Meant To Be Together
Title: Meant To Be Together
Author: TalliW
Characters: Jenny Lewis/ Helen Cutter
Rating: T
Wordcount: 1072
Disclaimer: Primeval is the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to Fredbassett for beta-reading.
Summary: Jenny is madly in love with Helen
AN: Written for the April teamfest. The story fits my own prompt: After losing Nick Jenny won't risk losing Helen as well.
Jenny gently carded her fingers through the soft hair of the woman lying on her bed. It had been eight months since Helen had shown up on her doorstep, badly bruised with a broken arm, twisted ankle and several cracked ribs.
Helen's bruises had faded, her bones had healed and her once-short hair had grown longer again, now cascading down her shoulders like a small waterfall. Jenny loved to bury her hands in the silken strands when they made love. A pity she had to get up in a few minutes.
With a sigh Jenny handed Helen her daily dose of psychotropic drugs and began to prepare for work. She hated to leave Helen alone but someone had to earn money.
The rustling of fabric draw her attention back on the bed. Helen was watching her with burning eyes, her desire evident in the tension of her body and the intensity of her gaze.
How much Jenny wished she could just crawl back into bed and make passionate love to Helen again. But she couldn't afford to be late for work. Today's meeting was important.
Jenny gave Helen a quick kiss and grabbed her purse. Sometimes it was hard to comprehend how quickly she had fallen for the woman she had wanted to strangle the day she'd discovered her, bloody and helpless, on her doorstep. She would certainly never forget that Helen had killed her own husband, the same man Jenny had started falling in love with. But she had found it in her heart to forgive Helen that horrible crime once she had learnt how broken inside Helen was.
In a way, she had been just as broken. There had been days she had felt as if her heart had been ripped out of her chest, as if she never could love again.
She had sought out therapy when the nightmares started and it had helped. Still every time she had seen a blond middle-aged man her pulse had speeded up in the irrational hope that the burial had been a ruse, that Nick Cutter had been revived in the emergency vehicle that had taken him away.
She had resigned from her job at the ARC on the assumption that she would never completely recover from the loss of the great love of her life.
Helen had changed all that. Like a rescuing angel, Helen had come into her life, filled the empty space Cutter's death had left inside her and mended her shattered heart. In Helen's arms she had found peace again.
Of course she knew that Helen was mentally ill, that Helen would probably need someone to look after her for the rest of her life. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t find happiness together. She was all too ready to provide the stable environment Helen needed. Hopefully with time, Helen would recover enough that the spasmodic outbreaks of violence would be a thing of the past. It was getting a bit expensive to have to replace the bedding and furniture in the bedroom every time Helen had a fit of temper. However, Helen was worth it.
“I’m back, honey,” Jenny called as she hung her coat on the rack. She heard Helen mutter something under her breath in the bedroom and smiled. Helen hated terms of endearments and would make her pay for that later. If she was lucky Helen would even use teeth.
"I bought tofu for dinner. I hope you don't mind."
The glitter in Helen's eyes told her that there would definitely be love bites tonight.
Exhausted, Jenny sank back into the pillow. No other lover had ever worked her body so expertly as Helen did. No man had ever taken her to such heights. Helen was a generous lover, something she never would have expected from the self-centred woman.
But most things she had learnt about Helen had come as a surprise, like Helen's love for Kendal Mint Cake and the Seventh Doctor or her cordial dislike of bouquets of flowers.
Every time they talked, Jenny heard something new, which totally clashed with the picture she had made up of the woman GCHQ now considered as Britain's second most dangerous enemy.
Next to her, Helen stretched like a feline, almost glowing in contentment. Jenny turned on her side and followed the impulse to trace Helen's swollen lips with her fingertip. It was wonderful to bask in the warmth and joy that came with perfect love making.
After a while Helen started rubbing soft circles on Jenny's stomach, announcing with her gradually deeper wandering hand that the night was far from over.
That was one of the many little things she loved about Helen. Helen always went for the maximum effect, she never did anything by half. Where others would have been content to have made her so vocal that the whole neighbourhood had probably heard her, Helen wasn't satisfied before she became a gibbering mess of orgasmic bliss. Since the first time they had kissed, Helen had gone out of her way to prove to her that multiple-orgasms wasn't just a myth.
Before she'd met Helen, Jenny had sometimes wondered what Nick and Stephen had seen in the woman. What Helen might have offered to a young man who could take his pick of pretty much any woman in the country. It had been that curiosity that had made her decide not to contact the authorities and finally led her into Helen's arms.
"You know it is for the best that you stay inside," Jenny mumbled against Helen's neck. "I love you too much to risk them detecting you and taking you away from me."
Under her lips and hands, Jenny could feel how Helen's body tensed up at her declaration and then relaxed again without an attack.
A giddy rush of excitement swept through Jenny. That was the big breakthrough she had waited for all those months. Finally Helen was accepting that they belonged together, that despite the bad things Helen had done she was still worthy of love.
Jenny was very proud of Helen's accomplishment. Tomorrow she would start lowering Helen's dose of drugs. And maybe one day in the near future she even could forgo the chains without Helen trying to flee.
With a content smile Jenny snuggled into Helen's warmth and closed her eyes. It felt so good to love and to be loved in return.
