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Lucy paused in her not-at-all-exciting task of washing the dishes, stretching her back to ease the ache from standing hunched over the sink and gazed absently around the dingy kitchen area with a sigh. Despite the fact that it was late January, it been a difficult month and a bit. Rittenhouse had been wearing them down all through December with mission after mission, Wyatt had been shot in the shoulder by one of Emma’s goons which meant he had to be left behind to recover for several weeks, leaving Flynn and Lucy on every single trip. What made it worse was that the Logan’s baby had been born only a month prior to this so the new parents were up all hours looking after and feeding her.
Wyatt’s injury was pretty bad, so he’d been doped up on painkillers and unable to help Jessica with baby Sarah for a week or so. The Team had left him with the responsibility of ordering Christmas presents for everyone in the turmoil, figuring he could handle that at least. Unfortunately, the Christmas presents had failed to materialise and Denise had been called away to an urgent op elsewhere which meant the Team had spent a quiet Christmas with no gifts or decorations in the dank bunker.
Lucy couldn’t quite decide if it was good or bad news that Rittenhouse had kept them so busy she’d barely noticed! The Team had been pretty unimpressed with Wyatt, although he swore blind he had ordered all the gifts, no one really believed him, even Jessica was pretty pissed with him.
Lucy sighed again and plunged her hands back into the soapy water to scrub angrily at another pan but was disturbed from further thoughts by the clatter of the entrance door and the animated chatter of Rufus and Jiya approaching.
“What do you think it is then?” Rufus’ words became audible as they rounded the corner of the room.
“Well, judging from most recent deliveries, something for baby Sarah?” Jiya suggested, “Although, it’s difficult to tell from this label to be honest!”
There was a thud as the parcel was plonked down onto a kitchen table. Lucy dried her hands off, abandoning the dishwashing for a more exciting prospect.
“I’ll go get Wyatt and Jess.” Rufus disappeared as Lucy and Jiya looked over the sizable parcel.
“I wonder if it’s that feeding cushion that Jessica mentioned?” Lucy wondered. She looked at the address label which was addressed to wyyarrrrrRRRKLlogggbNnm,,, and raised her eyebrows.
“I know right,” laughed Jiya, “It’s like someone sneezed whilst typing the label!”
The approaching hubbub of voices suggested that Rufus had collected not just the Logans, but also Flynn and Mason.
“I’m telling you, I didn’t order anything recently!” Wyatt’s voice drifted in from the corridor.
“To be honest, the parcel could be for anyone, the label makes literally no sense,” Rufus retorted, “But it looks almost like your name, man.”
Flynn rounded the corner, serious expression on his face. “We should be careful, it could be a suspicious package. Could Rittenhouse have figured out our location?” He took in the scene. “Lucy, Jiya – stand well back until I’ve checked it’s safe.”
Wyatt shooed everyone back out the common area and around the corner of the corridor before going back in.
“You too Wyatt,” Flynn barked, “You need to think about Sarah now.”
He examined the parcel carefully, gently picking it up and testing the weight, checking the base before placing it back down and pulling out a pocket knife from his cargo pants. He flicked open the blade and slowly and carefully cut through the tape on the top. Very slowly lifting one flap of the box, he took a peek inside. His eyes widened in surprise and he pulled open the other box flaps and then sighed deeply.
“Wyatt!” he growled in an exasperated tone, “Did you order the Christmas gifts from Wish?”
“Yeah?” Wyatt responded, “Why, have they finally showed up?”
He rushed back into the room. “I told you all I ordered them!”
“I take it that means it’s safe for us all to come back in then,” Connor surmised.
“Yes,” Flynn growled shortly.
As Lucy came back in, she noticed an expression on Flynn’s face like he used to always wear on the very early days, when they were working in opposition. She snorted, Wyatt was probably blissfully unaware of how pissed Flynn was with him!
“Wyatt! I can’t believe you ordered stuff from Wish, I warned you not to!” Jessica was also rather annoyed it seemed.
“But it was so cheap!” Wyatt protested.
“Well, I guess that means we can finally have Christmas?” Jiya suggested.
“Hey great idea, Rittenhouse have actually eased off a bit recently, we might just get a few days to relax?” Rufus agreed.
“Yeah, thanks to Flynn, since he shot Emma in the leg,” Lucy reminded everyone.
“Shame I only winged her,” Flynn muttered. More cheerfully, he added, “We have a decent amount of provisions in, I’m sure I can whip up some Peka and roast veg?”
