Losing the Bet
Title: Losing the Bet
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Connor/Abby, Connor/Abby/Becker, Ryan
Words: 931
Rating,Warnings: 15
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None. - written assuming Becker has recently joined the ARC and in full Denial mode.
AN: Written a while back for the mini Halloween fest at
primeval_denial but only just posting. Written for scripps's prompt which I'm not revealing as it gives too much away!
AN2: Muchos thanks to
lukadreaming for a super beta service.
“Do you really think he’ll do it?” Abby asked. She was standing with Connor and Ryan in the pub that had been unfortunate enough to be chosen to host the annual ARC Halloween party. Everyone was there and everyone was in a costume of their choosing. With one exception.
“Of course he won’t,” Connor replied before a pause. “Will he?”
“It’s a matter of pride,” interjected Ryan. “A bet is a bet. He lost fair and square and has to follow through. The ridicule for not doing it would be far worse.”
“But everyone is here,” Connor said, looking around the pub they were in. “Most of your lads, the science team; everyone.”
Ryan gave a nonchalant shrug.
“You tricked him, though, didn’t you?” Abby asked “He never stood a chance of winning the bet, did he? You’re just hazing the new guy.”
Ryan grinned. “I have no idea what you mean. And he had the chance to pull out.”
“And look like an idiot in front of his new team.”
“Worse than he looks now?” Connor put in, pointing to the doors of the pub.
As if pulled by an unseen force, every head swung towards the door. Silence descended on the room, but didn’t last for long. A wolf whistle - with a distinctly Stephen-like tone to it - split the air and was the only catalyst everyone needed. Cat-calls, whistles, laughter and applause filled the pub as a scowling Becker made his way from the front door, over to where they were standing.
Connor’s eyes were on stalks, Abby was badly disguising a huge fit of the giggles and Ryan was openly laughing.
Becker stood in front of them now, his tall, lean frame poured into a short, tight nurse's uniform. The hem of the white dress barely covered his arse and a plunging neckline revealed a thick gathering of hair on the soldier’s chest. He had a stethoscope hung around his neck, small hat perched on his head and the outfit was completed with bare, hairy legs and his regular issue army boots.
“Becker! Bloody hell. You fucking did it!” Ryan exclaimed.
“Of course I did it,” Becker scowled back at him. “Did you think I’d default on a bet?”
“No, but I didn’t expect...this. I thought you’d go matronly. You’ve got balls, mate; good effort. Welcome to the team. Let me get you a drink.”
Becker brightened considerably. He looked down at Abby who was still smiling at him and Connor who was standing next to her, mouth open and a slightly glazed expression on his face. Abby cast Connor a quick look before turning back to Becker.
“I think you’ve broken him.”
“I’m not broken, just a bit surprised,” Connor managed.
Becker replied with a self-satisfied grin.
Ryan interrupted them by coming back with an armful of bottles of beer. He handed three to Becker, before lifting one of his own to the other man and chinking bottles.
“Well done again, mate. Now let’s go and mingle and leave Abby to try to teach Connor how to blink again.”
Becker smiled and, clutching his beers, headed off to join one of the other groups; a loud cheer heralded his arrival.
Abby turned to look at Connor who was now blushing into his drink and trying to ignore everyone. Sadly it meant he missed the contemplative look in her eyes.
The party atmosphere lasted all night, the pub filled with laughter, good-natured ribbing and colourful language. The landlord was becoming increasingly pleased with how the night’s takings were looking.
Connor had retreated to a quiet corner, taking Abby with him. She sat on his lap, her arms circled around his neck and they kissed languidly. Abby suddenly felt like she was being watched and pulled back, looking up. A slightly swaying Becker stood over her, grinning.
“You two are very cute, you know.”
“I’m not cute,” grumbled Connor.
Abby turned to look at him and noticed that Connor was once again rather fixated by the hem of Becker’s barely-there skirt. She decided it was now or never and beckoned Becker closer.
He stepped so that he was right in front of them, a lop-sided smile on his face. Abby reached up and grabbed the two ends of his stethoscope and tugged down. Becker offered no resistance as she pulled him in close and kissed him. She heard Connor suck in a breath behind her and felt his obvious interest in proceedings grow under her thigh. She pulled back from the kiss and, smiling at Becker, used the stethoscope to guide his head past her and towards Connor.
Neither man seemed to need any more encouragement and Abby watched breathlessly as Becker and Connor enthusiastically started to kiss next to her face.
Ryan’s voice suddenly floated across the pub. “Oi, get a room!”
Laughter followed the shout and Becker pulled back from Connor, grinning in a way that indicated he might not have been as drunk as he appeared. “I rather think he makes a good point. Shall we?”
Connor nodded speechlessly and Abby muttered a “hell, yes,” before climbing off Connor’s lap. The three swiftly left the pub and Becker wrapped an arm around each of them.
“Well , this took long enough. If this outfit didn’t work, I was starting to run out of ideas. And for the record, I never lose a bet unless I want to.”
This time the look Abby gave him was equally as stunned as Connor’s.
