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fredbassettAuthor : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Characters : Ryan, Helen, Lyle
Rating : 18
Disclaimer : Not mine (except Lyle), no money made, don’t sue
Spoilers : None.
Warning: Use of drugs, borderline non-con.
A/N : The remainder of this series can be found here
“Anything you’d like to tell me before Ryan gets here, Mrs C? Like where we might find half a dozen scared school kids and their teacher, maybe?”
“What makes you think I know where they are, Lieutenant?”
“The fact that trouble follows you around like a bad smell, maybe?”
“Has it never occurred that I might follow trouble around trying to prevent it?”
The soldier’s smile held no trace of humour. “Let me think about that one for a microsecond …….. nope, don’t believe you. If you wanted to prevent trouble, you’d have warned us about the anomaly in the Devil’s Crowll.”
“I did. You just didn’t listen.”
“The Plain English Campaign’s clearly passed you by, lady. You sent a cryptic message. I’d hardly call that trying to prevent trouble. A child and two guys died down there. An earlier warning might have helped. I had to dislocate your fucking finger to get anything at all out of you. Remember?”
The look in her eyes told him she did remember.
A vehicle came to a rapid halt in the yard outside the cottage and car doors slammed, noisily and carelessly.
Ryan came through the door, already questioning, “Lyle, you said you had something ………..” his voice trailed off in surprise and he came to an abrupt halt, eyes rapidly becoming as cold as his soaking wet clothing. “Helen. What an unexpected pleasure.” He shot a quick glance at Greg Thornton. “Recognise her?”
The other man nodded. His face grim.
“Am I under arrest?” Helen Cutter demanded, addressing her question to Calum Richards.
The DCI shook his head. “We’d just like a few words, ma’am, if that’s all right with you?”
“And what if it isn’t?”
“Then you can have a chat with my superior and register your complaints later. Just one thing, though, the teacher that’s missing? She’s my Superintendent’s sister. He’s very fond of her. So how about you tell us something that might help us get them back?”
“I want to talk to my husband.” Helen’s expression contained something dangerously close to smugness.
Lyle’s eyes flickered over to Ryan.
Ryan’s smile was anything but pleasant. “Bad luck. There’s lousy mobile coverage round here. Talk to me, instead.”
“No.”
“Shall I fetch Ditzy?” Lyle’s question dropped into the silence like a stone.
The policeman and Helen looked equally puzzled.
The smile on Ryan’s face slid into a feral grin.
Ten minutes later, the medic squeezed a small drop of liquid out of a syringe and asked, “Would one of you do the honours? I’d rather not lose an eye.”
Lyle caught both of the woman’s wrists easily in one hand, her wiry strength no match for his. “Just a little prick with a needle, sweetie.” He caught Ditzy’s eye and grinned, “Well, she’d only have said it if I hadn’t.”
Helen Cutter stared at DCI Richards, her expression challenging. “Are you just going to let them do this?”
“This is a small community, Mrs Cutter. My nephew is missing as well. He’s a nice lad. But he’s got hearing difficulties. So he’s going to find it even harder to survive where they’ve ended up. That’s if he’s even still alive. So right now I’d actually be quite happy to beat the truth out of you myself, but from what I know of it, this method’s probably less painful.”
The policeman turned on his heel and left the room without a backward glance. Greg Thornton followed him, leaving Helen alone with the soldiers.
Ditzy slid the needle home into the crook of Helen Cutter’s arm and pressed the plunger. “Give it ten minutes,” he remarked, picking up his bag.
Lyle released her. Helen sank abruptly to the knees, shaking her head slightly. Less than a minute later, she looked up, anger giving way to a look of faint surprise.
Lyle caught her, just before her head hit the stone floor.
“I’ll take it from here,” said Ryan, softly.
The lieutenant raised one eyebrow carefully, a trick he’d picked up from his lover. Ryan met his gaze calmly.
Lyle felt like he was staring into both barrels of a loaded shotgun. A shiver ran down his spine and it took an effort of will to force himself to remember that the man he was facing was actually someone he trusted with his life. He threw a quick glance at the woman slumped unconscious on the floor. “I said you’d be better off talking to me, but you wouldn’t listen.”
The door closed quietly behind him.
