Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Abby/Becker/Connor
Story: My Turn
Rating: NC-17/MA
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Author's Note: References the events of Paper, Scissors, Stones. No particular spot in the Both Worlds timeline--vaguely post-Order and Chaos.
Summary: An evening's romp for our trio is interrupted by a dilemma.
My Turn
It had been a long, stressful, messy day. An incursion of a herd of terrified hypacrosaurus—one of whom was stomach-churningly incontinent—had made for an exhausting mission. Connor needed to repair a locking mechanism that had been trampled, Becker dislocated a finger trying to dive out of the way of a stampede and even Abby found herself cursing the creatures’ colossal stupidity. By the time the sun crept below the horizon, she was more than happy to finally get home, have the mother of all showers and get a proper meal.
Finally, their needs for hygiene and hunger sated, she and her partners eagerly crawled into bed—to begin sating other needs that had gone unmet.
Just a few minutes into the enjoyable groping, Connor, half atop her and suckling her ear while Becker caressed them both, whimpered with need and arched his back, pushing his rump into the air. He glanced over at Becker and raised an eyebrow. “Hey, love. Up for giving me a go?” He reached down, closing slender fingers around Becker’s hardness.
Becker drew a shallow gasp at the touch, but hesitated a little. “Well, actually,” he said sheepishly, “I was going to ask you for that.”
“Oh.” Connor looked crestfallen. “I can. No problem.”
“No! No, that’s OK. You know me, I’m always up for giving that arse of yours a good pounding.” He grinned and gave Connor a solid goose.
Connor squirmed happily, but then stilled Becker’s hand. “Honestly, Becks. I’m sure I owe you several times over by now. Let me.”
“Connor, love. Don’t fuss. You’ve had a long day and I’m sure you need—“
“Oh, would the pair of you just SHUT UP?” Abby finally spat in frustration.
“Uh?” Becker frowned at her in confusion.
She looked back and forth between them. “I’ll do it. I’ll do you both.”
“You—“ Connor gaped at her.
“We have the equipment, and unlike you two, the silicone isn't going to get spent after one go. Neither will I.” She gave Becker a significant look. “You know I can do it.”
“Indeed you can. And well.” Becker flushed and smiled knowingly. “What about you, though?”
“Eh.” She shrugged. “I can get off just fine that way, and you can both owe me a proper fucking tomorrow, yeah?”
“Well, all right, then!” Becker slipped a hand between her thighs, giving her a quick caress as a promise of things to come. “Connor?”
Connor giggled throatily and wriggled, rubbing against her. “Works for me!”
“Good!” Abby declared, and squirmed her way across Becker to reach the toy chest stored at his side of the bed.
“One thing, though.” Connor murmured behind her as she rummaged through their stash.
She came up with the supplies and turned back. “Oh, what’s that?”
“Who gets to go first?”
~End~
Characters: Abby/Becker/Connor
Story: My Turn
Rating: NC-17/MA
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Author's Note: References the events of Paper, Scissors, Stones. No particular spot in the Both Worlds timeline--vaguely post-Order and Chaos.
Summary: An evening's romp for our trio is interrupted by a dilemma.
My Turn
It had been a long, stressful, messy day. An incursion of a herd of terrified hypacrosaurus—one of whom was stomach-churningly incontinent—had made for an exhausting mission. Connor needed to repair a locking mechanism that had been trampled, Becker dislocated a finger trying to dive out of the way of a stampede and even Abby found herself cursing the creatures’ colossal stupidity. By the time the sun crept below the horizon, she was more than happy to finally get home, have the mother of all showers and get a proper meal.
Finally, their needs for hygiene and hunger sated, she and her partners eagerly crawled into bed—to begin sating other needs that had gone unmet.
Just a few minutes into the enjoyable groping, Connor, half atop her and suckling her ear while Becker caressed them both, whimpered with need and arched his back, pushing his rump into the air. He glanced over at Becker and raised an eyebrow. “Hey, love. Up for giving me a go?” He reached down, closing slender fingers around Becker’s hardness.
Becker drew a shallow gasp at the touch, but hesitated a little. “Well, actually,” he said sheepishly, “I was going to ask you for that.”
“Oh.” Connor looked crestfallen. “I can. No problem.”
“No! No, that’s OK. You know me, I’m always up for giving that arse of yours a good pounding.” He grinned and gave Connor a solid goose.
Connor squirmed happily, but then stilled Becker’s hand. “Honestly, Becks. I’m sure I owe you several times over by now. Let me.”
“Connor, love. Don’t fuss. You’ve had a long day and I’m sure you need—“
“Oh, would the pair of you just SHUT UP?” Abby finally spat in frustration.
“Uh?” Becker frowned at her in confusion.
She looked back and forth between them. “I’ll do it. I’ll do you both.”
“You—“ Connor gaped at her.
“We have the equipment, and unlike you two, the silicone isn't going to get spent after one go. Neither will I.” She gave Becker a significant look. “You know I can do it.”
“Indeed you can. And well.” Becker flushed and smiled knowingly. “What about you, though?”
“Eh.” She shrugged. “I can get off just fine that way, and you can both owe me a proper fucking tomorrow, yeah?”
“Well, all right, then!” Becker slipped a hand between her thighs, giving her a quick caress as a promise of things to come. “Connor?”
Connor giggled throatily and wriggled, rubbing against her. “Works for me!”
“Good!” Abby declared, and squirmed her way across Becker to reach the toy chest stored at his side of the bed.
“One thing, though.” Connor murmured behind her as she rummaged through their stash.
She came up with the supplies and turned back. “Oh, what’s that?”
“Who gets to go first?”
~End~