Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Abby/Connor
Story: Secret Places
Rating: NC-17/MA
Warnings/Spoilers: Not terribly kinky, but not vanilla het, either.
Author's Note: Can be considered a standalone Abby/Connor fic, but also fits into my A/B/C canon, after Something in Common.
Summary: A warm dip in a hot spring inspires a bit of experimentation in the new couple.
Secret Places
It had taken several weeks, but finally, it was done: The makeshift perimeter fence they’d built around their little hot spring was somewhat flimsy—it wouldn’t keep out anything large—but solid enough to deter or at least confuse any smaller predators trying to nose into their secret little hideaway.
Though she still eyed possible entry points for any unwelcome visitors, Abby nonetheless relaxed easily in the steamy, soothing water, extra happy now because she was not alone there.
He was feeling playful today. Giddy at being able to finally swim naked with her instead of having to stay on solid ground, protecting them from attack, he splashed a bit, and dove, goosing her naughtily under the water. She wriggled and shrieked—quietly, so not to attract attention—and returned the play, his childish mood a little contagious.
After he’d got out most of his squirminess, they moved to one shallow, slightly cooler corner of the pool, and caressed each other gently.
“This is really nice,” she sighed happily as he ran his hands through her hair, lathering it up with a handful of sap from a soapwort plant.
“It is,” he agreed, stroking foamy fingers across her head and shoulders. “I’d still love a proper shower, but for now, I think this will do.” He leaned over to kiss her cheek. “And the company’s good, in any case.”
She smiled contentedly, gazing into his warm, brown eyes, seeing the sincerity of the love there. It had been two weeks since they’d finally got past the awkwardness that had kept them apart for so long, and each day seemed to bring them closer together. They still bickered—the tension of survival and missing home hadn’t let them calm that much—but they were, most definitely, together now, even if they hadn’t said so in so many words. When they felt safe enough, and the exhaustion of the day wasn’t too much, they’d spent many nights tucked back in their little shelter, exploring and learning each other’s bodies and needs.
It was all still new enough, however, that each touch still felt fresh, and having a chance to give each other a wash like this was proving quite arousing. Soapy hands caressed sensitive places longer than strictly necessary for cleaning, and freshly rinsed skin was kissed and suckled. By the time she began scrubbing his back, they were both flushed and panting.
Her hands slid ever lower, dipping below the waist-high surface of the water, stroking over his hips and across the smooth, firm muscles of his tight arse. On a whim, she stroked down the centre, a couple of slippery fingers dipping just into the cleft.
“Oh!” He cried, back arching and hips angling up into her touch.
A violent surge of desire shot through her belly. Heart pounding, she leaned over to whisper in his ear. “Good?”
He turned, looking at her over his shoulder. His mouth was wet and red, and his eyes were half-lidded. Seemingly lost for words, he just nodded, cheeks flushing even deeper as if he were embarassed to ask for it.
She obliged, slipping, at first, just her middle finger further in, and finding his tight, twitching hole. He gasped and shuddered at the first stroke across it, and reached out to brace himself against the rocky wall of the pool.
“More?” She purred, excitement growing at his reaction.
He nodded again, and bent over a little, giving her better access.
She took a moment to get another dollop of the soapy sap, and then returned, with two fingers this time, and her other hand steadying his hips. For a few moments, she just circled, fingertips rubbing the surface skin, pressing a little at the opening. He heaved great sighs, letting the air out in soft, almost pathetic noises of need.
Finally, he whispered brokenly, “Please,” he begged, pushing back against her touch.
The first slip of her fingertip past the tight ring of muscle felt a little strange. It wasn’t something she’d really done before, save a bit of curious exploration of her own body. But his reaction to it pushed away any awkwardness, and she continued, being especially gentle with him in her inexperience. Soon, her finger was buried deep, hugged closely by his body. Remembering her knowledge of anatomy, she wriggled around a little, hunting… There. That must be it, she thought as she grazed over a pulsing, resilient place inside.
“Abby!” He gasped sharply, and then groaned, confirming that she’d hit the spot. Encouraged, she continued, trying different touches and movements, and eventually working a second finger in along with the first. In only a few moments, she found the motion that worked the best, and kept on with it, thrusting and pushing, settling in with the rhythm of his rapidly rolling hips and twitching body.
Sensing that he was becoming desperate, she reached around with her other hand, capturing his cock and pumping it in the same rhythm. He shuddered, struggling to keep his voice down, his knuckles gone white as he gripped the rocks in front of him.
