Title:
Manly
Moments
Author:
firstflier
Rating:
PG
– mature themes but nothing graphic
Characters/Pairing:
Abby/Connor
Disclaimer:
Not
mine, kthnxbye.
Summary:
Connor
centric drabble with season finale spoilers.
Manly Moments
Connor Temple had never felt so manly in his whole entire life.
Okay, so he'd been dealing with prehistoric creatures for a while and had always come out on top, minus a few bumps and scratches, but this - this – was so above all that it was out of this world.
Connor Temple had taken down a velociraptor.
And, suddenly, Jurassic Park was his all time favourite film.
He can remember the fear and the panic on Abby's face. The genuine belief that they were both goners. Without Becker or Danny they were not going to survive. They were definitely not meant to survive a velociraptor attack. And yet, somehow, thanks to Connor and a mad moment of bravery (or stupidity he isn't sure which yet), they have survived. He can remember the exact weight of that stick, the exact curve of his swing, the amount of seconds it took for the beast to hit the ground. He thought it would be a blur; like all of their other near death moments but it's not. And he has never felt more manly. He thinks that, secretly, Abby was quite impressed. He'd like to think so anyway. Manly moments such as these do not come around often.
"Ow!"
"Oh, grow a pair and stop being such a baby."
He winces as Abby attempts to clamber over him in this bloody nest they've managed to crawl into. He isn't sure how he climbed the tree. With his aching limbs protesting all the way up, they managed to climb surprisingly quickly. He remembers lots of encouraging words from Abby and a great deal of pushing. Oh yes, there was definite pushing. He knows this because he cannot get the feel of her little hands on his buttocks out of his mind. There had been a heart stopping moment where he thought he was going to fall out of another bloody tree because this is the most physical contact they have had since The Kiss.
Which he would quite like to address please.
But she seems content to let him hope and wonder when they will ever address this...unresolved sexual tension between them. He doesn't like labelling it as such because this thing with Abby is so much more than that but he doesn't want to call it unrequited love either. Because, if the truth be told, they both know it sure as hell isn't unrequited.
The night starts to fall and he can feel himself drifting off to sleep, lulled by Abby's calming voice and the earthy smell of the forest. He would love to be on a beach right about now. To feel the sand between his toes and the sun on his back. He voices this. He'd also love Abby in a bikini but he's wise enough to mention it once and count his lucky stars that she hasn't kicked him out the nest rather than harp on about the details. He watches her settle down to sleep and he wonders if they actually will ever get home again. They don't have an anomaly machine and they don't know the route and...Abby looks peaceful. His thought process seems to have been a bit addled since he has met Abby Maitland. He thinks his worries can wait until the morning because all he can think about is whether Abby would like to snuggle with him, here, in this nest. Purely for body heat, of course. Nothing improper.
Knowing his luck she'll probably laugh.
He settles down on his own side of the tree and sinks into the welcoming embrace of sleep hoping that tomorrow, the sun will bring with it a better day. One final thought plagues him before he falls unconscious.
Actually, knowing his luck whatever bird built this damn nest will come and find them and kick Connor's arse.
He thinks he'd rather just fall out the tree again. Far less embarrassing.
~*~ End ~*~