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hope-for-olicity · 7 years

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Not A Date

This is my first Lyatt fanfic and it is based on the prompt: Lucy goes out with a man and Wyatt thinks she's going out on a date and Rufus doesn't correct him just to see it all burn.

Thanks to @rebelkyngblake for making the awesome gif and thanks to @almondblossomme for proofing!

Hope you enjoy. You can also read on AO3.

“Lucy it’s time.” Her cousin Molly looked at her pointedly.

“Time for what?

“Time for you to date. I know you ended your engagement recently but let’s be honest, that was over for months. You need to put yourself back out there. You are never going to find a man if you don’t try.”

“Wow! Have you been saving that up? I’m good Molly. You don’t need to worry. Besides, what makes you think I haven’t found someone already?”

“Please. I know you. Which is why I’ve arranged for you to have dinner with a man tonight.”

“A blind date?”

Molly nodded.

“No. Call it off. I’m not going on a blind date.”

“It’s too late, he’s already on his way to the restaurant. James is a kind man. Please give him a chance Lucy.”

******

Some days were just harder than others. If Wyatt had to admit it, he was lonely. He wanted to call Lucy. He loved hanging out with Lucy. But he didn’t want to give her the wrong impression, his heart still belonged to Jessica but maybe...

So, he couldn’t call Lucy. He decided to call one of his old army buddies.

No success, everyone seemed to be busy with their significant others.

Suddenly, he thought of Rufus. He was friends with Jiya too, he could totally hang out with them. It had been a while since their last mission, it would be great to see them. He sent Rufus a text.

Wyatt: Hey, what are you up to?

Wyatt: Want to grab dinner?

Wyatt: Jiya welcome

Wyatt put his phone down trying to pretend he wasn’t desperately waiting for a response. The clock ticked. He turned on the TV and flicked through the channels. Finally, the phone buzzed on the table.

Rufus: Jiya and I were just heading to that new restaurant on King

Rufus: The one with pink door

Rufus: You are welcome to join

Wyatt: Great I’ll see you there soon

Wyatt hoped he wasn’t crashing their date night. Nah, Rufus would have said that. They were cool.

*****

Lucy was here under duress. She did not want to be here but it would be rude to just up and leave poor James. But this was not a date, she reminded herself. This was a meeting arranged by her cousin.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Rufus and Jiya walk in and take a seat. Rufus! Maybe he could save her. Talking to this man was like watching paint dry, nice but so, so dull. As James droned on about his interest in horses, Lucy nodded and smiled and plotted her escape.

“Sorry, I just felt my phone buzz. I’d better check, we have this thing going on at work.” She hauled her phone out of bag. And quickly texted Rufus one simple word - HELP.

She was trying so hard to appear interested, that she did not hear Rufus approach “Lucy! Funny meeting you here.”

“Hello, Rufus. This is James, a friend...” Lucy knew she was reaching but this was not A DATE.

Rufus looked at Lucy like he wasn’t buying it. “Hi, Lucy and I are work colleagues. Speaking of work, Lucy can I steal you away for a moment?”

“Sure. I’ll be right back James.”

As soon as they rounded the corner to the hallway with the restrooms, Lucy let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

“No problem. Lucy who is James?” Rufus looked at her quizzically.

Lucy looked down, “a man my cousin Molly wanted me to meet.”

“A date? I didn’t know you were dating. Good for you! Although, I really thought you were interested in someone else if you know what I’m saying?”

Lucy blushed. “I’ll tell you one thing, I’m not interested in James.”

“Then why don’t you just tell him that. I’m sure he would appreciate the honesty. Then you both can move on.”

“You’re right. That would be the adult mature thing to do. I’ll do it!” She turned and began walking around the corner and turned back and looked at Rufus. “Off to adult!”