Ryan reached over, turned the key in the lock, and slipped it into one of the pockets of his tac vest.
It actually only took eight minutes before Helen Cutter started to stir. When she opened her eyes, the look of surprise had gone, but the anger hadn’t.
Helen put out a hand and grabbed the back of the large sofa, using it to drag herself upright. Ryan made no move to help.
“What do I need to do to get my daughter back?”
“Try being nice to me. It gets lonely in the past, Ryan.”
“So why stay there?”
“So much to see, so many wonders ………”
“So little time?” The Special Forces captain closed the gap between them in two strides. “You tried that approach on your husband, and it didn’t work with him, either, remember? What is it you really want? If it’s companionship, why didn’t you take Cutter with you eight years ago? I get the impression he would have followed you into hell if you’d asked him. Or why didn’t you come back sooner? Why leave it until now?”
“Come back for what? A procession of pretty students with their brains in their dicks? A husband who was more interested in the past than he was in me? I didn’t have much of an incentive to share, back then. Not with the way he’d been treating me. He ignored me, Ryan. And I was bored.”
Ryan stood unmoving as Helen Cutter came up close and ran one hand along the line of his jaw. Her suntanned fingers felt warm on his cold skin as they slid round to caress his ear. Her dark eyes were still sharp, although the pupils looked more dilated than usual.
“Your attentions last time left a scar. Don’t do that again.”
Her eyes widened and her mouth formed a perfect pout.
The questing fingers slid down along the edge of his ear and she caught the lobe between finger and thumb, feeling the scar from the split left behind by her nails on their previous encounter.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” breathed Ryan, sidestepping and catching her hands in one fluid movement, pulling her round so that her back was pressed hard up against his equipment vest. He dragged her hands round to one side, holding them in a grip that would bruise.
His right hand snaked round her and caught her round the waist. The movement made the front of her shirt gape open. She’d left enough cleavage showing even on a wet day in winter.
Didn’t the bloody woman feel the cold?
The hiss of her indrawn breath was loud in the silence of the cottage. But he noticed that she moved into his grasp, not away from it.
Ryan’s lips twisted into a half smile.
It was time to test a theory.
Ryan’s hand slipped inside her shirt and inside her bra, cold fingers dragging hard tracks across Helen’s breast, nails leaving behind white trails on sun-tanned skin to mark their passing.
Her breathing was more rapid now and she seemed to be squirming into his grip rather than away from it.
He slid his free hand down over the tight, muscular plane of her stomach, flipping open the button on the waistband of her trousers and pulling at the zip. It slid down easily, allowing his hand to drop further.
Eight minutes had passed.
He heard a car pulling into the yard.
Helen stiffened against him.
“Hoping for rescue? Or hoping we won’t get disturbed? Don’t worry, it’d take a platoon to get past Lyle. I repeat, what will it take to make you talk?”
“Sodium Pentothal, presumably,” sneered Helen. “Whatever happened to the Geneva Convention?” She drew in her breath sharply as Ryan’s hand dipped lower. “Aren’t you getting enough of it from Stephen, soldier boy? He can be a coy little bastard at times, though, can’t he? Gone all frigid on you, I expect. He got like that with me, too.” She twisted suddenly in his grip, facing him now, arms snaking round his neck. “I’m lonely, Ryan. Why won’t you believe me? Be nice to me and I’ll help you find them. You can trust me.”
He slid one hand round the curve of her hip, while the other slipped up underneath her shirt again. She felt like a racing greyhound, all smooth flesh and slightly quivering muscle. On balance, Ryan decided he’d rather be stroking a different sort of bitch. One with fur. One less likely to bite.
“Tell me what it’s like back there,” murmured the soldier, directly into her ear, his tongue licking gently at the hollow behind the lobe.
Her hands caught at the back of his tac vest. “Where? The Permian? Forget it, you’ve been there. It’s dry …… harsh …………. the dust gets into your skin. You spend longer looking for water and avoiding the cockroaches than you do admiring the sky. But it’s beautiful, in it’s own way. I’ll give it that. It seems bigger, somehow, more real ………….. more alive. But it’s not a good place to be at night ……..”
Her shudder caught both of them unawares and just for a moment, Ryan’s arms tightened around her.
