Primeval Fanfic: A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words
Title: A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words
Author: TalliW
Characters: Helen Cutter, James Lester, Becker
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.
The ficlet is partly inspired from Fredbassett & Munchkinofdoom's series "Silk and Steel", part 40. A subdued Becker has his merits.;)
AN: Sequel to "Your Enemy's Enemy Is Your Friend"
This is for sunset_dinos. Congratulations on the 100th fic and thanks for all your nice stories.
James Lester smiled self-contentedly as he looked at the photos in his hand.
Captain Becker on his back with a cock up his arse and suckling enthusiastically on the tip of another one while five men stood around him jerking off.
It wa a nice picture but Lester liked the next one best. Becker, covered in come, with a happy smile on his face, his lips just slightly opened, like he was waiting for some more cock to suck on.
Sir James considered that option for a moment but decided against it. He didn't care for sluts and Becker belonged definitely in that category. You never knew what sort of diseases you might catch from guys like him.
But the third photograph looked more promising. Becker naked on his knees with his hands tied behind his back cleaning a dirty boot with his tongue.
Lester observed his own shoes and grinned. Perhaps they needed a clean-up as well.
"Interesting pictures, James," a voice said behind him and took the photos from his hand.
"Becker makes a nice fuck toy. Are you turned on?"
James Lester inhaled the sweet scent emitting from the woman next to him. "You are most certainly turned on, Helen. I can smell you from two metres away.
What are you doing in my flat in my bathrobe? It's not even four days since we last met at the factory.
Are you missing me already?"
"Don't flatter yourself. I needed a shower and some decent food and I know I can get both here."
Helen Cutter smiled lasciviously. "Of course I'm not averse to a short interlude in bed...."
She walked into his bedroom and stroked wistfully over the silken bedcover. "The last time I did it in a decent environment was with Stephen. That was exactly a year ago."
Lester followed her and snorted. "Please, don't get all sentimental now. That doesn't suit you, Helen."
Without further ado he untied the belt of her bathrobe and pushed her down onto the bed.
Following his usual habit, when they met in dirty places, he didn't bother to take off his own clothes.
He just pulled his cock out and shoved his trousers and pants out of the way so he could settle between her legs.
Their union was wild and fast just as they both liked it.
He groaned when Helen clamped her legs around him, every muscle in her body tight-drawn to stop her pending orgasm.
This time it was James who surrendered first.
As he spilled inside her body, Helen let herself get swept away by the waves of pleasure and she buried her hands in his short hair riding out the last convulsions of their shared bliss.
She didn't bother to clean herself up, she just dressed silently.
Lester watched her in concern as she walked back into the living room and eyed the photographs on the table.
He stepped up close to her and whispered in her ear. "So tell me the truth, why you are really here?"
"Are you sure you can handle the truth, James?" she answered, with barely an emotion in her voice.
James Lester spun her around and looked into her face.
What he saw in the depths of her dark eyes made him shiver and he understood.
There wouldn't be any more meetings like this ending with a quick fuck.
Helen had reached the end of her journey. She was finally ready to go, to leave this world behind forever.
And suddenly he didn't want to lose her.
He grasped her head between his hands and pressed his lips against her mouth.
For the first time they kissed, desperate and angry until Helen bit him hard and shoved him away.
"Farewell, James. Take care," she called, inwardly already far away from him.
He didn't stop her as she left the flat. James Lester knew he couldn't give her what she was searching for and she couldn't offer what he wanted.
His look grazed the coffee table and confirmed what he had already suspected. Becker's pictures were all gone.
James Lester closed his eyes tiredly and inhaled the combined scent of sex and sweat still clinging to his skin whilst he licked the red droplets off his mouth.
The blood on his lips tasted sweet and tempting just like Helen Cutter...