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zuluoscarecho · 6 months

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like a slow fire burn

AN: Episode 2x21 Coda. Set between the end of 2x21 when Zoe invites Wade in and the start of 2x22 when they wake up the next morning and George shows up. I actually tried to give this feelings but also it's smutty so there's only so many feelings but Wade is in love with Zoe so…

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Even as he hung his tool belt over the post he knew following her into her carriage house was a bad idea. Sure, the next few hours would be fantastic but she’d feel worse in the morning, and he would too for being close to her for a few hours and knowing it wouldn’t last.

But he could never deny her anything, he’d do anything she asked and he’d take what he could get from her even knowing he’d never get her back after what he did, no matter how hard he tried.

He paused for a second once they were inside to take her in, she looked kind of miserable but was still the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. She dropped the blanket from around her shoulders and stood there waiting.

He was kicking himself but he had to ask, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he didn't. "Zoe…I hate to ask but are you sure about this?"

She huffed putting her hands on her hips in a move he knew well. "Yes, Wade, I am a grown ass woman, I can have a night of hot but meaningless sex if I want to and I know you can too so let's do this."

He paused again, questioning whether he could have meaningless sex with her or whether he could ever deny himself the chance of being with her again, even just for tonight.

"Wade!"

He blinked, kicking himself for wasting time when he could finally be touching her again. He pulled her against him and kissed her hard. He’d forgotten, maybe out of some misguided attempt at not missing her so much but he never wanted to forget again how good it felt. How she made him feel on top of the world just because she let him kiss her.

It'd been so long and she felt so good against him, smooth skin and soft hair and the little moans he swallowed with his mouth against hers.

He still couldn’t get over how small she was compared to him, how fragile it made her seem even though he knew she was anything but. She was fire and determination and lord was she stubborn, always convinced she knew better than anyone about everything.

The palm of his hand fell to her lower back to pull her tight against him while he kissed her. He savoured every second, exploring her mouth, relearning what it was like to kiss her. It was better than he remembered, the feel of her pressed against him, the heat of her mouth, the little panted breaths that escaped her.

Zoe tugged at the zipper on his hoodie while the other hand pulled his t-shirt up, getting the fabric of the two tangled together.

He pulled away with a chuckle. "Now hold on there, Doc. I know you're in a hurry but there's an order for these things."

Zoe glared but it had no heat, not like the looks she'd sent his way before they'd gotten together or worse, the silences after their breakup, and waved at him to hurry up. He smirked at her as he took off his hoodie and shirt. Her hands went to him immediately, one to his hip, flittering across to press against his abs while the other rounded his shoulder and pulled him back to her willingly.

He turned her in his arms, holding her tight against him for a moment as he brushed her hair aside and pressed featherlight kisses against the back of her neck.

He leant his forehead against her shoulder, taking a deep breath and savouring everything about this moment.

God he loved her more than anything, he never thought he'd have her in his arms again and even if it was just for one night he wanted to enjoy it while it lasted.

Her head rolled back against his shoulder and he took the opportunity to kiss the skin behind her ear that always made her shiver and moan. He wasn't disappointed this time round when a full body shudder vibrated through her and she tried to press impossibly closer to him. His hands found the back of her dress and tugged on the zipper, pulling it down and pressing kisses against every inch of skin he revealed until he was on his knees, lips pressed against the small of her back and hands spread wide across her hips.

She turned and let the dress drop to pool at her feet. She looked down at him and he realised, in that moment, that he'd stay there forever, on his knees, begging her to take him back. He'd give her anything she ever wanted just to have her again.

She bit her lip, suddenly unsure and hesitant and he realised, again, that he'd been staring. He made to stand up, hands sliding up from her calves to her hips. Instead she held on to his shoulders, keeping him on his knees, as she stepped out of the pool of fabric that was her dress.

"I kinda like you down there," Zoe said, a soft quirk to her lips.

The words were ready to roll off his tongue, to agree with her. I kinda like being down here.

Instead, he rolled his eyes and stood up to kiss her again. "Yeah I bet you do, Doc," he drawled against her mouth, smothering the laugh she let out.

This is what he'd missed, how they could joke and laugh in the middle of sex and it wasn't awkward and didn't ruin the mood. It made it better. It made him fall even more in love with her every time.

He moved his hands to either side of her neck to hold her against him, the feel of her pressed against his chest, skin to skin, was like fire.

He felt her kick a leg up and reach down to pry off one of her stilettos and he pulled back to look down at her. "Leave the heels on, Doc."

It wasn’t hot and fast like the first time they’d slept together, where he’d pinned her against the wall to grind against her, unable to decide where he wanted to touch her next, what he wanted to do to her first. When he couldn't stop kissing her long enough to get their clothes all the way off and he'd slid inside her with his pants still on.

This time he took it slow. He kissed her like he had all the time in the world, like he wanted to make it last. He cupped the back of her head and curled his fingers through her hair to guide her face where he wanted it. He left her breathless as he moved from her mouth down her neck to suck burning kisses against her collarbones.

