Fic: Whiteout (part 3)
Title: Whiteout
Author: casy_dee
Rating: M
Characters/Pairing: Connor/Abby
Spoiler: minor s4
Warning: violence/mention of abuse/Smut!
Genre: action/adventure/romance
Chapter: 3/3
Summary: Happy birthday tay_21! I won't tell you her prompts until the end, because I don't want to spoil it. This is set sometime after S4 I imagine. Connor is taking Abby home to meet his mum, but a blizzard, an unexpected stop and unforeseen danger await them instead. Can Connor and Abby survive it?
Chapter 1 is Here
Chapter 2 is Here
A/N: Sorry for the wait folks, but it had to be right… I do hope it proves to be worth it. Please enjoy.
Chapter 3
Connor felt the shift between them, but he was not sure what to make of it. Abby had softened towards him in a way that she never had before. Oh, she'd had moments of gentleness and kindness with him in the past, especially when they were alone, but there was always a part of her that she'd held in reserve. A little piece of herself that she'd never shared with him or anyone else, even though she gave more to him than she had to any other. She allowed herself to be more human with him. Always had done, even whilst she was just his best mate. He, and he alone, was allowed to glimpse what lay beneath the chinks in her armor, and he knew for a fact that the face she showed on the outside rarely matched what was within. They were a lot alike in that regard.
He'd been a bit hurt that she'd continued to close a part of herself to him after they became a proper couple, though he'd tried not to be. He knew that sometimes she went off by herself to cry, and he wished more than anything that she would take comfort in him and not feel that she had to be so damn strong all the time. He tried to understand it, and at least in part, he sort of did. Look how much he'd hidden about his past when he should have known he needn't do that with her. How was he to marry her if he'd not even felt like he could introduce her to his mum? He would do his part, and maybe eventually, she’d do hers. He'd bitten the bullet, called his mother and told her he was coming home with his girl.
Since they’d returned from the Cretaceous, he’d been a little unsure that she was as committed to him as he was to her. He’d dreamed of marrying her for years, but she’d not once given him any indication that she wanted the same. He’d just assumed. She’d had opened up him more whilst they’d been trapped together, but she was careful to avoid mentioning a future with him. At the time, he’d chalked it up to the fact that she’d refused to talk about any future that involved getting back home. Since coming back home, he’d begun to think that he’d had it wrong. Perhaps it was because she didn’t fancy him being in her future. She’d told him she loved him; he tried to remember it. He tried.
He'd been terrified to ask Abby to marry him, especially after the reaction he'd gotten with his little slip-up before, but he found that for some reason he was strangely calm about it now. More than that, he believed she just might say yes.
He'd not known what to expect when he'd decided to take Abby to meet his mum, but as harrowing as the experience had been what with the kidnapping and anomaly and Utahraptors… and then his half-mad mum herself, he was grateful for the end result. He desperately needed Abby's support, and for the very first time, he felt like he had all of Abby.
Being home was hard. Being around his mother was hard; he thought about how much more difficult this experience would have been without Abby there beside him. How much more difficult everything was without Abby beside him. He loved his mother, but too much had happened between them for him to ever be able to look at her without feeling pain. Three days in his old home had seemed like forever, but they were headed home thanks to Becker‘s quick work and Abby‘s insistence that they were needed at the ARC. Abby had given him an excuse; she knew he couldn’t bear to hurt his mum, but he also couldn’t stay much longer without cracking.
Becker had checked in with them; he’d traced their almost-kidnappers back to a nasty character with far too much money and very little in the way of ethics. How he’d managed to find out about Connor and his tie to the anomalies was still a mystery, but he had prior connections to Philip Burton. The man’s name had become anathema to the whole team; if something was ugly, illegal, or immoral, it was probably related to Philip. It appeared as if they had missed a security leak in the post-Burton clean-up operation but Becker said the immediate threat was removed and they were clear to come home. Finding the source of the leak would take some time, but Becker was confident that his team would get it sorted.
Connor opened his eyes and smiled at Abby, “We there yet?”
She snorted and rolled her eyes, “Close. About a half-hour.”
Connor groaned and scratched ideally at the scabs that circled his wrists. “I miss me bed,” he complained.
“Stop scratching,” Abby ordered, shooting him a warning glance. “Besides, I seem to recall that you had a bed. Your bed.”