Helen nuzzled at his neck. “It’s the Cretaceous you want to see, Ryan, the plants are beautiful ………….. plants, flowering for the first time ……………. plants and trees ……………”
Things with fucking great big teeth ……… sorry, lady, not my idea of fun ……… and this isn’t doing much for me either ………
“So where am I going to find them, sweetheart?”
She snuggled closer, steering one of his hands back to her hip. “What makes you think I know?”
He let her take possession of his fingers and guide them downwards, as she pulled back enough to allow him easy access.
“You know more about the anomalies than anyone, Helen. If Lester knew we had you here now, he’d be on his way up before you could say hello.” He slipped his hand between her legs. And felt a long exhalation of breath against his cheek.
“His trained ape’ll have told him by now, I ‘spect.”
“Lyle’s under my command in the field,” Ryan breathed, with less than perfect truth.
His fingers made small, circular movements, drawing a low moan out of her. She sucked hard at the base of his neck, kissing and biting. Ryan was sure she was nowhere near as far gone as she appeared, but she certainly wasn’t entirely faking the arousal, he had ample evidence of that under his fingertips. And as far as he knew, increased lubrication wasn’t a side-effect of the drug.
“I’ll help you. I’ve said I will. I don’t want to be on my own any more, Ryan ………..”
The soldier’s fingers dipped and stroked and he felt a slight tremor start to beat in her thigh muscles, “So tell me where they are, Helen. Just tell me and ……….”
Her head snapped back and she laughed, eyes suddenly bright with malice. “And you’ll do what, Captain? Ride off into the sunset with me and live happily ever after, dumping Blue Eyes by the wayside? Yes, of course you will! You’ll drag me off back to the depths of the bloody Home Office, more like, the way you did last time.”
Fucking useless drug!
Ryan knew from his own experience that there was no such thing as a truth drug, and this proved it yet again. All thiopental did was make the subject more likely to talk, working to weaken a person’s resolve and make them more compliant to pressure. But compliant and Helen weren’t words that sat easily together. It had been worth a try, but it looked like he might need to use more conventional methods ………
His free hand got a grip on her short hair, pulling her teeth out of reach of his flesh. In reaction, her thighs clenched around his other hand, trying to deny him entrance. Ryan laughed, and it wasn’t a pleasant sound. One twist of his wrist was enough to force her legs apart, and one finger slipped easily inside. She was too wet for it to hurt, but her breath hissed sharply between her teeth.
“Is this your idea of being nice?”
His next laugh sent a shiver down her back which he felt, as well as saw.
“When was the last time someone brought you off without you having to do all the work yourself, Helen? Doesn’t that count as nice? Was it with Kermit? I don’t think so. He says you didn’t even untie his hands. You nearly got the lad sent back to base over that little episode, by the way.”
Her pupils were so dilated now that her eyes looked almost black. “I’m surprised you kept him, Captain. Wouldn’t Lester sign the chitty for a replacement?”
Ryan pushed harder with his fingers. Her breath slid out in a gasp and she squirmed, sinking down onto his hand.
“Kermit convinced me he’d have no trouble putting a bullet in you. I rather got the impression he’d enjoy it, actually, given half a chance.”
For a second, he tensed, expecting her to spit in his face, then he felt an involuntary movement from her hips and another tremor in her thighs. On impulse, Ryan kept his fingers moving, rubbing almost hard enough to hurt, and certainly hard enough to make her squirm.
“Tell me where to find them and I’ll stop.”
“What makes you think I want you to stop?” she shot back, through gritted teeth.
“Make your fucking mind up!” His hand twisted hard in her hair. “Where. Are. They ?”
“Enjoying the flowers!”
The Cretaceous? Another of her lies or the truth, for once?
Her next movement ground her hip against his groin, and with a sickening lurch of his own stomach, Ryan realised he was hard. Hard and aching.
Her laughter this time held a tinge of wildness. “Camp out on the fells for the next ten hours and you might just get lucky. That one comes and goes, but it doesn’t stay open for long. You’d better just hope they haven’t strayed far from it on the other side, though ….”
“The same one they went though?” Ryan’s fingers carried on working, still stroking on the wrong side of too hard but he could see the effect it was having on her. He hadn’t been wrong with his earlier guesses. Helen Cutter liked it rough.
