Primeval Fanfic: Notches In The Wood
Title: Notches In The Wood
Author: TalliW
Pairings: Lester/Christine Johnson
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Primeval is 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.
"I'm not in the mood, Christine," Lester declared when he saw the predatory look in Christine Johnson's eyes, but he knew she wouldn't take "No!" for an answer.
What the woman wanted she took. Whether it was a new suit, an obedient lap dog like Captain Wilder to tend to her every whim or a hard, quick fuck with her old companion James Lester.
Lester wouldn't dream of calling it rape. He had enjoyed their occasional encounters, after all, but a touch of coercion had been there from the start, most certainly.
The first time had been years ago, when he was still a young man, newlywed and at the start of his career.
One day, Christine, a junior civil servant herself, had pushed him into an empty office after working hours and had gone down on him before he even could utter a word.
He had fucked her on the desk of the arrogant senior civil servant who had sneered at him the week before and Christine had clawed her nails into the desk as she'd reached her peak.
That arrogant dunce still sat in the same office at the same marked desk, doing low level work, whilst he and Christine had steadily climbed up the career ladder.
Every now and then, he and Christine brushed against each other at a meeting and when that happened, Christine usually stalked him until she'd got what she wanted.
At one point they'd even done it on the Prime Minister's desk. Lester knew Christine's claw marks were still there in the dark mahogany wood on the underside of the desk.
It gave him a touch of amusement every time he'd to suffer another reprimand in that office for the lavish expenditure on the Anomaly project.
Of course, today she wanted to do it in his office in the ARC, one of the few top executive's desks they hadn't done it yet and the only place which really mattered to him.
Christine smiled triumphantly as he surrendered with a deep sigh and opened his trousers.
She took her knickers off and pushed her skirt up eagerly before she shoved his chair out of the way.
With a broad grin she hopped onto his desk and hissed angrily as he put a file under her bottom before her naked arse could make contact with the wooden surface.
"I'd thought you would grow out of your desk fetish one day, Christine," he whispered as he pushed inside her roughly.
Christine tried desperately to get rid of the interfering object under her arse but Lester had grasped her wrists and had trapped her with his body.
She whimpered and wriggled as he fucked her steadily but to no avail. She couldn't reach the smooth wood and without feeling the wooden surface under her naked arse she wasn't be able to come.
In frustration she captured James' mouth and bit him hard into his tongue, hoping desperately the taste of blood would be enough to drive her over the brink.
James Lester came with a shout and pumped into her body as she wailed into his mouth in rage.
"Fuck you, James," she yelled as she climbed down from the desk after he'd withdrawn his limp dick from her pussy.
With a smug smile, James Lester adjusted his clothes and sat down in his chair.
"But Christine," he tutted, "such language. And why should I do myself when fucking you was quite satisfactory?"
James Lester smirked as she stormed out of his office and left the ARC with a fearful Captain Wilder in tow.
He would make sure his desk would stay the only one without her personal claw marks in the wood...