Connor winced, “Sorry, me mum is a bit old fashioned and I-”
Abby met his gaze for a brief moment, “You can't tell her no.”
His cheek twitched, “Sorry,” he apologized again, embarrassed. “I-”
“It's okay, Connor. I understand,” Abby interrupted, and then twined her fingers with his.
And she did understand, even if she didn’t exactly approve.
Connor and his mother had a strange relationship. He loved her… that much was obvious, as was the strain between them. There was so much pain and sorrow between the two of them that it nearly broke Abby’s heart. She understood why he’d not come home to see her in all the time she’d known him. Grace, Connor’s mum, was as sweet a woman as she’d ever known, but it seemed she was perpetually trying to make up for what had happened to Connor. For his part, Connor agreed to anything his mother asked. When Abby inquired where they should store their luggage, they were directed to separate rooms. As a result, they’d slept apart for the first time since they’d been a proper couple. Connor’s mum had expected them to sleep apart, and Connor would not argue. Out of respect, Abby let it go without protest.
Connor needed to rest, but being around his mother seemed to launch him into hyper drive. After three days time she was nearly ready to lose her mind, Connor was close to snapping, and poor Grace was in a perpetual state of frazzled nerves. Abby had insisted that they were desperately needed back at the ARC primarily to have an excuse for them to leave early. Connor would never do it of his own accord. He’d very quickly fallen into old patterns of behavior once back at home, and neither he nor Abby liked it much.
Abby was taking him home where she could take care of him properly, and that was that. Grace, bless her, must have seen the strain the visit was putting on her son. She hadn’t tried to convince them to stay, only to visit more often than once every three years. Some day, Abby promised herself, she and Connor would try and fix what was broken between him and his mother… but not this time.
Connor stared down at their interlaced hands and nodded, “Thanks.”
Abby stole a glance at him, saw the red staining his cheeks and tried to think of how she could fix it. She didn’t fancy having this hanging over their heads; she really did understand why he couldn’t deny his mum. “I have my own share of issues, Connor,” she decided on finally.
He glanced at her quickly, his dark eyes grave. He must have seen what he needed there because he smiled slightly and nodded, “Yeah.”
She took a deep breath and ignored the warmth she felt stealing over her own face. She was no good at these sort of things, “I missed sleeping with you.”
His little smile turned into a full-fledged grin, complete with dimple flashing in his left cheek, “Have ya?”
He looked so pleased and filled with manly pride that she found the remainder of her embarrassment slipping away. She so rarely gave him moments like this… and he was just so cute.
Abby raised an eyebrow and gave him an amused smirk, “Yes… and not just the sleeping part.”
Connor’s already bright smile broadened even more. Still, she couldn’t help but tease him a little bit, “You’ve not missed it?” she asked innocently.
"Oh god, yes!" he continued, "If I don't get some relief soon, me bollocks are gonna explode."
Abby laughed outright, “We’re almost home.”
Connor leaned back in the corner of the seat and took in the image of a blindingly happy Abby and sighed contentedly. He scratched at his wrists again and thought about laying Abby down on their bed and making love to her. He was still stiff and sore, but then again, so was his cock. She was wearing snug khaki trousers and one of her little singlets that he loved so much, and it left little to the imagination. He’d have a hell of a time keeping his mind out of her knickers now that she’d mentioned what she had in mind for him once they were home.
She glanced over at Connor as he shifted uncomfortably in the seat and eyed the impressive bulge in his jeans. What she’d really fancy would be to take Connor and have her way with him the minute they got home. She raked him with a heated gaze, “Something the matter?”
He gave a short embarrassed laugh, “What? No… just,” he coughed, and once again a blush rose on his cheeks, “the whole exploding thing.”
She nodded, her lips twitched with barely suppressed mirth, “Feel free to see to that.”
He gave her a horrified look before he realized she’d been teasing him. She had just been teasing him, right?
Connor could swear the journey home took triple the time that it should, and by the time they parked outside their flat, he was ready to skip the bed altogether and lay Abby down on the floor. She popped the lever for the boot to get out their luggage, but Connor shut it again as he exited the car and came around the side.
“Why did you-”
“Leave it,” Connor answered and he tugged her after him to the front door and waited impatiently for her to unlock it.
