fredbassett

Title : Silk and Steel, Part 36
Authors : fredbassett & munchkinofdoom
Fandom : Primeval
Characters : Blade/Annie Morris
Rating : 18
Disclaimer : Not ours, no money made, don’t sue
Spoilers : None.
Summary : Blade gets a surprise when he accompanies Professor Morris home.
Warning : Slave!fic!

Blade stood ready, high up on the ramp, looking down watchfully on the scene below. The reinforcements, almost shockingly pristine in their clean uniforms, stood at attention around their commanding officer – who didn't seem to be making much of an impression on Lyle, from what Blade could make out from this distance. This was fine by him. Captain Thomson hadn't made much of an impression on Blade either.

The release of tension still thrummed through his nerves, making him jumpy, and Blade glanced down to find he was clenching and unclenching his hands around the thin railing, completely without conscious thought. Exerting control over his errant fingers, he stepped away from the rail, standing at ease, his rifle a comforting weight, secured to the front of his equipment vest.

He felt eyes on him and turned to find his gaze caught by that of Professor Morris. "Ma'am," Blade said, politely, uncertain of her mood after such a bloody night. "I have orders to see you safely home."

Professor Morris tilted her head a little, a quiet, tired smile growing. "How am I ever going to get you to call me Annie, dear?"

Blade returned her smile. "I'll try to remember, ma'am."

Her smile widened at that, and she shook her head ruefully. "Well, be that as it may. So, shall we get a move on then?"

Blade nodded his assent and waved the Professor down the ramp to the ground floor. Picking their way across the debris-covered tiles of the atrium, they had almost made it to the large, open doors of the main entrance when they were stopped by Lyle's call.

Blade reached forward, touching his hand to the Professor's arm to halt her forward progress, and turned to wait for his lieutenant. All things considered, he was amazed that Lyle was still on his feet and not in the back of the helicopter which was now well on its way to the local hospital. Lyle had argued with Ditzy, right up until the chopper's doors had closed, that he was going to leave the siege survivors to the tender mercies of Captain Thomson and his goons over his dead body. Ditzy, in turn, has promised that such a fate could be arranged. Lyle had just grinned, given him the finger, and darted back to watch the helicopter lift from the snow-shrouded grounds of the ARC.

Now, no more than ten minutes later, Lyle looked, to Blade, to be fast running out of his second wind. But he shrugged to himself. There was nothing to be gained by calling his mate on his bloodied and battered state – Blade had long since learned the futility of trying to divert Lyle from his chosen course.

"You got enough ammo?" asked Lyle, cutting straight to the chase. Blade just glared pointedly and said nothing. Lyle grinned, clapped him on the arm, and turned to Annie Morris. "Blade is going to be staying with you, ma'am, until I can get him relieved."

It was obvious that Lyle did not include Thomson and his men as suitable relief.

"If you feel that is necessary, lieutenant," Annie smiled.

Lyle inclined his head politely, "Just a precaution, ma'am," and then he turned his attention back to Blade. "Be good, and don't do anything I wouldn't do," he joked quietly, low enough to carry only to Blade and not beyond.

Blade looked at his superior officer for a moment, then shrugged wryly. After the bloody carnage of the past hours, he suspected the remainder of the night was going to entail nothing more adventurous than tucking the Professor safely into bed and finding a comfortable spot in which to keep himself awake until whoever Lyle dragged out of their sick bed to relieve him arrived on the scene.

Lyle's tired grin widened at Blade's confused look. "Just stay on the ball long enough for me to drag Finn's arse out of bed, okay?"

Blade glared at what sounded to him like a slur. But Lyle just shook his head at him, grinning, and shooed them off with a parting, "Kids these days, no idea at all."

Turning back to Professor Morris, Blade found himself pinned by her speculative stare. "Ma'am?"

"Nothing, dear," she answered, "but I do wish you'd call me Annie. Now, shall we go?"

The drive to the Professor's home was a quiet one, and Blade had begun to suspect she had fallen asleep. Casting a quick glance in her direction, he saw that she was settled comfortably in the government-issue Land Rover's passenger seat, her head tucked into the corner between the headrest and the window, her arms drawn tightly against her chest, and Blade was concerned for a moment that she was cold.

It had been a long, harrowing night, and the last thing Annie Morris needed, he thought, was to suffer post-trauma induced shock. Reaching forward, he turned up the heat, directing the vents in her direction, and saw one eye open slightly to look at him.

