Day 3: Primeval: Flagrante
Title: Flagrante
Author: temaris
Fandom: Primeval
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Connor Temple (Abby Maitland)
Summary: Connor's having a private moment. Probably.
A/N: For Alyse, with thanks for the swift beta :-) . No warnings.
The best things about living in Abby's apartment: it was warm, curtained and Abby had no inhibitions about waltzing around in a vest and knickers. Connor's mam would have said she was no better than she ought to be, and well, if he wasn't half in love with those startling eyes and smooth, smooth legs, maybe he'd be able to work up some disapproval.
Oh, who was he kidding. He burrowed deeper into the blanket on the sofa, and watched, eyes slitted as she pattered down the stairs to the bathroom.
This was the worst thing about living in Abby's apartment. He didn't have a room of his own, and a single blanket between him and the world. Or, and his face flamed under the stuffy blankets even thinking it, between his hard on and Abby's sharp eyes.
And huh, that was actually kind of hot. The thought that she might walk in and discover him at any moment ... might see the tented blankets, the back and forth of his arm as he ...mmm... stroked himself.
She could walk in any time. She could be watching right now, her eyes hot and her knickers ... He paused a warm, happy moment at the thought of those knickers.
Connor she'd whisper, low, sultry, Connor, what are you doing?, and she'd pull back the blanket and straddle him...
Rex chirped nearby and he froze.
He swallowed, his mouth dry. He tried to keep his breathing shallow, listening hard for her. Was she about to come back out of the bathroom? had she already come out? Rex was up, the soft flutter of his wings clear in the quiet flat. Maybe he was gliding around Abby as she stood there --
The shower kicked in and he let out a long, slow sigh of relief. She'd said he could stay a couple of days, but if she caught him having a quiet morning wank, it might be all over. If she guessed what he was thinking of while he was actually *doing* it... he grimaced. She'd probably break his arm before throwing him out in the street wearing just a blanket. If she let him keep the blanket. He gulped and thought hard about cold things, nasty things. Autopsies and goop and terrifying pointy-toothed dinosaurs.
Nope. His one eyed friend was still sitting high and hard. Cautiously he moved again, stoking with as little arm movement as possible, keeping it all in the wrist, all in the wrist action. Maybe she'd sit next to him, and slide a hand under the bedclothes and even he wasn't buying that.
He rolled his eyes. She'd never go for him. Too busy making eyes at Stephen. They'd be pretty together -- oh and *now* he started losing interest, okay, fine, just Abby, and the way she didn't need a bra, and could shoot a gorgonopsid at a hundred feet, and rescued a coelurosauravus and was keeping it in her flat, how cool was that?!
Very cool. Very, very, pretty, and cool and -- wow. Wow. The sofa kind of smelled like her, except it wasn't going to for much longer, and come to think of it, he probably should have grabbed a hanky or a t-shirt or something so she wouldn't...
"Connor?"
...catch him.
He came.
Author: temaris
Fandom: Primeval
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Connor Temple (Abby Maitland)
Summary: Connor's having a private moment. Probably.
A/N: For Alyse, with thanks for the swift beta :-) . No warnings.
The best things about living in Abby's apartment: it was warm, curtained and Abby had no inhibitions about waltzing around in a vest and knickers. Connor's mam would have said she was no better than she ought to be, and well, if he wasn't half in love with those startling eyes and smooth, smooth legs, maybe he'd be able to work up some disapproval.
Oh, who was he kidding. He burrowed deeper into the blanket on the sofa, and watched, eyes slitted as she pattered down the stairs to the bathroom.
This was the worst thing about living in Abby's apartment. He didn't have a room of his own, and a single blanket between him and the world. Or, and his face flamed under the stuffy blankets even thinking it, between his hard on and Abby's sharp eyes.
And huh, that was actually kind of hot. The thought that she might walk in and discover him at any moment ... might see the tented blankets, the back and forth of his arm as he ...mmm... stroked himself.
She could walk in any time. She could be watching right now, her eyes hot and her knickers ... He paused a warm, happy moment at the thought of those knickers.
Connor she'd whisper, low, sultry, Connor, what are you doing?, and she'd pull back the blanket and straddle him...
Rex chirped nearby and he froze.
He swallowed, his mouth dry. He tried to keep his breathing shallow, listening hard for her. Was she about to come back out of the bathroom? had she already come out? Rex was up, the soft flutter of his wings clear in the quiet flat. Maybe he was gliding around Abby as she stood there --
The shower kicked in and he let out a long, slow sigh of relief. She'd said he could stay a couple of days, but if she caught him having a quiet morning wank, it might be all over. If she guessed what he was thinking of while he was actually *doing* it... he grimaced. She'd probably break his arm before throwing him out in the street wearing just a blanket. If she let him keep the blanket. He gulped and thought hard about cold things, nasty things. Autopsies and goop and terrifying pointy-toothed dinosaurs.
Nope. His one eyed friend was still sitting high and hard. Cautiously he moved again, stoking with as little arm movement as possible, keeping it all in the wrist, all in the wrist action. Maybe she'd sit next to him, and slide a hand under the bedclothes and even he wasn't buying that.
He rolled his eyes. She'd never go for him. Too busy making eyes at Stephen. They'd be pretty together -- oh and *now* he started losing interest, okay, fine, just Abby, and the way she didn't need a bra, and could shoot a gorgonopsid at a hundred feet, and rescued a coelurosauravus and was keeping it in her flat, how cool was that?!
Very cool. Very, very, pretty, and cool and -- wow. Wow. The sofa kind of smelled like her, except it wasn't going to for much longer, and come to think of it, he probably should have grabbed a hanky or a t-shirt or something so she wouldn't...
"Connor?"
...catch him.
He came.