Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Abby/Becker, with a little bit of Abby/Connor, and reference to A/B/C
Story: Encore
Rating: NC-17/MA
Warnings/Spoilers: Set before and after 4x03, with reference to events therein.
Author's Note: This takes place a couple of days after the events of Both Worlds.
Summary: Abby's a bit frustrated. Becker's a bit angsty. They find a way to fix that.
Encore
It had only been the once. Perhaps that was all it would be. Not that her dreams knew that.
For the third day in a row, Abby was awakened by Jess puttering noisily around in the kitchen. She seemed bent on making them feel at home—even making them breakfast—but didn’t seem to quite understand that what they really needed was more sleep—and more privacy.
Connor, deeper in the clutches of slumber, merely snuffled at the noise and rolled over, draping an arm over her chest and pulling her to him. He had his usual morning erection, which was pressed into her thigh. The memories of her dream—the three of them, entangled in a swimming pool—were still fresh, and the warm hardness against her leg sent a thrill through her. For a moment, she thought of waking him, and trying to find some way they could satisfy each other without being too obvious about it. A year’s worth of practice keeping quiet had helped them avoid a toothy nightmare of coitus interruptus, after all.
Jess, however, was far more keen than a raptor, and had far fewer manners.
“Brekkie is on!” She sang out at the slight crack in their door.
“Uh?” Connor finally finished waking. They exchanged a look. He rolled his eyes. She peered at him sympathetically.
“Wouldn’t want to miss bacon, yeah?” She finally whispered.
***
He had apologized, of course, for having a flat that was just this side of a shoebox in size, and therefore no room for them.
“Getting on with Jess, then?” Becker smiled at her in the locker room as they got together their gear for the day. Connor had already kitted up quickly and gone off to busy himself puttering with the ARC’s network, giddy at being able to get his hands on modern technology again.
“Seems like it. She’s sweet, really. A bit, um…”
He chuckled. “A bit, yeah.”
“Cute, though. And she certainly seems to fancy you.” Abby teased.
He made a derisive noise, and a tight, shy smile played at the corners of his mouth.
For just a moment, Abby thought she saw something else cross his face. Their frantic, delirious homecoming tryst aside, could it be that he had feelings for someone else? They had been away for so long, and Jess was there…
He noticed her look of concern. “She’s cute, Abby. She’s not you.” He smiled and moved closer, his voice dropping to an almost imperceptible purr. “Or Connor.” Moving quickly past her, he let his hand trail up her flank on his way.
She shivered violently. Well, today had best have some distractions, she told herself, or she’d be thinking of nothing else.
***
Her wish came true—sort of. Distractions aplenty, but with Becker along for the ride, she had to concentrate on the tasks at hand to avoid simply staring at him. Even with his frame draped in various bits of equipment—or perhaps because of it—he was still a delicious sight, and every move he made only reminded her of other, more intimate ways he moved. Their bickering on the mission also did nothing to change what she was feeling. As it always had before, the conflict between them only served to spike up the excitement.
The rakish wink he aimed at her certainly did not help.
They made small talk on the way back to the ARC—winding down from the day’s stress. She watched his face, smiling at how animated he was when Connor and Jess cracked jokes at him over the com. He was a lot more relaxed than he had been earlier, though there was still a hint of tension in the set of his jaw, and his mind seemed to be elsewhere.
She felt bad for having to lie to him—and hoped the lie wouldn’t come back to bite her—but it was for the best, she knew. It would take him a while to get used to the idea that they were back, and relatively safe, now. She knew he still worried about Danny—as they all did—but beyond that, she believed he could come around again somehow.
He had tried to hide it, brushing furiously at his face as they all lay together, recovering from their energetic homecoming a few mornings back, but she had seen him cry a little then. More than that, she had felt the way he clutched them both tightly for several minutes afterward, seeming to not want to let them go.
She understood the feeling.
***
Jess and most of the rest of the staff had gone home already, and Connor was elbows-deep in computer guts when they arrived. He looked up at them, smiling big. “Crazy day out there, yeah?”
