Primeval Fanfic: Return To The Dark Room
Title: Return To The Dark Room
Author: TalliW
Pairings: James Lester/Team
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Primeval is 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: Sequel to The Dark Room
Lester had spent every night in the Dark Room since Becker and Sarah had gone missing. He had never felt so alone before.
He still could hear Sarah's confident words, that they would be back with the others before he had finished the stack of reports on his desk.
But by now, all paper work available in the ARC had been done by him but none of his team had returned.
He walked up to the top floor under the roof to spend another lonely night in the Dark Room.
Weary but not quite tired, Lester sank down on the big comfortable bed and closed his eyes.
He heard the soft click of the door, the shuffle of boots. Was that the cleaning lady again, checking up on him?
Suddenly he heard voices. Voices he had dearly missed over the last few days were arguing if it was appropriate to wake him up.
‚I'm not asleep', he wanted to say. But was it really true? He had dreamed about them before, about their return.
Very kinky dreams, inspired by the surroundings, in a room designed for all sorts of pleasures.
Lester felt a tug on his neck and his tie was removed. By a woman's hand. Sarah or Abby?
He smiled happily. What did it matter when it was just a dream? He was determined to enjoy every second of it. It was all he still had.
Someone licked a stripe from his cheek to his ear, both ears, actually.
Lester opened his eyes and saw the grinning faces of Abby and Connor hovering over him. Both youngsters seem to have lost every inhibition. Or maybe they had never had any inhibitions in the first place and he had just been to busy to notice. He hummed appreciatively and grinned goofily back.
Someone groped at his fly before his zipper was yanked down. That had to be Danny. Always impatient.
Becker, still immaculate as though he had just stepped out of a commercial for styling gel, was working clumsily on his shirt buttons, popping them open one after another.
Lester considered giving him a hand but lost himself in the touch of soft lips on his mouth.
Lester had to admit that Sarah was a good kisser. When her tongue darted against his lips, trying to coax him to let her in, he went willing along with her wishes.
The last button finished with, Becker pushed the fabric to one side. Lester groaned into Sarah's mouth when the captain's fingers began to ruffle through his chest hair, now exposed above the rim of his vest. First tentatively, then getting more bold.
Meanwhile Danny had finally managed to get him out of his trousers. A little more giggling, hissing and wiggling later, Lester had lost his pants and vest as well.
He should feel awkward, Lester thought. Laying naked on a bed with a whole group of full clothed colleagues. Instead he felt salvaged, cared for.
That was a wonderful dream.
Pain was lancing through his chest as a nipple clamp was attached to his right nipple. Abby really was a kinky girl. In the distance he heard manacles clink.
As lips, tongues, and hands started to coddle him Lester finally realised that they were real. His team, his friends. It was not a dream. They had come back to him. He wasn't alone any more.
In that moment the ring of ice around his heart melted away. Half-sobbing, half- laughing, Lester caressed, kissed and fondled the people around him, and tried to get them naked too.
The outside world ceased to exist.
Together in the Dark Room, a few hours before dawn, they were celebrating life; in the only place where they could forget everything for a while and just feel.