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seren_ccdTitle: This mess we're in
Fandom: Primeval
Ship: Jess Parker/Hilary Becker
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,100
Warning: sexual situations and language
Disclaimer: They are not mine. There is a mention of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hiddencait's OC Michaels who has apparently become part of my canon cast of characters. And the title of the fic comes from the song This mess we're in by Thom Yorke and PJ Harvey.
Spoilers: Season five.
A/N: Fortaraljc's prompt: I'm in the mood for some sex pollen. How about you?. From over at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
just_kiss_her.
Jess crossed her arms over her chest, really wishing Abby had thought to include a bra with the white tank-top and yoga pants she’d left for Jess outside the decontamination room.
“So, basically you’re saying that you have no idea what that thing excreted onto us?” Becker was saying over his comm to Connor.
“Yeah, that’s pretty much what I’m saying,” Connor said. “Look, I’m really sorry. I mean we knew it excreted something. You can tell from its bone structure, but I have no idea what it does. If it does anything.”
Becker sighed and Jess watched as his jaw tightened. He looked over at her and she just shook her head.
“So, are we supposed to just--wait here?” Jess asked looking around the bare room in the guest quarters, with its tiny single bed, aluminium chair, white walls and no windows. A small bathroom was off to the side.
“Well, you’ve been thoroughly rinsed and cleaned,” Matt said.
“A bit too thoroughly,” Becker muttered.
“And so we just need to wait and see if anything develops,” Matt finished.
“What? Like a rash?” Jess asked looking down at her chest visible above the neckline of her shirt.
“Like anything, to be honest,” Connor said. “Sorry, guys.”
“Oh, no problem,” Becker said sitting down heavily in the chair that creaked ominously. “It’s not like either of us had actual work to do today.”
“Yeah, um, someone’s going to slide your laptop through the slot in the door, Jess,” Connor said. “And, um, Becker? Would you like a magazine?”
Becker glared at the door.
“Becker?”
Jess sighed and rolled her eyes. “He’s glaring at the door. Give him a magazine, Connor.”
“Right. Again. Sorry.”
“Stop apologising,” Becker said. “This wasn’t exactly your fault.”
And it wasn’t. The anomaly opened up just as Jess and Becker rounded a corner near the Hub. A small creature hopped out. Everyone stared at each other for a second. Then the little creature sneezed a spray of yellow dust into Jess and Becker’s faces.
They were immediately rushed into the decon showers, but not before they’d inhaled quite a bit of the dust.
Now, they were just waiting. Becker sprawled out even more in the chair and Jess tried very hard not to stare at his bare feet and ankles. He was in one of his usual black tank tops and a pair of black track pants. She wondered if he ever wore anything in green? It would really bring out his eyes.
She looked away and shifted her bare feet on the cool floor.
“Bed?”
“Sorry?” She whirled around to face him, her still damp hair smacking her in the face.
He smirked. “I was just saying, you can have the bed.”
“Oh, thanks.” She took a step towards it when the slot in the door opened and her laptop and some magazines were pushed through. The slot closed.
“Thanks, Connor,” she said walking to get them.
“No problem,” he said. “Do you want to try out those algorithms for the firewall?”
“Yeah, let me get situated first.” She handed Becker the stack of magazines which he took with a grimace. There was a New Scientist (Connor), an Economist newspaper (Lester, clearly), a Car magazine (courtesy of his 2IC, Michaels) and Simply Knitting. He arched a brow at that one and put it on the bottom of the pile.
Jess climbed onto the bed, leaned against the headboard and turned on her computer. She tapped a few keys.
“Okay, I’m in.”
The next hour was spent in relative silence. Becker calmly, if a bit grudgingly, leafed through the Car magazine while Jess tried to sort out some of the wonky coding that had been installed by the Prospero people. Every now and then Connor would try something in the Hub.
“How’s that?” she asked.
“Seems to work,” Connor said. “Let me just...there! Try the line again.”
“That seems to be better. What if I--” Jess stopped talking as her body suddenly flushed with heat. “Oh.”
“Jess? You okay?”
“Umm,” she said feeling sweat break out on her brow and her abdomen clench. “I’m not sure. I’m really warm all of a sudden.”
“Maybe it’s a fever,” Connor said. “The dust could cause a fever or something.”