Abby sauntered up and kissed his cheek. “Quite. We missed you, though. It felt weird not having you there.”
“Yeah. Though I suppose it’s just as well that I was here. If that scan had gone off without me around…” He made a face and shuddered.
“Looks like things are mostly back to normal, here, though.” Becker commented. “Well done on all that.” He put a hand on Connor's shoulder, petting it gently.
“Thanks. And yeah, mostly. I still need to get this machine back together and tweak some of that back door code to make it easier to get to if I ever need it again.”
“You need to do that now?” Abby frowned.
Connor winced. “Yeah, I should. It won’t take long, though. You go back to the flat without me. I’ll be there in a while.”
Becker flicked a glance at Abby. “I can take you there, if you like. Just need a few to go secure the equipment.”
She hesitated for a moment. Part of her wanted to stay here, with Connor. But she was also exhausted. “Yeah, sure.” She nodded at Becker, and he jogged off to the armory, cases in hand.
She sidled up next to Connor, watching what he was doing, even though she hadn’t the faintest idea what it was. They’d become far too used to being within shouting distance in the past year, and spending virtually the entire day apart made her feel slightly clingy. “So what was that password thing Jess was talking about earlier?”
Connor looked up, mouth agape for a second. “Nothing.” He turned back to the motherboard he was poking at.
“When you say ‘nothing,’ it usually means ‘something,’ you know.” She teased, nudging him with her shoulder.
He stopped, going quiet for a moment. “It was about you, that’s all,” he finally said, cheeks flushing.
She knew she wasn’t going to get more from him than that. “A’ight, then. Keep your secret for now. But you know I’ll have it out of you later.”
“Promise?” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively at her.
“Of course.” She teased back, getting a palmful of his arse and giving it a firm squeeze.
They giggled conspiratorily for a moment, then Connor’s expression grew serious. He looked around to be sure they were alone. “So, what was up with him out there, anyway? He was… Well, he was acting kind of weird.”
She sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder. “I think he’s just… “ She waved her hands. He seemed to understand. “Well, we all are, I guess. But I think he feels responsible for losing us and Danny. And Sarah.” She winced. The grief at the tragic news had not fully settled for her, yet.
Connor sighed heavily himself. “That makes sense. I wish he didn’t blame himself, though.”
“Me, too. Honestly, I’m afraid it’s going to affect his judgment. We could’ve lost Matt today if we’d gone by what he wanted.” She rubbed her forehead tiredly.
“I think he’ll come around eventually,” Connor put down a screwdriver and reached for her hand. “Maybe we just need to spend some more time with him—make sure he knows we’re not going anywhere, now.”
“You’re probably right.” She nodded. “Though…” she looked up, smiling naughtily as she watched Becker walking back toward them, his chiseled frame now unencumbered by equipment, “I can certainly think of some other reasons to spend time with him.”
“Um. Yeah.” Connor grinned and joined her in staring.
“Ready to go?” Becker called over to her.
“Just waiting on you, Becks.” Abby chirped. Slipping an arm around Connor’s waist, she pulled him close. “Don’t be too late, hey?”
“I won’t.” He leaned in, kissing her cheek, and then whispered in her ear, “And kiss him goodnight for me, will you?”
Her heart skipped a beat and she pulled back. The look on his face was unmistakable.
***
They pulled into the small car park in an alley behind the building. It was poorly lit, but for some golden light streaming from the flat above. Jess was home, and would surely be puttering around, making another meal and laying out choices of a movie to watch (in which she did, at least, seem to have excellent taste.)
Abby unfastened her seat belt and started to open the door, but then hesitated.
“Something wrong?” Becker asked.
“I just… I’m not ready to go in, yet.” She let go of the door handle. “If you don’t have plans, can we just sit here for a little while?”
“Of course.” He switched off the engine. “What’s on your mind?”
She shrugged. “Connor.”
He nodded in understanding.