*****

Twenty minutes after Lucy had decided to adult she was still sitting at the table with James. Adulting is hard! She had tried to tell him but it was like he didn’t want to hear it. Right now, she was thinking she was going to have to say “I don’t like you,” in order for him to understand! And no one wants to hear that!

James was talking again and again she was trying to pay attention. It was at that moment, she felt more than saw Wyatt walk into the restaurant. She knew he was there, even without looking up. It was as though the air crackled when they were near one another. Gave a whole new meaning to the term sparkage.

But she and Wyatt were not to be. He was still holding out hope they would find a way to bring his wife back. Lucy was divided on that, part of her really wanted Wyatt to be happy and have his wife back the other part was selfish, she wanted Wyatt for herself. But he had implied maybe...

She looked over and saw Wyatt had joined Rufus and Jiya. So, the gang were hanging out without her. It hurt a little.

*****

Wyatt hadn’t even taken his seat when he turned on Rufus. “Is that Lucy over there? On a date? Is that why you brought me here? To show me I’m going to lose Lucy? That’s low Rufus, really low.”

“Woah! I had no idea that Lucy and her date would be here. Stop playing the blame game! But since you mentioned it, there is no reason for Lucy not to be on a date. It’s not like you told her you had feelings.”

“Rufus.” Wyatt said warningly.

“Don’t Rufus me. I’m just telling it like it is.”

*****

Lucy kept looking over at her friends. How she wished she were there instead of here. How she wished she were ANYWHERE instead of here.

“You okay?”

Oh no, James noticed her boredom. How rude of her. “Sorry, I’m fine. Just a little tired. You know how it is.”

“Oh, I know…” He proceeded to explain all the things he did when he was tired to stay awake.

All Lucy could think was maybe I could fall ill…that’s it. “Excuse me, sorry James, I have to run to the ladies. I’ll be right back.”

Lucy could feel Wyatt’s eyes on her as she left the table and headed for the hallway with the restrooms.

She made it to the restroom, reapplied her lipstick, fluffed her hair, washed her hands. She ran out of things to do. She looked at her watch, they had only had an appetizer, still a main course to go. She could do this. It was just a meal. James was nice. Buck up Preston you are made of sterner stuff than this.

With that, with her head held high she walked out of the ladies room and directly into Wyatt.

“Were you waiting for me?” She practically hissed.

“No, I mean yes, I mean I wanted to talk to you but I didn’t want to interrupt your date.” Wyatt looked down at his feet.

“What did you want to talk to me about?”

“I just wanted to say hi.”

“Well hi back. I should get back now.” Lucy began to walk away.

“Wait! Who is he? Is he good enough for you?” Wyatt could not stop the words from coming out of his mouth.

Lucy turned to look at him.

“I mean I know he’s not good enough for you. It’s just I had no idea you were seeing someone. I guess I wasn’t paying close enough attention.” Wow. He really wasn’t making things any better.

Lucy walked back to Wyatt. “You were paying plenty of attention.”

Wyatt blushed. So she had noticed.

“But he’s isn’t a date, he’s just a guy my cousin wanted me to meet. There won’t be another meeting.”

“Why did your cousin want you to meet him?” Wyatt was so confused.

“She wanted it to be a date. She thinks I need to get back out there. I disagree but it would have been rude to cancel at the last minute.”

“And you wouldn’t want to be rude,” Wyatt teased.

“That’s a bit rich coming from the man who insisted on calling me Ma'am” she winked at him. “But I really should get back and you should get back to the group dinner to which you didn’t bother inviting me.” She tried to hide the disappointment in her voice but she could see in Wyatt’s eyes he had heard it.

“It was actually a last minute thing, I invited myself to hang out with Rufus and Jiya, still not sure if they are just humouring me.”

“Next time you need someone to hang out with you should call me. I can be fun.”

“Next time, maybe I shall” he smiled at her and got lost in her beautiful eyes.

They were looking so intently at one another they didn’t notice James until he cleared his throat.

“Oh my God, James! This is Wyatt, Wyatt Logan, another one of my colleagues.”

