A/N: Smut chapter… just saying.

Spoilers: A little bit of 4x07, certainly not the meat or plot of the episode.

Warning: Explicit sexual content. Not child or work friendly.

Summary: Until Philip Burton, Abby had been the focus of Connor Temple's existence. Burton had no right to come between them. Connor was hers, and it was time she staked her claim.

Off His Leash

By: Danae Bowen

To her credit, Jess didn't ask questions when Abby asked that the cameras linked to the Prospero lab go offline for the night; instead she grinned as her fingers flew over the keys, and offered Abby a wicked wink.

"Next time, stress a brain cell for me. I'm getting bored."

Abby chuckled and offered Jess a quick hug before grabbing the small shopping bag she'd acquired, having slipped out of the ARC for an hour that afternoon. A quick trip to the bathroom, her ARC issue clothing found its way to her bag and her new purchases slipped over her body like old friends. She spun once in the mirror, grinning at the image reflected. The final purchase in her bag sat in a box at the bottom, she slipped that out before quickly stuffing her bag in her locker and moving down the hallway towards Connor's lab.

True to Connor's nature, the door was unlocked and she slipped into the cold room quietly. Finding the room empty, she carefully shifted his papers and tools off his lab table, stacking them with care out of the way. A quick hop and she sat comfortably on the lab table, crossing her legs at the knees as she leaned back on her wrists and faced the door, waiting patiently.

No more than five minutes passed before the door opened and closed again, Connor's back to her as he struggled with locking the door while holding the new toy in his hands. A slow grin crossed her face as she cocked her head to the side, allowing her hair to fall gently into her eyes, waiting for him to notice her. Her blue eyes sparkled brightly as he turned, catching sight of her; to his credit, Connor caught the mechanism that threatened to slip from his fingers even as his eyes went wide and his jaw dropped in shock before something unnameable flashed across his features.

"Abby? Wha… what're you doing here?"

She stretched out her crossed legs languidly, leaning back a little heavier on her wrists as her tongue poked out between her teeth teasingly. His eyes were instantly drawn to her feet, covered in soft leather boots, the black straps crisscrossing up her legs, intermingling with the white knee high stockings that hid the smooth flesh of her legs from his view. His tongue darted out nervously as his eyes dragged up her legs, his fingers digging into the piece of metal in his hands as he drank in the sight of her blue plaid skirt, cut so short that her position on the lab table left him a generous view of her toned thighs. He swallowed heavily, leaning back against the door, reaching out to put the piece of fragile equipment on a table even as his eyes travelled further up her body to the v-necked black shirt that hugged her tightly, her position and the fabric working in unison to accentuate her breasts.

She shrugged slowly, ensuring his eyes tracked the movement of her breasts beneath the fabric, the smile on her face wicked and wanton as she lifted an eyebrow, her own gaze travelling over his body and taking a moment to appreciate the tight fitting blue shirt that stretched across his chest. A slow shiver coursed down her spine and her grin widened as she raised a hand and hooked a finger at him, noting his unsteady footing as he took several steps forward.

He stepped between her legs, his hands instantly falling low on her hips, his thumbs gently brushing over the soft flesh of her thighs. She reached up and laid a hand lightly against the side of his face, sighing as he tilted his head into her touch, his eyes fluttering as he drank in the moment.

"Busy?" she whispered, stroking his cheek softly, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

Her eyes were drawn to his throat as he swallowed heavily, and she licked her lips again resisting the urge to lean forward and lower her lips to his neck, refusing to allow herself the distinct pleasure of nibbling on his succulent flesh.

"Yeah," His voice was strained, his fingers tightening on her hips as he swayed, mere inches between them.

"Want me to go?" She knew her sparkling blue eyes would belie her deadpanned expression, but still she caught his gaze, one foot very slowly hooking around his body, running a light trail up his leg, behind his knee.