Silently, Blade returned his hand to the steering wheel, and the watchful eye closed. He sighed, relieved that his charge was still alert at this stage, but he'd much rather she'd slept through until they were safely at her front door.

Finally, he pulled the car into a quiet suburban driveway, cut the engine, and sat for a moment, staring out the window at the still, predawn sky. Shaking himself, he slid from the driver's side, walked around the car, his eyes alert for movement in the dark, and lifted his hand to knock gently on the passenger side window. Only to find pale blue eyes watching him, Annie Morris's face just a faint hint of colour in the darkness.

Blade opened the door and she slid out quietly, not a word spoken between them, and he kept close as they approached her front door. Taking the key from her chilled fingers, Blade touched a finger to his lips in warning, opening the door silently and preceded her into the darkened house, moving forward to turn on lights and check the rooms before allowing the Professor to venture out of his sight.

Finally, satisfied that the house was safe, the pair came to a natural halt in the kitchen, watching companionably as the kettle boiled. Rousing herself when the water was ready, Annie Morris set about finding mugs.

"Tea or coffee, dear?"

"Tea, please, ma'am."

Handing a full mug over, indicating milk and sugar with a brief nod of her head, Professor Morris eyed him for a moment, looking up through her lashes. "Are you hungry, Niall?"

"No, ma'am."

"Truce, Niall? It's been a very, very long day, and we are both tired. Can we dispense with the formalities?" Her words were soft and Blade took a long swallow of the hot tea, giving himself time to decide his response.

Professor Morris sighed at his obvious delaying tactics. "So be it, dear."

Blade lowered his mug, careful not to make eye contact. "It wouldn't be seemly, ma'am."

'Must we be seemly?"

Lifting his head at those soft words, Blade was caught by the Professor's regard. Her stare was intent, speculative, and Blade swallowed, a brief shiver raising the short hairs on the back of his neck. Apprehension? Anticipation? He didn't know.

The Professor broke eye contact for a moment, placing her mug on the bench, and then she took the few steps required to stop in front of him, face to face. Holding his gaze, she slowly reached up to his throat, gently, as if approaching a skittish animal. Her fingers came to rest softly on his collar, taking care not to touch his flesh.

Blade swallowed, feeling the thin band of metal bob as his throat moved, the Professor's fingers moving lightly in tune with the slight movement.

"Are you asking or ordering, ma'am?"

Professor Morris withdrew her hand and tilted her head to one side, a small smile growing. "Asking, Niall. Only asking."

Blade bowed his head, closing his eyes and bringing his breathing under control. A bare moment later, he raised his head and replied, softly but clearly, "Then the answer is yes."

"There will be no repercussions if you don't want this, Niall," she whispered in reassurance.

Blade sighed, and placed his own mug on the bench beside the cup abandoned by the Professor. "I know what I'm doing, ma'am."

"Annie."

"Professor," Blade smiled.

"You win this round, dear, but only because I'm tired," she replied, her smile returning. Then she reached up, stroking her hand softly down his cheek before sliding it around to the back of his neck to pull him down to within her reach. She tilted her head up and pressed her lips softly to his, sighing as Blade opened his mouth in response.

Blade watched her eyes close as he tasted the soft echo of tea on her breath, and then, as her tongue gently searched for his, Blade decided it was long past time to stop thinking and start doing.

Closing his eyes to better concentrate on the feel of the woman who was soon going to be his bed partner, Blade tilted his head a little to the side, fitting himself flesh to flesh, careful not to bump noses or teeth, simply intent on being whatever she needed him to be.

Finally, they had to pull away enough to breathe, and Annie Morris smiled softly at him, her eyes bright and unfocussed. "Bed, dear?"

"Soon," whispered Blade, softening his refusal with the strength of his arms around her. "Lyle will have my head if I slack off before Finn gets here."

Professor Morris laughed, "Yes, it would be embarrassing to be found with our pants around our feet by our rescuers. So, when can we expect our good Samaritan to arrive?"

Blade checked his watch. "I'd guess another ten minutes or so."

Leaning in again, the Professor kissed him. "Then I shall go and slip into something more comfortable. Like a shower," she laughed. Then, with one last, lingering slide of fingers across Blade's cheek, she turned and headed out of the kitchen.

Reaching the door, she stopped for a moment, smiling, and sighed regretfully. Blade smiled back at her, and with that, she was off, her soft footfalls whispering on the carpeted stairs.

