When I Touch You

It had been hours since Garcia Flynn had seen Lucy Preston. She had left him, hard, aching, and desperately needing to bury himself deep inside her, after a very passionate makeout session. It had helped, only slightly, that her groan of frustration was just as fervent as his when they had been interrupted by a knock on the door of their room earlier that morning. Future Wyatt, damn him, had just as impeccable timing as his younger counterpart. Lucy was starting to heal, her bruises not gone but significantly faded and her ribs were giving her less problems. He knew her mobility and strength and range of motion were returning. Future Wyatt had kept him updated on the progress of their training sessions. As for himself, he was healing, he had enough use of his right arm that he felt he could use both hands to caress her body when they finally made love. And if it didn't happen soon he might as well go outside and howl at the moon like the crazy man that he was becoming. Christ, he didn't think he had been this consumed with thoughts of sex back when he was a horny teenager. There were times he felt like he couldn't continue to breathe if he didn't feel her skin against his.

He thought that they were both ready. Not physically, they had long ago passed that point, but emotionally. She hadn't yet said the words, but he was pretty sure that he saw love in her eyes when she looked at him. God, please don't let me be wrong on this. He was so ass deep in love with her that he would never recover. Truth be told, he never wanted to recover. He hadn't lied when he told Lucy that she was all he saw. Awake or in dreams, his mind was filled with images of her. He still struggled with the fact that he was in no way good enough for her. If the universe had any sense of karmic justice he wouldn't even be able to look upon her from afar much less be able to hold her in his arms and kiss her. He couldn't believe that she was with him, felt like he was living in a dream, but he thanked God for it. Lucy was his miracle. He felt that they were both ready for the intimacy of being lovers but if this, what he currently had with her, was all she was ever comfortable with, he would die a happy man. Or perhaps a very frustrated one. Would Wyatt always be nearby to interrupt their every moment? Perhaps that was his curse.

Garcia wanted her as safe as she could be and right now that meant her training with the bearded one, so rather than telling Wyatt to 'fuck off' like he'd wanted, he had given her one last lingering kiss and let her crawl from their bed. He spent his own morning with a doctor's appointment, physical therapy exercises, and a planning session with Future Lucy. The went over different plans and scenarios to save Rufus and tried to figure out how to divide the group into effective smaller teams. He saw his Lucy briefly during a very uncomfortable team meeting. Fucking Wyatt. The junior version this time. Future Wyatt seemed to want to spend as little time as possible with his present day self. Definitely points in his favor in Garcia's humble opinion, because present day Wyatt was, in the polietest of terms, a shitshow. He was drinking a bit less but the soldier was so deeply mired in pain, anger, and self-loathing that it was miserable to be around him.

His day continued with several hours spent at their makeshift gun range working to increase his ability to shoot left handed. He was good and improving and he could, with smaller weapons, shoot a bit with his right hand. Still, if he didn't get a lot better, he was going to have to pair Lucy with Future Wyatt on the mission to save Rufus. He would not take chances with her safety and, much as he didn't like it, the bearded one was currently in a better position to protect her than he was. Besides, if Agent Christopher gave the green light for his proposed secondary mission, and he was considering moving ahead even if she didn't, Future Wyatt would be safer for Lucy. He was a big boy. He could handle teaming Lucy up with the soldier from the future. You just keep telling yourself that. As he had done several times that day, he told the little voice in his head to shut up. He refused to let his ego get in the way. In this instance, his personal preferences meant nothing, her safety was all that was important. Not that he was looking forward to having that conversation with her, because he very much wasn't, but there was no way in hell he would pair Lucy with himself if he wasn't at one-hundred percent. And there was definitely no chance, in heaven or in hell, that he would pair her up with a present day Wyatt. After everything Garcia didn't that trust the man.