“It’s not a fever,” Becker said quietly. Jess looked over at him. He was hunched over in his chair, his eyes closed tightly. A bead of sweat ran down the side of his face.
Jess wanted to lap it up with her tongue.
The urge to have her hands and mouth and just take him washed over her and she gasped as her abdomen clenched again.
Becker raised his head and met her eyes. His pupils had almost fully dilated and Jess’ skin began to tingle all over.
“Guys? Guys, what’s going on?” Connor’s voice was faint under the sound of blood rushing in her veins.
“It’s not a fever,” Jess echoed Becker’s words from earlier. “Connor, we’re taking our comms out now.”
“What? Why?”
Jess bit her lip as she really didn’t know how to explain.
“Because the dust is a powerful aphrodisiac and we’re not doing whatever we’re going to be doing with an audience,” Becker said evenly his eyes still fixed on Jess.
“Oh. Right. Well. Ah. Call us if you need anything? I guess?”
Jess lifted a trembling hand to her comm and took it off. Becker did the same, dropping his to the floor. She closed her laptop and turned away slowly, setting the computer down on the bedside table. Then she got off the bed.
The cool floor felt heavenly against her bare feet and her arms wound around her waist and chest, covering her breasts.
Becker’s eyes followed her from where he sat, still hunched over, breathing shallowly.
“It hit me about fifteen minutes ago,” he said. “I think my metabolism is faster than yours.”
Jess nodded. Another pulse of want surged through her and she tried to hold back a whimper, but it emerged nonetheless. Becker’s expression turned from stony to agonised.
“Jess, we can’t do this,” he said brokenly.
“What else do you suggest we do?” she whispered.
“Get them to put me in another room,” he said. “Anything. I’m not doing this to you.”
“It’s hardly just you, though, is it?” she asked. “I feel like I’m going to burst, Becker, if you don’t put your hands on me.”
His eyes darkened even more and he slowly stood up, his magazine falling to the floor. She glanced down despite herself and saw the evidence of his arousal. Her mouth went dry.
“This isn’t right,” he said his voice going low and gravelly.
“I know,” she said. “I know it isn’t.”
“I wanted-- Jess-- Fuck!” His eyes closed and his hands curled into tight fists as tried to hold himself together.
“Becker, please,” she said.
“I’m not-- Jess, I’m not going to be able to be gentle,” he said finally looking at her pain etched all over his face.
Jess let out a watery laugh. “Becker, I don’t need you to be gentle,” she said. “I need you to fuck me.”
He was on her before she could blink. His hands tangling in her hair, his mouth bruising and harsh on hers. She clutched him to her and thrust her tongue against his. They slammed back against the wall behind her and she cried out at the impact, her cry getting swallowed up by his kiss.
The wall was cold against her hot skin and she relished it. Her hands tore and tugged at his shirt, trying to get it off of him. Then her hands greedily moved over his skin, his chest, his shoulders, trying to touch every inch of him.
His hands roamed all over her arms across her chest, brushing over her painfully hardened nipples. Then with a sharp tear, he ripped her shirt practically in half and then his mouth was on her breast. Jess sucked in a gasp so hard it burned in her throat. Her hands pushed at his track pants, while his tore at her yoga pants.
Once they were completely naked, he hitched her up against the wall and buried himself inside of her with one quick flex of his spine.
Jess couldn’t breathe. She was overwhelmed by the feel of him stroking inside of her, his mouth on her neck, his hands gripping her hips in a painful clench.
Distantly she heard someone moaning a litany of ‘don’t stop, don’t stop’ and was only slightly surprised to realise it was her.
Her orgasm crashed over her and white stars exploded behind her eyes as her back arched in a perfect bow away from the wall.
She heard Becker saying something like ‘fucking gorgeous, so beautiful’ as he moved them away from the wall. Her head spun as he pulled out and she made a sound of anguish at the lack of him. But he quickly propped her up on the bed on all fours and pushed into her again.
Her limbs remained languid only for a few moments in the aftermath of her climax before she was pushing her hips back against his. His hands stayed firm on her hips as he snapped into her again and again.
“Take it, darling, take it,” he gritted out. “Jess!”
Sharp jolts of pure electricity surged against her clit every time he thrust into her and she was coming once more, crying out his name.
He choked behind her and his hips stuttered as he came into her. She was still shivering with the aftershocks when he fell forwards onto her, only just missing crushing her and landing on his side, taking her with him.
