Final Night

The Final Night
Trawkism Tribe Fanfic

Trudy brushed a hair from Brady's face. The little girl continued to sleep peacefully, and her mother slipped out of the nursery into her own room. It was the night before the final raid on the Technos. She was so happy to have Brady back - she'd thought she'd might go mad with worry. Though she was still worried about the battle, having Brady brought back by Jay's contact helped give her more confidence in the plan.

"Trudy."

Trudy turned at the sound of her name, a little surprised to see Hawk standing there. Almost against her will her eyes lingered on his chest, which she could see quite well through his mesh top. She forced her eyes to his face, embarrassed over the lapse. "Hawk. Is something wrong?" It really wasn't like the Eco to make a social call.

"How's Brady?"

Trudy smiled. "Sleeping. Peacefully. She's still too young to understand all this, thankfully." She turned away to put some toys of Brady's on a shelf. Hawk's gaze wandered over Trudy, taking in her pale skin, and the curves of her body so visible through the close-fitting clothes she wore. "Was there anything else?" Trudy turned back, snapping him back to the conversation.

"After the battle tomorrow." He began. "What then?"

"Well, hopefully things will get back to normal." Trudy answered with a smile. Hawk did not share it, he looked at her meaningfully. Trudy looked away. "You mean who will stay and who will go?"

"After we free the other Gaians, we'll head back to our camp." He replied. "But what about you and Amber and your children?"

"I don't know." Trudy answered. "The Gaians have been wonderful to both of us, but in our hearts I think we'll always be Mallrats."

"We know that about Amber...Eagle was one of us. Amber is a Mallrat, and can never stay." Hawk told her. "But what about you?"

"I've enjoyed being with your tribe, but in the end I'm not one of you either." Trudy told him.

He shook his head. "I disagree. The only thing that drew you back to the city was Brady. I think you belong with us."

Trudy hesitated, thinking over her months with the Gaians. Their camp had become home. It had felt so safe and secure. Untouchable. But wasn't the Mall her home in the end? The place where she belonged? Or was she fooling herself? Was she only refusing to return because the Ecocamp no longer felt safe now that the Technos had swooped in and snatched Brady? Thinking things through only made her confusion grow. Was she still a Mallrat? Or had she become an Eco? She wore their symbol now. Brady wore their symbol. She hadn't changed that yet...

As if reading her mind, Hawk came over, reaching a hand up to trace the design on her cheek. "You're wearing our symbol, Trudy, not the Mallrats."

Trudy's heart sped up as Hawk's roughened fingers traced the design on her cheek. Her body reacted to the touch, the first time she'd been touched like this by a man since....She looked up at him, a little confuesed. "Hawk?"

Hawk didn't respond with words, his hand splayed out, caressing the side of her face, then the curves of her ear, and finally sliding down her neck. She was so gorgeous. So feminine. His fingers slid under the edge of her sleeve, tracing the hem of her collar.

Trudy's eyes slid shut, her breathing growing faster. She needed this. She'd denied it over and over again, but she did. Hawk's fingers traced the collar from her sleeve to her chest, and her breath hitched. He hesitated for a minute, then he stepped forward, kissing her neck, his hand withdrew from her collar, sliding down her chest. Trudy moaned, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Knowing it was wrong to indulge when she might not be returning with him, but not wanting to stop. Or was that the reason they were sharing this now? After months of passed opportunities?

Hawk's hand caressed the curve of her breast, his lips traveling down her shoulder to her shirt. His tongue slid into the slices in her sleeves, tasting her skin. Trudy intook a shaky breath. It felt so wonderful, one of her hands slid up his neck, to weave through his hair, the other slid down his strong back, gently caressing.

"Trudy..." He took her sleeve in his teeth, pulling it off her shoulder, then started kissing her smooth skin again. His hand kneaded her breast, and his other slid around to the small of her back, tracing it lightly with his fingers. She groaned, pulling his face away from her shoulder and kissing him desperately. Hawk slid his tongue into her mouth, delighting in her sweetness.


The tip of his tongue traced circles on the roof of her mouth, avoiding hers. Trudy moaned, her tongue leaping up to slide against his, scraping her nails lightly up his back in retaliation for the teasing.

Hawk could feel the tension in his body. He needed her, he'd wanted her for months but couldn't tell her. Perhaps it was pathetic and desperate to take her now, when they could all die tomorrow. When even if they won they would most likely be parting ways. But he couldn't help it. His hand found her wrapskirt, tugging it off and tossing it away before returning to her butt. Caressing first, then squeezing.

Trudy intook a sharp breath, her body jerking. It felt so good. Hawk began to draw away from the kiss, but she leaped forward to take his mouth back, her hands sliding down to tug the edge of his shirt up. This time his tongue sought hers, rubbing against it needly, his hand slid to her hip, his thumb teasing the front of it with a a light touch. Trudy broke off the kiss, pulling the red shirt hastily over his head and tossing it aside. She was getting so hot, and she wanted him to feel it too. Her lips sought his neck, sliding down it. Tasting him now. Bittersweet, and salty, and so masculine. She bit down on his shoulder and he gasped, his head arching back slightly. His body was beginning to throb with need. He wanted to feel himself inside her, to feel her tense around him. He pulled her head away from his shoulder, kissing her again fiercely, leading them back toward the bed.