Which brought him to the reason that he hadn't seen Lucy at all, not even in passing, for the last several hours. His 'discussion' with Agent Christopher. Present day Wyatt didn't know it but Garcia was trying to help him. Well okay, his main goal was to minimize the risk to the team caused by the soldier's stupidity and conflicted loyalties. The fact that he would be helping Wyatt was secondary. And honestly, he did have some sympathy for Wyatt. Iris was still an open wound on his battered heart. He couldn't imagine the pain of knowing that he was to be a father and then be kept from any information on the pregnancy and the birth. With Iris he had been at every doctor's appointment, every ultrasound, and in the delivery room. Garcia knew he had driven Lorena half mad with his excitement and anxiety. God willing, he would one day do the same with Lucy. He locked that thought down tight before those dreams went any further. He had three goals right now. Keep Lucy safe, save Rufus, and allow Wyatt the chance to know his child.

Agent Denise Christopher wanted no part of letting Jessica Logan anywhere near her team again. There was that old saying 'fool me once shame on you, fool me twice …' well she wanted no shame on any part of her.

"Flynn, what the hell are you thinking? Did you forget what happened the last time we let Mrs. Logan in?" Agent Christopher's face matched the incredulous tone of her voice.

She clearly thought he was crazy. Fine. He would just have to convince her. "No I haven't. But, can you honestly tell me that you one hundred percent trust Wyatt not to do something stupid, something that puts the team at risk, to protect her and the baby? Can you look me in the eye and say that?"

Arms crossed over his chest, he leaned back against the wall and tried for a relaxed pose and failed. He held himself rigid, tension evident in the lines of his body, and fixed Agent Christopher with a pointed stare and let the silence between them just hang. After several pointed moments of non-conversation he uttered "I didn't think so."

"Fine, I don't trust Wyatt. But I trust him a hell of a lot more than I trust Jessica or Emma." Christopher's expression made it clear that she would concede the battle on trusting Wyatt but not the war of letting Jessica into their new safe house.

"My point exactly. Jessica and her unborn child are one gigantic weapon. It might not have occurred to her yet, but once it does, Emma will use their safety as a bargaining chip with Wyatt."

A look of horror was slowly overtook Denise's face as the truth of his words hit home. "Oh God, you're right. Emma wouldn't hesitate. Hell, Jessica might even suggest it to manipulate Wyatt and gain information. I doubt she realizes that Emma would have no scruples about going through with any threats made toward Jessica or the baby." She sighed and couldn't keep the tiredness from her voice as she continued. "And Wyatt would do anything to keep them safe. He might hate himself but he'd do it."

"And I wouldn't blame him." He laughed bitterly at the shock written all over Agent Christopher's face. "What, do you think I'm such a bastard that I'd let an innocent child be harmed by that self proclaimed Rittenbitch?" He thought that he had reached an understanding with this woman the night she found him watching Lucy as she slept on the couch. Believed that, while they weren't friends, she, at the very least, trusted him. Stung, he told himself that Lucy's opinion was the only one that mattered but it didn't change the fact that it hurt.

"No, I don't think you're a bastard at all. I'm pretty sure I'm just starting to realize how deeply you can love and that despite any protestations on your part, you care for the rest of the team."

Well fuck. He was stunned. Was he really that obvious? She laughed. Actually laughed at him.

"Did you really think that we" at his look she rolled her eyes and modified the statement "Okay Jiya and I, don't know how much you love Lucy? However, that doesn't change the fact that I thought you hated Wyatt."

God he really hated explaining himself. It was hard enough to express his thoughts and feelings to Lucy and they were intimately involved. He wasn't completely sure he understood his motivation on this much less be able to try to explain it to someone else. "I don't exactly … hate Future Wyatt. Yes, the less said about his present day counterpart the better but Lucy still cares for him and values his friendship though God knows why. I don't want her to worry about this… and, uh,...Wyatt deserves the chance to be a father to his child."

Agent Christopher fixed him with a warm smile before returning to business. "Okay, so we need to get Jessica away from Rittenhouse. How? When?"

They went round and round for hours. Both felt that the sooner they could separate Jessica from Emma and Rittenhouse the better but they couldn't agree on when. Christopher thought it was too risky to try it when they went back for Rufus. Garcia felt that with the extra firepower brought by Future Lucy and Future Wyatt, this would be the best time to attempt to take Jessica. Finally they agreed, Rufus was the primary mission but if he got the chance, he would kidnap Jessica and bring her back. Where they would keep her was a different story. Tomorrow Agent Christopher would start setting up a secure holding cell somewhere in the underground portion of the safe house.

