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A/N: after a number of weeks trapped together, Abby and Danny are growing increasingly closer. Comments and reviews would be nice, hint hint!
Abby wasn't comfortable with the fact that she and Danny had slipped into stereotypical gender roles in the way that they had over the days and weeks that passed, but it made sense. Danny had become quite an accomplished hunter; and he could catch several fish a day. Abby couldn't quite bring herself to kill anything; especially anything resembling a lizard, and that held her back. She had become the domesticated one; the homemaker and cook. She had learnt how to smoke the extra fish that Danny caught so that they would be preserved and could be eaten on days when he didn't catch anything.
Whilst Danny was out getting food, Abby would look after their living area. She had woven mattresses from vines and branches; filling the gaps with moss to make them relatively soft, and had fashioned plates and bowls from pieces of wood. She was determined that they should keep some form of civilised life and not live like savages. She also insisted they had a proper meal time each evening, and although Danny occasionally sulked if he'd not had a good day hunting she knew he appreciated a little touch of normality too.
They had also become very comfortable around each other; the shyness and embarrassment of the first few days completely gone. There was no room for embarrassment when they had to spend pretty much every minute together. After the night it had rained, Danny slept in the cave with Abby, mostly top-to-toe, but occasionally they'd sit chatting and fall asleep with their heads resting on each other.
Abby took her usual morning stroll down to the lake where Danny was already trying to catch fish. He'd taken to stripping off down to his boxers and wading in waist deep. "The fish are bigger the further in you go." He said. She sat on some rocks near the shore, watching him for a few minutes. She noticed he'd become quite muscular, all the swimming and hunting were doing him good. He was stood still, his spear poised to attack at any second, his muscles taut and looking extremely well defined as the sun shone on them.
Smiling to herself, she stripped off her clothing down to her underwear and waded into the cooling waters. She swam, keeping a little distance from Danny so as not to disturb any fish nearby. She looked over in his direction occasionally, checking to see if he was having any luck with the fish. Once or twice she thought she saw him watching her and then turn away when he realised she had seen him.
She rolled in the water so that she was floating on her back. Looking up into the sky above, she noted that there wasn't a cloud in the sky, and even in the cool water she could feel the warmth of the sun on her skin. Sighing happily, she lost herself for a moment. She was back home and it was summer; swimming in the ocean at some secluded beach resort.
Suddenly, something was grabbing her around the waist and she squealed. It was Danny. "I knew you weren't paying attention!" he laughed.
"Idiot!" Abby yelled, thumping his chest playfully. They began to chase and splash each other, their laughter filling the air. It had been a while since they'd allowed themselves a moment of fun, and it felt good. Danny had grabbed her leg and she was trying to pull away, but his grip was too strong. He pulled her towards him, wrapping his arms around her waist. She turned and stood upright, and found herself being pulled even closer to him. Her heart began to pound hard and fast, her throat went dry and she was suddenly very conscious of how little clothing they were both wearing.
"Abby." Danny rasped, making her look up at him. As their eyes met, Abby felt her knees go weak. Danny leaned into her, pressing his lips against hers and his hands softly caressing the curve of her hip. Abby returned his kiss, her arms circling his body and pressing herself against him. It was warm and tender, nothing like the lust filled kiss they'd shared that first week.
Danny deepened the kiss; his tongue softly pushing against Abby's lips asking for entry. She responded, allowing him in and her own tongue dancing with it. His hand moved to cup her breast and Abby pushed closer still into him, feeling his arousal against her stomach. She let out a sigh of contentment; she wanted this, it felt right.
Suddenly, Danny pulled away and broke the connection. "I'm sorry. I don't know where that came from. I shouldn't have..." he was swimming away towards the shore.
"Danny, its fine. Danny..." Abby called after him. She began to follow.
"I should check the traps." He was saying, now wading in the shallower water. Abby stopped and just stared in dismay. What had just happened? He was practically running to get away, grabbing his clothes and pulling them on as he headed into the woods.
-o-
The sun was beginning to set, and Abby was getting increasingly concerned. She hadn't seen Danny all day since they had kissed. He was the one that had always insisted neither of them should go anywhere outside the area they considered safe alone. He had his spear with him, but that was little comfort to her. What if something had happened to him?
