Primeval Fanfic: Anteaters
Title: Anteaters
Author: TalliW
Characters: Helen/Stephen, Nick
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: Primeval are the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to Fredbassett for beta-reading. I couldn't have done it without you.
A/N:
Written after a tryst with AL, the Random Pair Kink Generator, mixed with the talk about the resemblance of a certain part of DH's anatomy to an anteater, circumcised men and the too clean sex in fandom with Fredbassett.
character one: Helen Cutter
character two: Stephen Hart
optional location/situation: in bed
optional kink: rescue
Helen Cutter stretched in bed and looked at the man sprawled out beside her.
Sweat was glistening on her skin and she was panting.
Bloody hell, she'd just had one of the biggest orgasms of her life after she'd already come twice before. Why wasn't she satisfied at last?
Pondering her options she eyed Stephen Hart's limp cock.
To get some more action tonight she would have to be inventive.
She bowed down to Stephen's groin and sniffed in disgust. He really should have taken the time to clean up before he came over to fuck her.
Why didn't men ever seem to be bothered with such trivial things as properly wash under their foreskin?
Did they really think they and their genitals were such a God's gift that woman would lose their minds and their sense of smell just at the sight of their naked bodies?
"Stephen, have you ever thought about getting circumcised?"
Her young lover just grunted in exhaustion.
"It would be healthier generally and also more pleasant for me. I might even decide sucking you off now and then."
That definitely got Stephen's attention and he seemed to be seriously considering her recommendation.
Helen Cutter took him in her hand and squeezed.
His cock switched faintly, not entirely uninterested anymore.
She shoved his foreskin back and watched, fascinated, as the tip emerged, red and wet and slowly growing in size.
"Do you know your willies look all very alike if you're not aroused? Just like the trunk of a big old anteater." Helen declared.
Stephen huffed, apparently not happy with the turn her thoughts had taken.
Helen started to rub his cock in earnest, desperate to get more life in his organ. It was all she required right now. A nice hard cock to ride, rescuing her from going mad with need.
She was too busy with her task to hear soft steps approach the bedroom over the sound of Stephen's loud groans.
A quietly spoken "Good evening! I hope I'm not interrupting anything important," drawled in a Scots accent made her freeze and cut off Stephen's moan.
Just feeling Nick's eyes sweep over her made her hot and her body started to shudder in excitement.
At the brink of another orgasm she knew why Stephen couldn't satisfy her properly.
It was just the wrong anteater who had come to her rescue this afternoon.