Title: Blimey
Author: Firstflier
Characters: Abby Maitland, Connor Temple
Rating: PG
Short summary: Very brief drabble based on Abby's feelings for Connor. My very first attempt at Primeval fanfiction done on an empty Sunday morning.

Dislcaimer:: I do not own Primeval or anything affiliated with it.

Blimey

She hated it. This thing that hung between them. Thick, heavy and completely unwanted.

She wants to take hold of his hand and never let go. She had been so close at Stephen's funeral.

Hadn't she?

She's not sure anymore, the memory washes into something surreal the more she thinks about it. She wishes, more than ever, that she could just sit him down and tell him how she feels because, damn it, she's Abby Maitland and if she's not afraid of prehistoric lizards she sure as hell isn't afraid of Connor Temple.

But maybe she is a little scared of her feelings.

He's her best friend. And if this...thing doesn't work out she couldn't lose him. Not 'hopefully wouldn't', couldn't. Because he has become a permanent fixture in her life. Kind of like that yellow chair she got given years ago and she hated it to begin with but now she couldn't imagine her flat without it.

She's annoyed and maybe a little hurt that he won't say It again. Because she knows she heard him right. He said he loved her.

And not in the platonic, friends kind of way.

In the can't-eat, can't-sleep, reach-for-the-stars, over- the-fence, world-series kind of way.

So she wonders why he won't just say it again. Now that they aren't in a life or death situation she wonders what is so damn scary about three little words.

And yet she can't bring herself to just blurt them out either.

She sits in the flat one rather boring day and cannot stop thinking about Connor's hands. He's gone to a mate's to pick up some DVDs he left there and all she can think about are his hands. It's ridiculous. Really, it is. She doesn't know why she pays so much attention to them but she has noticed them and she thinks she quite approves of them really. All thin, long and quick across a keyboard. She wonders when the last time was that she saw them without those fingerless gloves hiding the knuckles away from prying (her) eyes. The more she thinks about it the madder it makes her because who pays this much attention to hands?! It's stupid.

When Connor walks through the door, slams it (as usual) and jogs up the spiral staircase she's worked herself up into something that can only be described as a frenzy. So the moment he comes within arms length of her, she grabs him somewhat violently and fuses their mouths together. He lets out a small squeak but gets the idea soon enough. It's a rough kiss that he turns gentle when he wraps an arm around her waist and sinks into the delicious decadence of kissing Abby at 4 o'clock on a Thursday afternoon. When they break away the silence is heavy.

Connor lets out a breath, clears his throat and straightens his hat while Abby watches him carefully, still only a breath away. He breaks the silence that hangs between them when he finally looks down at her.

"Blimey."

She smiles because, somehow, it's so Connor.

And that, in her book, is perfect.

~*~ End ~*~

A/N:: Kudos to anyone who can name where the 'love' quote is from. =]