“Sounds good to me, I’ll see if Denise can get over here,” Connor disappeared down the corridor to make a call.
Lucy felt her spirits start to rise, maybe this was just what they all needed, even if it was a month late!
Wyatt started to root through the delivery, passing items to Jessica as he found them.
“These two are for Mason and Agent Christopher.”
Jessica took hold of two red and white coloured bundles and plopped them on the table where Lucy could see they were Father and Mother Christmas sweaters. A bit cliché, but a nice idea.
“Rufus, this one’s for you.”
Rufus immediately tore into the packaging, shaking out a Christmas style sweater adorned with Darth Vader. Unfortunately at the top was the phrase ‘Star Trek’.
Wyatt noticed first and gulped, “Ah… sorry man.”
“No – it’s great! I love the irony,” Rufus enthused.
“Well I hope Jiya does too,” Jessica drawled, handing over a package that looked suspiciously like Spock with Star Wars writing at the top.
Jiya pulled the sweater straight on with a smile, “It’s fine, at least we match!” she laughed.
Wyatt smirked as he threw a package at Flynn, “Enjoy!”
Flynn shook out his jumper as Jessica complained, “Wyatt, did you get anything other than Christmas jumpers?”
“I guess not. To be honest I was so doped up on painkillers that week, I couldn’t remember until now what I’d ordered, but it’s coming back to me now.”
Flynn looked at his Christmas jumper with distaste. It was emblazoned with large tree, the words ‘O Christmas Tree’ and several knitted and stuffed 3D branches sticking out in several spots.
“Well, aren’t you going to put it on?” Wyatt teased, sniggering at Flynn’s obvious distaste for the design. It was obvious why he’d picked that jumper, enjoying the opportunity to annoy the man.
Flynn pulled the jumper over his head, determined not to let Wyatt get the satisfaction of knowing he’d succeeded in needling him. Lucy was the first to spot that the back print bore the legend ‘How lovely are your branches?’
“Oh, very lovely,” she murmured softly.
“Sorry, what was that Lucy?”
“Oh nothing Flynn,” Lucy said hastily. “I was just admiring the knitting skill that must have gone into making these… 3D… branches. They are actually really rather good quality!”
She reached out and was squeezing one of the branches as she talked, then realised it was placed rather low on Flynn’s front, snatching her hand back away and turning a bright shade of pink as she realised what this looked like she was doing.
Flynn also turned pink as he spluttered, thinking the same. He turned back to the parcel, thankful that no one else seemed to have noticed their interaction.
“That’s an interesting jumper Wyatt,” he lied, for the sweater had an all-over design consisting entirely of potatoes. “Who’s that one for?”
Wyatt looked annoyed, “That’s not the design I ordered, it was supposed to be a roast dinner!”
He put the jumper to one side, but then picked it up again, “But I do like potatoes,” he shrugged and pulled it on.
Flynn bent over in a suspiciously timed coughing fit to cover the snorted laugh that escaped. Wyatt glanced up suspiciously, but Flynn’s expression was the picture of innocence the minute he straightened up again so he dived into the box again.
“Luce – catch!”
Lucy suppressed her annoyance at the hated nickname to catch her jumper. It was rather pleasing colours, mainly white with pale blue snowflakes and from what she could see of the lettering, the phrase ‘Let It Snow’. She smiled as she put it on, it was one of her favourite Christmas songs!
“Oh! Lucy… that sweater…” Jessica started.
“What?” Lucy questioned, “Does it have a fault?”
“In a way,” Jiya quirked an eyebrow. “It doesn’t say what you probably think it says, it says…”
“LE TITS NOW!” Wyatt yelled as he collapsed with laughter.
Rufus snorted, then apologised quickly as Jiya smacked his arm.
Lucy flushed pink again and sneaked a look at Flynn, who was blushing again and pointedly not looking at her. Which was odd, she was used to Flynn’s eyes always being on her. She was about to take the jumper off again, but then remembered how uncomfortable Flynn seemed to be about wearing his.
“It’s fine,” she sighed.
“You don’t have to wear it Lucy,” Flynn said.
“It’s really ok, it is lovely and warm at least,” she reassured him, noticing yet another flush on his cheeks as he looked at her.
“Wyatt – what the heck is this?”
Jessica’s voice cut through their gazing at each other. Her jumper was decorated with brightly coloured stripes, big red hearts and the legendary words ‘I Love Flogan’!
“What the…! It’s supposed to say ‘I Love Wyatt Logan’!” Wyatt complained.
