izzyalienqueen | Desert Outside Roswell, Monday night till early Tuesday morning

There were a million different things that still needed to be done in order to get ready for the wedding and Isabel should probably still be in Neptune to take care of them.

But it was the night of the best meteor shower of the year. And more importantly, it was time spent alone with Wyatt. Between his getting settled in San Francisco and her going crazy with wedding plans, they'd barely gotten to spend any time together over the last few weeks.

Which was why, when Wyatt turned up at the Echolls mansion, it had only taken a minute's consideration before she'd tossed the clipboard and her cell phone aside to go and pack for a night out.

Now, as she unloaded the camping stuff they'd borrowed from her parents, Isabel could only smile. "This was a very, very good idea."

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Marshmallows? What marshmallows?

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Wyatt was intently checking to make sure there was no residual goo on Isabel anywhere. Nope, none on her lips. Better check her neck out.

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Isabel admired Wyatt's diligence and tipped her head to make it easier for him to check. In the mean time, her hands started to push his shirt up and out of the way.

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Her neck was marshmallow-free. But, oh, what was that? A white smudge on the top of her chest. He cleaned that up, then started to investigate lower.

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It was time to do some exploring of her own. At least Isabel would, once she got his shirt out of the way. And if she didn't keep getting distracted by how nice Wyatt's investigating felt.

"So outdoors?" she breathed. It's not as if they hadn't made out in the great outdoors before. But somehow Isabel was pretty sure that things were going a little further tonight. They'd missed each other too much.

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"If you don't mind the audience of ferrets and snakes," Wyatt said, shifting his position so Isabel could ease his shirt off. Her shirt was getting in the way of his search for marshmallow debris, so he reached down to tug that up.

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"As long as they don't start giving running commentary they're okay." Isabel tugged Wyatt's shirt off, then, just a little eager, pulled her own shirt off and tossed it aside. Hopefully a ferret wouldn't run off with it.

"Well hello there handsome."

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"Hey, gorgeous," Wyatt said. "Wow, I have missed this."

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"It's been almost a month," she pointed out as she trailed her fingers down his chest. "Max says I'm cranky. Gee I wonder why."

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"Maybe I can help you relax a bit," Wyatt said, nuzzling her chest.

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"It might take a while. I've been very, very tense." Fortunately that feeling was very quickly going away. Isabel sank back onto the sleeping bags, more then willing to let Wyatt help her relax.

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"Good thing I'm young," Wyatt said. "I've got stamina." He dipped his head lower, nuzzling and nibbling every sensitive spot he came across. It may have been awhile, but he still knew exactly where to touch her.

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He did know. She arched against him, enjoying the contact until the point she decided that turnabout was very fair play.

After a quick push, suddenly their positions were reversed and Isabel began some nibbling and nuzzling of her own.

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"I love it when you take charge," Wyatt grinned, and then speaking became a little difficult due to the low moans of pleasure.

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It's not like Isabel would let Wyatt have all the fun. And she always enjoyed making him speechless.

Pay no mind to the wandering hands that was trying to do something about the fact that the shorts they were both still wearing were in the way.

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And Wyatt was certainly willing to help those wandering hands by lifting his hips to make it easier to remove anything. He kept his own arms wrapped around Isabel, kissing her everywhere he could reach.

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Isabel had picked this particular spot of desert near the pod caves because she new it was usually deserted. Hopefully it would stay that way because anyone that came along would most likely get an eyeful as all their remaining clothing finally got tossed aside.

Still nibbling at Wyatt's warm skin, Isabel worked her way up his lips.

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Wyatt kissed her back, his hands tangling in her hair. He really wasn't sure how he had lasted this long without having Isabel in his arms everyday. Then again, the deprivation was making this moment seem all the more incredible.

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She'd agree about the deprivation. Which was why Isabel rocked her hips against him just so. "Want you," she whispered.

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"So much," Wyatt agreed in a groan. He slid his hands down her back until they firmly grasped her hips.

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Isabel let his hands guide her to where they both wanted to her to be.

"Oh..."

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Wyatt sucked in his breath, then let it out in a soft moan. He stayed still for a long moment, just savoring the feel of her around him, then slowly started to rock his hips.

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Just as slowly she moved in time with him, all the while making tiny noises of pure pleasure.

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Wyatt kept the pace slow -- no reason to rush things, they had plenty of time. He slid his hands up from her hips so he could cup them around her breasts.