Wyatt stuck out his hand and James shook it saying, “James, James Smith, a friend of Lucy’s.”

“Sorry for hogging your friend James.”

“No problem, I just wanted to come back and make sure she was okay.” He turned to Lucy. “You were gone a long time so I worried you were sick or something.”

Lucy saw her way out and seized it like a life raft. “Actually James, I’m really not feeling well. It may be best if we call it a night.”

“Sure, let me take you home.” He began to lead Lucy away, he turned and looked back at Wyatt, “nice meeting you.”

“Nice meeting you as well.” Although Wyatt was pretty sure they wouldn’t be meeting again.

*****

Wyatt went back to his table and enjoyed a lovely meal with Rufus and Jiya before heading home for the night.

He was slowly shuffling home after maybe one too many glasses of wine when he noticed Lucy huddled on his doorstep.

“Lucy? What are you doing here?”

“I didn’t want to go home and I thought it might be fun to hang out with you. You know, if you want to?” She was suddenly feeling very insecure about this. What if he thought she was stalking him?

“I’d love to hang out with you Lucy!”

“Great!” Lucy got up. “So tomorrow, then?”

“Where are you going?” Wyatt laughed. “You waited for me to come home so you could leave?”

“I thought it might be too late.” She said shyly.

“No, come on in. Let’s watch some TV.”

Lucy smiled. This was not a date but exactly where she wanted to be.

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deknutseljuf · 2 years

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never-ever-eat-pears · 7 years

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Timeless Fanfic Challenge, Week 4

Title: Stay Pairing: Lucy/Wyatt Rating: PG-13 Word count: 1,932

Written for the prompt: “How long have you been standing there?”

“I didn’t know you were keeping track.”

7:21

Wyatt frowns at his illuminated phone screen, the numbers seeming to mock him.

“Seriously?” Apparently it’s not just time that’s mocking him right now. “That’s like, the fifth time you’ve looked at your phone.”

Wyatt scowls. “I didn’t know you were keeping track.”

Rufus just shrugs, takes a sip of his beer. “Not hard when you’ve looked five times in as many minutes.” He softens a little. “Relax, man. She’ll be here.”

Wyatt just sighs, taking a sip of his own drink, resolutely not thinking about the million and one horrible things that could happen to Lucy, because they’re fighting back against a government conspiracy, one that does not take kindly to those who disavow them, especially when that person is “royalty.”

“Hey.” Rufus clinks the bottom of his bottle against Wyatt’s glass to get his attention. “I know it sucks. You got used to her being there, got used to knowing that if something happened, you were only in the next room. I get it. You remember when Jiya got released from the hospital and I stayed with her for a few days? It was tough to go back home.”

Rufus is right, of course. Wyatt had definitely gotten used to Lucy staying with him. It was only supposed to be for a few days, initially. In the aftermath of the chaos that ensued with the Mothership being stolen—again—and Lucy’s return to Mason Industries pale and shaking (“My mom is one of them. She’s Rittenhouse.”) Lucy had nowhere to go, couldn’t go back home, and Wyatt hadn’t even hesitated in inviting her to stay.

She’d only had a couple of days to process everything when they were called in. The Mothership had been located and the three of them were off to chase the mysterious Rittenhouse operative—who they later learned was none other than Emma Whitmore—through time. They’d have a day or two at most back in the present before they were off again, and just like that, a couple of days turned into a couple of weeks turned into a couple of months.

But now Lucy has her own place, and Wyatt is clearly not hiding his concern very well. “I just…I don’t trust them not to hurt her, ‘royalty’ or not. Especially with that asshole ex-fiancé of hers getting arrested and Lucy cutting off contact with her mother. These are not people who just take ‘no’ for an answer, Rufus.”

“I know. Like I said, I get it.” And then, slyly, as he takes another drink, “Plus, ya know, you liked living with her.”