The steady pulse of his body, and the delicious feeling of the hot hardness in her hand made her crave more herself. But they’d been trying to pace themselves, not wanting to exhaust their small supply of condoms just yet, and said supply was back in the shelter anyway. Much as she craved turning him around and letting him fuck her into the wall, she knew it wasn’t safe, so she kept on, taking some measure of satisfaction in pleasing him in this unusual way.
It didn’t take long—he rarely did anyway. Soon, his cock swelled in her hand, and his body tightened around her fingers. With a choked, barely contained cry, he came, bucking hard, adding some thick trails to the warm water near her hand.
“Oh… Ohmygod…” he huffed weakly as he came down, sagging into the water. After he’d stilled, she gently pulled away, giving him a bit of space in which to compose himself. Finally, he turned back around, a drunken, sheepish smile pasted across his face. “Um. Thanks?” He giggled shyly, not quite meeting her eyes.
“My pleasure,” she smiled warmly, quite happy with herself for getting such reactions from him. “If you ever want more of that, you just have to ask.”
He laughed, cheeks still flushed. “Ah, a'ight then. I suspect I might.” He finally made proper eye contact. “So. What about you?”
She shrugged. What she really wanted—his hard cock buried so deep she could feel it in her ribs—wasn’t a possibility, but she knew he’d do what he could to please her otherwise.
“Hmmm…” he chewed his bottom lip, thinking. Then he got a sly grin on his face, and moved toward her. “C’mere,” he said softly, taking her by the waist.
“Hey?” She raised an eyebrow in surprise as he began picking her up.
“Let’s get you,” he murmured, “right here.” He lifted her out of the water, and sat her up on the edge of the pool, where a thick growth of soft moss covered the ground. Her feet dangled over the edge, and the water lapped at her calves. “Now then…” He settled between her thighs, grinning naughtily, and descended on her.
The first touch was bliss. In their condom-avoiding experimentation, he’d already done this a few times before, but he was getting better at it with each go, and with how excited she already was, it didn’t matter that he was still sort of making it up as he went along. She watched him for a few moments, petting his wet hair, and enjoying the way he smiled up at her between kisses and licks, his mouth slick with her arousal. Soon, however, he got into the task in earnest, bringing his hands in to open her up wide and stroke where ever his mouth wasn’t busy. She couldn’t quite stay upright anymore at this, and lay back, propping a leg on his shoulder and ignoring a small stone that dug into her hip.
His eagerness, as always, definitely made up for his lack of experience, and it wasn’t long before he had her worked up. But just as she was nearing release, he shifted positions a little, moving down. She was confused for just a moment until she felt the first swipe of his tongue…there.
The shock of it made her squirm, and he stopped for a second, making a muffled noise that asked her if she was OK. Words not quite coming to her, she reached for his head, pushing it back down, encouraging him to continue.
He did, burying his face, tongue pushing and probing her tight back hole much the same as her fingers had done with his. She giggled a little at the turnabout, and at the giddy feelings fluttering through her body.
His mouth now busy with other things, he moved his hands back up, stroking and tugging gently on the swollen folds, fingertips occasionally grazing across her hard clit. She bucked sharply each time he did that, nearly dislodging him from his other task until he settled in with her rhythm. Finally, he went beyond teasing. Pushing a couple of fingers down at the top of her cleft, he began rubbing in fast, firm strokes along the hard shaft there, now and again rubbing the tip of his thumb across the sensitive bud just below.
Through the dappled sunlight streaming in from the dense treetops overhead, she saw a few passing shadows—pterosaurs, too large to penetrate the trees, but shouting raucous calls as they wheeled. It only added to the sheer surreal experience of the moment. The concept of geeky, boyish Connor Temple working her over, his tongue shoved up her arse, would have been a notion so odd to her old self as to have made her sick with laughter. Yet here she was, and here he was, doing exactly that, and every nerve in her body was quite damned happy about that fact.
The peak took her hard, her whole pelvis reverbing with the throbbing waves and the strange, almost ticklish feeling of Connor’s tongue adding another little dimension to it. Likely due to his own passion rebuilding, he let her rest for only a few seconds before starting again, bringing another shuddering, breathless wave from her body. Finally, he let her come down, and helped her back into the warm water, where they embraced closely.
She could feel his fresh erection nudging against her hip, and raised an eyebrow at him.
He wrinkled his nose and shrugged. “Eh. We can save that for later.”
“A’ight,” she sighed contentedly, leaning against his chest. She again heard the cries of the pterosaurs, and shivered a little, reminded of how perilous things really were for them here. But, she soothed herself with the thought, at least they had each other, and what few barriers remained between them were falling quickly. Though cut off from a path back to the modern world, all roads between them were open, now. In the intimacy of each other’s bodies, they had found a safe place.