Rufus collapsed in giggles, “Oh man, what even is ‘Flogan’?”
“It sounds like a plumbing brand name?” Connor suggested, coming back and grabbing his Father Christmas sweater. Wyatt looked annoyed.
“Or something to do with air conditioning?” was Jiya’s contribution.
Jessica was doubled over in laughing, just about managing to squeak out, “No! No – it’s totally sounds like one of those ship names!”
“Yes! One of those portmanteau names, definitely. But who would it be?” Jiya pondered.
“It’s got to be Flynn and Logan!” squealed Jessica, tears running from her eyes. “Oh Wyatt, why didn’t you just tell me about your crush on Flynn?” she teased Wyatt as he turned redder and crosser.
Flynn was now laughing and joining in, getting his revenge for his and Lucy’s designs. “Wyatt – I didn’t know you cared! You should have said!” he guffawed as everyone except Wyatt was now in fits at the tables having turned back on Wyatt and his terrible design choices.
Lucy felt kinda bad for Wyatt with everyone laughing at him for a moment, then remembered him poking fun at Flynn and felt a sense of satisfaction at his discomfort.
“Well – y’all can order next year if you find this so funny!” he harrumped and stomped out.
“Wyatt – don’t leave me!” Flynn called after his retreating figure. “Oh, I am so going to flirt with him for the next few weeks,” he promised the rest of the group as their laughter subsided slowly.
Jessica sighed, “I’d better go after him. Sarah will want feeding soon anyway.”
“Sorry Jessica, do you think he’s ok?” Lucy apologised.
“Oh please don’t apologise,” Jessica admonished whilst pulling on the sweater, “He had that coming for those awful present choices. I can only apologise to the rest of you… and I’m totally wearing this sweater for the rest of the day!” she laughed as she walked away.
Denise arrived at that point with the decorations, raised her eyebrows at the interesting gifts and dutifully donned her sweater with a look of distaste and they busied themselves making it look like Christmas in the bunker. Connor prepped music and drinks, Rufus, Jiya and Denise arranged the battered tree and meagre decorations around the common area whilst Flynn busied himself measuring ingredients and preparing food.
He enlisted Lucy as his Sous Chef, although Lucy was always dubious as to how much use she was and had decided long ago that Flynn just liked having her around when he cooked. They were hanging out a lot these days, she spent most evenings in his bunk, reading or chatting with him and often slept in there too. She had realised a while ago that she had fallen for him and knew that he had feelings for her from his glances, the way he always stumbled over describing her, always saying she looked ‘good’ and his reaction back in Chinatown when she asked him why he was there. She’d decided not to push him on it though, leaving it until he felt ready to admit his feelings. She was beginning to wonder if that would happen anytime in the next decade though.
Something seemed a little off this evening though, every time Flynn looked at her, he was blushing and he couldn’t seem to keep his gaze on her like he normally would. Lucy was puzzled for a start but then wondered if it was her sweater as it seemed to have started around the time she put it on. After an hour of trying not to ruin the vegetables whilst chopping them and bolstered by a ‘Connor Christmas Cocktail’ as he had named them, she made a reckless decision. The next time Flynn looked her way, spotted her sweater and blushed, she yanked it up along with her shirt and flashed her breasts at him.
SMASSSSSH!
Flynn blinked several times, frozen in place as the bowl of carrots he had been holding dropped to the floor and smashed into tiny pieces.
“Er, Flynn? Could you please not smash dinner? We’re all starving!” Rufus called sarcastically.
Lucy giggled to herself as Flynn appeared to remember how to function again and cleared up the mess on the floor whilst flushing the brightest shade of red she’d seen on him so far. Then he seemed to avoid looking at her entirely, except for when he thought she wasn’t looking. This was kinda fun, although she definitely didn’t want to ruin dinner, so she chose her next moment more carefully.
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Flynn was in some kind of hell. Except that it was also a sort of heaven too. He’d fallen for Lucy a long time ago and had even managed to admit this to himself a year or so ago, but had no intention of declaring this to Lucy, ever since he realised that she had no idea during their intense conversation in Chinatown. He was happy to be her friend and wasn’t going to push for anything more, especially after the appalling way Wyatt treated her.
She deserved better than the emotionally and physically battered soldier he was.
But then she got that sweater. Flynn had a deep appreciation of everything Lucy, especially her intelligence, the way she got so animated talking history and her smile and laugh when she was genuinely happy. He also had a serious weakness for her breasts, especially since the time he kidnapped her and had to help her out of her corset in a hotel room in 1893. It had been some sort of torture, helping her undo the knots and easing the lacing whilst trying so hard to not touch her skin, ignore her heaving breasts as she fought to breathe in the tight garment and fight to make sure his attraction to her did not show.
