Dark

Abby, Caroline, Stephen, and Conner were watching their weekly movie. Abby was curled up in Stephen's lap, who was absent-mindedly stroking his fingers through her hair. Conner was rubbing Caroline's arm as she leaned on his shoulder. Suddenly, the power went out, causing Conner to whine,

"We were just about to find out if he was going to get hacked to pieces!"

"What happened?" Caroline asked.

"Power went out," Stephen said blankly.

"Well yes, clearly," she scoffed, which was surely completed with an eye roll. Neither one of them liked the other, and they didn't try to keep it from the other, or anyone else for that matter either.

Abby let out a sigh and placed her hand gently on Stephen's arm. "Come on. Let's go find some flashlights and candles."

"Okay," he agreed, lifting her up and placing her on the ground before standing up himself and leading her out of the room.

"I could have done that myself you know."

"I know," he smirked as they turned the corner into the hallway.

"Finally," Abby smiled, pressing her lips against his.

"Not that I'm complaining because trust me, I'm not. I'm most certainly not," he added with a smile as he brushed his thumb gently against her cheek. "But what was that about, and how the hell do I get you to do it more often?"

"Well, I'm not going to very much kiss you when Conner and Caroline were right next to us."

"It was your idea to invite them," he reminded her.

"I know but I didn't think they'd actually stay. Caroline hates you and she doesn't care too much for me either. 'Sides Conner normally wants to be alone with her anyway. So why would they stay?"

"I don't know that, but I do know it's a good thing that it's dark."

"Why's that?"

"Because I wouldn't be able to do this in front of Conner," Stephen said leaning down and kissing her again, before sweeping her up and carrying her over to the kitchen counter, where he continued to trail light kisses down her neck and then back up to her lips.

"Did you find the flashlights?" Conner called from the living room, causing Abby to laugh.

"No, not yet."

"Want help?"

"No, I'm going to go look upstairs," she said jumping off the counter and pulling him over to the staircase and up the steps.

"I think I might have some candles in my bedroom," Abby whispered in his ear before running up the stairs with a grin.

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Just realized I haven't been put in disclaimers so here it is for the rest of the chapters.

I, Life is Like a Novel (aka Spike, do not own Primeval in any way shape or form, not matter how much I wish I did. So there, you can't sue me.

Love you,

Spike