primeval100

Title: Teach Me
Word Count: 100
Rating: R/NC-17
Challenge: 111 - Pride
Characters/Pairing: Nick/Stephen
Warnings: Slash, mention of naughty bits.
Spoilers: None. (Also, I haven't seen the second half of S2 or S3 yet. So please don't reverse spoil, either! D:
Authors Notes: I've been wrestling the last few days with the second half to a fic I have posted in my main journal (Here, for those interested--warning: It's long) which was basically a giant round of smut. I haven't written any in awhile and it was giving me some trouble...so to try and get the feel for it, I wrote the following drabble. Just to get myself in the mindset, and to figure out the mood I wanted the scene to have. ^^ And then I looked at it, realized that it actually kind of fit with the prompt, and decided to post it. So enjoy!

He absolutely doesn't want to admit it, but he has no idea what he's doing. He's lying next to Stephen--their naked bodies touching--and his hand wrapped around a piece of anatomy all too familiar to him after these eight years. But different. Alien.

Not his own.

He looks into Stephen's face, his expression uncharacteristically confused, lost. He has to gather up the courage to admit to his failing; he doesn't want to disappoint the man any further than he has already.

"I don't know what I'm doing."

Stephen takes his hand, guides him; gasps at the friction.

"I'll show you."

Title: Lioness

Word Count: 100
Rating: R/NC-17
Challenge: 111 - Pride
Characters/Pairing: Abby/Helen
Warnings: Femslash, fairly graphic.
Spoilers: None. (Also, I haven't seen the second half of S2 or S3 yet. So please don't reverse spoil, either! D:
Authors Notes: I can't be blamed for this one. After ranting on constantly about Primeval fic, my boyfriend challenged me to write a Helen/Abby one. So I did. ...I don't do a lot of femslash, so I apologize in advance for how horrid this is, lol. However, it did give me the chance to use the last aspect of "Pride" that I was hoping to explore, so I guess I gotta thank him for that. ^^ (Posted two in one to keep from flooding your Flists XD)

The lions always send a chill of arousal through her. So beautiful, and perfect---

"Hello, Abby."

A low purr--maybe a growl--Helen's voice. Warning. Dangerous.

Undeniable.

"Helen...no..." Rough, owning lips cover hers, calloused hands touching her everywhere. A bruising kiss. The brush of fingers where she needs them most.

Helen knows she loves the feeling of being hunted.

"Please..." The woman pounces, tearing into her prey with those perfect claws--rough, ruthless, and Abby relishes it.

The pride looks back at her as she pants, pressed against the cold glass.

She cries out in ecstasy as she's devoured.

--because its the lionesses who are the best hunters.