Given the missions dual objectives, they decided the best teams would be Future Wyatt with Lucy and Jiya and him with Future Lucy and present day Wyatt. Stupid idiot. He and Future Lucy would talk tomorrow and see how their current plan could be modified or if she had any suggestions on how to accomplish his secondary task. He really had no idea how that conversation would go. He had avoided the warrior woman who had given him her innermost thoughts as much as possible, partially because his Lucy was the only thing that he could see, but mostly because of how she arrived and his fear of what she would tell him of the future. He had no idea how Jessica's pregnancy played out for Future Lucy and Wyatt but he had a feeling that the discussion that he would have with her tomorrow would tell him far more about the future than he wanted to know.

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Garcia paused outside his door. He needed a minute to let go off his plans, all of the discussions he'd had that day, and all of his fears for the future. He would not take that into their room, into their sanctuary. There was no way he would burden Lucy with that. Inside their room, as much as possible with the ghosts that haunted them, it was just the two of them. He wanted to enter, drag her onto the bed, wrap himself around her, and, please God no interruptions this time, bury himself deep inside her. Slightly breathless from the thought, he entered the room and was struck dumb. She was sitting on the bed wearing his favorite sweater and, judging from the position of her body, little else. He momentarily questioned whether or not he should tell her about his secondary mission before they made love but seeing her drove all other thoughts out of his mind. The look of longing on her face sent fire racing through his veins and then she smiled. Fuck! That smile. If he had wanted her before, it was nothing compared to how he wanted her after that smile. It was a smile full of sultry promises and sensual pleasures.

"Garcia." She lifted a hand and crooked a finger beckoning him to the bed.

His mouth was suddenly dry as the sahara. He had to swallow several times before he could force any words from his throat. "Draga moja... ljubavi."

She was so fucking beautiful it hurt. His words caused her a light blush to stain her cheeks but her smile got even brighter. Then she was in his arms and his mouth was on hers. Please God no interruptions tonight. His last coherent thought was that he would murder anyone who interrupted them for anything other than a full scale Rittenhouse invasion of their new location. After that it was just Lucy.

Her lips moved frantically over his as his hands found their way under the sweater and found only Lucy. He marvelled at the silkiness of her skin as he dragged her onto his lap and deepened their kiss. One hand cupped a breast as his mouth made its way slowly down her neck, pausing to nip at her jawline and then lingered at a particularly sensitive spot that he discovered at the base of her throat. Lucy's smile and low purr expressed her enjoyment.

Vaguely he wondered about the sound proofing in the bedrooms. It had to be better than the cavernous echoing bunker right? But then Lucy shifted her legs and rocked her core against him and he decided he really didn't give a damn. His hands pulled her even tighter against him as he pushed up against her creating the sweetest type of friction.

"Garcia." His name was a long drawn out moan. Her hands disappeared from underneath his short and his answering groan protested the loss. Evidently Lucy had other ideas because suddenly the sweater was off and she was naked. A fully clothed Lucy Preston was a beautiful thing but there were absolutely no words, in any language, to describe the perfection of her unclothed form. The graceful line of her collarbone, the peaked dusky rose nipples that crowned her gently rounded breasts, the dip of her waist and the curve of her hips all called out for the touch of his hand and the brush of his lips.

"Lijep." He paused and tortured them both as he drank in the sight before him. Every cell in his body was screaming at him to tear off his clothing and bury himself into her warmth but there would be time for speed later, not now, not this first time. This first time he wanted to go slow and savor every last second. He was going to cover every inch of her skin with kisses and feel her come apart on his fingers and again on his tongue. Only then would he allow himself to enter her.

"Savrsen."

"Garcia," she locked her eyes on his and rocked her hips "touch me."

God he loved it when her voice took on that breathy tone. And it became his new mission in life to make her repeat the sound she made when he drew her nipple into his mouth. A quick graze of his teeth and she made it again. He laid her gently back on the bed to better explore her body. "Moja draga ti si tako seksi." Each word was punctuated with a kiss.

He captured her hands and drew them over her head cuffing her wrists with one of his large hands. As he sucked her breast back into his mouth his other hand moved lower and he felt the muscles in her flat abdomen ripple at his touch.