As soon as they were inside, he molded himself to her, trapped her between the door and his hard body and kissed her deeply. She buried a hand in his hair, the other cradling his jaw as she responded hungrily. She may not be good with expressing herself with words, but she could show him. She really had missed sleeping next to him, and she hadn’t slept well at all the last few days without his warm body pressed close to hers. She’d been terrified by the experience in the service station, and all she’d really wanted to do that first night was to hold Connor close as she fell asleep. She’d been denied that simple pleasure for three long nights, and she’d be denied him no longer.
She wanted to touch him, taste him, breathe him in… she wanted to feel him deep inside of her. She tugged at his clothing; he took the hint and shed his t-shirt and began to fumble with his shoes. She pulled back long enough to remove her shirt, bra, shoes and trousers, and then cast a critical eye at the bruises mottling his torso. As much as she’d like to have him right were they stood, he needed the softness of a bed. Connor was still healing. She flattened her hands against his bare chest, traced down over his taut stomach, gripped the waistband of his jeans and pulled his hips flush against hers. “Trousers off. Bed,” she ordered, her voice betraying her state of arousal.
He stared at her for a moment, his mouth open and slack, dark eyes glassy with lust. He nodded finally, as if he was just then hearing the words, and then removed the rest of his clothing with trembling hands. Abby took a moment to appreciate the lines of his body, admiring his lean wiry muscle. She frowned momentarily, disturbed by exactly how much of his body was covered by bruising and abrasions. She traced her fingertips over a particularly vivid bruise on his lower ribcage.
“M’fine,” he gave a half smile, “Or will be,” he amended, his eyes wandering down to rest on her pert breasts.
She smirked, Connor pulled her into his arms again and kissed her softly. One hand trailed down her spine to rest on her arse; he hooked his thumb through the side of her knickers and pulled them down to pool around her feet. Now she was as naked as he. The kiss deepened and intensified, heat burning between them. They made their way towards the bedroom, touching and grasping, trading hot wet kisses as they stumbled into and around furniture. They fell into the bed together in an ungraceful heap, limbs tangled together.
Abby’s giggle at their clumsiness turned to a gasp of pleasure as Connor crawled over top of her; his hot wet mouth and talented tongue teasing her to a fevered pitch. He had always been an attentive lover, and today was no exception. He flicked his fingers over the peaks of her tight nipples, the calluses on his fingertips scratching slightly. He fed upon her throat, across her clavicle and then down to take an aching nipple into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the hard peak, nipped gently and then sucked hard. Abby arched against him as he gave an appreciative guttural moan. She loved him, god how she loved him. Tight muscle moved under her hands, his soft lips on her skin, his dark soulful eyes, so full of love for her as he lavished attention on her body. Even when they made love, he gave her so much. She never felt as if she could match it.
She’d thought she was going to lose him, and she knew if she ever did, it would destroy her. She dug her fingers into his flesh, twined them into his dark hair. He kissed his way down her side to her hipbone, and then settled himself between her parted thighs. He looked up the line of her body; she met his smoldering gaze with her own, let him see how badly she wanted him. His pupils were blown wide with arousal, he licked his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of her thigh. His breathing matched hers, erratic and panting, she could tell he was trying to restrain himself. She didn’t want restraint. She wanted him hard and fast and now. She wanted him alive and inside of her.
She opened her mouth to tell him, but his head descended again and his mouth closed over her clit. The low moan that escaped her was far from what she’d intended to say, but with his tongue and lips playing her masterfully, she found herself helpless to do anything but revel in the sensation. Connor would usually bring her off once, and then start again, but she wasn’t having it this time. She wanted his thick cock, and as delightful as his mouth was on her, and oh god, he just added his fingers to the equation… Just a few minutes, then.
“Connor, stop.”
He did, confusion furrowing his brow. “Did I do-” he rasped, his voice rough with lust.
She almost let him finish his question just to hear him speak. “I need you,” she said simply, her voice breathless.
He bit his lip as a shudder ran through him, “Yeah?”
“Now, Connor. I need you inside of me.” Patience had never been her strong suit.
“Fuck,” he cursed softly. Something about her saying such things to him just did it for him. He might be brought off from her words alone if she kept saying things like that to him.
He rose to a kneel, sat back on his heels and pulled her hips towards him, her legs splayed to either side of his narrow hips. He guided his cock inside of her slowly, knowing he needed to give her a moment to adjust to his girth. He rolled his hips slowly, moaning low in his throat as Abby’s velvet warmth surrounded him. He set his jaw, concentrating on setting the slow but steady pace that Abby preferred.
