Sexy Times Primeval Fic
Written for Porn Battle IX; I seriously have no idea why I'm writing so much lately, but I'm not complaining!
Title: Rough Around the Edges
Author: amphetamine_47
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: 3.4-3.10
Prompt: Abby/Connor, gloves, realization
Warnings: It's written for the Porn Battle, so...sexy times
Abby doesn’t realize it at first, and if she does she certainly won’t admit it. Connor is her friend, sure, but he’s also an annoyance and once the larger annoyance of Jack is gone, she finds it’s nice to have her own place again.
She can walk around in her knickers without awkwardness and longing looks, for one. And there’s plenty of hot water in the mornings. And no chance that Rex has got in to Connor’s stash of junk food and eaten himself sick.
Which is why she’s startled by the jolt of longing that goes through her when the glove falls out of her laundry.
It’s one of Connors’, obviously, though she hasn’t any clue how it’s ended up in her load of darks. Still, the sight of it there on her bed between socks and slacks is almost physically jarring. She picks it up and slips it on, chuckling softly. It’s too big for her, her smaller fingers looking downright dainty poking out of the holes, but she wears it as she finishes up the laundry.
Rex seems to like it when she rubs his head with the glove, and she wonders if Rex might miss Connor, too.
Not that she misses him.
Abby’s still wearing the glove when she changes in to her pajamas that night, and it’s purely by accident that it brushes over her breast as she pulls the shirt over her head. Still, it’s not a bad accident, and she shrugs the shirt back off.
She moves the gloved hand slowly across one breast to the other, squeezing and rolling the nipple in her palm. The fabric is just rough enough, and the nipple hardens under her hand.
She sinks on to the bed to continue her experiment, knows she’s getting hot more quickly than usual, but doesn’t dare let herself stop and wonder why. Instead she alternates the scratch of the wool with her smooth fingers, toying her way from breast to belly and along the waistline of her knickers.
Abby hurries to push them out of the way, and it’s all too easy to imagine Connor there, eager fingers awkward and clumsy with anticipation. She slips the gloved hand down to caress herself as the bare one migrates back to her breast.
The wool glove chafes tantalizingly at her thighs as her fingers slip between them, dipping in to her wetness. She slips one finger inside, then two, and changes the angle of her hips just slightly the first time the glove rubs against her clit. She doesn’t expect the jolt that goes through her at the touch and she gasps, closing her eyes as her other hand pinches one taut nipple.
She finds a rhythm quickly, speeding up and slowing down and speeding up again as the glove builds friction against her clit. Her hips buck and she moves her bare hand back down against her belly in an attempt to hold herself down as she comes closer, a hot need burning low under her hands.
Her hand is moving frantically now, fingers and glove wet, and she moves again, straining to get deeper, closer, the wool rough and just what she needs…
“Connor,” she gasps, and then she’s clenching around her fingers, the world going white around her, “Oh God, Connor…”
Abby comes back to earth slowly, giddy in the afterglow, and even the movement of the glove from between her legs makes her shudder, still too sensitive to deal with the unexpected stimulation. Finally she sits up and stretches, flexing the fingers still inside Connors’ glove with a sigh.
She peels the glove off slowly and slips it in to the drawer of her bedside table. Tomorrow, she decides, she’ll pay him a visit at Lester’s. If nothing else, she’ll have to tell him that Rex got hold of one of the gloves he left. Maybe she’ll even volunteer to buy him a new pair.
After she invites him to move back in.
Title: Rough Around the Edges
Author: amphetamine_47
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: 3.4-3.10
Prompt: Abby/Connor, gloves, realization
Warnings: It's written for the Porn Battle, so...sexy times
Abby doesn’t realize it at first, and if she does she certainly won’t admit it. Connor is her friend, sure, but he’s also an annoyance and once the larger annoyance of Jack is gone, she finds it’s nice to have her own place again.
She can walk around in her knickers without awkwardness and longing looks, for one. And there’s plenty of hot water in the mornings. And no chance that Rex has got in to Connor’s stash of junk food and eaten himself sick.
Which is why she’s startled by the jolt of longing that goes through her when the glove falls out of her laundry.
It’s one of Connors’, obviously, though she hasn’t any clue how it’s ended up in her load of darks. Still, the sight of it there on her bed between socks and slacks is almost physically jarring. She picks it up and slips it on, chuckling softly. It’s too big for her, her smaller fingers looking downright dainty poking out of the holes, but she wears it as she finishes up the laundry.
Rex seems to like it when she rubs his head with the glove, and she wonders if Rex might miss Connor, too.
Not that she misses him.
Abby’s still wearing the glove when she changes in to her pajamas that night, and it’s purely by accident that it brushes over her breast as she pulls the shirt over her head. Still, it’s not a bad accident, and she shrugs the shirt back off.
She moves the gloved hand slowly across one breast to the other, squeezing and rolling the nipple in her palm. The fabric is just rough enough, and the nipple hardens under her hand.
She sinks on to the bed to continue her experiment, knows she’s getting hot more quickly than usual, but doesn’t dare let herself stop and wonder why. Instead she alternates the scratch of the wool with her smooth fingers, toying her way from breast to belly and along the waistline of her knickers.
Abby hurries to push them out of the way, and it’s all too easy to imagine Connor there, eager fingers awkward and clumsy with anticipation. She slips the gloved hand down to caress herself as the bare one migrates back to her breast.
The wool glove chafes tantalizingly at her thighs as her fingers slip between them, dipping in to her wetness. She slips one finger inside, then two, and changes the angle of her hips just slightly the first time the glove rubs against her clit. She doesn’t expect the jolt that goes through her at the touch and she gasps, closing her eyes as her other hand pinches one taut nipple.
She finds a rhythm quickly, speeding up and slowing down and speeding up again as the glove builds friction against her clit. Her hips buck and she moves her bare hand back down against her belly in an attempt to hold herself down as she comes closer, a hot need burning low under her hands.
Her hand is moving frantically now, fingers and glove wet, and she moves again, straining to get deeper, closer, the wool rough and just what she needs…
“Connor,” she gasps, and then she’s clenching around her fingers, the world going white around her, “Oh God, Connor…”
Abby comes back to earth slowly, giddy in the afterglow, and even the movement of the glove from between her legs makes her shudder, still too sensitive to deal with the unexpected stimulation. Finally she sits up and stretches, flexing the fingers still inside Connors’ glove with a sigh.
She peels the glove off slowly and slips it in to the drawer of her bedside table. Tomorrow, she decides, she’ll pay him a visit at Lester’s. If nothing else, she’ll have to tell him that Rex got hold of one of the gloves he left. Maybe she’ll even volunteer to buy him a new pair.
After she invites him to move back in.