They fell onto it gladly, his hand creeping up her shirt, seeking her breast again. He rubbed his rough thumb over her nipple, and it tightened painfully. Trudy wriggled against him purposefully, igniting fire in both their groins. Pulling back he pulled her shirt off, gazing down at her a minute, memorizing the hollow of her throat, and the curves of her breast and stomach - never wanting to forget an inch of her when the night was over. Then he leaned down, his mouth seizing one of her breasts, his tongue swirling around it and over it.

"Hawk!" Trudy cried out, unable to stop herself. It had been so long. She'd doubted in her mind that she would ever be here again. Feeling the fire growing inside her, losing herself to pleasure. Her hands traced down his body, finding the edge of his kilt and slipping under to scrape her nails up the back of his thighs. He gasped into her skin, His fingers accidentally digging into her flesh. She could feel his need hardening against her legs. His hands tugged at her pants and she let him go to pull them down and off.

He turned back, studying her again, locking the picture of her in his mind. Trudy looked up a him, hazy with desire. She could she the desire in his eyes, and it fueled the fire within her. She sat up, arms encircling him, as she kissed him and dragged him back down to her.

The kiss was intoxicating, their tongues warred against one another, desperate for eachother's taste. His one hand slid down to caress her breast again, and she slid hers back down his body, and back up again. Hawk groaned into the kiss, breaking it off to trail his lips down her neck again. His hands slid down her sides to her hips, pulling her panties down past her knees. Trudy kicked them off, tugging at his kilt, but it didn't budge. His teeth scraped lightly down her shoulder as he undid his belt - tossing it aside. It made a dull clunk as it hit the floor, but they were too lost to notice. Now that the kilt was loosened, she wasted no time pulling it off his hips and down his legs. Hawk helped her, letting it fall to the ground as his lips claimed hers again, and he pressed their bodies together.

Trudy gasped, squirming at the sensation of flesh on flesh, lost in forgetful passion. Her hands trailed along his body - caressing; squeezing; scratching. Hawk shivered, desire spiraling within him, desperately needing to be inside her. But he wasn't finished yet. He wanted to give her every ounce of pleasure he could, as this was the only time they'd have. He moaned as she scraped her nails the length of his body, pulling out of the kiss. "I didn't know you had claws."

"They're talons." Trudy replied simply, her voice low and teasing.

Hawk smiled, returning to her neck, kissing, then trailing his lips down her chest and stomach. Trudy lay back, moaning at the feeling of his lips against her skin. Then there was a pause as he reached her hips. She began to sit up to look, but then his tongue touched her genitals. She fell back on the bed with a gasp.

Hawk felt her tense against his tongue, surprised. Then she moaned, and her legs spread wider for him. He attacked her with his lips, latching on, sucking at the wetness, licking the area with his tongue. Trudy moaned loudly, then shoved her hand into her mouth, trying to keep quiet. Her free hand entangled in his hair. The pleasure was so intense it was torture, but she didn't want it to end. He scraping her petals with his teeth, then lapped at them with his tongue. Trudy shivered, another loud moan escaping despite the hand she was biting.

One of his hands slid down to spread her petals, and his tongue slid across the opening, but did not enter. She squirmed desperately, pressing back into the bed. He found her nub, tickling it with his tongue, burying his face into her. Trudy groaned, her hand escaping her mouth to entangle with her other in his hair. She couldn't take this. Her body was white hot with need, tensing tighter as he teased her with his mouth. His tongue slid inside her entrance, slowly and then withdrew. Trudy whimpered, the tension inside her was so intense, and his actions only made her tighter. She desperately needed release from it. His tongue shot into her this time, then out again, then in. Fast, fiercely. She couldn't keep still her body wriggled, squirmed underneath this treatment. The tension began to climax, and then he withdrew completely.

A frustrated cry came from her lips at this denial, her hands entangling further into his hair. Hawk came to her, kissing her passionately. She could taste herself on his lips and it only heated her more. She moaned, tugging at his hair, her legs entangling with his.

Hawk groaned into the kiss, his entire body was throbbing for her. Every inch of him screamed for his own release, for the plunder of her body. He set himself gently at her entrance though, barely holding back the desire to simply shove inside. Trudy couldn't take it, she pressed down forcing him partway into her. She broke the kiss with a small cry. It felt so good.

Hawk clung to her, surprised at her boldness. He forced himself to enter slowly, moaning at the feeling of her tightness around him. He paused, waiting for her to adjust, but Trudy couldn't wait. She pressed down again, crying out again as the pleasure whitened her vision. Hawk lost the last of his control, he pulled partly out, then entered her again. She met him with a thrust of her own, and continued to do so as he pounded into her. She threw her head back, unable to stop her moans now. Not caring who heard them in that moment. Deeper and deeper he thrust into her, and finally she gave one last shrill cry as her body finally found release.

When her muscles clamped down around him Hawk cried out as well, spilling himself inside of her. They both collapsed onto the bed, sheen with sweat and breathing heavily. After several minutes he slowly pulled out, managing to roll off of her. Trudy rolled closer, clasping his arm with her hands.

Silence fell in the room for several minutes. "Won't you stay?" She asked.

"Won't you go?" He countered.

Trudy sighed, burying her face in his shoulder. "Tomorrow." She replied simply. Hawk understood. They'd face it when it came. He turned to face her, putting the arm she wasn't holding around her. Trudy pulled the covers over them, snuggling closer as they both drifted off to sleep.

Salmon

I wrote this before season 5 came out. I just never got around to posting it. I don't know why I thought of Hawk and Trudy being together. I remember there were reasons the idea struck me when I watched it, but I haven't watched it in awhile. Well, enjoy!