Wyatt glares at his friend across the table. “We weren’t ‘living together,’ Rufus.”

Rufus leans back in his chair, amused. “Sure, man. If you say so.”

Downing the last of the whiskey, Wyatt resists the urge to grab his phone and check the time yet again, spinning his now-empty glass around on the tabletop. Maybe Rufus is right about this too. Probably. (He is.) Wyatt sighs. “Am I that transparent?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Thanks.” But it’s hard to deny that having Lucy there had been…nice, and not simply because it slightly lessened his anxiety about her safety. The only moment of awkwardness came when, upon walking into the apartment, it occurred to Wyatt the only two places to sleep in his tiny place were either the couch or his bed. But it was dealt with easy enough: they could just take turns, Lucy suggested (Which they did. Except for those first few nights when the shock and stress had Lucy waking from nightmares, fighting against the blankets around her, believing she was back in that car, drowning, panicking, unable to breathe. And he would wake her—You’re safe, it’s ok, I’m here—and she’d press her face against his chest and whisper stay).

It had become normal, going to and returning from missions together, sitting down to watch a movie together after making dinner (well, after Wyatt made dinner because Lucy’s clumsiness regarding windows and horses also extended to kitchen appliances), making room for all her things…he chuckles.

“What?” Rufus asks, curiously.

“She had a few bags, the things she packed when she left her mother’s. One of the suitcases barely had any clothes in it—it was full of books, mostly history and biographies. She had them stacked all over the bedroom.” He smiles fondly. “Had some of her own, too, the ones she wrote. She caught me reading one, once. The one about Lincoln.”

“Ok, yeah,” Rufus says definitively. “As someone who was you not that long ago, you need to just tell her how you feel. And if I had to hazard a guess, I’d say she’s feeling the same. I mean, she did lie to freakin’ Homeland Security to help you steal a damn time machine. If that’s not—”

“I know,” Wyatt grits out, as Rufus frowns at the sudden shift in mood. But he wasn’t there, he didn’t see the look on her face… “Lucy didn’t just lie for me. She was willing to go with me, to change history—the thing she’s supposed to protect—to help me get my wife back.” Unable to look at Rufus’ concerned expression, Wyatt drops his gaze to the table, desperately ignoring the gathering tears that burn behind his eyes. “I couldn’t let her risk the deal to get her sister back, not for me. She was worried about me getting kicked off the team, about what could happen, and I…I told her it didn’t matter as long as I got Jess back.” Wyatt shakes his head, clears his throat of the rising emotion as he remembers Lucy’s face falling as her heart broke, her soft oh as she lowered herself to the stairs. “And she cried and I...I just stood there. I just stood there like a jackass, Rufus, and I couldn’t even look at her, because if I did, I’d have gone over to her, and if I held her, I…” He takes a deep breath before finally admitting out loud the truth he’d barely acknowledged to himself. “I think I would have stayed.”

“Um—”

When Wyatt finally looks up, feeling like a bit of the weight on his chest has been lifted, it’s to see Rufus looking not at him, but somewhere past Wyatt’s shoulder. “What are you…?” He turns. And freezes. Oh.

Because standing a few feet behind him, eyes wide and shining in the dim bar lighting, is Lucy.

“Uh, hey Lucy,” Rufus says with forced nonchalance. “How long have you been standing there?”

Lucy doesn’t reply, but the look on her face clearly conveys long enough.

As she slowly walks over to the table, Rufus jumps up so fast he practically tips over his chair in his haste to get away from the tension that’s settled around them. “I’m just gonna go somewhere…not here.”

Wyatt watches Lucy carefully as she takes the seat nearest his. He wants to explain, apologize, maybe, for his inability to tell her this before now, but all he can get out is her name. “Lucy…”

Before he can speak, she shakes her head, and, surprising him, reaches out to take his hand. “I couldn’t hug you goodbye,” she says softly. Off his confused look, she explains, “I couldn’t hug you for the same reason you couldn’t look at me.” She looks down at their hands for a long moment before meeting his eyes again. Voice wavering only a little, she whispers, “Because I would’ve asked you to stay. And that would’ve been selfish of me. I couldn’t be the reason you didn’t try.”

