Sunrise
Title: Sunrise
Author: aunteeneenah
Rating: M
Pairings: Connor/Abby
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters mentioned herein. I'm not in this to make money cuz if I were, I'd make crap-all at it.
Wordcount: 1,000 +
Summary: It's not always just routine.
Author Note: This is a birthday fic for my beloved prehistoriccat who has encouraged me for a long time to write. Beta was performed by the ever lovely sunspecops. I may have fiddled a bit after she returned it so mistakes are of my own creation.
Connor awoke to soft light filling the room. He wasn’t certain what had woken him until he realized that Abby wasn’t in the bed with him. He looked around and saw her on the balcony overlooking the garden. When they’d been searching for a flat, one of the items on their must-have list had been a bedroom on the second floor with a balcony overlooking either a garden or the city. They’d been lucky to find this place. The bedroom had a large sliding glass door that opened out onto the balcony and they’d spent many a morning and evening enjoying it. Now, the sun was just coming through the trees and Abby was bathed in its golden light.
Connor watched while she went through her morning stretches. He finally rose from the bed and made his way quietly to the balcony coming up behind her and taking one of the ear buds out of her ear and placing it in his own so he could hear the music. Pasquales in C Minor. Connor ran his hands up her arms as they were stretched up above her head until he could twine his hands with hers and then followed her movements as they stretched first to the left, bending low at the knee and then straightening up, moving into an arc and bending to the right, coming back up-right. As they moved together, Connor began to float soft kisses along Abby’s neck, from her ear down to her shoulder, nipping at her pulse point. He could feel her shiver as he lowered his hands, running them down her arms to her hips and around, hitching his fingers into her waist band. He slid one of his hands under her waist band and circled a finger around her navel, lowering it further until he could feel the soft thatch covering her mound. With the other, he smoothly slid up under her vest, feeling the velvet softness of her skin under his fingertips, until he was rolling her nipple between his fingers, causing her to moan and arch into his hand. He continued his tortuous route with his mouth, down her shoulder until he was nipping at her upper arm.
Meanwhile, Abby was rubbing her bum against the bulge growing in his sweatpants, reaching back and holding him hard against her, when Connor suddenly swept her up in his arms, claimed her mouth and carried her to their bed where he lay her down in the middle. He carefully removed her vest, kissing down her throat and sucking gently on first one pebbled nipple and then the other, licking down between her breasts. He stopped at her navel, pushing his tongue in and swirling it around while she groaned and arched into him.
Connor held Abby’s hips captive, keeping her from moving and her groans continued unabated as he left her navel and moved further down, sliding her sweatpants past her knees and off. He moved to kneel between her knees, looking at his love while gently moving her thighs apart. He lowered his head, all the while gazing into the bright blue depths of her eyes, losing himself in them, and then turned his attention to her wet heat. He lovingly tasted her, fucking her with his tongue before licking up over to the side of her clit, never touching it. Abby tried desperately to move her hips in order to force her aching clit into his tongue but he just smiled at her, continuing to still her with a firm, but gentle grip. He finally took pity on her, taking her clit in and sucking on it, gently at first, then harder, until he let go of her hips, allowing her to lift into him. He sucked her hard as she keened, grabbing hold of his dark hair and holding him to her; he continued to suck on her as her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, carrying her away, wave after wave, tumbling her about until she couldn’t stand it any longer and screamed out his name.
He crawled up her body, taking her lips. She tasted herself on him and reveled in it; he held her as her orgasm continued to ripple through her body causing her to shake and hold him as closely as she could until it subsided, leaving her sated and feeling as if her bones had been turned to jelly.
Finally, his cock hard and weeping, he moved to enter her, sheathing himself to the hilt, and she took him joyously. She met him thrust for thrust as he ground his pelvic bone into her over-sensitive clit, causing her to once again climb towards an intense orgasm only this time, taking him with her. Their bodies were covered in a light sheen of sweat; he plundered her mouth, grinding into her, harder and harder until with a shout, they both hit the mountaintop, each screaming the other’s name as their orgasms ripped through them leaving them spent and unwilling to move.
Connor moved to gently kiss Abby, covering them up with the duvet; he spooned her as she curled into him, his strong arms encircling her. Never had she felt so loved, so protected, and a single tear wound its way down her cheek, a tear of joy knowing that she was in the arms of her mate, the only man she could ever love.
Abby knew Connor loved her with his whole being and Connor knew that Abby loved him with a strength that, even after all this time, amazed him. He belonged to her and no one would ever take him from her; not Philip Burton, not April, no one. She had followed him into a dead world and brought him back because simply put, there could never be anyone else for her. He was it; he was the other half of her soul.
They saw this in the way they looked at one another. It had been all or nothing for them both since their time in the Cretaceous. They had almost lost this connection because of outside influences, but when it came down to it, when their lives were at risk, they remembered. It was in these shared memories that they found their strength.
As they drifted off to sleep, they hadn’t said a word because with a love like theirs, words just weren’t always necessary.