Now she was walking around in a sweater which declared ‘Le Tits Now’ just after fondling his tree branches! Flynn was just trying to avoid looking at her at all, although prepping dinner was helping take his mind off the issue.
He finished tossing the carrots in oil ready for roasting and turned to put them on a baking tray before placing them in the oven but was stopped in his tracks by the vision of Lucy’s perfect rounded breasts rising up from a burgundy lace bra. He blinked in surprise at Rufus’ shout and wondered if he was seeing things and had imagined the entire thing.
“Uh, sorry. Lucy – could you possibly prep some more carrots? W-we’re not going to be able to eat these ones,” he stuttered, wiping the oily, carroty mess from his shoes and the floor.
They carried on with no more mishaps to the food and Flynn got it all cooking nicely in the oven. As he carefully shut the oven door, having just checked the meat was browning as it should, he turned around to find his drink. As he took a sip to moisten his dry throat, he once again caught a glimpse of curves of creamy white skin contrasting against deep burgundy and choked on his drink. Coughing and spluttering, Lucy slapped him on the back as he recovered.
“Are you ok Flynn?” she enquired, the very picture of innocence.
Flynn looked her fully in the face, suspicious of her actions but she was giving nothing away. Has she drunk too much of Connor’s Christmas punch? That man’s drinks could be deadly! He watched her surreptitiously, wondering if she was flashing everyone at random and needed an intervention? Surely it could not be just for him?
When nothing else suspicious happened he decided once again that he maybe could have imagined it, it had been a long few weeks with very sporadic sleep to ensure he could keep the Team safe on the barrage of missions.
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The meal had been delicious and Jessica insisted on her and Wyatt clearing up and doing the dishes as they hadn’t yet helped with the meal. They disappeared to the sink area, Wyatt muttering and whining, clearly still annoyed from the sweater incident earlier. Rufus had cajoled Jiya into watching the Star Wars Holiday Special with him, she had agreed only if he would then watch Star Trek – The Voyage Home afterwards. Connor had dozed off on the other sofa and no one could wake him up, so they left him to snore. Denise had excused herself a while ago to go home to her family.
Flynn looked around to see where Lucy had got to and was unsurprised she had vanished, probably a good move considering Rufus’ viewing choices. He made his escape down the hallway before he could also be roped into it. Turning the corner, he saw Lucy waiting near his door. He gestured for her to go in, taking a detour to the bathroom on the way.
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As he washed his hands at the sink, he glanced at his sweater again in the mirror.
“Stupid sweater.”
He went to pull it off, but then paused as he thought about how Lucy’s sweater had been sexist and yet she’d still kept it on. Then he thought about what was under that sweater again. His traitorous cock twitched. Maybe he should just jerk off whilst he was in here and work it out of his system? No! That was not very respectful of Lucy.
“O boze mi!”
He cast his eyes upwards and thought about stats from the last few years of the football world cup until he had managed to will his partial erection away.
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Lucy sat in Flynn’s room nervously waiting for his return. She was now wondering if she had gone too far, flashing her chest at him, considering the lack of proper reaction. What if she’d offended him and ruined their friendship? She shook her head, clearing her thoughts. No – Flynn was definitely interested in her, but how to make him admit it?
She decided to try it one more time as the door creaked open and Flynn slipped through. She pulled her layers up once more and sighed in disappointment as he froze against the door, staring at her chest but devoid of the reaction she was hoping for, save another deep blush.
“Lucy, are you feeling okay? You’re acting, well… weirdly today?”
Lucy let her clothing drop back into place as she rolled her eyes. This man could be so exasperating!
“What do you mean, weirdly?”
“Well, the… uh… the showing me your underwear,” Flynn stumbled over his words, accent thickening as he looked everywhere in the room but her, face getting redder and redder.
“GARCIA.” Lucy spoke forcefully, causing his eyes to snap back to hers, “I know you have feelings for me… no, wait,” she insisted as he tried to interrupt her, no doubt with some sort of unbelievable excuse. “I KNOW you do. Is it too much to believe, is it really outside the realms of your ability to realise that I might share those feelings?”
She saw his haunted, embarrassed expression change to one of hope momentarily.
“Lucy, you can’t. I’m… I’m not a good man. I…”
“Shut up!” she interrupted, “Let me make my own decisions on that, please?”
