Title: Perfect Denial
Characters/Pairing: Helen/Stephen, Helen/Nick
Rating: R
Word Count: 100
Challenge: Lies at primeval100
Notes: Hello, bella_farfalla here. Yep, get your heads round that one. Posting for sunsets_dinos who is far too busy to post (but not busy enough to not write a drabble apparently)

( Perfect Denial )

Leek screams as strong arms press his shaking body into the bed and Lyle’s cock stretches him painfully.

Leek knows better than to fight, it would only result in more bruises to hide come morning, besides, he craves this feeling of being forced into temporary submission by a man who he has broken over and over again - the scars on Lyle’s back are ( Read more... )

“You sure it’s supposed to look like that?” Sam’s voice is dripping with scepticism and, after a quick glance at the cookbook, Ryan can’t really blame her. The half burned, half raw pastry with too visible lumps is quite obviously a gastronomic nightmare.

“Maybe once we put the cream on top?” Ryan says uncertainly.

“That concoction?” Sam laughs.
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Abigail Sarah Maitland

Born: May 21 1982, Brighton, Sussex.

Mother’s name: Jane Mary Innes, born September 8 1960

Father’s name: Michael Robert Maitland, born June 4 1957 - deceased April 25 1986

Stepfather’s name: Ray Maitland, born February 21 1957 - deceased January 1 2008, married Jane Innes May 19 1989

Brother’s name: Jack Maitland, born ( Read more... )

There was alcohol. Lots and lots and lots of it. That’s the only thing Abby’s sure of concerning last night’s “Cool, we’re still alive… sort of” party at the ARC. Her massive hangover is pretty much proof enough for that just as the fact that she can’t quite remember ending up naked in one of the infirmary beds. The fact that strong arms are ( Read more... )

Stephen was stroking his cock with torturous slowness as Ryan was pounding into him; low grunts and needy moans mixed in the hot air of the armoury and in just a few moments Stephen was coming all over a Mossberg 590 (fuck, Becker would fucking kill him), the ripples of pleasure running through his body pulled Ryan over the edge too. Stephen was ( Read more... )

The darkness holds her close like a jealous lover and she longs every tentative lick of the silver moonlight like betrayal. These moments are filled with infinite calmness even if the ugly face of fear is never far away. There are sounds, some fascinating, some threatening, mixing with the kind of deep silence humans have long forgotten.

This is ( Read more... )

The anomaly flickers out of existence and that’s that.

They wait for days. Weeks. Months. A permanent watchpost is set up at the site and Caroline brings hot soup at winter and refreshing drinks in the summer heat. Every new anomaly fills them with futile hope, and when they capture Helen they interrogate her for two months before accepting that ( Read more... )

I see herds grazing on green grass peacefully, the ground caressing my palm in gentle invitation; I see bright blue sky and teasing stars at night; desolate rocks and deserts and creatures thriving in unbearable conditions; I see storms fade into colourful rainbows and flowers bask in the sun’s loving kisses; rivers, blue as dreams, home to fish ( Read more... )

As long as his wife doesn’t know, as long as his children don’t know, as long as none of his friends or colleagues or casual acquaintances know, as long as he goes out for drinks with friends to talk about cars and football and women they can’t fuck because of or have fucked despite their wives, as long as he plays the perfect father during the ( Read more... )