhaustion.
He crawled up over her, chuckling slightly when the woman below him found enough energy to loop her legs around the back of his thighs and secure him between her legs.
He lowered his hips to hers and cursed at how damn good her wetness felt against him. He slid along her heat, his previous actions both easing the way and enhancing his pleasure at the motion. When the tip of his length met her sensitive clit she groaned, tilting her head back so she was looking directly at him, had she the energy to open her eyes.
He rocked his hips against her, teasing both her and himself, smiling when her forehead creased and she shifted underneath him - to get closer or further from him he wasn't sure. He grinned, ducking his head to capture her lips and barely getting a response.
"What do you want lieutenant?" He murmured in her ear, punctuating his questions with another press of his tip to her bundle of nerves, a course of action that was fast driving him insane, let alone her.
"You. " She purred, arching up into him with what little strength she had left.
"Where?" He questioned, length sliding back down to probe at her entrance.
Her eyes snapped open at his teasing and he was treated to a glare that would put the fear of God in a lesser man. "Inside me, you son of a bitch."
Were he a stronger man in this moment - no, make that a more foolish man - he would have drawn it out further, wound her up even tighter, called her on her technical insubordination. But her weary limbs were finding their strength around his thighs, her glare always galvanised his spirit and her taste was still heady in his mouth. The combination defied his resistance and without warning he penetrated her, his simple forceful action sending her straight up to the edge once more.
She teetered precariously on the edge of her fourth explosion of pleasure, eyes fixed firmly on his. With no indication of his intentions, Miles rolled them until she was on top; her hands flew to his stomach and the pressure of her steadying hands made his breath rush out of his lungs with a chuckle.
Her thighs tightened on either side of his hips, a quizzical look crossed her face even as she began to slowly roll her hips against him."Sir?" She asked. When he remained resolutely still beneath her, she smiled. "Orders, sir?"
Miles grinned, easing her hands up to rest on his upper chest, forcing her to lean over him. Time to see how easy the resolution of his plan would be. "Let go, Wash."
She frowned, not immediately getting his meaning. Then it dawned, clear as day on her face and her hips stilled. "And if I don't?"
"There are other ways, lieutenant." Miles shrugged. "Not sure you want me to use them."
Her eyes narrowed, sizing him up. Judging the seriousness of his threat. Whether there was any way she could get out of this with her dignity in tact.
Whether she wanted to.
Miles watched her face as the emotions passed over it; the decision being made would colour not only the rest of their night but the rest of her time here. Would she allow him this triumph, allow herself the ultimate release, if it meant enhancing the knowledge the soldiers and scientists in the outpost no doubt already possessed?
When her hips slowly resumed their motion against him, tempo increasing in just the right increments to drive them both steadily insane, he had his answer.
"That's it, let go." He murmured, one hand curling over her hip as the other reached up to tangle in her hair. "Let go for me, Wash."
She gasped as the grip of both hands tightened, forcing herself down on him particularly harshly. "You are such a smug pain in the ass."
His response was to let the hand on her hip slide back to squeeze hard at her ass, guiding her movements over him for a brief moment. "Mmm, the very best kind though."
She laughed, nails scratching over the slick skin of his chest as she lifted herself off. "So proud of yourself Colonel...ah!" She trailed off with a sharp cry as his hand tugged her hair, craning her neck back when he started to thrust up into her.
"Give me a reason not to be." He returned, tempted to flip them over but needing her to bring her own orgasm, even if it was under his guidance.
A dark chuckle was his reply. "You know I can't do that. That's where the smug part comes in."
Miles smirked, pulling her down to crush their lips together, if only to shut her up. "Don't remember you being this goddamn talkative." He said when he let her go and she pushed up to brace herself against his chest once more.
A shoulder lifted in a shrug. "You told me to let go."
He traced his hands over her stomach, moving up to cup her breasts and tweak the nipples, kneading at the same rhythm as her hips. "Not what I meant."
Her grin was positively wicked. "I know."
Miles sensed his control of the situation fast slipping way, so let one hand run down to where they were joined, skimming fingertips over her swollen clit once more. She struggled to get in enough air as he continued his assault on her; lifting and thrusting back down, circling her hips with greater force, greater speed.
"Christ, Wash." He groaned, feeling his own release approaching like a damn tidal wave. "You're a lot of work."
She barked out a laugh, surprised, and it was enough distraction to allow him to mount one final attack, thrusting up hard into her as one hand pinched her clit and the other rolled her nipple between unforgiving fingers.
