Title: The Ring Chapter 11

Warnings: Adult themes, angst, smut - ish

Disclaimer: Primeval and it's characters belong to Impossible Pictures, no copyright infringement is intended.

A/N: I was a bit cruel to them both in this chapter hehe. I've got some more angst in the works for the next one and it will probably be a longer one too. Hope you are all still enjoying the fic, your comments keeping me writing.

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Cathy had been reluctant to let go of her son the next day as they'd said their goodbyes, making Connor promise to visit her soon and saying how she expected an invite to their wedding. That statement made Connor cough several times, Abby grinning as she patted his back.

"We've only just started going out Mum, I'm only twenty six." He'd explained.

"Oh nonsense, when I was your age I was married with a child."

That had made them both uncomfortable, they liked the idea of kids, they really did, but their lives were so complicated at the moment. In truth, they probably always would be.

The journey home from Connor's Mum's was uneventful, Abby had even let him drive, they chatted about his Dad, some of the things Connor remembered from his childhood and managed to steal a few kisses when they took a break at a service station.

When they finally arrived home, stepping out of the car into yet another rainy day, it was already after four in the afternoon. After locking the car, Connor grabbed her hand and together they ran to the flat.

As Abby got out her keys and went to unlock the door, she felt Connor's warm breath blow across her neck as he moved in to kiss it and she let go of the keys, hearing them hit the floor with a ping. She moaned as she felt his hand travel under her t-shirt, fingers dancing across her stomach before venturing further, teasing a nipple through the thin fabric of her bra.

"Connor." It sounded more like a moan than as she'd intended. "Someone might see."

"Don't care." He breathed against her ear.

Then he moved, travelling down the length of her body, caressing her all the way. He picked up the keys, standing again and placed them in her hand.

"Hurry up." He whispered.

It almost sounded like a plea.

"You weren't kidding when you said as soon as we get home were you?" She asked, struggling with shaky hands to get the key in the lock.

"Nope." He replied, his hand covering hers to steady it.

And finally the door opened! Abby turned, throwing her arms around him and they kissed passionately, breaking apart reluctantly as they navigated the stairs only to lock lips again at the top. Connor's hands gripped the bottom of her t-shirt, ready to take it off as his teeth nipped at her lips, tongue tasting hers.

The sound of someone clearing their throat rather loudly had them breaking apart instantly, smoothing at their clothing, Connor pulling his t-shirt down as far as it would go to cover his obvious arousal.

"Sarah!" Abby stated with surprise. "Wasn't expecting you to be here."

"So I see." Sarah replied, suppressing a grin.

"We were just um . . . " Connor began.

"Yeah, I can see what you were doing thanks Connor, don't need the details."

And she couldn't prevent the snort that escaped her mouth this time, taking in their dishevelled appearance, hair mussed, clothes askew, faces flushed and Connor moving to stand behind Abby, no doubt trying to hide his 'enthusiasm' for her.

"Oi! Not funny." Abby admonished.

"No, it's not." Connor agreed, sounding like a wounded puppy.

"I'm sorry, I just wasn't sure what time you'd be home so I popped round to feed the little guys."

"Well, thanks for looking after them anyway." Abby said as Sarah moved to the door.

"Anytime, and I'm glad to see you two have sorted yourselves out, you look well rested."

Abby smiled thin lipped at Sarah and went with her to the door to see her out. When she returned, Connor had gone into the kitchen to put the kettle on.

"What was she talking about?" He called.

Abby grimaced, he wasn't going to like this, Connor obviously liked to keep certain things private and he probably thought that nobody knew about how he'd been feeling recently but Abby.

"What you mean?" She asked innocently.

He came back into the room.

"She said she was glad we'd sorted ourselves out. What was she on about?"

"The guys, they were worried."

"Why?"

"Because you were acting all morose and I was . . . Well, I was running around looking for you all the time and Sarah saw my um . . . "

She stopped then, wishing she'd missed out the last part..

"Your what?"

It was whispered, like he kind of knew the answer already but was afraid of it.

"She saw my lip . . . And the bruise on my arm and she thought, well, she was right in a way but she thought . . ."

"She thinks I'm an abusive boyfriend!"

She didn't think he was angry, he didn't sound angry, but there was that edge of despair to his voice again and it broke her heart.

"No! I'm sure she doesn't think that Connor, not now, I told her she was wrong, that you hadn't meant to hurt me."

She moved forward, standing close to him and sighed with relief when he pulled her into a hug.

"What if I do it again?" He asked, sounding fearful.

"You won't, besides, if you do I'll just beat the shit out of you, lets face it, I could win you in a fight any day."

She felt him shake against her then as he chuckled.

"Yeah, probably right." He agreed.

She moved back and kissed him, short open-mouthed kisses meant for comfort, but he pulled her to him, walking them backwards till her legs hit the table with a bump. Connor lifted her, sitting her on the table and standing between her parted thighs, stopping to stroke her face gently before moving back in to kiss her again. He pulled at her t-shirt, this time managing to remove it successfully and she returned the favour, both gasping at the sensation of their bare chests pressed together.

It was at that moment that Abby's anomaly detector sprang to life, clicking and beeping and they both groaned in frustration.

"Ignore it." Abby breathed against his lips. "It's our day off."

They started kissing again, frantic now, desperate to finish what they'd started.

Connor's mobile rang.

"Not answering." He said between kisses.

Abby's mobile rang

"Arrrgh!" She growled.

She reached across the table and picked it up.

"Abby." She answered curtly.

Connor went to work on her neck and shoulders, nibbling and licking, distracting her from her phone conversation.

"But you promised we could have a couple of days." She whined.

Connor stopped his ministrations, feeling the disappointment seep into him.

"Ok, we'll be there in ten."

She flipped the lid of her phone down and sighed.

"We've got to go haven't we?" Connor asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yep."

"it's so not fair!"

"We'll just have to finish this later."

"You are joking aren't ya? If I have to wait much longer my balls are gonna explode!"

She pushed herself off the table and found her shirt, pulling it back over her head.

"Oh don't be so dramatic Connor!" She chastised, giving him a quick peck on the lips. "They need you to fix the locking mechanism, something's gone wrong, I'm sure working on that will calm you down."

She wasn't about to admit to him that she herself had contemplated just how long a quickie would last and if they'd have time.

They threw on their jackets, grabbed their phone's and went off to the Arc.