“And you.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“And me.”
He laughed. “The same thing that’s been on my mind, in other words?”
“Apparently.” She grinned at him. “Honestly, every spare moment I’ve had when we’re not, y’know, being chased by something deadly, I’ve been thinking about it. It’s kind of driving me slightly mad, really.” She shifted, turning in the seat to face him. “And to make it worse, it’s not like our… living arrangements…” her eyes flicked up to the flat’s windows “…have made it any easier to take the edge off.”
Becker winced a little. “Sorry about that.”
She shrugged. “No bother. We’ll get our own flat at some point. It’s just sort of frustrating right now.”
“Well, you being frustrated isn’t good.” His voice dropped a little, and his eyes traveled over her body.
She shook her head and leaned a little closer toward him. “No, it’s not.”
The centre console dug into her hip, but she didn’t care. The way his tongue stabbed into her mouth, hot and forceful, drowned out any and all other feelings. In moments, they got his seat belt and both their jackets out of the way, and were groping at each other in earnest.
Suddenly, he pulled back, a look of deep concern crossing his face. “Abby… wait,” he said breathlessly. “Is this… Connor’s not going to hate me for this, is he? I mean, since he’s not here.”
She smiled at him and shook her head. “Not at all. Though he’ll probably demand I tell him every detail later.”
“Oh, really?” He laughed lightly. “Well, I guess I’d better make sure it’s a good story, hey?”
“I guess so!” She kissed him wetly.
“One problem, though.” He made a face. “I’m afraid I’m going to impale myself on this.” He patted the gearshift. “Shall we move somewhere a bit more comfortable?” He nodded his head to the second-row seating behind them.
The passenger side of the truck was next to a hedge, affording them a little more privacy. He came round and helped her change places, picking her up at the waist and laying her back on the bench seat. A bit of wriggling, and soon her jeans and knickers were on the floor, and her shirt was pushed up under her arms. He stood there at the door for a moment, stroking her thighs and looking at her appreciatively.
“Well?” She propped herself up on her elbows and looked at him expectantly. “You’re a bit overdressed, aren’t you?”
A slow smile crossed his face. “Hush,” he said throatily. Leaning over, he suddenly buried his face between her legs.
“Oh, god!” Abby gasped with the shock. She was used to being in more control than this. That’s what Connor loved, after all. Her instinct was to push Becker back—try to get in on the action more herself—but he was having none of that, his hands and body keeping her pinned in place, and his mouth working steadily at her aching crotch, wearing down her resistance. He was good at this--very good--and the fast-building peak nearly took her by surprise, her clit twitching and throbbing as he earnestly sucked and licked at it. She clutched at the back of the seat, fingernails nearly tearing holes in the leather as the fire rushed through her. It was all she could do to not cry out like an air-raid siren and alert the entire block to their activities.
He stayed with her, riding her out, and then paused, letting her catch her breath. “Still frustrated?” He asked cheekily.
She thumped him lightly on the head and laughed. “Only because you’re not letting me have at you, you ninny. You could at least let me return the favor.”
“Oh, well…” He shrugged. “I suppose that could be arranged.” His attempt at nonchalance failed a little as he shivered with the idea. He paused for a moment, looking over the tight space. Then he smiled naughtily. “Turn around,” he said calmly.
“Hm?” She frowned at him.
“The other direction.” He guided her into position, spinning her opposite the way she’d been laying.
“Oh!” She got the picture. Settling in, her head tilted back a little on the edge of the seat, she looked up at him, licking her lips a little in anticipation. He quickly unfastened his trousers and moved toward her, cock in hand.
She hadn’t yet had the chance to experience it quite like this, and from this close, it looked delicious: thick, pulsing, and with just a bit of slick wetness at the tip. She marveled, as she had before, at the novelty of the exposed head, being far more familiar with Connor’s thin cloak of sensitive skin. Reaching up to guide him, she pulled him in, swirling her tongue over the swollen flesh as she suckled.