She watched his mouth snap shut, knowing she was right.
“Come here, Garcia,” she patted the mattress next to her and he obediently came over and sat down.
“Garcia Flynn, you are a good man. You fought Rittenhouse alone for so long, you never gave up on Lorena and Iris, you never blamed me for spending weeks in prison unjustly, you even persuaded Wyatt to not give up on Jessica back when we all considered killing her to bring back Rufus and you helped Jiya and Connor figure out another way. Sarah Logan has both her parents thanks to you. We are all still here because of that, I dread to think what kind of people we would have become if we had gone through with that plan!” she shuddered, looking down as she took his large hand into her own, stroking his fingers with her thumb.
She looked up and saw tears in his eyes and leaned forward, brushing her lips against his as their eyes fluttered closed. Their first kiss was soft, gentle, hesitant and sweet, both of them tasting and testing each other with gentle pressure and movements, Lucy still stroking her fingers over Flynn’s fingers as she held his hand. She thought her heart might just break as she heard the soft sigh of disappointment that escaped his lips as he pulled back, eyelids still closed, obviously still savouring the kiss as she had too.
Lucy looked carefully at his expression as he finally opened his eyes.
“Is this okay? Are we okay?” she asked nervously, trying to judge if she had his reaction right, or if she was way off the mark.
He raised his hand to stroke her cheek and jawline as he smiled softly, then his eyes seemed to darken as he pulled her back in, weaving his large hand into her hair, tilting her head as he wordlessly asked to deepen the kiss, his tongue swiping across the seam of her lips. Lucy opened up to him intertwining her tongue with his as their kisses grew more heated, taking his face into her hands and stroking her thumbs across his jaw, enjoying the texture of his stubble then threading them into his thick hair and tugging just a little, eliciting a groan from him.
They broke apart again, panting a little and Lucy felt like she could drown in his dark eyes, the pupils wide and dilated as he placed his hands on her waist and pulled her closer. She took the hint and moved to sit on his lap, her jeans-clad thighs straddling his as she moved in close, running her hands over the muscles of his chest and biceps as she kissed him again.
Until his knitted ‘branches’ got in the way again!
She stopped and laughed against his mouth, “This ridiculous sweater!”
He pulled back and grabbed the hem, pulling the sweater and his grey long-sleeved shirt off in one smooth movement.
“Better?” he asked, leaning back so Lucy could inspect the white tank-top he was clad in underneath.
“Better,” she purred, running her hands all over his form again as his breath hitched. She saw his nipples harden under the ribbed fabric as he responded to her touch and gasped as she felt another reaction from the bulge she could now detect in his lap. She decided to test him with a wriggle as she brushed her fingertips over those nipples and was rewarded by the sight of his eyes dropping shut as he hissed out what was almost certainly a curse in another language.
She was starting to feel the shape and size of his erection forming under her as she moved on him and could feel herself getting wet as she realised that, although she’d always imagined him being sizable, she might have underestimated a little.
She bit her lip in anticipation.
“Garcia, wasn’t there something in particular you wanted to get your hands on?”
She giggled at the look of confusion that crossed his face momentarily and smoothed her hands down her body and over her suggestive Christmas sweater-clad body, making sure she stoked her hands over the rounded shape of her breasts as she did so.
He lunged forward and replaced her hands with his own, sliding his hands up from her waist to trace her curves, cupping her breasts in each and, stroking her nipples through her layers with his thumbs, enjoying the breathy moans this brought forth.
Lowering his head he buried his face in her chest, running his hands down her sides to the hem of her clothing, nipping at her through the fabric as his hands slipped under her clothing and traced patterns up her skin to touch her breasts again with far less fabric in the way. He moulded his mouth to hers once more as his fingertips caressed her nipples through the lacy texture of her bra.
Lucy’s patience broke as she waited in vain for him to remove her sweater and pulled it off herself, flinging it away over her shoulder as she enjoyed the sight of Flynn’s expression ‘buffering’ once again as he took in the sight of her breasts, this time knowing that they were bared for him, knowing he was allowed to touch them, to touch her, to bring Lucy pleasure. He bent his head once more and nipped her gently through the lace that barely covered her, peppering one breast, then the other with kisses before sucking a nipple into his mouth.
Her groan of pleasure was followed by his as she tugged on his hair once more as he suckled, easing the straps off her shoulders to give him better access to her skin, coaxing a nipple out of its lace covering and circling it with his tongue between sucks, easing the other cup of her bra down with his fingers so he could roll that nipple between his fingers before swapping round to ensure they both had equal attention.