Author: aunteeneenah
Rating: M
Pairings: Connor/Abby
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters mentioned herein. I'm not in this to make money cuz if I were, I'd make crap-all at it.
Wordcount: 1,000 +
Summary: It's not always just routine.
Author Note: This is a birthday fic for my beloved prehistoriccat who has encouraged me for a long time to write. Beta was performed by the ever lovely sunspecops. I may have fiddled a bit after she returned it so mistakes are of my own creation.
Connor awoke to soft light filling the room. He wasn’t certain what had woken him until he realized that Abby wasn’t in the bed with him. He looked around and saw her on the balcony overlooking the garden. When they’d been searching for a flat, one of the items on their must-have list had been a bedroom on the second floor with a balcony overlooking either a garden or the city. They’d been lucky to find this place. The bedroom had a large sliding glass door that opened out onto the balcony and they’d spent many a morning and evening enjoying it. Now, the sun was just coming through the trees and Abby was bathed in its golden light.
Connor watched while she went through her morning stretches. He finally rose from the bed and made his way quietly to the balcony coming up behind her and taking one of the ear buds out of her ear and placing it in his own so he could hear the music. Pasquales in C Minor. Connor ran his hands up her arms as they were stretched up above her head until he could twine his hands with hers and then followed her movements as they stretched first to the left, bending low at the knee and then straightening up, moving into an arc and bending to the right, coming back up-right. As they moved together, Connor began to float soft kisses along Abby’s neck, from her ear down to her shoulder, nipping at her pulse point. He could feel her shiver as he lowered his hands, running them down her arms to her hips and around, hitching his fingers into her waist band. He slid one of his hands under her waist band and circled a finger around her navel, lowering it further until he could feel the soft thatch covering her mound. With the other, he smoothly slid up under her vest, feeling the velvet softness of her skin under his fingertips, until he was rolling her nipple between his fingers, causing her to moan and arch into his hand. He continued his tortuous route with his mouth, down her shoulder until he was nipping at her upper arm.
Meanwhile, Abby was rubbing her bum against the bulge growing in his sweatpants, reaching back and holding him hard against her, when Connor suddenly swept her up in his arms, claimed her mouth and carried her to their bed where he lay her down in the middle. He carefully removed her vest, kissing down her throat and sucking gently on first one pebbled nipple and then the other, licking down between her breasts. He stopped at her navel, pushing his tongue in and swirling it around while she groaned and arched into him.
Connor held Abby’s hips captive, keeping her from moving and her groans continued unabated as he left her navel and moved further down, sliding her sweatpants past her knees and off. He moved to kneel between her knees, looking at his love while gently moving her thighs apart. He lowered his head, all the while gazing into the bright blue depths of her eyes, losing himself in them, and then turned his attention to her wet heat. He lovingly tasted her, fucking her with his tongue before licking up over to the side of her clit, never touching it. Abby tried desperately to move her hips in order to force her aching clit into his tongue but he just smiled at her, continuing to still her with a firm, but gentle grip. He finally took pity on her, taking her clit in and sucking on it, gently at first, then harder, until he let go of her hips, allowing her to lift into him. He sucked her hard as she keened, grabbing hold of his dark hair and holding him to her; he continued to suck on her as her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, carrying her away, wave after wave, tumbling her about until she couldn’t stand it any longer and screamed out his name.
He crawled up her body, taking her lips. She tasted herself on him and reveled in it; he held her as her orgasm continued to ripple through her body causing her to shake and hold him as closely as she could until it subsided, leaving her sated and feeling as if her bones had been turned to jelly.
Finally, his cock hard and weeping, he moved to enter her, sheathing himself to the hilt, and she took him joyously. She met him thrust for thrust as he ground his pelvic bone into her over-sensitive clit, causing her to once again climb towards an intense orgasm only this time, taking him with her. Their bodies were covered in a light sheen of sweat; he plundered her mouth, grinding into her, harder and harder until with a shout, they both hit the mountaintop, each screaming the other’s name as their orgasms ripped through them leaving them spent and unwilling to move.
Connor moved to gently kiss Abby, covering them up with the duvet; he spooned her as she curled into him, his strong arms encircling her. Never had she felt so loved, so protected, and a single tear wound its way down her cheek, a tear of joy knowing that she was in the arms of her mate, the only man she could ever love.
Abby knew Connor loved her with his whole being and Connor knew that Abby loved him with a strength that, even after all this time, amazed him. He belonged to her and no one would ever take him from her; not Philip Burton, not April, no one. She had followed him into a dead world and brought him back because simply put, there could never be anyone else for her. He was it; he was the other half of her soul.
They saw this in the way they looked at one another. It had been all or nothing for them both since their time in the Cretaceous. They had almost lost this connection because of outside influences, but when it came down to it, when their lives were at risk, they remembered. It was in these shared memories that they found their strength.
As they drifted off to sleep, they hadn’t said a word because with a love like theirs, words just weren’t always necessary.