He gasped sharply at the first touch of her mouth, and reached out a hand to steady himself against the seat. “Abby… that’s… Oh…” he murmured, pushing forward involuntarily.
She took it, moving in time with his eager twitching, getting as much of his cock down her throat as she could. He apparently was not finished with her, however. As he moved against her, he leaned over, again moving between her thighs to lap eagerly at her still-sensitive flesh. This time, he also moved a hand down, stroking and massaging her, and finally slipping three probing fingers deep inside as his mouth worked at the top of her cleft.
In far too short a time, their motions quickened, growing frantic and desperate as each careened wildly toward bliss. He went first, struggling to keep from being too rough, his guttural cries muffled by her soft skin. She swallowed readily, the taste and feeling of him pushing her to her own edge. As he fucked her hard with his hand, she thrashed underneath him, her body grasping greedily at his fingers as wave after wave crashed over her.
Finally, they slowed, detaching from each other reluctantly, leaving soft kisses behind as they parted. She sat up, and he climbed in next to her, pulling her close against his shoulder.
“Thank you,” he said soberly. “I didn’t realize how much I needed that.”
“Me, too.” She whispered. She didn’t need to say it: It was more than just physical relief that washed over them. Something had changed, and now she knew there was no going back. Yet it didn’t feel strange at all. She felt the lack of Connor, but somehow it seemed like he was there in spirit anyway. He would be there for real the next time, she supposed. And there would be a next time.
***
The flat was dark and quiet, and she was nearly asleep when he finally came in.
“Abby?” He whispered quietly.
“Hi,” She whispered back, and pulled back the sheets, welcoming him in. He stripped down quickly, and slipped in beside her.
Rolling over, she kissed him warmly. He took in a sharp breath, excited by the contact, and returned the kiss, a little more deeply.
Then he pulled back. “OK, this might sound weird, but… You taste different.”
“Do I?” She smiled at him. “Well... Becker says hi.”
If Jess heard them, Abby thought, then too damned bad.
--End--
Characters: Abby/Becker, with a little bit of Abby/Connor, and reference to A/B/C
Story: Encore
Rating: NC-17/MA
Warnings/Spoilers: Set before and after 4x03, with reference to events therein.
Author's Note: This takes place a couple of days after the events of Both Worlds.
Summary: Abby's a bit frustrated. Becker's a bit angsty. They find a way to fix that.
Encore
It had only been the once. Perhaps that was all it would be. Not that her dreams knew that.
For the third day in a row, Abby was awakened by Jess puttering noisily around in the kitchen. She seemed bent on making them feel at home—even making them breakfast—but didn’t seem to quite understand that what they really needed was more sleep—and more privacy.
Connor, deeper in the clutches of slumber, merely snuffled at the noise and rolled over, draping an arm over her chest and pulling her to him. He had his usual morning erection, which was pressed into her thigh. The memories of her dream—the three of them, entangled in a swimming pool—were still fresh, and the warm hardness against her leg sent a thrill through her. For a moment, she thought of waking him, and trying to find some way they could satisfy each other without being too obvious about it. A year’s worth of practice keeping quiet had helped them avoid a toothy nightmare of coitus interruptus, after all.
Jess, however, was far more keen than a raptor, and had far fewer manners.
“Brekkie is on!” She sang out at the slight crack in their door.
“Uh?” Connor finally finished waking. They exchanged a look. He rolled his eyes. She peered at him sympathetically.
“Wouldn’t want to miss bacon, yeah?” She finally whispered.
***
He had apologized, of course, for having a flat that was just this side of a shoebox in size, and therefore no room for them.
“Getting on with Jess, then?” Becker smiled at her in the locker room as they got together their gear for the day. Connor had already kitted up quickly and gone off to busy himself puttering with the ARC’s network, giddy at being able to get his hands on modern technology again.
“Seems like it. She’s sweet, really. A bit, um…”
He chuckled. “A bit, yeah.”
“Cute, though. And she certainly seems to fancy you.” Abby teased.