“Hard… fast,” she panted.
He gripped her hips hard and flipped his sweat damp hair from his eyes, “Won’t last long,” he warned.
“Please…”
With that, he was lost. He lowered himself over top of her, wrapped his arms around her shoulders in a tight embrace and surged into her. He buried his face in her neck as he slammed home again and again. Abby wrapped her legs around his waist and met him stroke for stroke. Her soft moans grew louder and he knew she was close. She moaned his name, murmured that she loved him and he was gone. He cried out as his blood burned and nerve endings sang.
Abby heard his hoarse cry, felt his thrusts turn even more forceful and erratic, the warmth as he shot into her and it was what she needed to take her over the edge. She cried out a second behind him, rode the tide of the orgasm alongside him, spiraling and bright and perfect, then they were spent. Connor went boneless and limp over top of her, then shifted to the side so all his weight wouldn’t be on her. He pressed a kiss to her neck and nuzzled it slightly. They lay there, sweaty and utterly sated until they caught their breath again.
Connor shifted to lay on his side and looked down at her, a pleased smile playing on his lips. “Stuff sleeping apart… guess you’ll just have to marry me so it’s proper next time we visit.”
Abby’s eyes widened and then narrowed dangerously, “Connor Temple…if that is your proposal-”
Connor smiled mischievously and then cut her off with a kiss. Despite her better judgment, she returned it. Connor could kiss remarkably well, and her higher brain ceased functioning whenever he kissed her. Truly, it wasn’t her fault. The man’s lips were magical.
“I’m gonna do it right, when I do… with a ring and everything. I was just sayin’”
Abby rolled her eyes, but smiled despite herself. The idea of marrying Connor… well… not such a bad one. Provided he learned how to do a proper proposal first.
END
A/N: Holy difficult story, Batman. This was like giving birth! Gah! Please support my blood, sweat and tears by leaving a comment. Poor little muses are likely to starve, shrivel up, and cease writing if ya don’t.
Oh! Prompts were a whumped Connor, Abby taking care of him, and a smutty ending. Delivered? Hope so. : )
Author: casy_dee
Rating: M
Characters/Pairing: Connor/Abby
Spoiler: minor s4
Warning: violence/mention of abuse/Smut!
Genre: action/adventure/romance
Chapter: 3/3
Summary: Happy birthday tay_21! I won't tell you her prompts until the end, because I don't want to spoil it. This is set sometime after S4 I imagine. Connor is taking Abby home to meet his mum, but a blizzard, an unexpected stop and unforeseen danger await them instead. Can Connor and Abby survive it?
Chapter 1 is Here
Chapter 2 is Here
A/N: Sorry for the wait folks, but it had to be right… I do hope it proves to be worth it. Please enjoy.
Chapter 3
Connor felt the shift between them, but he was not sure what to make of it. Abby had softened towards him in a way that she never had before. Oh, she'd had moments of gentleness and kindness with him in the past, especially when they were alone, but there was always a part of her that she'd held in reserve. A little piece of herself that she'd never shared with him or anyone else, even though she gave more to him than she had to any other. She allowed herself to be more human with him. Always had done, even whilst she was just his best mate. He, and he alone, was allowed to glimpse what lay beneath the chinks in her armor, and he knew for a fact that the face she showed on the outside rarely matched what was within. They were a lot alike in that regard.
He'd been a bit hurt that she'd continued to close a part of herself to him after they became a proper couple, though he'd tried not to be. He knew that sometimes she went off by herself to cry, and he wished more than anything that she would take comfort in him and not feel that she had to be so damn strong all the time. He tried to understand it, and at least in part, he sort of did. Look how much he'd hidden about his past when he should have known he needn't do that with her. How was he to marry her if he'd not even felt like he could introduce her to his mum? He would do his part, and maybe eventually, she’d do hers. He'd bitten the bullet, called his mother and told her he was coming home with his girl.
Since they’d returned from the Cretaceous, he’d been a little unsure that she was as committed to him as he was to her. He’d dreamed of marrying her for years, but she’d not once given him any indication that she wanted the same. He’d just assumed. She’d had opened up him more whilst they’d been trapped together, but she was careful to avoid mentioning a future with him. At the time, he’d chalked it up to the fact that she’d refused to talk about any future that involved getting back home. Since coming back home, he’d begun to think that he’d had it wrong. Perhaps it was because she didn’t fancy him being in her future. She’d told him she loved him; he tried to remember it. He tried.
