Falling for You (1/1)
Title: Falling for You (1/1)
Pairing: Nathaniel Taylor/Alicia Washington
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Rated: R
Summary: Fills for mercscilla's T/W prompts (Autumn, Leaves, Sunlight) in Friday One Word Challenge - Week 37.
*shifty* mercscilla and mrs_bree_v_d_k made me do it. Yes. (sky_kiss the title is a pun just for you my dear.)
Nathaniel is old enough to remember a time before the Earth was lost to them, before re-breathers and domes were the some of the first words from children's lips and when the schematics for the world's new habitats were just sketches in fraught scientists' labs. His wife, born a few years after him, lived much the same life but Wash has told him many times that her earliest memories of clear sky are only tinged with the fantasy of childhood, that the first time she can truly remember seeing the stars was on their first mission to Africa.
He often looks around the colony with this in mind, sees the beauty of their new life in a hundred different sights on a daily basis.
When children are lying on their backs in the grass describing the clouds.
When his off-duty soldiers are throwing snowballs at their on-duty colleagues, baiting for a reaction he knows they won't get.
When Jim Shannon can walk with his youngest through the colony on their way to the lake for swimming lessons.
Terra Nova is now, after everything that happened with his son, truly their second chance. To see it embraced... it is all he ever hoped for.
The seasons pass in a way they never could in 2149. In the way they used to, when he was newly married and Ayani bought him a sketchpad for his birthday, something simple to keep his mind occupied on long deployments. Once they were cut off from the future for good, it was a hobby he found himself able to take up once more, a way to relax and blow off steam and capture the word around him.
Summer is their prevailing season now. They live in a tropical, intemperate land which thrills people when they first arrive but does drain in the longer months their year passes through. Winter is brief, spring slightly longer but it is autumn he favours; the fall season brings him the most to work with, sights that warrants his use of watercolours rather than charcoal, his usual medium of choice.
It is also, by some beautiful twist of fate, not only his lover's favourite season, but the one in which she looks most stunning to his old soldier's eyes.
Today they have escaped together - with Jim installed as sheriff and Guz to keep him in line, they no longer feel guilty about taking the same days off. It's only a short walk to their intended location, an area of the jungle that is more forest-like, less dense and heated and muggy. The leaves are changing and there is a pleasing crunch underfoot as they walk in single file to their location.
He lets Wash take point so that he can sneak looks at her as they go, can see the way the sunlight shines through the canopy and illuminates her peaceful expression. They settle in quietly once they reach the spring, him leaning up against a large tree trunk and Wash curled up against his side, watching as he retrieves his old style paper pad and a couple of sticks of charcoal.
She observes in silence for a while as he builds the scene of their surroundings. He captures the smoothness of the water, the way the pond is framed by the trees, the layer of leaf fall on the ground surrounding it. As he starts to add the detail, Wash slips away and he looks up just in time to see her lower herself into the warmth of the spring - his rendering of the water requires an addition, after that.
Later, once they are in the confines of the colony once more, he will paint this scene from memory to fully capture the palette of yellows and oranges, reds and browns that make the sight so appealing. But for now, satisfied with his work, he allows his gaze to drift back to the woman in the water.
Sensing his completion, Wash swims to the bank and eases herself out, emerging like some mythical nymph from the water. Her hair hangs loose and wet around her bare shoulders, water sluices down her body, between her breasts and over her toned abdomen, along the long tanned length of her legs. It beads on her shoulders, around the peaks of her nipples, along the lines of her hips. She approaches like a fantastical dream, seductive smile on her lips, knowing she has him rapt, knowing that he is all hers.
Nathaniel slowly slides the pad back into his pack, reaches up for her when she gets close enough and slowly pulls her to lie on the blanket, covering her form with his own. Her skin is mostly goose bumps now, the wetness cooling her quickly in the less warm air of autumn. He proceeds to remove the remaining water with his mouth, teasing sensitive areas and lingering on her breasts, nipples tight and aching for him.
He remains over her when they are both sated, body cradled by her hips with his weight on his forearms either side of her head. She is breathtaking in that moment, eyes shining with lingering satisfaction, light flickering through the trees to shine on her face, as if the sun is aware of his lover's true beauty and is conspiring to make her even more desirable. Her cheeks are flushed with love and exertion and he can't stop himself from kissing her, slow and indulgent and frequently.
It is not the only time they make love that day. Wash confesses the same joy in watching him that he finds in her, so he makes the great sacrifice of taking a swim too. He leaves her against the tree trunk, dressed only in his discarded t-shirt and can't help the groan of pleasure as the warm water surrounds him. He swims for a time, wrapped up in the experience but when he looks back to the lieutenant he finds that choice regrettable - he could certainly be of more use than the hand between her legs as she watches.
Wash's eyebrows raise and her mouth splits into a wide grin at the haste with which he leaves the water, stalking close and hauling her to her feet, giving her little time to prepare before he has her up against the tree, crying out at the feel of him once more.
Afterwards, while they are eating the meal she prepared that morning, Wash reminds him of the trouble he would have been in had she not recently restocked her medical supplies. He distracts her from the grazes on her back by taking her back to the water for a final time, a time which lasts until their fingertips are wrinkled and they've had their fill of each other's body once more.
They sit out on their back porch that evening, Wash once again at his side as he works on his painting. She sips her wine as she watches his brush create the scene they had both enjoyed but his lover's patience isn't endless, and the fire in her eyes when he takes a break makes him seriously contemplate a pond in their own garden.
