Night Watchman

[jooles34]

Title: Night Watchman
Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Jenny/Sarah, Becker
Words: 966
Rating,Warnings: 18. Fem slash, wanking, voyeurism
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Primeval.
Spoilers: None
AN: Apologies, this is rattled off pretty quick so I apologise for any mistakes. This wouldn’t quieten down, but there’s other stuff I’m trying to write so I just dashed it off so to speak. Feel free to let me know if you see owt glaring and I’ll change it!

 

Becker was pissed off. Last week he had been all that stood between a something-o-raptor and Connor Bloody Temple, and in his efforts to stop the thing it had managed to embed its claws nicely into his left shoulder. That had meant a few days off work before a swift, temporary, reassignment to light duties.

Light duties? He had been stuck, on his own, in the CCTV monitoring room, on a night shift. He wasn’t a soldier, he was a fucking night watchman. A security guard. He was already where old soldiers went to die.

With a sigh we went back to checking the screens. He didn’t know why he bothered. It was late and the day shift had gone home. There was just a couple of science bods in the main room monitoring the detector, and various soldiers patrolling, cleaning and prepping in the armoury, or sitting in the canteen drinking more tea than should be humanly possible.

But he did it because it was his job and Becker always did his job well and professionally. Even if his job was staring at empty corridors.

Then some movement on one of the screens caught his eye. Jenny was striding purposefully down one of the corridors that led to the labs. She reached a door, glanced around her briefly, and went in.

Becker’s brow wrinkled with confusion. Jenny was here very late and didn’t have any reason to go into the labs. The labs were covered by the CCTV but not monitored routinely. He leant forward and with his uninjured arm tapped out a couple of commands on the console. The image on one of the screen leapt and the view inside the lab was now exposed.

He watched as Jenny barely made it into the room and closed the door behind her before she was pinned to it by Sarah. Becker’s eyes widened as he watched the two clash together in an intense and passionate looking kiss, Jenny being knocked back against the door.

Hands locked around each others’ faces and in each others' hair; the two had their bodies pressed firmly together. Becker knew that he should turn away from the screen; switch it back to the corridor, but he couldn’t. He was fascinated by what was happening,

Suddenly Jenny moved and swung the pair around so that Sarah was now against the door. He stared, fascinated, as Jenny’s hands made quick work of the buttons on Sarah’s shirt and pushed it off her shoulders while barely breaking the kiss.

Becker watched as their hands roamed all over each others bodies. He tried to ignore his cock as it stirred at a sight dreams were made of unfolding in front of him.

Jenny slipped her hands behind Sarah’s back and unclipped her bra, before lowering the straps and dropping it on top of the abandoned shirt. Becker let out a groan at having Sarah’s breasts exposed to him and when Sarah leant down and closed her mouth around one nipple, Becker finally gave in and pressed a hand against his cock which was now straining in the confines of his combats.

His eyes were fixed on the screen as Sarah ran her hands under Sarah’s skirt, hitching it part of the way to her hips. Her hands disappeared under the material and when they reappeared they were tugging Sarah’s underwear down her thighs.

Becker groaned again didn’t think twice now about undoing his combats and pulling his cock free. He watched as Sarah’s underwear fell to the floor and Jenny kissed her way back up from Sarah’s breast to reclaim her mouth.

Jenny’s hand went back under Sarah’s skirt and in a second he saw the moment when Jenny pushed her fingers inside Sarah’s willing body. He watched Sarah gasp and tip her head back while pushing her hips towards Jenny. For her part, he saw Jenny’s mouth drop open and her head sank to press an open mouthed kiss to Sarah’s naked shoulder.

Becker gripped his cock and began to pump it in time to Jenny’s arm moving in and out of Sarah’s body. It was still hidden by her skirt, but Becker didn’t care. The way they rocked their bodies together and the looks on the two women’s faces told him all he needed to know. Their kisses were becoming sloppy, messy and he could see their chests heaving as they became breathless against each other.

He would have done anything to have been able to hear them. Hear Sarah’s breathy moans as Jenny’s fingers moved inside her and ghosted over her clit, taking her closer to orgasm. To be able to hear Jenny as she groaned, thrusting her hand forwards into the warm wetness of the other woman’s body.

Becker could see that Sarah was starting to tremble in Jenny’s arms and with another low groan his own movements became quicker, jerkier. Pre-come leaked over his hands, slicking his movements and he was suddenly very glad it was his left arm that was injured.

On the screen in front of him Sarah came ever closer to her orgasm and then it happened. Becker watched as she tipped her head back, eyes closed, mouth open wide, her body rocking and thrusting down onto Jenny’s hand.

With a shout Becker came hard, coating his hand in his hot come. He saw Jenny and Sarah collapse together as they caught their breath. He closed his eyes and leant back and the final vestiges of his orgasm washed over him.

He missed Jenny remove her hand from under Sarah’s skirt and offer her fingers to Sarah. Sarah sucked in the digits with a moan and smiled around them as Jenny whispered in her ear;

“So do you think that will have helped cheer him up?”