Eyes half closed, panting now, mouth slack, tongue moving as though she wanted someone to kiss. Her head strained forward, mouth seeking his. Her hips were shifting into his hand now, demanding more.
“Linked,” she panted, “there are two or three round here that seem linked. Haven’t figured all of the connections out yet, too many nosy bloody locals. Kentmere, Bampton Common, Potter
Ryan froze abruptly. “If you’re lying ……..”
Helen’s hips pushed hard onto his fingers. “It’s the truth, you bastard!”
“It better be, for your sake.” The tone of Ryan’s voice brought her movements to an equally abrupt halt.
She tried to pull away from him, fear leaping into her eyes, but the soldier’s grip held firm. It took no more than half a dozen quick, flickering movements of his finger before she stiffened and cried out, her chest arching against the rough wet material of his tac vest.
Ryan dragged his hand free, pushing her away from him.
She stumbled to the sofa and lay there in a loose limbed sprawl, eyes lingering on the tell-tale bulge in his black combat trousers. “Fuck me, Ryan.” And with those words, she pushed her trousers further down over slim hips.
He dragged a rag from one pocket of his vest and wiped his fingers carefully, before dropping it to the floor. “Yeh, fuck you, Helen.”
Her abuse followed him out of the door.
Shoving the key into Lyle’s hands, he ordered, “Lock that fucking door. Keep Cutter and Hart out until I say so.” With that Ryan rounded the side of the building, heart pounding and stomach churning.
Lyle took one look inside, saw Helen Cutter, trousers shoved down to her thighs, face creased into ……… laughter? ………….tears? …………. both? ………..then he dragged the door closed, turned the key in the lock and followed Ryan, leaving a stunned looking Kermit to face whoever arrived next.
The Special Forces captain slammed the knuckles of one hand hard into the rough stone wall of the cottage. The other hand followed suit, splitting skin to the bone.
Lyle grabbed his wrist before Ryan could do himself any more damage. “What the fuck just happened?”
Ryan’s stomach lurched again and he just managed to grind out the words, “Gave her the best fucking orgasm of her life, I think,” before proceeding to be violently sick. When the heaving finally subsided, Ryan straightened up and dragged a sleeve across his mouth. “I didn’t rape her, if that’s what you’re asking.”
Lyle shook his head, “It wasn’t. I served in
Ryan shrugged helplessly. “I wish I fucking knew, Jon. I’m going to talk to Connor. Get her straightened up, if you can, but don’t let either Cutter or Hart see her until the drug wears off.”
“Neither of them are back yet. The car you heard was Claudia’s.”
Ryan glanced at his watch. It was now the best part of an hour since he’d phoned his lover. Ample time for Stephen to have got back here and joined the party.
So where the fuck was he?
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Date: 2008-02-15 02:12 pm (UTC)Sex is still far more Helen's weapon than Ryan's, and he'd do well to remember that. It will be interesting to see what price Ryan has to pay for the information he has gained here. Because Ryan has just handed Helen the emotional equivelant of a loaded gun. And sometime soon, when she has either Stephen or Nick in the right place at the right time, Helen is going to use it.
Nicely done!
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Date: 2008-02-15 02:20 pm (UTC)Yes, I'd certainly call it a score-draw. And loaded guns and Helen really, really should be kept apart ............... But Ryan may find himself with a most unexpected ally at some point in all of this ..........
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Date: 2008-02-15 03:25 pm (UTC)And where is Stephen? Fic-teasing again! :D
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Date: 2008-02-15 03:34 pm (UTC)Stephen? Now that'd be telling ..........
And yes, juggling rattlesnakes would almost certainly be easier and safer!
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Date: 2008-02-15 04:20 pm (UTC)Devil's Crowll was fascinating, as is this one. Really enjoying it. You have the characters down perfectly. I felt sorry for poor Ryan in this. Hopefully Stephen will be along soon to offer him some comfort.
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Date: 2008-02-15 04:35 pm (UTC)Hmmm, Stephen .........I'm afraid young Stephen has a few problems of his own, right now ..........
