Hiding in the Light

Title: Hiding in the Light
Author: Jooles34
Fandom: Primeval
Characters/Pairings: Connor Temple
Words: 320
Rating: PG
Warnings/ spoilers: I haven’t seen any trailers, interviews or anything else at all spoilery for the next season, I am genuinely clueless (and want to remain so). This is entirely conjecture on my part as to what could happen next.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval
Prompt: Any fandoms, any characters, You can't escape yourself in the dark. Written for dark_fest

 

 

( He sits up alone and DVD after DVD goes into the machine. )

 

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

Title: Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Connor/Lester
Words: 146
Rating,Warnings: PG, utter daftness
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None
AN:  Another one in my apparent "Good Wife" series. Stilll blaming Denial. Curtains and Cushions,  Pink and Blue  and Bathtime are the other ficlets in the "series".

 Connor smiled happily to himself.

They were going to a posh do of Lester’s tonight and were dressing together. There was something erotic in the intimacy of helping each other dress.

The fingers that threaded cufflinks for each other now, would later be fumbling to undo buttons. As they knotted the others’ bow tie Connor couldn’t help but imagine tugging it open again at the end of the night.

Connor smiled at Lester in the mirror as the younger man helped him on with his jacket. Lester turned and looked at himself from every angle, before settling to stare at his back in the mirror.

He lifted the back of his jacket and spoke to Connor as he regarded his reflection.

“Conn, does my…”

“James, if you even think about asking if your bum looks big in this, I swear to god I’m telling Becker everything.”

Battle Cry

Title: Battle Cry
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Becker
Words: 100
Rating,Warnings: PG
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None
AN: For primeval100 prompt 'Once more unto the breach'.

Becker gripped his gun firmly as Danny drove them towards the new anomaly.

He breathed deeply, mentally preparing himself for the battle that more than likely would confront them. Once more unto the breach and all that.

He remembered when that had been something akin to a battle cry; an apt one at that. They had fought for Queen and county, they had battled in the name of St George.

Becker’s mind wandered and he allowed himself a wry grin for his new battle cry;

“Follow your spirit, and upon this charge, Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Sir James!'

Ramblings on writing sex, what makes a kink kinky and those bothersome "lady parts"

I have a few new people on my flist (which is awesome and happy making), so by way of introduction, sometimes I get a thought in my head and I come here and ramble about it. Sometimes it’s just me expressing my views and thoughts, but sometimes we get some little discussions going and people will reply with their thoughts and opinions and that rocks.

This has been rattling around for a while and I’ve been prompted to write it by recent discussions on Denial and with my favourite Kitty.

 

( So...onwards... )