He'd been terrified to ask Abby to marry him, especially after the reaction he'd gotten with his little slip-up before, but he found that for some reason he was strangely calm about it now. More than that, he believed she just might say yes.
He'd not known what to expect when he'd decided to take Abby to meet his mum, but as harrowing as the experience had been what with the kidnapping and anomaly and Utahraptors… and then his half-mad mum herself, he was grateful for the end result. He desperately needed Abby's support, and for the very first time, he felt like he had all of Abby.
Being home was hard. Being around his mother was hard; he thought about how much more difficult this experience would have been without Abby there beside him. How much more difficult everything was without Abby beside him. He loved his mother, but too much had happened between them for him to ever be able to look at her without feeling pain. Three days in his old home had seemed like forever, but they were headed home thanks to Becker‘s quick work and Abby‘s insistence that they were needed at the ARC. Abby had given him an excuse; she knew he couldn’t bear to hurt his mum, but he also couldn’t stay much longer without cracking.
Becker had checked in with them; he’d traced their almost-kidnappers back to a nasty character with far too much money and very little in the way of ethics. How he’d managed to find out about Connor and his tie to the anomalies was still a mystery, but he had prior connections to Philip Burton. The man’s name had become anathema to the whole team; if something was ugly, illegal, or immoral, it was probably related to Philip. It appeared as if they had missed a security leak in the post-Burton clean-up operation but Becker said the immediate threat was removed and they were clear to come home. Finding the source of the leak would take some time, but Becker was confident that his team would get it sorted.
Connor opened his eyes and smiled at Abby, “We there yet?”
She snorted and rolled her eyes, “Close. About a half-hour.”
Connor groaned and scratched ideally at the scabs that circled his wrists. “I miss me bed,” he complained.
“Stop scratching,” Abby ordered, shooting him a warning glance. “Besides, I seem to recall that you had a bed. Your bed.”
Connor winced, “Sorry, me mum is a bit old fashioned and I-”
Abby met his gaze for a brief moment, “You can't tell her no.”
His cheek twitched, “Sorry,” he apologized again, embarrassed. “I-”
“It's okay, Connor. I understand,” Abby interrupted, and then twined her fingers with his.
And she did understand, even if she didn’t exactly approve.
Connor and his mother had a strange relationship. He loved her… that much was obvious, as was the strain between them. There was so much pain and sorrow between the two of them that it nearly broke Abby’s heart. She understood why he’d not come home to see her in all the time she’d known him. Grace, Connor’s mum, was as sweet a woman as she’d ever known, but it seemed she was perpetually trying to make up for what had happened to Connor. For his part, Connor agreed to anything his mother asked. When Abby inquired where they should store their luggage, they were directed to separate rooms. As a result, they’d slept apart for the first time since they’d been a proper couple. Connor’s mum had expected them to sleep apart, and Connor would not argue. Out of respect, Abby let it go without protest.
Connor needed to rest, but being around his mother seemed to launch him into hyper drive. After three days time she was nearly ready to lose her mind, Connor was close to snapping, and poor Grace was in a perpetual state of frazzled nerves. Abby had insisted that they were desperately needed back at the ARC primarily to have an excuse for them to leave early. Connor would never do it of his own accord. He’d very quickly fallen into old patterns of behavior once back at home, and neither he nor Abby liked it much.
Abby was taking him home where she could take care of him properly, and that was that. Grace, bless her, must have seen the strain the visit was putting on her son. She hadn’t tried to convince them to stay, only to visit more often than once every three years. Some day, Abby promised herself, she and Connor would try and fix what was broken between him and his mother… but not this time.
Connor stared down at their interlaced hands and nodded, “Thanks.”
Abby stole a glance at him, saw the red staining his cheeks and tried to think of how she could fix it. She didn’t fancy having this hanging over their heads; she really did understand why he couldn’t deny his mum. “I have my own share of issues, Connor,” she decided on finally.
He glanced at her quickly, his dark eyes grave. He must have seen what he needed there because he smiled slightly and nodded, “Yeah.”