She had spent the day trying to make sense of what happened earlier. What was so wrong with her that meant men couldn't kiss her? First Connor couldn't bring himself to return her kiss, and now Danny was running away when she responded to his! She'd felt very close to Danny the last few weeks; he was all she had now and her one connection to the life she used to have. She'd sensed things were slowly changing between them; an exchange of looks, the slightest of touches, a smile. Sometimes at night, she had been woken by soft groaning noises. Danny would be outside the cave, and it didn't take a genius to work out what he was doing. On more than one occasion, she found herself sliding her hand inside her knickers; her own soft groans matching Danny's. She was certain he would have heard her, but it was something they never spoke of.
She paced around, trying to decide what she should do. She had to think of her own safety first; it was beginning to get dark and that was the most dangerous time. With no weapon or torch, she'd be a fool to venture any further than the perimeter of the clearing. Just as she was on the verge of going anyway, she heard footsteps.
"Danny?" she called. He appeared, looking exhausted. "Where the hell have you been?"
"Sorry." He mumbled, unable to meet her eyes. "Spent most of the day tracking a creature that looked like a deer. I figured it might be quite tasty."
"I thought something had happened to you!" Abby was by his side, putting her arm around his waist. He pushed her away. "I was worried."
"Sorry. I lost track of time." He slumped down on the rock by the fire. "I didn't catch anything today."
"It's OK. We still have some smoked fish. It won't take long to cook." Abby said. All she wanted was to hug him, relieved he was OK, but she knew he would just push her away. Instead she set about cooking, trying to focus on that and not on how she was feeling.
They ate in silence, and afterwards Danny just stood up and crawled into the cave. Abby had had enough, she was going to make him talk to her. She had to try and understand what had happened this morning.
"OK, Danny. What's wrong?" she demanded, crawling in beside him. He had his back to her.
"Nothing, I'm just tired. You know what I'm like when I fail to catch something for us to eat." He said, without turning round.
"It's not that though is it? You're the one that said we shouldn't hide anything from each other. What was all that about at the lake today? One minute we were kissing and the next you're running away!"
He rolled over onto his back; still not making eye contact, but at least it made talking a little easier. He took a deep breath. "We can't allow ourselves any distractions or complications out here. One day we will have to go back to our real lives, and that will be a hell of a lot easier if we..." he stopped.
"What if we never get home?" Abby said. "We could die tomorrow, and you're willing to deny yourself something that could make the time here a little more bearable?"
"And we could find an anomaly tomorrow and you'll fall into Connor's arms and tell him you love him. How can you do that if we give in to ..."
"Why don't you let me decide what I can and can't do?" Abby interrupted. "I stopped thinking more than a few hours ahead ages ago. Here and now is all that matters." She rested her hand on Danny's arm. He closed his eyes. "Is it me?"
He opened his eyes and looked at her for the first time since he'd come back. "No, it's not you. You're a beautiful, sexy, intelligent woman and I have no business even thinking about you as anything other than a friend."
"In case you've forgotten, we have already slept together. I didn't exactly push you away earlier either." Her voice lowered to a whisper and she moved closer, pressing her body against his. "I liked it when you kissed me." She pressed her lips on his, lingering for a moment before pulling back. "I liked it when you touched me." She took his hand and guided it to her breast, sighing as she felt his touch.
"Don't do this to me, Abby." Danny whispered back, trying to pull his hand away. Abby grabbed his wrist.
"I want this, Danny. I want you and you want me." Abby purred.
Danny pulled her towards him with his free hand and kissed her, their lips crushing together and limbs entwining. His hand slid under her t-shirt and pushed aside the thin fabric of her bra, grabbing her breast roughly as he rolled her onto her back and lay on top of her.
"Abby... are you sure about this?" he gasped.
"Yes." She breathed. "But if we do this, we do it properly. I don't just want a quickie and we roll over and go to sleep like last time, pretending it never happened." She could feel her heart pounding so hard she was certain he would be able to feel it too.
"I promise you, this will be everything you want and maybe more." Danny growled, as his lips crushed hers again and his hand slid inside her jeans...
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The sun slowly began to rise on a new day in the Creataceous era. Two bodies entwined, exhausted, satisfied, sweat glistening in the soft light of the dawn. It certainly wasn't "a quickie" and it was more than just sex to scratch an itch. Abby almost believed they were making love; she had certainly never felt like this before. She had closed her eyes; not wanting the moment to end, and drifted into a contented sleep wrapped in Danny's arms.
Damn it! it's so hard keeping this T rated lol! For those who like this sort of thing, I've now written a "missing reel" for this - it's in the M section ;)