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Date: 2008-02-15 10:25 pm (UTC)This is of course always assuming that Stephen isn't stuck down a mine or in the Cretaceous or something... (is this possible Stephen-in-peril I sense coming? *bats eyelids encouragingly)
Oh, and as always, a shout out for Lyle!
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Date: 2008-02-15 10:34 pm (UTC)and git outta ma heid, womman, you're doing it again!(no subject)
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Date: 2008-02-16 12:35 am (UTC)Interesting way of getting the 'truth' out of someone. And I liked Ryan's reactions, much more real than having him unmoved.
I am however (being more a Stephen fan than a Ryan) all a-twitter about were the 'great hunter' has gone and lost himself. I must 'fess up that I did wonder if he was going to end up risking his neck to try and get the kids back - given the inferiority complex we know he has when it comes to himself and his lovers.
And I loved the side note on the relationship between Lyle and Lester again, especially the implication that Ryan can't guarantee whose orders his friend would obey. Neatly done!
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Date: 2008-02-16 10:59 am (UTC)And I do seem to have got the Stephen fan's all of a twitter, LOL!
The Ryan/Lyle dynamic is a complex one here. Technically, in this fic-verse, Lyle commands an independent unit, used to back-up Ryan and his lads when needed, but the chain of command in this particular situation is more than a little complicated, to say the least, as although Ryan out-ranks Lyle, he's too close to the current situation to call all the shots, and yes, Lyle is reporting directly to Lester. So you're right, Ryan's got no guarantee here at all that Lyle will obey him, if push comes to shove.
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Date: 2008-02-16 05:02 am (UTC){{Ryan}}
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Date: 2008-02-17 04:18 am (UTC)As for this particular episode; when I saw your tag lines I almost didn't read it, but figured I'd trust you. This works on so many levels; hot revenge, cold necessity, conflicted emotions and the rest.
Looking forward to the conclusion, but anticipating a long ride,
best,
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Date: 2008-02-17 11:46 am (UTC)A few people I didn't know who've been reading have popped in and said hello recently, which has been lovely, so thanks a lot!
I wondered if the warnings would lose people, so I'm glad you stayed with it. This one does seem to be longer than I'd originally intended, and opportunities for smut don't seem to be presenting themselves right now, but I'm glad you're still enjoying it :)
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Date: 2008-02-17 12:53 pm (UTC)Nasty Ryan, but hey, you don't get into the SF by being Mr Nice Guy.
And Stephen has his own problems....? Would one of them be the fact he doesn't understand/forgive Ryan for what he just did to Helen? Not that he's a jealous boy, of course, but he's Ryan's plaything, not the bitch from hell.
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Date: 2008-02-17 12:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-18 04:24 pm (UTC)But where's Stephen! :O
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Date: 2008-02-18 06:18 pm (UTC)LOL, they don't like each other, do they!
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Date: 2008-02-20 08:30 am (UTC)That was whole pile darker than your ususal stuff, although considering the theme and the plot to this particular series, the whole thing has been erring on the dark side.
Ryan's interogation techniques are... interesting. And kinda warped. And after all that he *still* doesn't know where the kids are. Again... meep.
BTW, I did actually read this on Sunday, but it was very late and I failed to comment, and then forgot that I'd failed to comment. Sorry.
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Date: 2008-02-20 05:16 pm (UTC)I'm glad to have got this chapter out of the way, though. It's been in my head for a bloody long time, and it was a hard one to write.
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Date: 2008-02-23 06:07 pm (UTC)I hope Stephen is alright!
Actually I really do hope Stephen is alrihgt in tonight season 2 final episode... *is very nervous*
I have just realised, I have caught up with everyone now...I am now going to have to resort to begging for new chapters aren't I?
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Date: 2008-02-23 06:16 pm (UTC)And yes, you've caught up, but unfortunately, two weeks of blocked ears and deafness has really put a stop to any writing, so now I'm back in action, I need to get some more done soon.
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Date: 2008-03-13 05:10 pm (UTC)So, I think everyone knew that something bad was going to happen when they left Ryan in the room with Helen. I don't think Ryan understood himself just what he was setting himself up for mind you, he may have won this round but we've all see just how brash Helen is. This might just be biting Ryan in the ass soon.
