Primeval Fanfic: When Dreams Come True
Title: When Dreams Come True
Author: TalliW
Characters: ARC-Team
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: Primeval are the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to fredbassett for beta-reading. I couldn't have done it without you.
AN: I seems to have a reputation of being the right person for crazy and weird ideas.
Mandy, this is for you. I hope it's crazy and dirty enough what you had in mind.;) It's the best I could do with your prompts.
And yes, I still blush sometimes when I write. ;)
prompts: erotic dreams, orgy with Nick (first season), no stamina, armadillos, patience, an absurd scientific explanation
"Dr. Sheldon, what exactly does this project of yours contain? My time is too short to read 268 pages of scientific nonsense and I don't want to expose my staff to potentially dangerous experiments, not even when the order comes from the Prime Minister in person."
"In short, we will play sonic modulated music which is absolutely harmless to living organisms. The scarcely perceptible modulated sound waves will stimulate the muscles of the inner ear and with this the parasympathetic nerve fibre which lead to a special part of the cerebral cortex.
The subconsciousness will be motivated to bring up current problems and provide possible solutions in dreams which we can record with this device within 800 metres. The extraordinary form of this building makes it possible to get clear recordings of every individual within the ARC."
Professor Nick Cutter tried to concentrate on the report he still had to write about the pterosaur case.
The classical music which had been tootling away the whole morning, thanks to a new crazy idea of Sir James', made him sleepy.
He had already yawned for three times in a row. Nick finally gave up and cushioned his head on his arms. A short nap wouldn't do any harm...
Sir James scanned the first dream recordings on fast forward and scratched his head. It seemed some staff members really did have massive problems.
Sighing, he pushed the intercom and ordered: "I need a chocolate fudge cake and lilac suspender belts in size L as well as a pair of silk gloves in midnight blue in size S. And get a seven-banded armadillo for the mammoth."
Cutter smiled in his sleep when he saw Claudia walk into his living room, clad in a black lady's suit with a very short skirt and a low neckline.
He licked his lips when she started to sway her hips to the soft ballad suddenly playing in the background and slowly opened the first buttons of her suit...
Nick panted as he was pushed down on his knees on the soft carpet, naked except for the little hooped socks on his feet.
"Stephen, bring your talented tongue into action. Prepare him! Thoroughly!" The commanding voice of James Lester rang through the room.
Nick groaned when a wet tongue lavished his hole and he pushed his arse up.
"Not so greedy, Professor. Patience is the key to success. Stephen, slow long strokes around his hole! I want him on edge when I take him."
"Down on your knees, Ryan. And now clean up the mess the Professor has made. Stephen you're the next in line."
"That was really weird," Cutter thought when he woke up with slightly damp pants.
An orgy with his teammates was the last thing he had ever expected to dream about.
Thank God for small mercies that he hadn't included Abby and Connor in his dream or he really would feel like a dirty old man.
He already felt perverse enough with the direction his fantasy had taken.
"Sir James, here are the last dream records. We will wrap up the equipment now. The project was a complete success. All test subjects responded well to the dream stimulation and the recording device worked perfectly. Thank you for your cooperation."
Cutter stared at the people standing on his doorstep. What the hell was Lester doing here at this time of day?
"It has come to my attention that some of my employees are quite frustrated with their boring life or, more precisely in your case, with the non-existent sex life. Sexual tensions aren't good for the working morale, Professor. I deem it necessary to ease those tensions before disaster strikes," Lester declared as he walked into the house with his co-workers in tow.
"May I remark I'm very glad you excluded the youngest members of your team. They're both still too exhausted from their own rendezvous. You know, the modern youth... They just haven't got any stamina..."
Nick gaped at Claudia, who was wearing exactly the same suit he had seen in his dream, and swallowed when Lester pulled red and white little hooped socks from his jacket pocket.
"Stephen, Ryan, bind him to the chair. Claudia, you have seen what Cutter likes. Give him a striptease show!"
"Stop struggling, Professor. Just enjoy the moment. Don't forget: Patience is the key to success. You'll get your arse filled soon enough."