He raised his head, green eyes heavy with desire, and looked at her as he ran his fingers up her inner thigh, over her hip, and back down her thigh. "Zelim toliko" he told her. Her mind might not understand his words, English was beyond him at the moment, but her body knew. She nodded her head yes, arched and shuddered, moving to offer herself more fully to his mouth and hand. With infinite care he mapped her body, exploring her as he would a new continent. Her eyes were closed and she was lost in sensation as his hand moved in circles, drawing closer but never touching the area she wanted him most to explore.

"Please." She opened her eyes and looked at him want evident on her face. "I need…"

Lightly he drew his fingers over her center ripping a moan from her. He circled her opening before teasing her entrance with one finger. Lucy shifted her hips and that finger was suddenly buried in her wet heat. "Jebota." Her answering cry had no words but left him in no doubt that she enjoyed the feeling just as much as he did. His dick ached to be free from the restraints of his clothing. He found himself rubbing against her thigh in time with the rhythm he set with his finger.

He added a second finger as his thumb rotated over her clit. He wasn't sure if she was aware of the sounds she was making but he treasured them. His chest expanded with a sense of pride that she would let him touch her this way. That he could make her feel this way and witness the emotions moving across her face. He could tell she was close. "Ljubavi." He moved his hand slightly causing his fingers to press against her g-spot as he increased the tempo and his thumb tapped out a matching rhythm on her clit. He leaned down and captured her mouth and she exploded. He kept his hand moving, drawing out her orgasm until she finally stilled.

"Mmmmm, wow." Her smile was one of sated bliss as she looked up at him. He could only imagine the look on his own face. He definitely had not gotten enough of Lucy.

She shifted and lightly pulled against the hand that still encircled her wrists. Instantly he let them go and was about to apologize when she cupped his cheeks and drew his head down for a kiss. One kissed turned into two then four. He lost count as her hands roamed his body over his clothing. She finally broke away as her hands moved down to pull up his shirt. "Why don't you let me…"

He gave her a last burning kiss before giving her a wicked smile. "I'm not done yet." His mouth followed the path taken by his hands and then he was using his shoulders to spread her thighs further apart. He looked up at her, taking the time to marvel at her beauty yet again. He would never grow tired of seeing her like this, open to him, so trusting, already undone by pleasure. His breath on her sent little shock waves through already sensitized skin.

"Please."

She didn't have to ask twice. Garcia lowered his head and set about making her scream his name. With her hands fisted in his hair she didn't disappoint.

He just stretched himself out above her, careful to keep most of his weight on his good arm and not her, when she hooked a leg over his hip and reversed their positions. She sat astride him smiling before pulling his arms over his head and leaning down to capture his mouth with hers. She took her time about it. God, could that woman kiss. When she eventually came up for air she just grinned down at him and said "My turn."

Lucy slowly stripped his clothing from him and then wrapped each of his hands around one of the slats in their headboard. "Don't move." That smile again. She was going to kill him. His heart already felt like it was going to beat right out of his chest. She brushed her lips against his skin and proceeded to make him lose his mind. By the time she finally sank down onto him, he had begged in English and Croatian, German, and several other languages. The look in her eyes as she moved on him was everything. It was that look that caused him to sit up and wrap his arms around her, large hands settling on her hips as he helped her ride him.

"Volim te. Volim te. Uvijek, volim te." He told her over and over as he placed kisses on her eyelids, her forehead, her nose, her mouth, and on the tears that rolled down her cheeks. "Lucy." Her name was a drawn out prayer as he felt her clench around him. He rocked up into her one last time and let himself go.

When he could think again, he pulled her back down into the bed so that she lay sprawled over him and pulled the blankets up. She shifted and wiggled until she could look at him and then kissed him tenderly.

"Garcia…"

"Sshh, ljubavi. I know. Tomorrow." He kissed her softly, almost reverently. "Close your eyes and rest."

She snuggled into him and did just that. He hadn't been sure exactly what he would feel afterwards. There had been no one since Lorena. He'd worried that he would feel guilty or like he was being unfaithful but there was none of that. Instead there was just peace, love, and Lucy. Thank you. Let me be worthy of her. Let me keep her safe. And with that prayer he closed his eyes and joined Lucy in sleep.