To the distant accompaniment of running water, Blade did a final check on the doors and windows of the semi-detached house, finally pulling out his mobile phone as he stopped by a window.

"Where are you, mate?" he asked Finn, when the soldier answered.

"Just pulling up."

Blade saw headlights flash on and off again. "Yeah, I can see you. Are you coming in?"

"Nope. The boss says two's company, three's a crowd."

Blade groaned and rested his head against the chilled glass of the window. "Why do I never see it coming?"

"That's because you're the beauty of this outfit. Ditzy's the brains, I'm the brawn and Kermit's the baby."

"What does that make Lyle?"

"The bollocks," Finn laughed. "Lyle has bigger nuts than an elephant."

Blade groaned again, then heard the water upstairs turn off. "I have to go, mate. Yell if you need anything."

"Be good!" And with that, Finn was gone and Blade was alone. Turning, he regarded the staircase before him. Nodding to himself, turning off all but the hallway light as he went, Blade made his way up the stairs to the woman who was waiting for him.

He wanted this. The slow burn building in his belly was proof of that, but, even so, his nerves were still on edge. Wiping suddenly clammy hands on his trousers, he approached the softly lit room at the end of the landing and went inside.

She was sitting naked, in the middle of the bed, the low illumination from the bedside table lamps turning the pale skin of her bare shoulders, showing above the bedclothes, to gold.

"Professor," Blade said softly, standing in the doorway, undecided for the moment about what to do.

"I don't bite, dear," Annie Morris said, then added impishly, "unless you want me to." Letting go of the duvet with one hand, she patted the bed beside her. "Come and sit with me, Niall. Unless you'd like to shower first?"

"That might be a good idea."

"Straight through there, dear," she pointed to a door adjoining the darkened room. "There are towels in the cupboard."

Blade smiled at her, mentally kicking himself for being so apprehensive. Professor Morris was little more than half his size, therefore of no threat to him, and he wanted this. His nerves still thrummed with the after-effects of the attack on the ARC, and he knew that the release of tension gained through a sexual encounter would be just as beneficial for him as it would be for her. But, he reminded himself, Professor Morris was free. And he was collared.

The water ran hot over his back and shoulders, almost scalding, and Blade could feel his muscles begin to loosen. Washing quickly, he gave himself one long, last moment under the heat of the water before turning off the taps and drying himself methodically.

Leaving his clothing neatly folded on the side of the bath, he wrapped a towel around his hips and peered into his pack, quickly finding his knife and a packet of condoms and nodding in satisfaction. Taking up the small pack, he looked at himself briefly in the still slightly fogged mirror and saw only what he expected, what he allowed to be seen. A capable, assured soldier, fit, toned. Who was also half naked and collared. Smiling ruefully at that last thought, he turned to leave the ensuite bathroom, switching off the light as he went.

"Come to bed, Niall," Annie Morris invited, patting the bed beside her again. Blade walked over to the bed, kneeling to place his pack on the floor beside it. Smiling reassuringly at her, he pulled out his knife and quickly slipped it under the pillow. Standing up, he was met with her amused gaze. "Still on the job, dear?"

"Always, ma'am."

"I shall be suitably reassured, then."

Reaching toward the bedside lamp, he looked at her questioningly.

"No, dear. I want to see you," she smiled up at him. "I don't often have the opportunity to enjoy such a beautiful young man in my bed, so I intend to make the most of it."

The Professor pulled the bedclothes back for him, and Blade dropped the towel and slid in beside her, sitting almost face to face. He lifted his hand, stopping just short of her jaw, and waited for her nod. With permission given, he cupped her head gently in one hand and leaned forward, using his other hand to balance himself as he brought his lips to hers.

Their eyes closed almost in unison as mouths opened, and they gave themselves over to the sensation of being safe, cocooned in soft light and warmth. Their kisses grew bolder, her hands rising to hold his head in position as she delved further into his mouth, exploring his teeth and palate with her tongue before inviting his to follow hers in retreat.
Finally, wrapping his free arm around her, Blade lowered the Professor to the bed, propping himself up on his elbow beside her. She looked up at him, her eyes bright with passion and her lips a dark bruise in the pale light of the lamps, her face softly shadowed by his form above her.

Lowering himself, careful to keep his full weight from pressing on her, Blade kissed her again, then trailed his lips damply down to her jaw, and across to her throat, sucking gently on the pulse point.