He could feel Lucy starting to lose control now, riding his lap, rolling her pelvis against his now sizable erection which was starting to become uncomfortable in the restrictive cargo pants. Her moans were getting louder as he reached behind her and twisted her bra strap to unfasten, then pull away the garment. He sat back for a moment to enjoy the sight of her naked form, dusky pink nipples sitting on pert breasts partially hidden by her hair, tousled from his touches, on her heaving chest, as she panted for breath.
“Garcia…”
She pulled him back in and he planted sucking open-mouthed kisses all over her chest, marking her before pulling her nipple between his lips once more as his tongue rolled it around in his mouth. He felt her thrusting against his hardness once more, quickening her pace as he rolled the other nipple between his fingers once again until he felt her tremble all over as she climaxed, crying out loudly and then muffled as she dropped forward, burying her face in his shoulder. He managed to pull back from the brink somehow, his cock having enjoyed the friction of her rubbing against him almost too much to hold back from his own peak.
He held her close moving his hands over her trembling body, caressing her skin as she came down from her high.
Lucy lifted her head back up as she came back to herself after that incredible orgasm. What even was that? No one had ever managed to make her come just from touching her breasts alone and Flynn had just brought her to the most incredible high she had ever experienced. If he could make her feel like that just using his mouth and hands, then she couldn’t wait to feel what his cock could do to her! That thought alone gave her a rather nice aftershock and she shivered on his lap again, taking in his dishevelled hair and black, dilated eyes. She remembered how hard he had been between her legs and felt suddenly guilty for taking her pleasure from him and ignoring his own. Her hands moved to the waistband of his pants, starting to fiddle with the button there before his hand closed over her own.
“Lucy, you don’t have to…”
“I want to, unless you don’t of course?” she paused, wanting to make sure.
“I do, but we have plenty of time. I want to make sure you want this too?”
She ran her fingers down the long outline of his length, through the fabric of his pants as he shivered.
“Oh I do,” she reassured him.
He let her hands return to his waistband and this time she unfastened his button and fly with no issues, tugging his pants and boxer briefs down his long legs, leaving him to pull them off completely along with his boots and socks as she savoured the sight of his long cock standing to attention for her. She was not disappointed to find she was right about his size and bit her lower lip as she thought about riding him. She hoped to get the chance later, unless he wanted to ride her first, she didn’t mind which and would be very happy with both, repeatedly.
“Loocy?”
She giggled as she realised she was now the one buffering whilst caught up in the moment. She pushed him down onto the bunk with one hand, realising he had also removed his tank top whilst she was distracted and was now completely naked. Appreciating his long, lean but muscular form stretched out and ready for her and her alone, she quickly slid off her jeans and climbed back onto him now wearing only her lacy underwear. Straddling his thighs, she ran her hands all over his chest and arms again, placing kisses every inch or so. She concentrated mainly on his now uncovered torso, running her fingertips through his greying chest hair and gently nipping, then soothing his nipples with swipes of her warm tongue as he growled. She sucked a mark into his chest and another on his stomach, loving the contrast of bright pink against his pale skin.
She moved slowly down his body, her kisses and caresses getting closer and closer to his shaft and then moving away as he groaned in disappointment.
“Patience Garcia,” she teased, nipping at his inner thigh and leaving another faint red mark.
His cock twitched in anticipation as she got closer again and he watched her through hooded eyes as he felt her warm breath strike cold on the head of his length, glistening with precum. He shouted in surprise as she licked a stripe along his entire length without warning, then sucked his head into her warm mouth, swirling her tongue around him as she worked his foreskin down. One hand wrapped itself around the base of him and stroked gently as she sucked him down as far as she could. She heard the thud of his head on the mattress as he flung it back and groaned deeply as she worked him.
As she moved faster on him, bringing him closer to climax, she felt his hand grasp onto hers where she supported herself on the mattress, his fingers intertwining with hers and squeezing her as she moved on him. His other hand was entangled in her hair, holding her gently as she rose and fell. She looked up at him through her lashes and met his eyes once more as he got closer to his end and tried to warn her.
“Lucy, Loocy… I’m close… if you want to stop…?”
Lucy squeezed his hand to let him know she understood, but kept going, feeling his hips starting to twitch as he got closer to losing control in her mouth. She moved her hand from his shaft to roll his balls in the palm of her hand, hearing him shout as he came and swallowing as much of his essence as she could. As he fell back onto the bed, spent, she slid back off him, releasing his damp cock and placing a kiss on his tip before moving up the bed to where he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her deeply as he calmed himself down.