They lay on the tiny bed, with his still hard cock inside of her, spooned up and trembling.
“Is that the edge off, then, do you think?” Jess asked her voice unsteady and raw.
“I think so,” he said still thrusting shallowly into her. “I still want you, Jess.”
“I still want you, too,” she said reaching his hand and bringing it up to kiss the palm. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “I always want you.”
“We should to go to dinner,” he said nuzzling her neck.
“Dinner?”
“That’s the way this should have gone.”
“This has really offended your romantic sensibilities, hasn’t it?” she asked letting out a small gasp as he flexed his hips into hers more deeply and steadily.
“It has,” he said mouthing at her neck and trailing his hand up and down her side, then around to her breast. His thumb flicked at her nipple. “We should have dinner,” he repeated.
“Okay,” she agreed breathlessly, her own hips undulating against his.
“Been wanting to ask you for ages,” he said before sucking on her ear lobe.
“Oh, god, have you?”
“Mmm. Been wanting to touch you.” His hand gently squeezed her breast. “Kiss you.” He kissed the side of her throat. “Watch your face as you came for me.” His hand glided over her overly-sensitized skin to where he was still steadily thrusting in and out of her.
“Becker,” she gasped, her hand coming to cover his and guide his fingers as they moved over her.
“Come. Come for me, Jessica,” he said next to her ear.
She came almost instantly, biting down hard on her lip, her nails digging into his hand. He grunted and his thrusts became erratic as he climaxed.
Once she regained a few of her senses, Jess realised that she was still aching for more and he was still hard inside of her.
She pulled away and he groaned as he slipped out of her. Her muscles protesting heavily, but with her libido clearly in charge, she pushed him to lie flat on his back. Then she straddled his hips, grasped his cock and slid down onto him.
They both moaned at the feel of her sliding down his length. Jess let her head fall back and her tangled hair tickled her back, sending tiny shocks of energy under her skin. She began to move over him slowly. His hands came up to hold onto her hips.
“You’re going to take me dinner,” she said looking down at him, into his eyes.
“I am,” he said helping her to set a rhythm. “I swear.”
“But first,” she said arching her back.
“But first...” His hand moved up to curl around her neck and bring her down for a kiss.
Fandom: Primeval
Ship: Jess Parker/Hilary Becker
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,100
Warning: sexual situations and language
Disclaimer: They are not mine. There is a mention of
hiddencait's OC Michaels who has apparently become part of my canon cast of characters. And the title of the fic comes from the song This mess we're in by Thom Yorke and PJ Harvey.Spoilers: Season five.
A/N: For
taraljc's prompt: I'm in the mood for some sex pollen. How about you?. From over at just_kiss_her. Jess crossed her arms over her chest, really wishing Abby had thought to include a bra with the white tank-top and yoga pants she’d left for Jess outside the decontamination room.
“So, basically you’re saying that you have no idea what that thing excreted onto us?” Becker was saying over his comm to Connor.
“Yeah, that’s pretty much what I’m saying,” Connor said. “Look, I’m really sorry. I mean we knew it excreted something. You can tell from its bone structure, but I have no idea what it does. If it does anything.”
Becker sighed and Jess watched as his jaw tightened. He looked over at her and she just shook her head.
“So, are we supposed to just--wait here?” Jess asked looking around the bare room in the guest quarters, with its tiny single bed, aluminium chair, white walls and no windows. A small bathroom was off to the side.
“Well, you’ve been thoroughly rinsed and cleaned,” Matt said.
“A bit too thoroughly,” Becker muttered.
“And so we just need to wait and see if anything develops,” Matt finished.
“What? Like a rash?” Jess asked looking down at her chest visible above the neckline of her shirt.
“Like anything, to be honest,” Connor said. “Sorry, guys.”
“Oh, no problem,” Becker said sitting down heavily in the chair that creaked ominously. “It’s not like either of us had actual work to do today.”
“Yeah, um, someone’s going to slide your laptop through the slot in the door, Jess,” Connor said. “And, um, Becker? Would you like a magazine?”
Becker glared at the door.
“Becker?”
Jess sighed and rolled her eyes. “He’s glaring at the door. Give him a magazine, Connor.”
“Right. Again. Sorry.”
“Stop apologising,” Becker said. “This wasn’t exactly your fault.”