His hands slid down her back, over the curve of her waist to grab her ass then down further to her thighs to lift her into his arms.

She smiled against his lips and let out a little laugh. She'd told him once, sex-drunk and sleepy, that her favourite thing was how effortlessly he carried her around and ever since he'd taken every opportunity to do so. It was one of his favourite things too, why wouldn’t he want her pressed against him and holding on tight? Well, it was one of her favourite things, he's pretty sure that thing he does with his tongue that makes her actually shut up for 30 seconds is her favourite, but she'd never admit it.

Her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist, slotting her perfectly to grind against him. She let out a moan, right against his ear as she pressed against where he was hard in his jeans. He groaned, face pressed into her shoulder.

"Yes, Wade."

He placed her gently on the bed, sliding his hands down her body to relieve her of her shoes, the height difference not so severe once they were horizontal.

He pulled back, leaning over her and caging her small form against the bed under his body.

“Zoe I-“

She shook her head, reaching out to press her finger against his lips. “Shhh, no talking, remember?”

He bit his tongue and nodded, leaning down to claim her mouth in a searing kiss. Make her feel better. He could do that, he'd pull out every trick in the damn book.

She looked beautiful, even if a little sad, like she knew this good feeling wouldn’t last long and Wade was determined to make it as good for her for as long as humanly possible just to keep that look off her face.

He moved back to her neck, going crazy with how pressing his mouth there made her arch against him. Her thighs squeezed around his hips and her soft skin brushing against him sent sparks down to his hard cock pressing against the zipper of his jeans.

She flittered one small hand against his shoulder in a barely passable attempt to push him way. “Don’t leave any marks," she babbled, continuing to push futilely against him. "It’s too hot for turtle necks.”

He wanted to though. He wanted to see the bruises later and know he’d put them there, to know she’d let him. He wanted everyone to know what they’d done.

Instead he slid further down to her breasts, tongue laving across one nipple before he slid lower. “No one’ll see it here Doc, only me an’ you'll know.” He smirked up at her taking her in, mouth open on a silent moan, one hand scrabbling at the pillow above her head. He ducked his head back down and sucked a dark bruise onto the underside of her breast. She didn’t object, one hand pressed against the back of his head holding him there, not pulling him away.

He knew this wasn't going to last, he knew this didn't mean they were back together but selfishly, possessively, he wanted her to feel him well into tomorrow. He wanted to leave her mouth swollen and red, bruises across her skin from his mouth and his fingers around her hips, sore and aching in just the right way. Something to remember him by.

Satisfied with the marks he'd left he started to move lower. He slid his lips down her stomach 'til he reached the edge of her underwear. He stopped to suck another mark on her left hipbone before he slid his fingers under the elastic. He dropped them carelessly on the floor beside the bed and slid his palms up her inner thighs, spreading them wide and making space for himself between them.

She shuddered, hips twitching against the bed and he smirked, it was just like riding a bike, knowing how to bring her pleasure.

He rested his hands over the juncture of each thigh and brushed his thumbs in slow circles moving tantalising closer to her centre. He wanted to make this last and he wanted to make it good.

She was beautiful like this (she was beautiful always), all breathy moans and stuttering sighs but he wanted to hear her scream and cry out, he knows she will, he knows he can make her.

He settled between her thighs and he thinks he could stay there forever, keep that breathy moan escaping from her until the day he dies. He licked into her, smooth and slow as her hips bucked to get away while her thighs clamped down around his head.

“Easy there princess, you squeeze too hard and we won’t get anywhere tonight.” He chuckled against her before he dived back in.

"Wade, goddammit shut up!"

He knew he was doing good when she shut up, when she couldn’t even form words, just moans and cries that spoke to his soul, when they only thing she seemed to be able to remember was his name.

"Wade, Wade, Wade, Wade. Oh fuck."

He pulled back to look at her, watched as her climax crashed over her in waves. She was trembling, eyes closed and mouth slack. Her eyes opened as he made his way back up her body, twitching away when his fingertips brushed across her breasts.

"No, no, too much," she whined, over-sensitised and buzzing.

"Never too much of a good thing Doc, and that was a hell of a good thing." He grinned at her, cocky and assured but mostly proud he could still make her come like that. That he hadn't forgotten how to make her feel good, the way she deserved.

He lay beside her to give her a few minutes to recover but he couldn't keep his hands off her. One broad palm slid across her stomach and around to her hip to pull her against him so he could kiss her. He'd never get tired of kissing her and she fell into his chest and kissed him back.

"How am I buck naked and you're still wearing pants?" she groaned when she moved to hike her leg over his waist and came up against the rough material of his jeans.

"Tonight's about you, remember?" He ducked his head to tease at a nipple and rolled back on top of her.

"Yeah so it's about what I want, and I want you naked," Zoe said, demanding as always. She reached for his belt and the button on his jeans.

