Title: Interesting Uses for Bathtubs - Thinking
Disclaimer: Primeval and its character's belong to Impossible Pictures, no copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: This is another fluffy one and I made up a bit of a past for Abby, hope it's ok.
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A hundred different thoughts went through Abby's head simultaneously at Connor's proposal, the main one being was she ready to be Connor's wife? It all seemed so scary, she had only recently turned twenty five, was that even old enough to get married? And then there was the fact that she'd only been going out with Connor for three months - three glorious months where she had suddenly turned all soft and girlie.
Who was she kidding? She loved Connor utterly and completely and had done for a lot longer than three months, despite trying her hardest to fight it. And she had been happier in the last several weeks than she had since her Father left when she was ten years old. She'd told herself she'd never let herself get hurt the way her Mother had, but she'd hurt herself more than any man could ever manage.
Connor was always there for her - even if just to annoy her. He looked after her if she felt ill, listened to her when she needed to rant and he was an amazing kisser. Not to mention the fact that he'd picked up certain other skills rather quickly.
Oh God! Connor! She still hadn't given him his answer, his face looked kind of pale; it must have been a while now since he'd asked. The poor bloke was probably waiting to be crushed.
Abby stood and walked over to the bath, kneeling down beside him.
"Conn," She said and paused.
"It's ok," He rushed in. "It . . . It's too soon, I understand I . . ."
"Connor!" She interrupted, placing her hand on his cheek. "My answer's yes you idiot."
He smiled; that huge beaming Connor smile and she kissed him, God did she kiss him and it felt like they were kissing for the first time all over again. The next thing Abby knew, she was in the bath on top of Connor - fully clothed . . . But not for long.