And it wasn’t. The anomaly opened up just as Jess and Becker rounded a corner near the Hub. A small creature hopped out. Everyone stared at each other for a second. Then the little creature sneezed a spray of yellow dust into Jess and Becker’s faces.
They were immediately rushed into the decon showers, but not before they’d inhaled quite a bit of the dust.
Now, they were just waiting. Becker sprawled out even more in the chair and Jess tried very hard not to stare at his bare feet and ankles. He was in one of his usual black tank tops and a pair of black track pants. She wondered if he ever wore anything in green? It would really bring out his eyes.
She looked away and shifted her bare feet on the cool floor.
“Bed?”
“Sorry?” She whirled around to face him, her still damp hair smacking her in the face.
He smirked. “I was just saying, you can have the bed.”
“Oh, thanks.” She took a step towards it when the slot in the door opened and her laptop and some magazines were pushed through. The slot closed.
“Thanks, Connor,” she said walking to get them.
“No problem,” he said. “Do you want to try out those algorithms for the firewall?”
“Yeah, let me get situated first.” She handed Becker the stack of magazines which he took with a grimace. There was a New Scientist (Connor), an Economist newspaper (Lester, clearly), a Car magazine (courtesy of his 2IC, Michaels) and Simply Knitting. He arched a brow at that one and put it on the bottom of the pile.
Jess climbed onto the bed, leaned against the headboard and turned on her computer. She tapped a few keys.
“Okay, I’m in.”
The next hour was spent in relative silence. Becker calmly, if a bit grudgingly, leafed through the Car magazine while Jess tried to sort out some of the wonky coding that had been installed by the Prospero people. Every now and then Connor would try something in the Hub.
“How’s that?” she asked.
“Seems to work,” Connor said. “Let me just...there! Try the line again.”
“That seems to be better. What if I--” Jess stopped talking as her body suddenly flushed with heat. “Oh.”
“Jess? You okay?”
“Umm,” she said feeling sweat break out on her brow and her abdomen clench. “I’m not sure. I’m really warm all of a sudden.”
“Maybe it’s a fever,” Connor said. “The dust could cause a fever or something.”
“It’s not a fever,” Becker said quietly. Jess looked over at him. He was hunched over in his chair, his eyes closed tightly. A bead of sweat ran down the side of his face.
Jess wanted to lap it up with her tongue.
The urge to have her hands and mouth and just take him washed over her and she gasped as her abdomen clenched again.
Becker raised his head and met her eyes. His pupils had almost fully dilated and Jess’ skin began to tingle all over.
“Guys? Guys, what’s going on?” Connor’s voice was faint under the sound of blood rushing in her veins.
“It’s not a fever,” Jess echoed Becker’s words from earlier. “Connor, we’re taking our comms out now.”
“What? Why?”
Jess bit her lip as she really didn’t know how to explain.
“Because the dust is a powerful aphrodisiac and we’re not doing whatever we’re going to be doing with an audience,” Becker said evenly his eyes still fixed on Jess.
“Oh. Right. Well. Ah. Call us if you need anything? I guess?”
Jess lifted a trembling hand to her comm and took it off. Becker did the same, dropping his to the floor. She closed her laptop and turned away slowly, setting the computer down on the bedside table. Then she got off the bed.
The cool floor felt heavenly against her bare feet and her arms wound around her waist and chest, covering her breasts.
Becker’s eyes followed her from where he sat, still hunched over, breathing shallowly.
“It hit me about fifteen minutes ago,” he said. “I think my metabolism is faster than yours.”
Jess nodded. Another pulse of want surged through her and she tried to hold back a whimper, but it emerged nonetheless. Becker’s expression turned from stony to agonised.
“Jess, we can’t do this,” he said brokenly.
“What else do you suggest we do?” she whispered.
“Get them to put me in another room,” he said. “Anything. I’m not doing this to you.”
“It’s hardly just you, though, is it?” she asked. “I feel like I’m going to burst, Becker, if you don’t put your hands on me.”
His eyes darkened even more and he slowly stood up, his magazine falling to the floor. She glanced down despite herself and saw the evidence of his arousal. Her mouth went dry.
“This isn’t right,” he said his voice going low and gravelly.
“I know,” she said. “I know it isn’t.”
“I wanted-- Jess-- Fuck!” His eyes closed and his hands curled into tight fists as tried to hold himself together.
“Becker, please,” she said.