--End--
Characters: Abby/Connor
Story: Secret Places
Rating: NC-17/MA
Warnings/Spoilers: Not terribly kinky, but not vanilla het, either.
Author's Note: Can be considered a standalone Abby/Connor fic, but also fits into my A/B/C canon, after Something in Common.
Summary: A warm dip in a hot spring inspires a bit of experimentation in the new couple.
Secret Places
It had taken several weeks, but finally, it was done: The makeshift perimeter fence they’d built around their little hot spring was somewhat flimsy—it wouldn’t keep out anything large—but solid enough to deter or at least confuse any smaller predators trying to nose into their secret little hideaway.
Though she still eyed possible entry points for any unwelcome visitors, Abby nonetheless relaxed easily in the steamy, soothing water, extra happy now because she was not alone there.
He was feeling playful today. Giddy at being able to finally swim naked with her instead of having to stay on solid ground, protecting them from attack, he splashed a bit, and dove, goosing her naughtily under the water. She wriggled and shrieked—quietly, so not to attract attention—and returned the play, his childish mood a little contagious.
After he’d got out most of his squirminess, they moved to one shallow, slightly cooler corner of the pool, and caressed each other gently.
“This is really nice,” she sighed happily as he ran his hands through her hair, lathering it up with a handful of sap from a soapwort plant.
“It is,” he agreed, stroking foamy fingers across her head and shoulders. “I’d still love a proper shower, but for now, I think this will do.” He leaned over to kiss her cheek. “And the company’s good, in any case.”
She smiled contentedly, gazing into his warm, brown eyes, seeing the sincerity of the love there. It had been two weeks since they’d finally got past the awkwardness that had kept them apart for so long, and each day seemed to bring them closer together. They still bickered—the tension of survival and missing home hadn’t let them calm that much—but they were, most definitely, together now, even if they hadn’t said so in so many words. When they felt safe enough, and the exhaustion of the day wasn’t too much, they’d spent many nights tucked back in their little shelter, exploring and learning each other’s bodies and needs.
It was all still new enough, however, that each touch still felt fresh, and having a chance to give each other a wash like this was proving quite arousing. Soapy hands caressed sensitive places longer than strictly necessary for cleaning, and freshly rinsed skin was kissed and suckled. By the time she began scrubbing his back, they were both flushed and panting.
Her hands slid ever lower, dipping below the waist-high surface of the water, stroking over his hips and across the smooth, firm muscles of his tight arse. On a whim, she stroked down the centre, a couple of slippery fingers dipping just into the cleft.
“Oh!” He cried, back arching and hips angling up into her touch.
A violent surge of desire shot through her belly. Heart pounding, she leaned over to whisper in his ear. “Good?”
He turned, looking at her over his shoulder. His mouth was wet and red, and his eyes were half-lidded. Seemingly lost for words, he just nodded, cheeks flushing even deeper as if he were embarassed to ask for it.
She obliged, slipping, at first, just her middle finger further in, and finding his tight, twitching hole. He gasped and shuddered at the first stroke across it, and reached out to brace himself against the rocky wall of the pool.
“More?” She purred, excitement growing at his reaction.
He nodded again, and bent over a little, giving her better access.
She took a moment to get another dollop of the soapy sap, and then returned, with two fingers this time, and her other hand steadying his hips. For a few moments, she just circled, fingertips rubbing the surface skin, pressing a little at the opening. He heaved great sighs, letting the air out in soft, almost pathetic noises of need.
Finally, he whispered brokenly, “Please,” he begged, pushing back against her touch.
The first slip of her fingertip past the tight ring of muscle felt a little strange. It wasn’t something she’d really done before, save a bit of curious exploration of her own body. But his reaction to it pushed away any awkwardness, and she continued, being especially gentle with him in her inexperience. Soon, her finger was buried deep, hugged closely by his body. Remembering her knowledge of anatomy, she wriggled around a little, hunting… There. That must be it, she thought as she grazed over a pulsing, resilient place inside.
“Abby!” He gasped sharply, and then groaned, confirming that she’d hit the spot. Encouraged, she continued, trying different touches and movements, and eventually working a second finger in along with the first. In only a few moments, she found the motion that worked the best, and kept on with it, thrusting and pushing, settling in with the rhythm of his rapidly rolling hips and twitching body.
Sensing that he was becoming desperate, she reached around with her other hand, capturing his cock and pumping it in the same rhythm. He shuddered, struggling to keep his voice down, his knuckles gone white as he gripped the rocks in front of him.