It’s surprise, yes, but also relief, that bubbles up in his chest, because it’s confirmation that these feelings between them are real, that whatever this is, she feels it as deeply as he does. Wyatt laces their fingers together, even as both their hands shake. “Lucy. What I said then, about how nothing else mattered—”

“You don’t have to—”

“I do. Because you need to know.” He squeezes her hand, brushes his thumb soothingly across her knuckles the way he should have done that day. “A part of me will always love Jess. But Lucy, I meant what I said about focusing on the present, about being open to possibilities.” He takes a steadying breath. “And I’d like them to be with you.”

The watery smile she gives him is breathtaking. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. And also? You could never be selfish, Lucy. What you did was probably the least selfish thing anyone has done for me.”

Lucy brushes away the few tears that escaped, this time squeezing his hand, and giving a tiny shrug. “You deserve to be happy, Wyatt.”

He leans in, keeps his eyes steady on hers so that there is no mistaking what he means when he says softly, “I am.” Wyatt isn’t sure how long they sit that way, eyes locked and hands clasped, wearing matching ridiculous grins, though it seems like hours and mere seconds simultaneously.

That is, until a familiar voice says, “Are you two happening? Is it happening?” and Lucy and Wyatt spring apart, hands falling back to their sides as they look up to find Rufus smirking down at them.

Wyatt shoots him a glare, while Lucy just shakes her head, huffing out a laugh. “I guess we deserved that.”

“Yep.” Rufus returns to his previously vacated chair, still entirely too amused by it all. “He holds up his phone, waves it. “Can I tell Jiya it’s happening?” He teases, not quite able to let it go.

“Shut up,” Wyatt grouses, but there’s no real irritation behind it. The three of them order another round of drinks, and, well, if Lucy moves her chair a little closer to Wyatt’s, and if Wyatt holds her hand beneath the table, and if they sneak shy glances at each other every so often, then no one has to know.

(Rufus totally knows.)

Eventually they agree to call it a night, knowing they may be hopping in the Lifeboat and jumping through time soon enough, something best done with at least a few hours of sleep behind them. Lucy took a cab to the bar, so Wyatt offers to drive her back to her place.

He walks her inside and to her apartment, and though they both know it’s not really necessary, neither are ready to say goodnight quite yet. They stand together outside her door, Lucy fumbling with her keys, but not making a move to unlock the door and go inside. “Goodnight, Wyatt,” she murmurs, though the step she takes moves her closer to him rather than further away.

“Goodnight. Ma’am,” he replies, voice coming out lower than he intends. He takes a small step forward, as Lucy tilts her head just a fraction.

Wyatt isn’t sure how long they stand there or who leans in first, but suddenly her lips are on his and she tastes like the white wine she drank, and his head feels fuzzy, his pulse racing. Lucy’s hand cradles his jaw as he curves one hand over her hip, the other tangling in her hair, holding her closer, and his heart is thundering so loud against his ribs he’s sure Lucy can hear it.

When they eventually part, breathing a little heavier than normal, Lucy finally unlocks her door with the keys she’s somehow still holding on to. Just inside the doorway, she turns to face him. This time, when she straightens the collar of his jacket, she’s beaming.

She holds out her hand. He takes it. “Stay?”

(He does.)

