Getting Lost
Title: Getting Lost
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Connor/Lester
Words: 300
Rating,Warnings: PG - bit fluffy.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None
AN: emyrldlady asked me a question last night that I had oddly enough been thinking about that day (dull tech meeting...mind wandered) so I've written this for her.
Lester lay with Connor slotted neatly in his arms, the younger man’s head on his chest, legs entwined. Their bodies still radiated heat from their recent exertions and they both felt content in the bubble of afterglow. The silence was comfortable and comforting, and the dark night cocooned them.
One of Lester’s hands was gently roaming and stroking Connor’s chest and not for the first time came to rest on the ring that hung on the leather thong around Connor’s neck. As he had before he started to absent mindedly play with it.
He slipped it on each finger in turn, mindlessly working it along his hand. It reached no further than halfway down the second bone on most fingers, but slipped down to the middle knuckle of his pinky.
“It was my mum’s.” The voice is quiet, but startling in the silence.
Lester almost freezes. This is new; they’ve talked about a lot in their time together, but this is new. Lester knows he has to react carefully, not let his surprise show. He gives Connor’s shoulder a gentle squeeze; permission to continue if he wants, understanding if he doesn’t.
“She died when I was twelve. Cancer. No one told me that she was ill until near the end. Then she gave me her wedding ring. I’ve never taken it off.
“Things went a bit wrong with me and Dad then. We didn’t really know what to do with each other. I lost myself in my dinosaurs and he lost himself in…well…other things. We didn’t really understand each other.”
Lester’s arms tightened around Connor’s body and he let the ring slip from his fingers. Connor looked up and saw everything they didn’t need to say reflected in his partner’s eyes.
And Connor let himself get lost himself in Lester.