Author: TalliW
Characters: Jenny Lewis/ Helen Cutter
Rating: T
Wordcount: 1072
Disclaimer: Primeval is the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to Fredbassett for beta-reading.
Summary: Jenny is madly in love with Helen
AN: Written for the April teamfest. The story fits my own prompt: After losing Nick Jenny won't risk losing Helen as well.
Jenny gently carded her fingers through the soft hair of the woman lying on her bed. It had been eight months since Helen had shown up on her doorstep, badly bruised with a broken arm, twisted ankle and several cracked ribs.
Helen's bruises had faded, her bones had healed and her once-short hair had grown longer again, now cascading down her shoulders like a small waterfall. Jenny loved to bury her hands in the silken strands when they made love. A pity she had to get up in a few minutes.
With a sigh Jenny handed Helen her daily dose of psychotropic drugs and began to prepare for work. She hated to leave Helen alone but someone had to earn money.
The rustling of fabric draw her attention back on the bed. Helen was watching her with burning eyes, her desire evident in the tension of her body and the intensity of her gaze.
How much Jenny wished she could just crawl back into bed and make passionate love to Helen again. But she couldn't afford to be late for work. Today's meeting was important.
Jenny gave Helen a quick kiss and grabbed her purse. Sometimes it was hard to comprehend how quickly she had fallen for the woman she had wanted to strangle the day she'd discovered her, bloody and helpless, on her doorstep. She would certainly never forget that Helen had killed her own husband, the same man Jenny had started falling in love with. But she had found it in her heart to forgive Helen that horrible crime once she had learnt how broken inside Helen was.
In a way, she had been just as broken. There had been days she had felt as if her heart had been ripped out of her chest, as if she never could love again.
She had sought out therapy when the nightmares started and it had helped. Still every time she had seen a blond middle-aged man her pulse had speeded up in the irrational hope that the burial had been a ruse, that Nick Cutter had been revived in the emergency vehicle that had taken him away.
She had resigned from her job at the ARC on the assumption that she would never completely recover from the loss of the great love of her life.
Helen had changed all that. Like a rescuing angel, Helen had come into her life, filled the empty space Cutter's death had left inside her and mended her shattered heart. In Helen's arms she had found peace again.
Of course she knew that Helen was mentally ill, that Helen would probably need someone to look after her for the rest of her life. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t find happiness together. She was all too ready to provide the stable environment Helen needed. Hopefully with time, Helen would recover enough that the spasmodic outbreaks of violence would be a thing of the past. It was getting a bit expensive to have to replace the bedding and furniture in the bedroom every time Helen had a fit of temper. However, Helen was worth it.
“I’m back, honey,” Jenny called as she hung her coat on the rack. She heard Helen mutter something under her breath in the bedroom and smiled. Helen hated terms of endearments and would make her pay for that later. If she was lucky Helen would even use teeth.
"I bought tofu for dinner. I hope you don't mind."
The glitter in Helen's eyes told her that there would definitely be love bites tonight.
Exhausted, Jenny sank back into the pillow. No other lover had ever worked her body so expertly as Helen did. No man had ever taken her to such heights. Helen was a generous lover, something she never would have expected from the self-centred woman.
But most things she had learnt about Helen had come as a surprise, like Helen's love for Kendal Mint Cake and the Seventh Doctor or her cordial dislike of bouquets of flowers.
Every time they talked, Jenny heard something new, which totally clashed with the picture she had made up of the woman GCHQ now considered as Britain's second most dangerous enemy.
Next to her, Helen stretched like a feline, almost glowing in contentment. Jenny turned on her side and followed the impulse to trace Helen's swollen lips with her fingertip. It was wonderful to bask in the warmth and joy that came with perfect love making.
After a while Helen started rubbing soft circles on Jenny's stomach, announcing with her gradually deeper wandering hand that the night was far from over.
That was one of the many little things she loved about Helen. Helen always went for the maximum effect, she never did anything by half. Where others would have been content to have made her so vocal that the whole neighbourhood had probably heard her, Helen wasn't satisfied before she became a gibbering mess of orgasmic bliss. Since the first time they had kissed, Helen had gone out of her way to prove to her that multiple-orgasms wasn't just a myth.
Before she'd met Helen, Jenny had sometimes wondered what Nick and Stephen had seen in the woman. What Helen might have offered to a young man who could take his pick of pretty much any woman in the country. It had been that curiosity that had made her decide not to contact the authorities and finally led her into Helen's arms.
"You know it is for the best that you stay inside," Jenny mumbled against Helen's neck. "I love you too much to risk them detecting you and taking you away from me."
Under her lips and hands, Jenny could feel how Helen's body tensed up at her declaration and then relaxed again without an attack.
A giddy rush of excitement swept through Jenny. That was the big breakthrough she had waited for all those months. Finally Helen was accepting that they belonged together, that despite the bad things Helen had done she was still worthy of love.
Jenny was very proud of Helen's accomplishment. Tomorrow she would start lowering Helen's dose of drugs. And maybe one day in the near future she even could forgo the chains without Helen trying to flee.
With a content smile Jenny snuggled into Helen's warmth and closed her eyes. It felt so good to love and to be loved in return.