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saisoto · 5 years

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maereed · 7 years

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Timeless Fic Challenge, Week #1

Title: Late Is Better Than Never Prompt: Lucy, Wyatt and Rufus are supposed to go to a bar after a mission but Rufus cancels (reason to be chosen by the writer) and Lucy and Wyatt go alone. Relationship: Lucy Preston/Wyatt Logan Tags: Friendship/Love, feelings, idk Notes: Only you, @officerparker. Only you. My little take on this week’s prompt. Just scroll right past it. Word Count: 2,267 Rating: PG-13

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The idea comes from Wyatt after yet another fruitless mission. Another mission. A double operative supplying them with inside information on Rittenhouse wasn’t enough to bring their trips through time to and end after all. The good: Pendleton was officially and unequivocally out of the question now. The bad: everything else.

The mission was now Emma. Rittenhouse Emma, they’d come to find out. The woman was devious— deranged; in what they could count as fewer than a dozen jumps she’d made some drastic changes to History as it was known. Catching her was impossible. The trio would argue it was hopeless going after her. She’d be long gone every time they arrived wherever it was the Lifeboat pinpointed she’d jumped to. Still, Denise Christopher insisted they kept trying.

Lucy’s met with jolts of trepidation daily because of it. Her hands shake out of fear when they look up the articles (knowing well enough they won’t find anything even remotely resembling what she learned in books, articles, and lectures). No. Instead, they come across all the gruesome changes brought about by Emma. It’s frustrating for the three of them to sit by idly, waiting four hours for the Lifeboat to recharge while the redhead is out and about adsorbing Rittenhouse’s vile tendrils through the fabric of time and space.

It’s a no-brainer as far as Lucy is concerned. The perspective of doing something “normal” for a change a very welcomed one. She says yes to the offer immediately.

She’s fumbling through her locker when Wyatt and Rufus gather around, a deep sigh echoing through the closed space as it escapes Wyatt’s throat. Goddammit. The brief had taken longer than he’d expected. New game, new rules. They would now have exceptional, segregated military briefs. Wyatt hated them.

“You guys ready to go?”

“Uh. Yeah, about that,” comes Rufus’ reserved remark. “I– I can’t make it, guys. I’m sorry.”

The look in their faces prompts him to further explain. “It’s Jiya,” he says. “She, well, she proposed an impromptu outing I can’t say no to.”

Wyatt gives him a knowing look. “You sly dog.”

Ironically, Rufus’ mortification increases tenfold from the last time Wyatt offered the same quip. And now he and Jiya were together. Officially together. For the world to see.

Well, that was certainly off the table now. Lucy wills her dismay not to show. They smile at their friend, then their gazes meet and the flush the visual contact brings makes them look away quickly.

“Have fun, Rufus,” Lucy utters stoically.

“See you later, bro.”

Rufus nods at the pair, something in his expression catching their attention as he leaves. What was that? A hint at something both pretended not knowing anything about? It was probably nothing.

Chances were he wouldn’t want to go with her alone. Ever since that exchange … the one Connor Mason had so gracefully interrupted, she thinks, things had been different. Good different. Well, at least for the most part. It hadn’t broken anything in their friendship, nothing like that. In some ways, it had strengthened their bond. Wyatt would be less reckless in missions now, gravitate towards her more often, ask her how she was doing unexpectedly. He would be damned if anything happened to her on his watch … or at all.

But it was as if there were this elephant in the room that neither could address, as much as they wanted to. The words got stuck in between whenever the thought of opening up came about, and they would trail off midsentence.

“So,” she breaks the silence. They both shift in their feet, eye contact coming at a great sacrifice. “You want to— you want to cancel, then?” She regrets it the moment the words part from her.

Wyatt looks at her and Lucy wonders what is going through his mind as he takes his excruciating time to answer. “I’m there if you’re there,” he says.

There it is.

The bar is so packed the hubbub clouds even their thoughts. They’d forgotten some sort of sporting event was taking place that evening.

Wyatt talks to a bartender behind the counter and next thing she knows they’re sitting in a somewhat more reserved section of the establishment.

“What is it with people and sports?” He asks as he sits across from her.

Lucy shrugs, sharing the sentiment. Sports were surely not her thing. Not so much the activity itself, but the mayhem that seemed to invariably go hand-in-hand.