The steady pulse of his body, and the delicious feeling of the hot hardness in her hand made her crave more herself. But they’d been trying to pace themselves, not wanting to exhaust their small supply of condoms just yet, and said supply was back in the shelter anyway. Much as she craved turning him around and letting him fuck her into the wall, she knew it wasn’t safe, so she kept on, taking some measure of satisfaction in pleasing him in this unusual way.
It didn’t take long—he rarely did anyway. Soon, his cock swelled in her hand, and his body tightened around her fingers. With a choked, barely contained cry, he came, bucking hard, adding some thick trails to the warm water near her hand.
“Oh… Ohmygod…” he huffed weakly as he came down, sagging into the water. After he’d stilled, she gently pulled away, giving him a bit of space in which to compose himself. Finally, he turned back around, a drunken, sheepish smile pasted across his face. “Um. Thanks?” He giggled shyly, not quite meeting her eyes.
“My pleasure,” she smiled warmly, quite happy with herself for getting such reactions from him. “If you ever want more of that, you just have to ask.”
He laughed, cheeks still flushed. “Ah, a'ight then. I suspect I might.” He finally made proper eye contact. “So. What about you?”
She shrugged. What she really wanted—his hard cock buried so deep she could feel it in her ribs—wasn’t a possibility, but she knew he’d do what he could to please her otherwise.
“Hmmm…” he chewed his bottom lip, thinking. Then he got a sly grin on his face, and moved toward her. “C’mere,” he said softly, taking her by the waist.
“Hey?” She raised an eyebrow in surprise as he began picking her up.
“Let’s get you,” he murmured, “right here.” He lifted her out of the water, and sat her up on the edge of the pool, where a thick growth of soft moss covered the ground. Her feet dangled over the edge, and the water lapped at her calves. “Now then…” He settled between her thighs, grinning naughtily, and descended on her.
The first touch was bliss. In their condom-avoiding experimentation, he’d already done this a few times before, but he was getting better at it with each go, and with how excited she already was, it didn’t matter that he was still sort of making it up as he went along. She watched him for a few moments, petting his wet hair, and enjoying the way he smiled up at her between kisses and licks, his mouth slick with her arousal. Soon, however, he got into the task in earnest, bringing his hands in to open her up wide and stroke where ever his mouth wasn’t busy. She couldn’t quite stay upright anymore at this, and lay back, propping a leg on his shoulder and ignoring a small stone that dug into her hip.
His eagerness, as always, definitely made up for his lack of experience, and it wasn’t long before he had her worked up. But just as she was nearing release, he shifted positions a little, moving down. She was confused for just a moment until she felt the first swipe of his tongue…there.
The shock of it made her squirm, and he stopped for a second, making a muffled noise that asked her if she was OK. Words not quite coming to her, she reached for his head, pushing it back down, encouraging him to continue.
He did, burying his face, tongue pushing and probing her tight back hole much the same as her fingers had done with his. She giggled a little at the turnabout, and at the giddy feelings fluttering through her body.
His mouth now busy with other things, he moved his hands back up, stroking and tugging gently on the swollen folds, fingertips occasionally grazing across her hard clit. She bucked sharply each time he did that, nearly dislodging him from his other task until he settled in with her rhythm. Finally, he went beyond teasing. Pushing a couple of fingers down at the top of her cleft, he began rubbing in fast, firm strokes along the hard shaft there, now and again rubbing the tip of his thumb across the sensitive bud just below.
Through the dappled sunlight streaming in from the dense treetops overhead, she saw a few passing shadows—pterosaurs, too large to penetrate the trees, but shouting raucous calls as they wheeled. It only added to the sheer surreal experience of the moment. The concept of geeky, boyish Connor Temple working her over, his tongue shoved up her arse, would have been a notion so odd to her old self as to have made her sick with laughter. Yet here she was, and here he was, doing exactly that, and every nerve in her body was quite damned happy about that fact.
The peak took her hard, her whole pelvis reverbing with the throbbing waves and the strange, almost ticklish feeling of Connor’s tongue adding another little dimension to it. Likely due to his own passion rebuilding, he let her rest for only a few seconds before starting again, bringing another shuddering, breathless wave from her body. Finally, he let her come down, and helped her back into the warm water, where they embraced closely.
She could feel his fresh erection nudging against her hip, and raised an eyebrow at him.
He wrinkled his nose and shrugged. “Eh. We can save that for later.”
“A’ight,” she sighed contentedly, leaning against his chest. She again heard the cries of the pterosaurs, and shivered a little, reminded of how perilous things really were for them here. But, she soothed herself with the thought, at least they had each other, and what few barriers remained between them were falling quickly. Though cut off from a path back to the modern world, all roads between them were open, now. In the intimacy of each other’s bodies, they had found a safe place.
--End--