He swallowed hard again, closing his eyes tightly as he fought the urge to move closer to her, his body responding to her touch immediately, growing hard and painful behind his tight black jeans. "Not s'posed to be here," he managed, a lopsided grin curving his lips, "Off limits to ARC personnel."

"Really?" she dragged the word out, playing innocence as she watched the expressions crossing his features. "Seems a shame, yeah?" The foot she had hooked behind him pulled him forward another step, his body now mere centimetres from her own.

"Yeah, bloody shame." One hand finally slipped from her hip, travelling up her side, startling her heart into overdrive as he skimmed past the curve of her breast to cup her face gently. She allowed him to lean forward, his lips skimming over hers in a feather light touch, a whimper escaping between them captured by her own greedy mouth. He groaned and moved closer, his hardness instantly finding comfort beneath her skirt as he pushed against her, his lips crushing to hers, unable to help himself as he worked his hand into her hair, pulling her into the kiss, tongue plundering her mouth, drinking from her deeply. "Abby," he whispered, drawing back for air, pressing his hips forward, the friction against his confined erection weakening his knees as he leaned heavily against her.

She began a slow journey with her lips and tongue, trailing a warm wet path across his jaw, nipping at the soft flesh beneath his ear before sucking the sensitive lobe gently, pulling at it with her teeth. Her breath was a hot whisper in his ear, sending a series of shudders down his entire body. "This doesn't feel much like escorting me to the door, Connor," she murmured quietly, her tongue travelling along the curve of his ear. "Best do, if you intend on following Burton's orders."

What escaped his lips was less a word and more a primitive grunt as his hand tightened in her hair and pulled her head back, baring her throat for his lips. He started at the tender flesh between her shoulder and neck, nipping at her, growing bold with the gasps that followed. The rough scratch of his day stubble sent electric shocks through her body, stalling her thought process as he feasted on the sensitive skin beneath her jaw, the hand not in her hair slipping up under her shirt, palming one breast firmly.

Abby breathed in deeply, a groan on her lips even as she struggled to keep her thoughts focussed for just a few moments longer. "Connor," she whispered, reaching out to press a steady finger beneath his jaw, drawing his lips away from her throat.

"Yep?" his dark eyes had gone nearly black with desire, a light red tinged his cheeks and his chest rose and fell rapidly, giving away the pounding beat of his heart below. She paused a moment, drinking in the sight of him even as he pressed his erection harder against her, the movement of his hips becoming more insistent with each passing moment.

"Prospero lab? I'm not supposed to be here…" She grinned at him, watching as his face fell slowly, her words working through his pheromone addled mind.

"What? But…" his words were a whimper, his hand slowly pulling out from under her shirt, concern replacing lust in his gaze.

She shrugged, feigning helplessness. "Burton's orders, yeah? 'Course I really don't have anywhere else to be… so, really it's up to you, Connor."

He cocked his head to the side, meeting her gaze, trying desperately to read the meaning behind her words. She could read the disconnect behind his eyes, his brain muddling through his need versus what he felt was right.

She lifted an eyebrow, rubbing her foot softly up the back of his legs, subtlely pulling herself forward, her fingers moving to the waistband of his jeans. She toyed with the button she found there a moment before releasing it, shifting her focus to the cool metal of the zipper beneath. "What do you want, Connor?" He blinked at her, his fingers tightening at his side as she slowly lowered the zip, freeing his cock at a torturously miniscule pace.

"You," he ground out, reaching forward and twirling a lock of her hair around his fingers, stroking her lovingly even as she teased him without remorse.

"Only me?"

He frowned then, leaning down and pressing his forehead to hers. "Only ever been you, Abby."

As the zipper came down the entire way, his jeans fell easily away from his hips, boxers following suit shortly thereafter. She offered him an encouraging smile as her warm fingers wrapped tightly around his hardness, stroking him gently, drinking in the quiet gasps that escaped his lips.

"What're you gonna want tomorrow?" God, that shouldn't have sounded as husky as it did, she closed her eyes, breathing in deeply, steadying herself; not long now.