It was nice, this part of the bar. Sounds of cheers and television sets still resonated about, but at least they could hear each other’s voices.

Round goes in, round goes out, and Lucy notices Wyatt’s half-poured glass sitting in front of him. The same one he’d been sipping all night.

“That all you’re having?” She points in the general direction of the table.

She’s had a few by now. Not enough to make her stray from her faculties, but plenty to make her chirpy.

“Someone’s got to be the sober friend.”

“Wyatt––,” it starts as a protest, one that he promptly brushes off.

“Speaking of which, that all you’re having?” The peanuts sit in front of her, bowl almost empty by now.

“It’s fine,” she says. “I’m not hungry, anyway.”

“You’ve got to eat something. When was the last time you’ve had a meal?”

Lucy stares at the far wall, brows slightly furrowed. Well, he got his answer.

“Come on, let’s get you some food.” Wyatt pays the bill and both are thankful when the deafening sound is no longer, left behind closed doors and a good 20 yards’ distance.

“I don’t want to go to a sit-down restaurant,” Lucy objects, irritated she even has to get something to eat.

“No need,” he counters. “We’re right outside the boardwalk. Food is what these places are all about.”

It’s not as awkward as they had anticipated, walking around the bright and festive streets. No actual topic of conversation is reached, but there is no uncomfortable silence either. They stop by a food truck and Lucy decides to go with their specialty, a savory delicacy everyone around her is raving about. They were not wrong.

“Goodness, these are amazing,” Lucy utters in almost a melodic manner. “You need to try this,” she extends her arm.

Wyatt grins. “I’m good. You just go ahead and finish up.”

She starts humming to the music that comes through the loudspeakers, a hint of jiggling that brings a smirk to Wyatt’s face. She snaps out of it before he can look too flabbergasted.

“Come on, Wyatt. A little bite?” She’s now shaking the contents in her hand in front of them.

“I’ll make sure to come back for one of these.”

Lucy puffs. “So uptight.”

“Excuse me?” He fakes indignation when he’s actually amused.

She looks at him and what follows takes him by surprise. She bursts out laughing and for a shadow of a moment he feels his legs give in. He’d never heard her laugh before, not like this. He thinks it’s a sound he doesn’t want to say goodbye to.

“What?” She must have noticed him wander off.

“Nothing,” he’s got nothing else and hopes she doesn’t press the matter. To his relief, she doesn’t. What she does is take another bite of her food.

It’s nice having this Lucy— a little more carefree, somewhat less restrained.

Lucy feels mellow, light on her feet. It’s a beautiful night and she can almost feel like an ordinary person. Almost.

“Hey, look,” she chirps, pulling at Wyatt’s arm. Her finger pointing his gaze towards an unknown direction.

“What am I looking at?”

“Aren’t those yours?”

“Mine?” Wyatt isn’t sure what he’s looking at.

“Yeah, as in, they belong to you.”

Wyatt chuckles. “I know what you mean, Lucy. “What I’m saying is—, ” he’s not even sure where to start.

Lucy is dead serious, her eyes daring him to make a witty remark.

“Okay, Preston. Let’s take you home.”

“I’m not drunk, Wyatt,” her tone comes off as annoyed. She isn’t. “You haven’t seen me drunk. There’s a lot of singing … and dancing,” a hint of embarrassing memories goes through her face.

Now that is something he would have to see.

The drive over to her new place is considerably longer than it would have been (had she kept her old address). It gives the alcohol plenty of time to subdue.

Her mother had gone off the grid after revealing she was part of Rittenhouse. Their old house, left behind. For a whole minute, Lucy considered staying there when agent Christopher came bearing the news. We couldn’t make an arrest on your mother. And, I’m afraid she’s nowhere to be found. It wasn’t hard deciding otherwise.

Wyatt pulls over as he reaches the cozy residence, puts the car in park, and turns to look at her.