He slipped one finger into her warm, wet heat, curling it up to find that spot. The first push of him inside her, so soon after her first orgasm made her pause, hands falling away from him. She writhed against the bed, his name on her lips. A second finger followed the first and she cried out again.

He paused, two fingers deep inside her and she moaned trying to thrust her hips into his hand. She was so beautiful like this, sweat beading on her skin, her wet heat tight around his fingers.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmured, voice low and hot in her ear. “Tell me what you need, baby.”

“You, Wade, I need you, I want-" she broke off on a moan when he finally started to move his fingers again.

He brushed a thumb across her clit in fast circles, he wanted one more orgasm from her before he was inside her.

"You're so close, baby, I know you are," he murmured, moving his fingers slower now, sliding along every bump and ridge and pushing deep to curl inside her. "Come on, let go."

She groaned in frustration, her hips arching up into his hand. "Wade, come on, enough already."

Her hand fumbled out for the bedside draw but got distracted when his fingers slide across her g-spot and his thumb across her clit and a second orgasm roared through her taking her by surprise. He pulled his hand away, catching her gaze as he licked her juices from his fingers.

He leant over her while she stared dazedly at the ceiling and reached into the draw where he knew she kept the condoms. He allowed himself a private smile when he saw the new box, still unopened from the last time he'd refilled their stash.

He was just about to roll on the condom when small hands took it from him.

"Allow me," Zoe said, looking up at him from under her lashes. Her pupils were still blown wide and he could feel her pulse beating fast in her neck when he put his hand there to pull her into a kiss.

He groaned at the first touch of her hand on his dick, positioning the condom before she rolled it down.

It's not that he'd been unaware of his hard on before, just that he'd been more focused on her than his own pleasure but now that his dick had his undivided attention it was making its desires known. And it wanted to be inside her now.

He slid into her and choked out a moan. God, she felt so good. Like nothing else, like coming home, like everyone before and after her had been a cheap imitation of perfection.

He had to stop, buried inside her, to breathe for a second, hands on her hips to hold her still when she tried to squirm against him.

"Zoe," he managed, face pressed to her shoulder. "Zoe, Zoe, just give me a second here."

"Wade, please. You feel- it's so good, please, come on, I need-"

"Fuck." He breathed out against her, at war with his body on how long this was all gonna last. He ignored her pleading and the way she tried to buck her hips as he gained control and staved off his orgasm, at least for now.

He slowly started to roll his hips into her and she cried out.

His picked up the pace until his hips were snapping into her hard and fast and she was sliding slowly up the bed under the power of his thrusts. He reached one hand out to brace against the headboard to stop her sliding too far. He pressed his mouth to hers but it was more them breathing, hot and heavy into each others mouths than actually kissing.

He knelt back up and pulled her into his lap, changing the angle and making them both moan.

"You ready Zoe? 'Cause I am so ready, baby."

"I'm close, yes, almost." Her head was thrown back, his arms around her waist supporting her as he thrust into her. She reached down to brush her fingers across her clit and dropped over the edge, tightening around him buried deep inside her. He came a second later, spilling into the condom as he lowered her back down to the mattress beneath him.

Minutes, hours maybe, later he separated himself from her and ducked into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When he came back, she was half-asleep already. He slide into bed beside and wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against his chest, sliding his other arm beneath her head. She let out an annoyed sleepy sound at the man-handling but snuggled back against him anyway and he couldn’t resist brushing his lips across her cheek.

The next morning he woke before her, which wasn’t much of a surprise considering he hadn’t really slept at all, too focused on savouring every moment of her in his arms while it still lasted.

The sun was shining through the blinds they hadn’t closed the night before and he knew it wouldn’t be long before the brightness woke her. But he still couldn’t bring himself to move, to stop looking at her like this, so soft and warm and safe in his arms. He never thought he’d get to have this again.

She was curled up against his chest, face buried in his shoulder and he had one hand curled around her back. He could feel her breath against his skin. He couldn't explain the calmness or the sense of rightness he felt lying here with her. Like waking up next to her every day for the rest of his life would be the greatest thing he could hope for.

He wondered if he smelt like her, if he crawled back into his bed now if he’d go to sleep thinking he was still next to her. The smell of her perfume and fancy shampoo had long since faded from his sheets, even though he’d waited until the last possible second to wash them.

He didn't want to leave. The thought hit him out of the blue, only not really. Zoe Hart got under his skin worse than anything else and no matter how hard he'd tried, he'd never be able to get her out.

But, with no other path to take, he still had to keep trying.

First step was having a shower.

He closed his eyes and took a breath before he slowly slid his body out from under her and replaced it with a pillow.

He didn’t look back as he turned and headed for the bathroom. He spent much longer under the spray than he usually did, trying to put his mind back to rights now that Zoe’s brief lapse in judgement from the night before was over and things would be back to normal as soon as he opened that door.

He turned off the water and took a steadying breath before he had to open the door, took a second to find that cocky, arrogant swagger and devil-may-care attitude that was like armour whenever he was around her.

"Morning Doc."

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