“Lucy, that was…” he attempted breathlessly, eyes still looking wild.
“Can I taste you now?” he managed through an accent so thick Lucy was finding his deep, rumbling voice even more arousing than she normally did.
She nodded consent and he flipped her onto her back and cradled her body with his, carefully supporting his weight mostly on his arms each side of her head, but pressing her into the mattress with some body weight as his tongue explored her mouth once again. Kissing down her neck into the valley between her breasts, he sucked yet another mark onto the underside of one and then flicked his tongue over each nipple in turn until she cried out softly.
Continuing his journey downwards with his tongue trailing patterns over her stomach, he then took his revenge by bypassing her centre entirely. Instead, he kissed along her right thigh to her knee and then, by bending her leg up, down to her ankle, huffing out a laugh as she whined a protest. Keeping her leg bent and raised up, he trailed his tongue back up her leg and inner thigh which spread her wide as he bent and kissed her centre through the fabric of her underwear, finding her so very wet and ready for him.
Spreading her legs out again he moved to kneeling so he could slide her damp underwear down her legs and flinging it away to who knows where. Lucy was enjoying him taking control and moving her to where he wanted her and giggled in anticipation as he spread her legs and moved down the bed, closer to her centre. His fingertips spread her open to his gaze, admiring the way her pink folds had swollen with arousal, glistening with her essence as she wriggled, feeling his breath on her, impatiently waiting for his attention.
He leaned closer and licked through her slick, tasting her as he lapped at her cunt with the flat of his tongue, making her moan loudly. His movements changed, his tongue spearing into her as deep as he could go, hands holding down her hips as she tried to buck against his face. Her hands twisted into his hair as he began to alternate between lapping and penetrating, fucking her with his tongue as the noises she was making started to become somewhat nonsensical as she spiralled up and up.
Flynn dragged his tongue up to swirl around the swollen nub of her clit as he pushed a long finger into her, gently thrusting upwards to find her sweet spot as he traced ever-changing patterns around her clit with his tongue, discovering which made her shiver and moan more than others. A second finger joined the first, hooking and twisting into her with more powerful movements as she urged him on.
“Harder, Garcia…”
He was buried deep inside her to the fork of his hand, her juices soaking him to the wrist as he pumped into her faster and harder. Hearing her moans reach a peak, he sucked her clit into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it repeatedly until he felt her come with a startled cry, spasming and thrusting uncontrollably against his face as he continued to suck and stroke her through her climax.
As he felt her finally relax and relinquish her grasp on his hair, he slid his hand back out of her and kissed the top of her mound before sucking his soaked fingers clean. He moved back up the bed and stretched out next to her, resting his neck on her shoulder and placing his head next to hers on the pillow. Her flushed face turned towards him and captured his mouth once again, kissing the taste of herself away from his lips.
Both of them felt sleepy in their sated state and Flynn just about managed to switch off the light and pull the blanket up to cover them both as Lucy dozed off to sleep. He wrapped her in his arms and pulled her close as he felt himself drifting too.
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Lucy woke with a start from a lovely dream where she was wrapped in Flynn’s arms while he kissed along her neck, a common dream for the last few months. This time though, she started as she realised she was lying in bed wrapped in someone’s arms. The memories came flooding back as she recognised Flynn’s dark locks hanging across his long eyelashes and she gasped and flushed with warmth as she recalled his mouth on her breasts, between her legs, the way his cock looked just before she sucked it down.
“I hope that was a good gasp and not one of alarm and regret?” Flynn’s voice rumbled, low and gravelly with sleep.
His eyes flicked open as he regarded her and she could see the worry in them even in the low light, despite the lightness of his words. She reached out and traced the curve of his eyebrow and along his jaw as she smiled and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“Oh, it was a good gasp. I was remembering what we did last night.”
“Does that mean you would like to do it again, then?” he queried, quirking an eyebrow cheekily.
Two can play at that game, she thought.
“Repeatedly, I think. If you’re up to it that is?” she sassed back.
“Oh I’m up, alright,” he sassed back, rolling on top of her so she could feel his hardness against her stomach as he pressed his mouth to hers.
She rolled her hips back against his, grinding his erection against her centre as he moaned into her mouth. She felt even more impatient for him this time, wanting to feel him inside her, feeling ready from their earlier activities. He seemed to sense her impatience as his fingers moved swiftly down between her legs as they kissed, finding her wet and ready as his fingers pushed easily into her.