For now, the bed will do.
Pairing: Nathaniel Taylor/Alicia Washington
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Rated: R
Summary: Fills for mercscilla's T/W prompts (Autumn, Leaves, Sunlight) in Friday One Word Challenge - Week 37.
*shifty* mercscilla and mrs_bree_v_d_k made me do it. Yes. (sky_kiss the title is a pun just for you my dear.)
Nathaniel is old enough to remember a time before the Earth was lost to them, before re-breathers and domes were the some of the first words from children's lips and when the schematics for the world's new habitats were just sketches in fraught scientists' labs. His wife, born a few years after him, lived much the same life but Wash has told him many times that her earliest memories of clear sky are only tinged with the fantasy of childhood, that the first time she can truly remember seeing the stars was on their first mission to Africa.
He often looks around the colony with this in mind, sees the beauty of their new life in a hundred different sights on a daily basis.
When children are lying on their backs in the grass describing the clouds.
When his off-duty soldiers are throwing snowballs at their on-duty colleagues, baiting for a reaction he knows they won't get.
When Jim Shannon can walk with his youngest through the colony on their way to the lake for swimming lessons.
Terra Nova is now, after everything that happened with his son, truly their second chance. To see it embraced... it is all he ever hoped for.
The seasons pass in a way they never could in 2149. In the way they used to, when he was newly married and Ayani bought him a sketchpad for his birthday, something simple to keep his mind occupied on long deployments. Once they were cut off from the future for good, it was a hobby he found himself able to take up once more, a way to relax and blow off steam and capture the word around him.
Summer is their prevailing season now. They live in a tropical, intemperate land which thrills people when they first arrive but does drain in the longer months their year passes through. Winter is brief, spring slightly longer but it is autumn he favours; the fall season brings him the most to work with, sights that warrants his use of watercolours rather than charcoal, his usual medium of choice.
It is also, by some beautiful twist of fate, not only his lover's favourite season, but the one in which she looks most stunning to his old soldier's eyes.
Today they have escaped together - with Jim installed as sheriff and Guz to keep him in line, they no longer feel guilty about taking the same days off. It's only a short walk to their intended location, an area of the jungle that is more forest-like, less dense and heated and muggy. The leaves are changing and there is a pleasing crunch underfoot as they walk in single file to their location.
He lets Wash take point so that he can sneak looks at her as they go, can see the way the sunlight shines through the canopy and illuminates her peaceful expression. They settle in quietly once they reach the spring, him leaning up against a large tree trunk and Wash curled up against his side, watching as he retrieves his old style paper pad and a couple of sticks of charcoal.
She observes in silence for a while as he builds the scene of their surroundings. He captures the smoothness of the water, the way the pond is framed by the trees, the layer of leaf fall on the ground surrounding it. As he starts to add the detail, Wash slips away and he looks up just in time to see her lower herself into the warmth of the spring - his rendering of the water requires an addition, after that.
Later, once they are in the confines of the colony once more, he will paint this scene from memory to fully capture the palette of yellows and oranges, reds and browns that make the sight so appealing. But for now, satisfied with his work, he allows his gaze to drift back to the woman in the water.
Sensing his completion, Wash swims to the bank and eases herself out, emerging like some mythical nymph from the water. Her hair hangs loose and wet around her bare shoulders, water sluices down her body, between her breasts and over her toned abdomen, along the long tanned length of her legs. It beads on her shoulders, around the peaks of her nipples, along the lines of her hips. She approaches like a fantastical dream, seductive smile on her lips, knowing she has him rapt, knowing that he is all hers.
Nathaniel slowly slides the pad back into his pack, reaches up for her when she gets close enough and slowly pulls her to lie on the blanket, covering her form with his own. Her skin is mostly goose bumps now, the wetness cooling her quickly in the less warm air of autumn. He proceeds to remove the remaining water with his mouth, teasing sensitive areas and lingering on her breasts, nipples tight and aching for him.
He remains over her when they are both sated, body cradled by her hips with his weight on his forearms either side of her head. She is breathtaking in that moment, eyes shining with lingering satisfaction, light flickering through the trees to shine on her face, as if the sun is aware of his lover's true beauty and is conspiring to make her even more desirable. Her cheeks are flushed with love and exertion and he can't stop himself from kissing her, slow and indulgent and frequently.
It is not the only time they make love that day. Wash confesses the same joy in watching him that he finds in her, so he makes the great sacrifice of taking a swim too. He leaves her against the tree trunk, dressed only in his discarded t-shirt and can't help the groan of pleasure as the warm water surrounds him. He swims for a time, wrapped up in the experience but when he looks back to the lieutenant he finds that choice regrettable - he could certainly be of more use than the hand between her legs as she watches.
Wash's eyebrows raise and her mouth splits into a wide grin at the haste with which he leaves the water, stalking close and hauling her to her feet, giving her little time to prepare before he has her up against the tree, crying out at the feel of him once more.
Afterwards, while they are eating the meal she prepared that morning, Wash reminds him of the trouble he would have been in had she not recently restocked her medical supplies. He distracts her from the grazes on her back by taking her back to the water for a final time, a time which lasts until their fingertips are wrinkled and they've had their fill of each other's body once more.
They sit out on their back porch that evening, Wash once again at his side as he works on his painting. She sips her wine as she watches his brush create the scene they had both enjoyed but his lover's patience isn't endless, and the fire in her eyes when he takes a break makes him seriously contemplate a pond in their own garden.
For now, the bed will do.