She took a deep breath and ignored the warmth she felt stealing over her own face. She was no good at these sort of things, “I missed sleeping with you.”
His little smile turned into a full-fledged grin, complete with dimple flashing in his left cheek, “Have ya?”
He looked so pleased and filled with manly pride that she found the remainder of her embarrassment slipping away. She so rarely gave him moments like this… and he was just so cute.
Abby raised an eyebrow and gave him an amused smirk, “Yes… and not just the sleeping part.”
Connor’s already bright smile broadened even more. Still, she couldn’t help but tease him a little bit, “You’ve not missed it?” she asked innocently.
"Oh god, yes!" he continued, "If I don't get some relief soon, me bollocks are gonna explode."
Abby laughed outright, “We’re almost home.”
Connor leaned back in the corner of the seat and took in the image of a blindingly happy Abby and sighed contentedly. He scratched at his wrists again and thought about laying Abby down on their bed and making love to her. He was still stiff and sore, but then again, so was his cock. She was wearing snug khaki trousers and one of her little singlets that he loved so much, and it left little to the imagination. He’d have a hell of a time keeping his mind out of her knickers now that she’d mentioned what she had in mind for him once they were home.
She glanced over at Connor as he shifted uncomfortably in the seat and eyed the impressive bulge in his jeans. What she’d really fancy would be to take Connor and have her way with him the minute they got home. She raked him with a heated gaze, “Something the matter?”
He gave a short embarrassed laugh, “What? No… just,” he coughed, and once again a blush rose on his cheeks, “the whole exploding thing.”
She nodded, her lips twitched with barely suppressed mirth, “Feel free to see to that.”
He gave her a horrified look before he realized she’d been teasing him. She had just been teasing him, right?
Connor could swear the journey home took triple the time that it should, and by the time they parked outside their flat, he was ready to skip the bed altogether and lay Abby down on the floor. She popped the lever for the boot to get out their luggage, but Connor shut it again as he exited the car and came around the side.
“Why did you-”
“Leave it,” Connor answered and he tugged her after him to the front door and waited impatiently for her to unlock it.
As soon as they were inside, he molded himself to her, trapped her between the door and his hard body and kissed her deeply. She buried a hand in his hair, the other cradling his jaw as she responded hungrily. She may not be good with expressing herself with words, but she could show him. She really had missed sleeping next to him, and she hadn’t slept well at all the last few days without his warm body pressed close to hers. She’d been terrified by the experience in the service station, and all she’d really wanted to do that first night was to hold Connor close as she fell asleep. She’d been denied that simple pleasure for three long nights, and she’d be denied him no longer.
She wanted to touch him, taste him, breathe him in… she wanted to feel him deep inside of her. She tugged at his clothing; he took the hint and shed his t-shirt and began to fumble with his shoes. She pulled back long enough to remove her shirt, bra, shoes and trousers, and then cast a critical eye at the bruises mottling his torso. As much as she’d like to have him right were they stood, he needed the softness of a bed. Connor was still healing. She flattened her hands against his bare chest, traced down over his taut stomach, gripped the waistband of his jeans and pulled his hips flush against hers. “Trousers off. Bed,” she ordered, her voice betraying her state of arousal.
He stared at her for a moment, his mouth open and slack, dark eyes glassy with lust. He nodded finally, as if he was just then hearing the words, and then removed the rest of his clothing with trembling hands. Abby took a moment to appreciate the lines of his body, admiring his lean wiry muscle. She frowned momentarily, disturbed by exactly how much of his body was covered by bruising and abrasions. She traced her fingertips over a particularly vivid bruise on his lower ribcage.
“M’fine,” he gave a half smile, “Or will be,” he amended, his eyes wandering down to rest on her pert breasts.
She smirked, Connor pulled her into his arms again and kissed her softly. One hand trailed down her spine to rest on her arse; he hooked his thumb through the side of her knickers and pulled them down to pool around her feet. Now she was as naked as he. The kiss deepened and intensified, heat burning between them. They made their way towards the bedroom, touching and grasping, trading hot wet kisses as they stumbled into and around furniture. They fell into the bed together in an ungraceful heap, limbs tangled together.