“I want you, can I fuck you Garcia?” she asked boldly, getting his nodded assent as she pushed him down on the mattress and straddled his hips. She took his swollen length in hand, stroking him a few times until he gasped and swore aloud.
“Sranje! I need you Loocy!”
She positioned herself above him and sank down slowly, feeling his head split her open. She moved her hands to his chest, balancing on him as he supported her with his hands holding her hips steady. She was relishing the delicious burn as she moved down further onto his lengthy cock with slow rocking movements, keeping her eyes locked with his as she took him in. As their hips met she dropped forward onto his chest, burying her face in his shoulder, the feeling of him filling her almost too much.
“Jebati! Loocy…” he gasped, voice dusky with emotion.
He turned his head to kiss her softly, then intensely as their tongues thrust and intertwined in the way their bodies were longing to until Lucy rolled her hips, anxious for him to move in her, thirsty for him. He gave in willingly to her demands with slow deep thrusts up into her as she rocked down onto him. He couldn’t resist her breasts any longer and sat up, pulling her onto his lap as the angle changed. He buried his face in her breasts, kissing her all over, sucking one nipple between his lips and rolling his tongue around the stiffening peak as he felt her cunt tighten around his thrusting member. His large hands held her in place as he grasped her ass, tilting her pelvis to the right angle to make her moan and gasp as she convulsed against him in climax, his mouth slipping away from her breasts, holding her close as she chased her high riding his dick.
His thrusts slowed as she recovered and realised he was still hard inside her. She kissed him hard, then pushed him back down onto the mattress.
“Let go, Garcia,” she commanded.
He planted his feet on the bed and bucked up wildly into her, driving into her depths with increased speed and vigour, then flipped her over spreading her wide before plunging back into her, pulling her legs up over his forearms to penetrate her more deeply. The sounds of their skin slapping together was mixed with their grunts, gasps and the squeaks from the protesting bed.
Lucy cried out as another orgasm shuddered through her body. This time Flynn started to lose his rhythm as her cunt rippled around his thrusting cock, feeling his balls tighten as his own orgasm rapidly approached. Sweat dripped from his dark hair onto her chest as he grunted and spilled deep inside her. His thrusts slowed and he collapsed onto her momentarily, completely spent. Mindful of his weight on her, he slid out of her and rolled over, panting for air next to her. Lucy snuggled into his chest and he wrapped an arm around her as their sweat-slicked bodies cooled in the bunker air.
Regretfully Lucy announced she needed to pee and pulled on some sweats and wrapped a robe around her before popping out to the bathroom. Flynn busied himself cleaning himself up, finding some fresh boxer briefs and a clean shirt and changing the bedsheets.
When Lucy returned he pulled her back into the warmth of his arms in a clean, fresh bed where they spent the rest of the night whispering assurances into each other’s ears between bouts of testing the bunks weight limit.
Thoroughly.
In several different positions.
They also felt the need to test the sturdiness of the dresser and the accompanying chair, the latter which they found severely lacking in robustness as it collapsed. Fortunately they were uninjured but it did somewhat ruin the mood which meant they finally got some more sleep.
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The following morning the other inhabitants of the bunker seemed singularly unimpressed with having their sleep interrupted during the night, although Lucy got a high five and an ‘about time’ from Jiya. Wyatt refused to even look at them both for a few days but they didn’t even really notice, blissfully happy in their new relationship.
Eventually he caught Lucy alone on a mission.
“Look Lucy, I know it’s not my place and you know I don’t like him, and I guess that isn’t relevant and you don’t care…”
“Wyatt, I thought we got past this months ago, please don’t start up the vendetta against Garcia again…”
“Lucy,” he interrupted, “Just hear me out, please?”
She stared at him stonily, but listened.
“Are you happy? Does he make you happy?”
“Yes. Yes he does Wyatt,” a goofy grin spreading across her face, transforming it and convincing Wyatt.
“That’s ok then,” he declared, feeling a sense of relief from something he hadn’t even realised he was holding onto deep down and needed to let go.
“Friends?” he held out a hand to her.
“Friends!” she confirmed, taking his hand and pulling him into a quick hug, before turning away and following to catch up with Flynn.
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Everyone agreed privately that Wyatt became far more tolerable after that and the team dynamics improved, so much that they finally started to turn the tide against Rittenhouse in the months that followed, eventually defeating them.
But that’s a story for another time.