He made a derisive noise, and a tight, shy smile played at the corners of his mouth.
For just a moment, Abby thought she saw something else cross his face. Their frantic, delirious homecoming tryst aside, could it be that he had feelings for someone else? They had been away for so long, and Jess was there…
He noticed her look of concern. “She’s cute, Abby. She’s not you.” He smiled and moved closer, his voice dropping to an almost imperceptible purr. “Or Connor.” Moving quickly past her, he let his hand trail up her flank on his way.
She shivered violently. Well, today had best have some distractions, she told herself, or she’d be thinking of nothing else.
***
Her wish came true—sort of. Distractions aplenty, but with Becker along for the ride, she had to concentrate on the tasks at hand to avoid simply staring at him. Even with his frame draped in various bits of equipment—or perhaps because of it—he was still a delicious sight, and every move he made only reminded her of other, more intimate ways he moved. Their bickering on the mission also did nothing to change what she was feeling. As it always had before, the conflict between them only served to spike up the excitement.
The rakish wink he aimed at her certainly did not help.
They made small talk on the way back to the ARC—winding down from the day’s stress. She watched his face, smiling at how animated he was when Connor and Jess cracked jokes at him over the com. He was a lot more relaxed than he had been earlier, though there was still a hint of tension in the set of his jaw, and his mind seemed to be elsewhere.
She felt bad for having to lie to him—and hoped the lie wouldn’t come back to bite her—but it was for the best, she knew. It would take him a while to get used to the idea that they were back, and relatively safe, now. She knew he still worried about Danny—as they all did—but beyond that, she believed he could come around again somehow.
He had tried to hide it, brushing furiously at his face as they all lay together, recovering from their energetic homecoming a few mornings back, but she had seen him cry a little then. More than that, she had felt the way he clutched them both tightly for several minutes afterward, seeming to not want to let them go.
She understood the feeling.
***
Jess and most of the rest of the staff had gone home already, and Connor was elbows-deep in computer guts when they arrived. He looked up at them, smiling big. “Crazy day out there, yeah?”
Abby sauntered up and kissed his cheek. “Quite. We missed you, though. It felt weird not having you there.”
“Yeah. Though I suppose it’s just as well that I was here. If that scan had gone off without me around…” He made a face and shuddered.
“Looks like things are mostly back to normal, here, though.” Becker commented. “Well done on all that.” He put a hand on Connor's shoulder, petting it gently.
“Thanks. And yeah, mostly. I still need to get this machine back together and tweak some of that back door code to make it easier to get to if I ever need it again.”
“You need to do that now?” Abby frowned.
Connor winced. “Yeah, I should. It won’t take long, though. You go back to the flat without me. I’ll be there in a while.”
Becker flicked a glance at Abby. “I can take you there, if you like. Just need a few to go secure the equipment.”
She hesitated for a moment. Part of her wanted to stay here, with Connor. But she was also exhausted. “Yeah, sure.” She nodded at Becker, and he jogged off to the armory, cases in hand.
She sidled up next to Connor, watching what he was doing, even though she hadn’t the faintest idea what it was. They’d become far too used to being within shouting distance in the past year, and spending virtually the entire day apart made her feel slightly clingy. “So what was that password thing Jess was talking about earlier?”
Connor looked up, mouth agape for a second. “Nothing.” He turned back to the motherboard he was poking at.
“When you say ‘nothing,’ it usually means ‘something,’ you know.” She teased, nudging him with her shoulder.
He stopped, going quiet for a moment. “It was about you, that’s all,” he finally said, cheeks flushing.
She knew she wasn’t going to get more from him than that. “A’ight, then. Keep your secret for now. But you know I’ll have it out of you later.”
“Promise?” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively at her.
“Of course.” She teased back, getting a palmful of his arse and giving it a firm squeeze.
They giggled conspiratorily for a moment, then Connor’s expression grew serious. He looked around to be sure they were alone. “So, what was up with him out there, anyway? He was… Well, he was acting kind of weird.”
She sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder. “I think he’s just… “ She waved her hands. He seemed to understand. “Well, we all are, I guess. But I think he feels responsible for losing us and Danny. And Sarah.” She winced. The grief at the tragic news had not fully settled for her, yet.
Connor sighed heavily himself. “That makes sense. I wish he didn’t blame himself, though.”
“Me, too. Honestly, I’m afraid it’s going to affect his judgment. We could’ve lost Matt today if we’d gone by what he wanted.” She rubbed her forehead tiredly.
“I think he’ll come around eventually,” Connor put down a screwdriver and reached for her hand. “Maybe we just need to spend some more time with him—make sure he knows we’re not going anywhere, now.”
“You’re probably right.” She nodded. “Though…” she looked up, smiling naughtily as she watched Becker walking back toward them, his chiseled frame now unencumbered by equipment, “I can certainly think of some other reasons to spend time with him.”
“Um. Yeah.” Connor grinned and joined her in staring.
“Ready to go?” Becker called over to her.
“Just waiting on you, Becks.” Abby chirped. Slipping an arm around Connor’s waist, she pulled him close. “Don’t be too late, hey?”
“I won’t.” He leaned in, kissing her cheek, and then whispered in her ear, “And kiss him goodnight for me, will you?”
Her heart skipped a beat and she pulled back. The look on his face was unmistakable.
***
They pulled into the small car park in an alley behind the building. It was poorly lit, but for some golden light streaming from the flat above. Jess was home, and would surely be puttering around, making another meal and laying out choices of a movie to watch (in which she did, at least, seem to have excellent taste.)
Abby unfastened her seat belt and started to open the door, but then hesitated.
“Something wrong?” Becker asked.
“I just… I’m not ready to go in, yet.” She let go of the door handle. “If you don’t have plans, can we just sit here for a little while?”
“Of course.” He switched off the engine. “What’s on your mind?”
She shrugged. “Connor.”
He nodded in understanding.
“And you.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“And me.”
He laughed. “The same thing that’s been on my mind, in other words?”
“Apparently.” She grinned at him. “Honestly, every spare moment I’ve had when we’re not, y’know, being chased by something deadly, I’ve been thinking about it. It’s kind of driving me slightly mad, really.” She shifted, turning in the seat to face him. “And to make it worse, it’s not like our… living arrangements…” her eyes flicked up to the flat’s windows “…have made it any easier to take the edge off.”
Becker winced a little. “Sorry about that.”
She shrugged. “No bother. We’ll get our own flat at some point. It’s just sort of frustrating right now.”
“Well, you being frustrated isn’t good.” His voice dropped a little, and his eyes traveled over her body.
She shook her head and leaned a little closer toward him. “No, it’s not.”
The centre console dug into her hip, but she didn’t care. The way his tongue stabbed into her mouth, hot and forceful, drowned out any and all other feelings. In moments, they got his seat belt and both their jackets out of the way, and were groping at each other in earnest.
Suddenly, he pulled back, a look of deep concern crossing his face. “Abby… wait,” he said breathlessly. “Is this… Connor’s not going to hate me for this, is he? I mean, since he’s not here.”
She smiled at him and shook her head. “Not at all. Though he’ll probably demand I tell him every detail later.”
“Oh, really?” He laughed lightly. “Well, I guess I’d better make sure it’s a good story, hey?”
“I guess so!” She kissed him wetly.
“One problem, though.” He made a face. “I’m afraid I’m going to impale myself on this.” He patted the gearshift. “Shall we move somewhere a bit more comfortable?” He nodded his head to the second-row seating behind them.
The passenger side of the truck was next to a hedge, affording them a little more privacy. He came round and helped her change places, picking her up at the waist and laying her back on the bench seat. A bit of wriggling, and soon her jeans and knickers were on the floor, and her shirt was pushed up under her arms. He stood there at the door for a moment, stroking her thighs and looking at her appreciatively.