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Connor/Abby, Connor/Abby/Becker, Ryan
Words: 931
Rating,Warnings: 15
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None. - written assuming Becker has recently joined the ARC and in full Denial mode.
AN: Written a while back for the mini Halloween fest at
primeval_denial but only just posting. Written for scripps's prompt which I'm not revealing as it gives too much away!
AN2: Muchos thanks to
lukadreaming for a super beta service.
“Do you really think he’ll do it?” Abby asked. She was standing with Connor and Ryan in the pub that had been unfortunate enough to be chosen to host the annual ARC Halloween party. Everyone was there and everyone was in a costume of their choosing. With one exception.
“Of course he won’t,” Connor replied before a pause. “Will he?”
“It’s a matter of pride,” interjected Ryan. “A bet is a bet. He lost fair and square and has to follow through. The ridicule for not doing it would be far worse.”
“But everyone is here,” Connor said, looking around the pub they were in. “Most of your lads, the science team; everyone.”
Ryan gave a nonchalant shrug.
“You tricked him, though, didn’t you?” Abby asked “He never stood a chance of winning the bet, did he? You’re just hazing the new guy.”
Ryan grinned. “I have no idea what you mean. And he had the chance to pull out.”
“And look like an idiot in front of his new team.”
“Worse than he looks now?” Connor put in, pointing to the doors of the pub.
As if pulled by an unseen force, every head swung towards the door. Silence descended on the room, but didn’t last for long. A wolf whistle - with a distinctly Stephen-like tone to it - split the air and was the only catalyst everyone needed. Cat-calls, whistles, laughter and applause filled the pub as a scowling Becker made his way from the front door, over to where they were standing.
Connor’s eyes were on stalks, Abby was badly disguising a huge fit of the giggles and Ryan was openly laughing.
Becker stood in front of them now, his tall, lean frame poured into a short, tight nurse's uniform. The hem of the white dress barely covered his arse and a plunging neckline revealed a thick gathering of hair on the soldier’s chest. He had a stethoscope hung around his neck, small hat perched on his head and the outfit was completed with bare, hairy legs and his regular issue army boots.
“Becker! Bloody hell. You fucking did it!” Ryan exclaimed.
“Of course I did it,” Becker scowled back at him. “Did you think I’d default on a bet?”
“No, but I didn’t expect...this. I thought you’d go matronly. You’ve got balls, mate; good effort. Welcome to the team. Let me get you a drink.”
Becker brightened considerably. He looked down at Abby who was still smiling at him and Connor who was standing next to her, mouth open and a slightly glazed expression on his face. Abby cast Connor a quick look before turning back to Becker.
“I think you’ve broken him.”
“I’m not broken, just a bit surprised,” Connor managed.
Becker replied with a self-satisfied grin.
Ryan interrupted them by coming back with an armful of bottles of beer. He handed three to Becker, before lifting one of his own to the other man and chinking bottles.
“Well done again, mate. Now let’s go and mingle and leave Abby to try to teach Connor how to blink again.”
Becker smiled and, clutching his beers, headed off to join one of the other groups; a loud cheer heralded his arrival.
Abby turned to look at Connor who was now blushing into his drink and trying to ignore everyone. Sadly it meant he missed the contemplative look in her eyes.
The party atmosphere lasted all night, the pub filled with laughter, good-natured ribbing and colourful language. The landlord was becoming increasingly pleased with how the night’s takings were looking.
Connor had retreated to a quiet corner, taking Abby with him. She sat on his lap, her arms circled around his neck and they kissed languidly. Abby suddenly felt like she was being watched and pulled back, looking up. A slightly swaying Becker stood over her, grinning.
“You two are very cute, you know.”
“I’m not cute,” grumbled Connor.
Abby turned to look at him and noticed that Connor was once again rather fixated by the hem of Becker’s barely-there skirt. She decided it was now or never and beckoned Becker closer.
He stepped so that he was right in front of them, a lop-sided smile on his face. Abby reached up and grabbed the two ends of his stethoscope and tugged down. Becker offered no resistance as she pulled him in close and kissed him. She heard Connor suck in a breath behind her and felt his obvious interest in proceedings grow under her thigh. She pulled back from the kiss and, smiling at Becker, used the stethoscope to guide his head past her and towards Connor.
Neither man seemed to need any more encouragement and Abby watched breathlessly as Becker and Connor enthusiastically started to kiss next to her face.
Ryan’s voice suddenly floated across the pub. “Oi, get a room!”
Laughter followed the shout and Becker pulled back from Connor, grinning in a way that indicated he might not have been as drunk as he appeared. “I rather think he makes a good point. Shall we?”
Connor nodded speechlessly and Abby muttered a “hell, yes,” before climbing off Connor’s lap. The three swiftly left the pub and Becker wrapped an arm around each of them.
“Well , this took long enough. If this outfit didn’t work, I was starting to run out of ideas. And for the record, I never lose a bet unless I want to.”
This time the look Abby gave him was equally as stunned as Connor’s.