But yeah, it's a touchy thing and you know that I took a little while to get my head around it myself. I do invest far too much with the characters and it's troublesome sometimes when they need to take drastic action.
The interaction at the end between Lyle and Ryan was really good, both of them realise that Cutter and Stephen are going to be mildly conflicted about this, since we really don't know much about how either men feel about Helen any more. Hopefully Helen won't be able to destroy too much here - maybe enough for slow/sexy/make-up shags?
Yeah, Stephen kinda knows how to end up in trouble, don't he? Oh well, Ryan to the rescue?
[Amanda and Helen should totally tussle. there's no way that woman was married to Ryan for however long they were without picking up a few things. she needs to go all momma bear on Helen's ass for sure!]
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Date: 2008-03-14 08:40 pm (UTC)Your comment about Amanda made me smile and I think you'll see why in the next scenes witb her :)
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Date: 2008-06-05 01:53 pm (UTC)I agree this is a hard subject to do (I just played out a vaguely similar scene in online RPG) but you did it so well I can't believe you had reservations about posting it and I would second an earlier comment in that I wouldn't have bothered with the drug, just beat it out of her (generously interspersed with the other naturally)
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Date: 2008-06-05 02:41 pm (UTC)Beating the crap out of her just didn't seem like Ryan's style, and whether either he or Lyle (remembering the dislocated finger episode)would go further in different circumstances remains to be seen. I don't think these two have finished in their interactions with Helen in this fic-verse by a long way, that's for sure.
This series is finished now and all posted, as are a couple of follow ups, so I'll be interested in hearing what you think of the rest, if you ever get time to catch up!
Hope life is treating you well in the meantime :)
The whole RPG thing fascinates me, although I've never done any. Maybe when I ever get more time to play with, I'll head in that sort of direction and get involved.
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Date: 2008-06-05 03:02 pm (UTC)I have your fic list close at hand, so I hope to be able to do some more catching up (in fact I was so engrossed earlier I was very nearly late picking up my sons from school)
Life's good, just been away backpacking (wrenched a muscle in my back, but it's fine now) Looking forward to the next trip (whenever)
I have to confess it's getting so involved in the RPG that I'm falling behind on my fic reading :( However, I highly recommend the activity and should you ever have time and feel the urge, pop along to Salroth dot com and say Early Bird sent you :)
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Date: 2008-06-05 03:14 pm (UTC)I'll take a look, thanks :)
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Date: 2009-01-14 01:35 am (UTC)Loved his reactions afterwards, though. Very fitting.
So where the fuck is Stephen? *wanders off to find out*
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Date: 2009-01-14 06:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-25 02:39 pm (UTC)Go Lyle! Go Lyle! *sighs* I love him. *g*
“Then you can have a chat with my superior and register your complaints later. Just one thing, though, the teacher that’s missing? She’s my Superintendent’s sister. He’s very fond of her. So how about you tell us something that might help us get them back?”
Small towns and farmers FTW!!!!
“I said you’d be better off talking to me, but you wouldn’t listen.”
Uh-oh?
Didn’t the bloody woman feel the cold?
The Cleavage of Doom must make an appearance in all weathers!
He slid his free hand down over the tight, muscular plane of her stomach, flipping open the button on the waistband of her trousers and pulling at the zip. It slid down easily, allowing his hand to drop further.
Wha, what? OMG *jaw drops*
Don’t worry, it’d take a platoon to get past Lyle.
*grins*
On balance, Ryan decided he’d rather be stroking a different sort of bitch. One with fur. One less likely to bite.
LOL!
Fucking useless drug!
It is Helen we're talking about here, Ryan...
“Gave her the best fucking orgasm of her life, I think,” before proceeding to be violently sick. When the heaving finally subsided, Ryan straightened up and dragged a sleeve across his mouth. “I didn’t rape her, if that’s what you’re asking.”
Poor Ryan. I think they should call it a draw.
Umm, BTW sorry for the extremely long comments, I can't help it! *g*
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Date: 2009-02-25 02:45 pm (UTC)This scene was the only one I had in my head when I embarked on this Epic. And you're right, I think it counts as a score draw.
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Date: 2009-05-15 09:38 pm (UTC)Where has our Stephen got himself? Off to find out in next part?
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