A/N: Just a bit of fluff; was watching 3x06 and had a giggle, giggle turned into a drabble, drabble posted here.
Disclaimer: I so obviously don't own Primeval; I just like to borrow the characters and mutate their inner voices. Please don't sue, my house is small, my car is useless and my dogs are pains in the arse, but they're all I have.
Distractions
By: Danae Bowen
Connor dangled upside-down from a tree, knees hooked over a branch while a flock of Compsognathus leapt for a bit of his flesh; it occurred to him that the dictionary must have a picture of himself next to the word bait. Abby caged the last theropods as Connor's knees went weak; he slipped, landing on his back, groaning in pain.
"Why's it always me left out to be chewed on, then?" he groused.
Abby grinned, lowering her lips to his, greedily drinking in the remarkable taste that was purely Connor. "You're just so much tastier than the rest of us."
~~Fin