“Well?” She propped herself up on her elbows and looked at him expectantly. “You’re a bit overdressed, aren’t you?”
A slow smile crossed his face. “Hush,” he said throatily. Leaning over, he suddenly buried his face between her legs.
“Oh, god!” Abby gasped with the shock. She was used to being in more control than this. That’s what Connor loved, after all. Her instinct was to push Becker back—try to get in on the action more herself—but he was having none of that, his hands and body keeping her pinned in place, and his mouth working steadily at her aching crotch, wearing down her resistance. He was good at this--very good--and the fast-building peak nearly took her by surprise, her clit twitching and throbbing as he earnestly sucked and licked at it. She clutched at the back of the seat, fingernails nearly tearing holes in the leather as the fire rushed through her. It was all she could do to not cry out like an air-raid siren and alert the entire block to their activities.
He stayed with her, riding her out, and then paused, letting her catch her breath. “Still frustrated?” He asked cheekily.
She thumped him lightly on the head and laughed. “Only because you’re not letting me have at you, you ninny. You could at least let me return the favor.”
“Oh, well…” He shrugged. “I suppose that could be arranged.” His attempt at nonchalance failed a little as he shivered with the idea. He paused for a moment, looking over the tight space. Then he smiled naughtily. “Turn around,” he said calmly.
“Hm?” She frowned at him.
“The other direction.” He guided her into position, spinning her opposite the way she’d been laying.
“Oh!” She got the picture. Settling in, her head tilted back a little on the edge of the seat, she looked up at him, licking her lips a little in anticipation. He quickly unfastened his trousers and moved toward her, cock in hand.
She hadn’t yet had the chance to experience it quite like this, and from this close, it looked delicious: thick, pulsing, and with just a bit of slick wetness at the tip. She marveled, as she had before, at the novelty of the exposed head, being far more familiar with Connor’s thin cloak of sensitive skin. Reaching up to guide him, she pulled him in, swirling her tongue over the swollen flesh as she suckled.
He gasped sharply at the first touch of her mouth, and reached out a hand to steady himself against the seat. “Abby… that’s… Oh…” he murmured, pushing forward involuntarily.
She took it, moving in time with his eager twitching, getting as much of his cock down her throat as she could. He apparently was not finished with her, however. As he moved against her, he leaned over, again moving between her thighs to lap eagerly at her still-sensitive flesh. This time, he also moved a hand down, stroking and massaging her, and finally slipping three probing fingers deep inside as his mouth worked at the top of her cleft.
In far too short a time, their motions quickened, growing frantic and desperate as each careened wildly toward bliss. He went first, struggling to keep from being too rough, his guttural cries muffled by her soft skin. She swallowed readily, the taste and feeling of him pushing her to her own edge. As he fucked her hard with his hand, she thrashed underneath him, her body grasping greedily at his fingers as wave after wave crashed over her.
Finally, they slowed, detaching from each other reluctantly, leaving soft kisses behind as they parted. She sat up, and he climbed in next to her, pulling her close against his shoulder.
“Thank you,” he said soberly. “I didn’t realize how much I needed that.”
“Me, too.” She whispered. She didn’t need to say it: It was more than just physical relief that washed over them. Something had changed, and now she knew there was no going back. Yet it didn’t feel strange at all. She felt the lack of Connor, but somehow it seemed like he was there in spirit anyway. He would be there for real the next time, she supposed. And there would be a next time.
***
The flat was dark and quiet, and she was nearly asleep when he finally came in.
“Abby?” He whispered quietly.
“Hi,” She whispered back, and pulled back the sheets, welcoming him in. He stripped down quickly, and slipped in beside her.
Rolling over, she kissed him warmly. He took in a sharp breath, excited by the contact, and returned the kiss, a little more deeply.
Then he pulled back. “OK, this might sound weird, but… You taste different.”
“Do I?” She smiled at him. “Well... Becker says hi.”
If Jess heard them, Abby thought, then too damned bad.
--End--