ebonyfeather (ebonyfeather) wrote,

Drabbles: Grand Gestures

Fandom: Primeval
Pairing/s: Connor / Lester
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100 x 4
Notes: For primeval100: challenge 250: Past challenges
Using prompts:191- Honey, I’m home, 53- Picnic, 93- Valentines/anti valentines, 90- Brave new world

Grand gestures

Lester went into the flat and looked around, confused. Usually by now he would have already fallen over Sid and Nancy, and had Connor shout a hello from the lounge. This time there was neither.

“Connor? Are you here?”

There was no sign of anyone at all until he went into the kitchen. In the centre of the table was a little white note, folded in half and propped up with his name on the front.

Reading the card, Lester frowned, puzzled. It simply said, ‘don’t argue, just follow me’ beneath a row of satnav coordinates, all in Connor’s handwriting.


“You have arrived at your destination,” the automated voice told him, as Lester parked the car and got out.

Then he smiled. Not far away, was Connor. He had covered one of the wooden tables in the park with a blanket, set it out with plates and bowls of food. Walking over, he saw Sid and Nancy curled up under the table.

Connor waved, the movement alerting the Diictodons and causing them to scramble up to go and welcome Lester.

“It was supposed to be a picnic, but Sid kept stealing things. I had to move it out of reach.”


Lester petted the Diictodons, glancing around. “Should they be out here? What if someone sees them?”

Connor shook his head. “There’s no one out here but us. Sit down; I made all of your favourites.”

“Not that I don’t appreciate it, but what is this in aid of?”

Now Connor blushed slightly. “Well, you know what today is, right? I wanted to ask you, I mean, if you want… wouldyoubemyvalentine?”

Lester just stared at him for a moment, the idea surprising him. Only now, after all this, did he realise how fond he was of Connor.

“I would be honoured.”


The first time Connor took his hand in public, Lester had backed off, not knowing how people would react to it. He had seen the look on Connor’s face when he did it, too.

He couldn’t help it; he had been brought up to believe that you didn’t show affection in public. It just wasn’t done.

Well times have changed, he decided a few weeks later, cupping Connor’s face in his hands and kissing him lightly, uncaring of the old woman walking by who tutted loudly at them.

“What was that for?”

Lester smiled. “I just wanted to kiss you.”


Tags: fiction: drabble, fiction: slash, james lester / connor temple, tv: primeval
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