fic: repeat performance
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glittering_starsTitle: Repeat Performance
Author:vicious_twilighter
Pairing: Connor/Abby
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Primeval.
Spoilers: Just for 03X08
Summary: Abby and Connor talk, after 03X08. Bit more edited than the one of ffn.net.
Abby made her way up the stairs leading to her flat, Connor trailing behind her. He had been silent ever since they got back, speaking only to tell Jack goodbye. Abby didn't need to ask why he was so quiet. It was quite obvious that he was feeling very uncomfortable about the kiss and wanted to talk about it.
Or, at least, try to. Connor usually rambled on until he had forgotten what the originally intended topic of discussion was and, even if he did remember, he was normally too flustered at that point to continue. Tired of his silence, Abby decided to take matters into her own hands.
"Connor?" Connor looked up at her, but immediately looked away, once they had made eye contact. "Yes, Abby?" His cheeks tinged a soft pink as he spoke. "Did you want to talk about something?" She asked him. "Well, umm...I kind of wanted to,uh, talk to you about the, um..."
"The kiss?" A slight smile graced her lips. Connor was just so adorably cute, especially when he blushed. "Um, yeah, that..." His face had gone from a soft cherry blossom pink to red as a tomato. "Well...What about it?" Abby's smile got bigger when he refused to look her in the eyes.
"Actually, I had quite a few things to say, but most of them were lost in the awkward silence. Did you notice that almost all silent moments between us are awkward/ I wonder what that's..." He didn't get to finish that sentence because Abby leaned in and captured his lips in a gentle, yet passionate, kiss.
She wrapped her arms around his neck as he began to respond to the kiss, his arms snaking around her waist and pulling her closer to him. Her tongue traced the seam of his lips, begging for entrance, which he eagerly granted.
Unfortunately, the need to breathe got the better of them and they, reluctantly, pulled away from each other. Abby looked into his eyes, a smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. "Does that answer any of your questions?" She asked, playfully.
"It certainly answers the one about a repeat performance."
The End.
Author:
vicious_twilighterPairing: Connor/Abby
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Primeval.
Spoilers: Just for 03X08
Summary: Abby and Connor talk, after 03X08. Bit more edited than the one of ffn.net.
Abby made her way up the stairs leading to her flat, Connor trailing behind her. He had been silent ever since they got back, speaking only to tell Jack goodbye. Abby didn't need to ask why he was so quiet. It was quite obvious that he was feeling very uncomfortable about the kiss and wanted to talk about it.
Or, at least, try to. Connor usually rambled on until he had forgotten what the originally intended topic of discussion was and, even if he did remember, he was normally too flustered at that point to continue. Tired of his silence, Abby decided to take matters into her own hands.
"Connor?" Connor looked up at her, but immediately looked away, once they had made eye contact. "Yes, Abby?" His cheeks tinged a soft pink as he spoke. "Did you want to talk about something?" She asked him. "Well, umm...I kind of wanted to,uh, talk to you about the, um..."
"The kiss?" A slight smile graced her lips. Connor was just so adorably cute, especially when he blushed. "Um, yeah, that..." His face had gone from a soft cherry blossom pink to red as a tomato. "Well...What about it?" Abby's smile got bigger when he refused to look her in the eyes.
"Actually, I had quite a few things to say, but most of them were lost in the awkward silence. Did you notice that almost all silent moments between us are awkward/ I wonder what that's..." He didn't get to finish that sentence because Abby leaned in and captured his lips in a gentle, yet passionate, kiss.
She wrapped her arms around his neck as he began to respond to the kiss, his arms snaking around her waist and pulling her closer to him. Her tongue traced the seam of his lips, begging for entrance, which he eagerly granted.
Unfortunately, the need to breathe got the better of them and they, reluctantly, pulled away from each other. Abby looked into his eyes, a smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. "Does that answer any of your questions?" She asked, playfully.
"It certainly answers the one about a repeat performance."
The End.