He whimpered, "You! Never gonna want anything more than you, Abby." His hands cupped her head, forcing her back to meet his gaze, black with lust but bright and clear. "You stole me heart away; can't live without you, now."

"So, Burton's orders?" She prodded, for once not averting her eyes, even as her cheeks darkened red, and her heart thrust high in her throat.

Her fingers tightened around his cock, stroking him harder, stealing his breath from his lungs even as he leaned towards her, burying his hands in her hair, wrenching a cry from her as he forced her face to an inch from his. "Fuck Burton."

Laughter bubbled past her lips and she leaned backward, squeezing his hard flesh gently. "Good answer."

Abby squealed loudly as Connor grabbed her shirt and pulled it from her body, tossing it to the floor behind him, followed quickly by her small black bra. The second her breasts were bared to his view he ducked his head, suckling one instantly hard nipple between his lips, nipping down on the sensitive bud, rewarding himself with a second breathy squeal, this time of pleasure, wrenched from her lips. His left hand stole down her body and up under her skirt, pausing as his eyebrows rose in surprise.

"No knickers?" His grin was one filled with amazed pleasure, and his dark eyes sparkled wildly in tease.

She laughed breathlessly, spreading her legs for his touch, groaning as one long finger slid easily past her wet folds and deep inside her. "Didn't see a need."

A second finger slid inside her and he stroked her gently, his thumb finding her clit, circling it slowly. His lips moved to hers, swallowing her sudden cry as his tongue dove inside, first exploring and then laying a distinct claim to her mouth as he struggled to kick off the jeans and shorts binding his ankles in place. He pulled his fingers from her body, wrapping them instead around her waist as he lifted her from the table and turned her, forcing her forward. She felt him shiver as he stepped back from her, raising her skirt over her hips, baring her arse to his view. His breath came quicker then, rougher, his lungs battling his heart for dominance in his throat as he lowered his hands almost reverently to her smooth flesh, kneading her bum with his strong, calloused fingers, loving her breathy cries when he stepped closer, pressing his cock between her cheeks, rubbing himself along her crease. He groaned deeply, feeling himself harden to a new standard as he stroked himself along her, pulling back only far enough to adjust his position slightly, finding her dripping pussy with remarkable grace, thrusting forward and burying himself completely in her warm depths.

Her cry echoed around the room followed by his own even as she clenched down tight around him, her heated walls instinctively stretching to accommodate him as he filled her. His nails dug deep into her hips, as he pulled back slowly, ensuring she felt every inch of him sliding out until just the bare tip held her open. A hard thrust and he was back in, thick and deep, driving her body against the cold metal table, grinning as she whimpered beneath him, her eyes tightly closed. All teasing fled from mind at that moment as he picked up a steady rhythm, driving himself through her hot, wet folds over and over, laying claim to her body, feeling her shudder and grow tighter around him. He reached beneath her, finding her clit with a single finger, and one less than gentle rub across it had her screaming, her body clenching down, sending shooting sparks of white heat through his brain as his heart stalled in his chest and his breath froze in his lungs. The moment hung dark and heady before white noise filled his ears, before he buried himself as deeply as humanly possible inside her, before his body released into hers, his fingers digging deeper and deeper into her flesh, knowing that her cries were a mixture of pleasure and the pain from the marks he knew he was leaving on her body, knowing that she wouldn't mind.

He whimpered as he felt himself soften within her, sliding free before he'd even had the chance to catch his breath. He leaned forward, his body heavy against hers as he kissed a soft trail up her spine, pulling a final series of shivers from her panting body. When he felt his legs would somewhat hold his body weight, he moved back, stepping away from Abby, watching as she stretched and straightened, turning to flash him what was perhaps the most wicked grin he'd ever seen on any girl, much less Abby. His knees gave way then, and he found himself sitting suddenly on the ground amongst their discarded clothing, staring up at her in complete awe.

~~TBC