Warm Rain Series
8 – 9 Oct 2018
Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS
Summary: He wanted to say goodbye.
Word count: 1276
Spoilers & warnings: Not much plot, please note the rating.
Author’s note: An exercise to gear up my writing muscles. I hope Smut Zombie is happy 😀 Incidently the Tumblr app is a piece of #%#%^ Hopefully this will post this time. I hope you enjoy this little scene 😀 Timeline is before Warm Rain but after everything previous.
Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother.
The evening sun was turning everything gold and pink when she finally found him. A secluded little beach on the far side of the mountain that hid his bird. It was hidden from the villa, hidden pretty much from everything with a ring of short cliff encircling it. A rocky reef off shore kept the open ocean at bay.
A t-shirt and board shorts, flip flops on his feet, Virgil Tracy stood in the low energy surf, watching his toes as the waves rippled over them.
She was unsure what had sent him out here. Only that Scott had hunted her down and sent her after him. She suspected the two brothers had had an argument, but she had no idea about what.
The breeze played with her hair.
Scrambling down the hillside with a little less than her usual grace, her feet landed in the soft sand of the cove, and the remaining heat from the day lashed at her as the fine minerals overflowed her sandals. Biting her lip, she danced across the white until she found the cooler, harder surface, closer to the waves.
Virgil made no indication that he knew she was there.
She dipped her feet into the water and mentally sighed with relief. Making no pretence to hide her presence, she waded along the edge, enjoying the cool touch of the waves. Within moments she was standing beside him, her own bare legs wet with splash.
Hesitantly she reached out and touched his hand. Immediately, his callused fingers wrapped around hers and clung. She squeezed gently, and his grip tightened.
With a sigh, she leant in close and dropped her head against his shoulder, her other hand drifting to his chest. She could feel his tense muscles through his thin shirt. Whatever had happened, it certainly had him wound up.
His other hand covered hers.
Water splashed over her ankles.
She felt him move, his head turning to look down at her. Instinctively, she looked up and found herself caught in his gaze. Those brown eyes of his were as expressive as his hands.
As if he had heard her thought, the hand on his chest reached up and cupped her jaw, drawing her up as he leant down and kissed her gently. His tongue parting her lips, her mouth opening willingly, letting him in.
The kiss deepened, and he was turning towards her, his arms encircling her, holding her close.
Oh so much.
He came up for breath, but he didn’t stop. A kiss to her cheekbone, beneath her ear, his tongue caressing her throat. He mumbled her name, his hand slipping to her waist, sliding up under her t-shirt, caressing sensitive skin.
She slid her hands under his shirt, her permission given as her hands drifted over his abdomen, crumpling fabric as her arms forced the shirt higher. Her fingers found the familiar contours of his body, their tips running, drifting, teasing over his chest hair, a nipple…she pushed him away slightly and removed the top half of his clothing entirely.
His smile, his tousled hair, the shirt was discarded onto the sand, and she took off her own.
The breeze was cool and her body tightened.
She felt his gaze on her skin, but then his lips were on hers, her chest brushing against his, his body hair an unconscious tease. But not more so than his thumb as his hand found her breast and fondled gently.
She gasped his name, breaking their kiss for air. His mouth returned to her throat, tongue warm and wet.
A hand slid beneath the waistband of her shorts, grabbing her behind, his calluses rough on her skin. She could feel him hard against her as he drew her in tight, and desire gripped her.
With another kiss, she stepped away, her hands clutching at him to follow. She led him under the cliff overhang for an extra measure of privacy before she once again reached up, her hands in his hair, her lips asking for him.
He came, no words, and she was on her knees, falling back, her arms drawing him down with her, over her, the wet sand cold on her back, his tongue ever warm in her mouth.
The warmth wandered over her chin, down her neck, capturing a nipple, suckling, nibbling. A hand slid to her hip before gently slipping into her underwear, finding moisture, teasing.
“I love you.” The words were out of her mouth in one exhaled breath. He hummed unintelligible words against her skin.
She tugged at his shorts.
The clothing was shed.
Along with her own.
And he was above her, his chiseled body blocking out the cliff overhead and the fading sunlight. She was so small, so vulnerable beneath him, but never more safe, or protected, or loved.
His gasp as he slid into her echoed her own. His kiss wet and eager, no longer gentle, but drenched in passion. He thrust between her thighs with urgency and she wrapped her legs around him, merging their bodies even closer. A gasp as her insides rippled, daring her higher and his movement drove her. He was strong. He had her. And it was dizzying.
He moaned, and it tipped her over the edge. She came hard and fast, her fingers digging into his back, her body clenching around him. Her climax caught him and he shuddered in her arms, his moan of pleasure extending hers, his hips thrusting hard one last time as his tension released deep inside her.
Harsh breaths, hot skin, and he was looking down at her, those beloved brown eyes once again overflowing with expression
“I love you.” His voice was a hoarse whisper.
A moment, a breath, and he was laying his body beside her on the sand, wrapping her in his arms, pulling her close, once again gently kissing her, on her lips, her cheekbone, her forehead. She clung to him, her body still trembling slightly, still needing the touch of his skin, his warmth.
The breeze eventually turned cold and darkness descended, forcing them to move. He kissed her again, and again, his arms around her as they walked from the beach.
Eventually, a shower later and wrapped in their warm bed, he took her once more, this time slowly, gently, teasing her to see stars, gasp his name and melt into the bed.
She fell asleep in his arms. Thoroughly loved and sated.
But nothing. Nothing. Would have prepared her for the next morning when she found him gone.
There was fear and shock in Scott’s eyes when she found him.
“You were supposed to talk him out of this.”
“What?” There had been very little talking last night.
“Shit! I’m going to kill him!” She jumped as Scott threw his tablet across the room, his hands thrust through his hair, strands falling from his fingers. “I’m going to kill him! Stupid heroic bastard.”
“Scott, what the hell is going on? Where is Virgil?!” Worry crawled up her spine.
The commander stalked over to her. “Last night, a squad of terrorists took an elementary school in LA hostage. Their one single demand was for Virgil Tracy.”
“What? Why? And why didn’t you tell me?!”
“Because he was going to tell you. He wanted to…hell…”
He wanted to say goodbye.
She ran, Scott was yelling after her, but she didn’t hear him.
Her chute hummed in her ears.
Thunderbird S engaged around her, smooth mechanics sighing. As her rockets fired, Kayo lit on fire herself.
If he survived, she would kill her husband herself.