Annie Morris's chuckle vibrated through him as she spoke, "James will be most intrigued, tomorrow, if you leave a love-bite, dear."

"Shall I stop?"

Her chuckle blossomed into a full laugh, which changed timbre to a moan as he returned to the pulse point, sucking strongly. "I have nothing to be ashamed of, Niall. A beautiful young man marked me? My good fortune, I should think."

Blade smiled at the compliment, returning to her lips again in response, and then resumed his exploration. Her skin was warm against his lips as he pressed against the hard jut of her collarbone, before moving on to the soft expanse of her breasts, taking one in hand as he teased the other nipple to hardness with his mouth, careful to keep his teeth away from the sensitive flesh. She sighed above him, her hand resting on the back of his head, guiding him gently as he moved to lave attention on the other nipple.

"Come here," she whispered, her hand in his short hair emphasising what sounded almost like a command, and Blade leaned up again until her eyes were level with his. She smiled up at him. Her fingers gripped tighter, pulling his head down to hers, and her tongue plundered his mouth again.

"Now, my darling," the Professor said, "I need you now."

Blade nodded acquiescence and sat up, her fingers falling away gently. Leaning over the side of the bed, he grabbed a condom, and settled back beside her under the bedding.

"Let me, dear," Annie Morris said, taking the condom wrapper from his fingers and tearing it open. She pushed back the bedclothes and grinned. "It's like Christmas morning."

Blade followed her eyes to find what Professor Morris was regarding so happily. Watching her hand move, he hissed as she wrapped her fingers firmly around his erection, sliding from root to tip, until her thumb was in range of the head of his cock. She rubbed gently, and Blade groaned, his hips thrusting involuntarily, following the direction of her grip.

Annie Morris slid her hand along the length of his cock again, seeming to delight in the grunts Blade made as he thrust into the grip of her fingers. Finally, after a last gentle squeeze, she pulled her hand away to manipulate the condom, sliding it firmly down his length, from crown to root.

Blade breathed deeply, calming the blood pounding in his ears. Finally, he manoeuvred his weight onto his elbows, balancing himself precariously as he slid one hand between her thighs. She was wet against his questing fingers, and her hips tilted and her breath caught as he teased and rubbed her clitoris, careful to make sure that she was more than ready for him.

Her arms wrapped firmly around his back and her thighs gripped his as he slid home inside her. Pulling back, Blade slowly found his rhythm, punctuated by her sighs and the tilt of her hips with each thrust. Settling a little of his weight on her, balancing on one elbow, Blade slid his hand between their bodies, seeking the spot where they joined, his fingers stroking gently yet insistently.

As his thrusts sped up, blood again pounding in his ears in counterpoint, he rubbed harder, pinching the tender flesh as the Professor convulsed under him, her nails digging sharply in the muscles of his back in reaction. The contractions around his cock precipitated his own climax, milking him in wave after wave of muscle contractions until they were both wrung dry, lungs heaving desperately for air as Blade collapsed beside her.

He opened his eyes to find Annie Morris lying quietly next to him, her eyes closed and her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Somehow finding the energy to pull himself up on his elbow again, he leaned over, touching his mouth to hers gently, kissing her lower lip as her mouth opened in response. Blue eyes opened, and gazed fondly up at him. Reassured that she had clearly enjoyed his performance, Blade reached down and removed the condom, dropping it over the side of the bed, careful to make sure it landed on the damp towel and not the expensive carpet. While he suspected that Professor Annie Morris was not the type to have a man flogged for a little leaked semen, Blade saw no reason to chance it. And, anyway, it was only polite not to leave too much of a mess behind after Professor Morris had been so kind to him.

Grinning to himself, he leaned up and kissed her softly again, shrugging wryly when she looked at him enquiringly.

Blade settled himself comfortably, folding his arm around her as the Professor snuggled in against his chest. He pressed his lips softly to her greying hair, his arms tightening as she pressed her own lips to the hollow of his throat, carefully avoiding the encircling metal.

"Sleep well, dear," she whispered, her own lips soft against his flesh.

"Good night, Professor."

Annie Morris chuckled softly at the epithet, her warm breath wafting softly against his skin. Blade smiled and kissed her hair again, listening as her breathing finally evened out into the quiet cadence of sleep.

Only then did the soldier allow himself to follow his partner into much needed slumber.