Primeval's Twist (A Primeval/Captain Becker Fan Fiction)

Chapter 15: A Dead Future (part 1)✔️✔️

20/7/15

I don't own any of primeval, it's plot or characters unfortunately. However, Katherina and her family are mine. All credit and rights go to impossible pictures.

So terribly sorry about the last cliffhanger...

Katherina's outfit to the side.

Warning: slight sexual scenes in the beginning here but it isn't really anything. Just thought I'd warn you anyway because I don't want anybody shooting me.

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Katherina's POV:

I woke much the same way today as I did yesterday morning: sun shining in my face and very warm. My head laid on a bed of rock-hard muscle and my legs were entwined with others. I smiled, remembering Becker's unexpected confession last night, unexpected but not unforgettable. His confession was met with happiness incase you didn't already figure it out.

I laid there and listened to Becker's heartbeat, knowing by it's rapid speeding up that he was awake. I chuckled lowly as I trailed a finger over his bare chest, speeding up his heart rate even more.

I opened my eyes and grinned as they came into focus on a slightly red-faced Becker. He narrowed his eyes at my laughter and quickly spun us around, so I lay on my back while he held himself up over me. His legs settled in between mine and his hands held my wrists above my head.

"What's so funny, huh?" He spoke huskily with a sly grin.

"Nothing." I shook my head with an answering grin.

Becker growled lowly.

"You know," he began. "In the 8 months I've known you, there's one thing I've managed to understand..." He trailed off.

I raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"And what's that?"

He opened his mouth like he was going to speak, but instead moved his legs so they straddled mine. He sat up and placed his hands on the curve in my waist. He drew circles with his thumbs on the top of my vest-top (of course we didn't do the frick frack you kinky weirdos) and his grin grew.

Before I could open my mouth to speak, his hands changed shape and instead dug into my sides.

I screamed.

"No!"

I tried to hold back my laughter as his hands attacked more places, moving to my neck and thighs.

"You're ticklish!" He laughed a terribly fake evil laugh as he continued to tickle and pin me down.

"Stop it!" I screamed and laughed at the same time. "I give, I'll do whatever!"

"You will, will you?" He had to shout over my laughter.

"Yes! Please! Just stop it!"

My laughter turned to giggles as he stopped tickling me, his laughter joining my own.

"I quite enjoy mornings like this." He whispered as he leant over to rest his forehead against mine.

"I don't. I preferred yesterday morning when you didn't try to attack me." I smiled.

"Yeah, yeah."

Becker closed the remaining distance between us, his lips pressing softly against mine. I answered his kiss, my hands drifting to tug at his hair and his own hands cradling my face. I moved my tongue to tickle his lips, but he chuckled and refused to open. I purposely moved one hand from his hair and trailed it down his bare back, trailing over his muscles and coming to a few lumps and bumps that shouldn't be there. I knew what the rough skin was though, as the same was reflected in my own skin: scars. I gently trailed my fingers over any scars they could find, caring for them as one should. My demonstration caused Becker to groan lowly and shiver, his mouth opening. I took advantage and tangled my tongue with his, smiling as he shifted so that his legs were in between mine again. He broke his mouth from mine and instead trailed open-mouthed kisses down my cheek, to my jaw and then my neck. He reached the bottom of my neck before sliding his hands under my backside whilst he sucked the tender skin lightly. I gasped lowly and clawed as his back, my own back arching. He chuckled again and changed to kisses.