“You feel better?”

“Yeah,” she feels fire on her cheeks as awareness takes over. “Thanks.”

She doesn’t want to walk inside, but what else is there to do? He doesn’t want her to go either.

“Thanks, Wyatt,” she takes long pauses, prolonging the inevitable. “This was fun,” contentment washes over her. A semblance at normalcy was something that didn’t come easy lately. Tonight was different.

Wyatt nods, a smile on his face. That devilish smile. “Sure thing,” he considers whether to say the next word or not, but he doesn’t have to. Both smile knowing exactly what it would be.

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow? Or maybe, in a few hours … or whenever.” There was no knowing when Emma would prompt a call from Denise Christopher, urging them to rush down Mason Industries.

“Walk you to your door?”

Yes. “It’s only a few feet away, I think I can handle it on my own.”

Wyatt nods, a tad disappointed. “Good night, Lucy,” he leans towards the passenger’s seat and Lucy is at a standstill as his blue eyes grow closer. He goes for her left cheek and both would profusely deny there was any hidden agenda when they shift gears slightly to meet halfway. Lip to lip over lip to cheek.

The brushing alone sends quivers through Lucy’s stomach, crying out in utter need to break free. When he captures her mouth in his they are merely laying the ground, exploring, reminiscing. Then it starts pooling from their pores, a shared urgency that is translated in every nuzzle, every stroke, every touch.

They hadn’t chosen the best position for the exchange, they would learn the hard way, and when Wyatt tries breaking the wicked distance between them he slams his knee against the shift gear.

Ow.

And the moment was ruined, Lucy thinks. Was her chagrin showing? She knows the drill, Wyatt would awkward apologize, stare at his feet, come up with some lame excuse to leave. And she would be left hanging yet again, unable to get a mere fragment of the one thing she wanted, again.

She detects the slightest hint of movement on his part, but not the one she was expecting. He’s still in her orbit, taking the hem of her jacket in his hand and slowly pulling her closer. The fireworks are unlike anything she ever experienced when her eyes close and she leaps forward, their mouths crashing together in blissful agony.

She has no idea what he did but the angle is much better now. They savor each other’s tastes and Lucy knows she never wants to give this up. Kissing him. She wants to do it all the time. She wants to do it whenever she pleases.

Wrapped in his own thoughts, Wyatt thinks the same. This time, he gives himself permission to fully relish the moment, her soft skin, her sweet scent. The first time, he rejoiced in delight and yearn … a little bit. All the while taking Lucy’s warmth in a voice screamed in the back of his brain trying to break through, trying to tell him he was making a mistake.

Now there were no voices, just a foreign longing that burned from deep within. They mirror their first kiss then, both cupping the other’s jawline. Though there’s an immediacy to it, the kiss is also paced and vulnerable. His lips are soft and luscious against hers and she wonders if it’s too forward to open up, but does it all the same. Her lips part and the swift feel of his flooding warmth engulfs her.

They smile through their lips and regret not being able to retain their attachment for much longer. Oxygen and all. Coming up for air and all. Wyatt chuckles inwardly, remembering the remark he made about Bonnie and Clyde once.

Soft pants escape their lungs as their sheepish smiles come across. It’s perfectly comfortable the way they are and it would’ve remained that way had it not hit Lucy, her eyes widening.

“Wait,” she snaps. “I didn’t do anything embarrassing, did I?”

Some parts of the evening were a bit of a haze. As far as she was concerned, they had strolled down the boardwalk, she had eaten … and that was it, right? She remembered talking, but couldn’t remember dialogues or specific words. Her brain shows her images of Wyatt and an expression she can’t quite decode. What if she said something she wasn’t supposed to? Gosh, was there something about misplaced belongings?

Wyatt just smiles at her. Again, that infuriating impish smile. He doesn’t say anything, though. He just brings her hands lazily over his shoulders and kisses her again.

She is fine with that.

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