“I’m not-- Jess, I’m not going to be able to be gentle,” he said finally looking at her pain etched all over his face.
Jess let out a watery laugh. “Becker, I don’t need you to be gentle,” she said. “I need you to fuck me.”
He was on her before she could blink. His hands tangling in her hair, his mouth bruising and harsh on hers. She clutched him to her and thrust her tongue against his. They slammed back against the wall behind her and she cried out at the impact, her cry getting swallowed up by his kiss.
The wall was cold against her hot skin and she relished it. Her hands tore and tugged at his shirt, trying to get it off of him. Then her hands greedily moved over his skin, his chest, his shoulders, trying to touch every inch of him.
His hands roamed all over her arms across her chest, brushing over her painfully hardened nipples. Then with a sharp tear, he ripped her shirt practically in half and then his mouth was on her breast. Jess sucked in a gasp so hard it burned in her throat. Her hands pushed at his track pants, while his tore at her yoga pants.
Once they were completely naked, he hitched her up against the wall and buried himself inside of her with one quick flex of his spine.
Jess couldn’t breathe. She was overwhelmed by the feel of him stroking inside of her, his mouth on her neck, his hands gripping her hips in a painful clench.
Distantly she heard someone moaning a litany of ‘don’t stop, don’t stop’ and was only slightly surprised to realise it was her.
Her orgasm crashed over her and white stars exploded behind her eyes as her back arched in a perfect bow away from the wall.
She heard Becker saying something like ‘fucking gorgeous, so beautiful’ as he moved them away from the wall. Her head spun as he pulled out and she made a sound of anguish at the lack of him. But he quickly propped her up on the bed on all fours and pushed into her again.
Her limbs remained languid only for a few moments in the aftermath of her climax before she was pushing her hips back against his. His hands stayed firm on her hips as he snapped into her again and again.
“Take it, darling, take it,” he gritted out. “Jess!”
Sharp jolts of pure electricity surged against her clit every time he thrust into her and she was coming once more, crying out his name.
He choked behind her and his hips stuttered as he came into her. She was still shivering with the aftershocks when he fell forwards onto her, only just missing crushing her and landing on his side, taking her with him.
They lay on the tiny bed, with his still hard cock inside of her, spooned up and trembling.
“Is that the edge off, then, do you think?” Jess asked her voice unsteady and raw.
“I think so,” he said still thrusting shallowly into her. “I still want you, Jess.”
“I still want you, too,” she said reaching his hand and bringing it up to kiss the palm. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “I always want you.”
“We should to go to dinner,” he said nuzzling her neck.
“Dinner?”
“That’s the way this should have gone.”
“This has really offended your romantic sensibilities, hasn’t it?” she asked letting out a small gasp as he flexed his hips into hers more deeply and steadily.
“It has,” he said mouthing at her neck and trailing his hand up and down her side, then around to her breast. His thumb flicked at her nipple. “We should have dinner,” he repeated.
“Okay,” she agreed breathlessly, her own hips undulating against his.
“Been wanting to ask you for ages,” he said before sucking on her ear lobe.
“Oh, god, have you?”
“Mmm. Been wanting to touch you.” His hand gently squeezed her breast. “Kiss you.” He kissed the side of her throat. “Watch your face as you came for me.” His hand glided over her overly-sensitized skin to where he was still steadily thrusting in and out of her.
“Becker,” she gasped, her hand coming to cover his and guide his fingers as they moved over her.
“Come. Come for me, Jessica,” he said next to her ear.
She came almost instantly, biting down hard on her lip, her nails digging into his hand. He grunted and his thrusts became erratic as he climaxed.
Once she regained a few of her senses, Jess realised that she was still aching for more and he was still hard inside of her.
She pulled away and he groaned as he slipped out of her. Her muscles protesting heavily, but with her libido clearly in charge, she pushed him to lie flat on his back. Then she straddled his hips, grasped his cock and slid down onto him.
They both moaned at the feel of her sliding down his length. Jess let her head fall back and her tangled hair tickled her back, sending tiny shocks of energy under her skin. She began to move over him slowly. His hands came up to hold onto her hips.
“You’re going to take me dinner,” she said looking down at him, into his eyes.
“I am,” he said helping her to set a rhythm. “I swear.”
“But first,” she said arching her back.
“But first...” His hand moved up to curl around her neck and bring her down for a kiss.