Abby’s giggle at their clumsiness turned to a gasp of pleasure as Connor crawled over top of her; his hot wet mouth and talented tongue teasing her to a fevered pitch. He had always been an attentive lover, and today was no exception. He flicked his fingers over the peaks of her tight nipples, the calluses on his fingertips scratching slightly. He fed upon her throat, across her clavicle and then down to take an aching nipple into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the hard peak, nipped gently and then sucked hard. Abby arched against him as he gave an appreciative guttural moan. She loved him, god how she loved him. Tight muscle moved under her hands, his soft lips on her skin, his dark soulful eyes, so full of love for her as he lavished attention on her body. Even when they made love, he gave her so much. She never felt as if she could match it.
She’d thought she was going to lose him, and she knew if she ever did, it would destroy her. She dug her fingers into his flesh, twined them into his dark hair. He kissed his way down her side to her hipbone, and then settled himself between her parted thighs. He looked up the line of her body; she met his smoldering gaze with her own, let him see how badly she wanted him. His pupils were blown wide with arousal, he licked his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of her thigh. His breathing matched hers, erratic and panting, she could tell he was trying to restrain himself. She didn’t want restraint. She wanted him hard and fast and now. She wanted him alive and inside of her.
She opened her mouth to tell him, but his head descended again and his mouth closed over her clit. The low moan that escaped her was far from what she’d intended to say, but with his tongue and lips playing her masterfully, she found herself helpless to do anything but revel in the sensation. Connor would usually bring her off once, and then start again, but she wasn’t having it this time. She wanted his thick cock, and as delightful as his mouth was on her, and oh god, he just added his fingers to the equation… Just a few minutes, then.
“Connor, stop.”
He did, confusion furrowing his brow. “Did I do-” he rasped, his voice rough with lust.
She almost let him finish his question just to hear him speak. “I need you,” she said simply, her voice breathless.
He bit his lip as a shudder ran through him, “Yeah?”
“Now, Connor. I need you inside of me.” Patience had never been her strong suit.
“Fuck,” he cursed softly. Something about her saying such things to him just did it for him. He might be brought off from her words alone if she kept saying things like that to him.
He rose to a kneel, sat back on his heels and pulled her hips towards him, her legs splayed to either side of his narrow hips. He guided his cock inside of her slowly, knowing he needed to give her a moment to adjust to his girth. He rolled his hips slowly, moaning low in his throat as Abby’s velvet warmth surrounded him. He set his jaw, concentrating on setting the slow but steady pace that Abby preferred.
“Hard… fast,” she panted.
He gripped her hips hard and flipped his sweat damp hair from his eyes, “Won’t last long,” he warned.
“Please…”
With that, he was lost. He lowered himself over top of her, wrapped his arms around her shoulders in a tight embrace and surged into her. He buried his face in her neck as he slammed home again and again. Abby wrapped her legs around his waist and met him stroke for stroke. Her soft moans grew louder and he knew she was close. She moaned his name, murmured that she loved him and he was gone. He cried out as his blood burned and nerve endings sang.
Abby heard his hoarse cry, felt his thrusts turn even more forceful and erratic, the warmth as he shot into her and it was what she needed to take her over the edge. She cried out a second behind him, rode the tide of the orgasm alongside him, spiraling and bright and perfect, then they were spent. Connor went boneless and limp over top of her, then shifted to the side so all his weight wouldn’t be on her. He pressed a kiss to her neck and nuzzled it slightly. They lay there, sweaty and utterly sated until they caught their breath again.
Connor shifted to lay on his side and looked down at her, a pleased smile playing on his lips. “Stuff sleeping apart… guess you’ll just have to marry me so it’s proper next time we visit.”
Abby’s eyes widened and then narrowed dangerously, “Connor Temple…if that is your proposal-”
Connor smiled mischievously and then cut her off with a kiss. Despite her better judgment, she returned it. Connor could kiss remarkably well, and her higher brain ceased functioning whenever he kissed her. Truly, it wasn’t her fault. The man’s lips were magical.
“I’m gonna do it right, when I do… with a ring and everything. I was just sayin’”
Abby rolled her eyes, but smiled despite herself. The idea of marrying Connor… well… not such a bad one. Provided he learned how to do a proper proposal first.
END
A/N: Holy difficult story, Batman. This was like giving birth! Gah! Please support my blood, sweat and tears by leaving a comment. Poor little muses are likely to starve, shrivel up, and cease writing if ya don’t.
Oh! Prompts were a whumped Connor, Abby taking care of him, and a smutty ending. Delivered? Hope so. : )