Day 8: Primeval: Slow Burn
Title: Slow Burn
Author: temaris
Fandom: Primeval
Rating: R
Characters: Abby Maitland, Connor Temple
Summary: Abby finds out something unexpected about Connor and learns something new about herself.
A/N: For Alyse. No warnings. Follows on from my Day 3 story, Flagrante.
Abby hummed to herself happily as she scrubbed herself clean. She'd slept well, no one had been injured in the last anomaly opening, and the sun was shining. She lathered her hair until it stood on end and then rinsed it all out again going from Mohican to bob in a watery deluge. Maybe she should try putting in blue and pink streaks again. She grinned, imagining Professor Cutter's face. Or, Sir James'. A giggle escaped and she made a mental note to pick up some spray-in stuff as soon as she could.
Oh, she felt good, warm and clean and still buzzing from the private session with a vibrator that was so quiet that she had no qualms about using it even though Connor was sawing away down on her couch.
She'd imagined herself with Stephen, pushing him down on her bed, crawling up his body with predatory intent, then sinking herself down onto him. She closed her eyes and sluiced herself off, then got out of the shower. She dried off swiftly and dressed, then ambled out, rubbing a towel over her hair.
Connor wasn't snoring any more, and she leaned over the back of the couch to see if he wanted breakfast. For a moment she thought he was in the middle of a nightmare, and reached a hand out --
"Connor?" Are you okay? she meant to add, but stopped, her eyes wide as the tented blankets, rapid hand movements and finally, the low gasps for breath registered. Oh. Oh.
The blankets slipped back as he arched, and fell away from his face which was tight and almost ascetic as he orgasmed, and Abby swallowed. Okay. That was unexpectedly pretty. She stepped swiftly back as his eyes opened, just out of his line of sight, and hurried to the kitchen.
"Do--" her voice cracked and was inaudible. She swallowed again, mustering up enough moisture to speak. "Do you want some tea? I'm just making some." She was proud of how that sounded pretty normal. Especially in contrast to Connor who sounded absolutely wrecked when he replied.
"Yeah, yeah. That'd be-- I'm just --" And he stumbled hurriedly to the bathroom, blankets clutched tightly around him, shoulders hunched, what she could see of his ears red.
"It'll be here when you come out," she called after him, brightly, just the *slightest* emphasis on come. He shut the bathroom door a little too hard, and Abby put on some toast and the kettle, smiling to herself as she did so. Well. that was kind of entertaining. And sort of hot too.
Hmm.
And had it really been the sound of her voice that brought him off?
Well then. Well, well, well.
Author: temaris
Fandom: Primeval
Rating: R
Characters: Abby Maitland, Connor Temple
Summary: Abby finds out something unexpected about Connor and learns something new about herself.
A/N: For Alyse. No warnings. Follows on from my Day 3 story, Flagrante.
Abby hummed to herself happily as she scrubbed herself clean. She'd slept well, no one had been injured in the last anomaly opening, and the sun was shining. She lathered her hair until it stood on end and then rinsed it all out again going from Mohican to bob in a watery deluge. Maybe she should try putting in blue and pink streaks again. She grinned, imagining Professor Cutter's face. Or, Sir James'. A giggle escaped and she made a mental note to pick up some spray-in stuff as soon as she could.
Oh, she felt good, warm and clean and still buzzing from the private session with a vibrator that was so quiet that she had no qualms about using it even though Connor was sawing away down on her couch.
She'd imagined herself with Stephen, pushing him down on her bed, crawling up his body with predatory intent, then sinking herself down onto him. She closed her eyes and sluiced herself off, then got out of the shower. She dried off swiftly and dressed, then ambled out, rubbing a towel over her hair.
Connor wasn't snoring any more, and she leaned over the back of the couch to see if he wanted breakfast. For a moment she thought he was in the middle of a nightmare, and reached a hand out --
"Connor?" Are you okay? she meant to add, but stopped, her eyes wide as the tented blankets, rapid hand movements and finally, the low gasps for breath registered. Oh. Oh.
The blankets slipped back as he arched, and fell away from his face which was tight and almost ascetic as he orgasmed, and Abby swallowed. Okay. That was unexpectedly pretty. She stepped swiftly back as his eyes opened, just out of his line of sight, and hurried to the kitchen.
"Do--" her voice cracked and was inaudible. She swallowed again, mustering up enough moisture to speak. "Do you want some tea? I'm just making some." She was proud of how that sounded pretty normal. Especially in contrast to Connor who sounded absolutely wrecked when he replied.
"Yeah, yeah. That'd be-- I'm just --" And he stumbled hurriedly to the bathroom, blankets clutched tightly around him, shoulders hunched, what she could see of his ears red.
"It'll be here when you come out," she called after him, brightly, just the *slightest* emphasis on come. He shut the bathroom door a little too hard, and Abby put on some toast and the kettle, smiling to herself as she did so. Well. that was kind of entertaining. And sort of hot too.
Hmm.
And had it really been the sound of her voice that brought him off?
Well then. Well, well, well.