She went still for all of a second before her head fell back and a wanton cry escaped her lips, broadcasting her pleasure, the moment of her breaking, to the entire outpost. Miles followed her swiftly, unable to hold back at the moment of his retribution. His moan mingled with her elation and together they came down from their high, Alicia falling to rest against his chest, head tucked into the crook of his neck.
Miles allowed them to stay like that until the chill in the air became too much to bear. With a laugh he rolled Alicia's limp form off of him (slowly, as it was just as much of an effort for him to move). He didn't protest when she curled up beside him, but did stall at the sight of splotched redness on her chest. Checking her over for the source of the blood his eye was caught by his own chest.
Looking down he saw ten perfect half moon shapes spaced over his pecs, each one with blood beading along the tiny wound. He laughed, swiping a finger over one that hadn't been disturbed by Wash collapsing on top of him.
"What's so funny?" Alicia muttered sleepily from beside him.
He moved his hand to present his blood-stained finger to her. "Gotta do something about your claws, Wash."
In response she took his hand and gently ran her tongue over the blood, before leaning over him to clean the marks she'd left behind. She moaned as she caught his eye and saw what he expected was a slow-burning lust there (because damn if that wasn't the hottest thing he'd ever seen).
He reached for her and pulled her up, clashing their lips together to taste the coppery tang of his own blood on her lips; finding it oddly arousing if he only had the energy to follow through. But then Alicia broke away with a smile before settling beside him, effectively taking the issue away.
"Call it even?" She murmured, clearly on the route into slumber.
He chuckled, pulling her closer. "Deal."
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A Sunday morning was no time to be doing paperwork, but when such time was normally spent in bed with your very attractive second, whiling away your precious spare time in the pleasures of each other's body... well, nothing else really compared. So, for Nathaniel, paperwork it was.
He'd already been visited by both Jim and the good doctor that morning (separately, yet he suspected some coordination) and it was barely oh-nine-hundred. It was... touching, in a way. That the colony, post the Phoenix Group and all of its associated events, was so concerned over his ability to function without Wash around, even if she was only a hundred klicks away (rather than anywhere... worse). But no matter how many times he proved to them that he didn't fall apart without her, still the checking up on him continued. He sighed, shook his head with a small smile of contentment and looked down at the plex in his hand once more. He really couldn't complain.
And besides. He had no real reason to worry in the first place, not in the way they seemed to expect. If anyone knew how to make sure nothing happened to Wash with anything near the obsessive care he himself now employed, it was Miles. He carefully didn't dwell on quite how well he'd be looking after her - five days of such thoughts would surely lead to madness - but he knew there was no cause for concern.
Just as he felt himself become engrossed by the report in front of him his comm device chirped with Wash's ident.
"Commander, Lieutenant Washington reporting in."
He frowned at the small device, picking it up and checking the signal quality readout. Wash's voice came through sounding almost... distorted. Crackly. One of the things they'd worked on after the portal had closed was better communications over long distances and that definitely shouldn't have happened. His display revealed full strength signal.
"Sir?" Her voice came again, and now that the device was closer to his ears he could determine there was no background noise to indicate a bad line. It was only in her voice.
"Wash, good to hear from you. Anything wrong?"
He could almost hear her frown. "Nothing, sir. Why do you ask?"
Nathaniel felt a slow smile forming as she spoke a longer sentence. There was no distortion at all; Wash was losing her voice. The words came out slightly croaky, from a well-used throat. He chuckled before activating the comm again. "Big night Wash?"
Nathaniel heard laughter from somewhere in the room with Wash, heard her mutter what sounded like 'not you too' before the laughing abruptly stopped at the sound of something heavy colliding with a metal wall.
"Could say that sir." She said with diplomatic grace, despite the fact that her voice broke over his title. "Anything we need to know about regarding the colony?"
"Not right now." Nathaniel said, placing down the plex and folding his arm across his stomach. "Anything at your end?"
"No sir, we'll be initiating the mission today, sir." He just about made out - further use of her voice clearly wasn't helping.
He smiled as he pictured her, glowing from the responsibility of command, free from the trappings of the colony's command structure to do as she saw fit. She was never more beautiful to him than in moments such as that, and he hoped Miles had the sense to drink her in rather than interfere.
"Well then, Wash. As you were." He said.
"You heard the man, Wash." Nathaniel heard his brother say, swiftly followed by the unmistakable sound of an elbow impacting with a gut.
"Thank you sir. I'll check in again same time tomorrow."
Nathaniel smiled. "Wash? Be careful."
She paused, noting the real meaning behind his words. A smile would be forming on her face as she replied. "You too, sir."
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