Fic: Primeval: Cutter's Valentines
Feb. 14th, 2010 02:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bigtitchTitle: Cutter's Valentines
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bigtitch
Characters: Cutter/Helen, Cutter/Stephen
Rating: NC-17, pwp – explicit (but not detailed) slash
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Word count: 350
Disclaimer: Not mine, no names, no packdrill.
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
cutters_lab's Valentine's Day Challenge. A little short on the word-count, I'm afraid.
Nick Cutter hated Valentine's Day. Unlike most men he was not blissfully oblivious to it until blind panic set in the day before. No, for Nick, the blind panic set in as soon as the February 1st dawned. He could feel the day creeping up on him metaphorically holding a big stick of humiliation to cosh him with.
It wasn't the day itself. It was that Helen, although one of the least romantic people in the world, insisted that he do his duty in terms of romantic gestures on that day.
And then she'd trash them.
Romantic dinner for two in a posh French restaurant? Tacky and the food brought her out in spots.
A dozen red roses? Trite and she hated roses.
A big box of expensive chocolates? Was he trying to put pounds on her?
A designer blouse she had been admiring the week before? The wrong size and silk was immoral.
And these paled into insignificance to the year he gave up and didn't buy her anything. He slept on the couch for a full calendar month after that one.
He never told anyone but the first Valentine's Day after her disappearance was a relief to him, not a tragic anniversary.
When he and Stephen became lovers he really didn't know what to do for Valentine's Day. He bought a card and the ingredients for Stephen's favourite meal, worried that he had done both too much and too little.
The 14th February dawned and Nick came down to breakfast to find a card and a gift-wrapped box on the table. The card was conventional and he opened the box with trepidation. In it was a set of jump-leads carefully tied up with some red velvet ribbon. Cutter had been complaining that he had loaned his old set to a friend and never got them back.
Stephen watched him open the box with a concerned expression and twinkling eyes. He never knew why Cutter rugby-tackled him to the ground and gave him a blow-job on the kitchen floor.
The End.
Author:
bigtitchCharacters: Cutter/Helen, Cutter/Stephen
Rating: NC-17, pwp – explicit (but not detailed) slash
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Word count: 350
Disclaimer: Not mine, no names, no packdrill.
A/N: Written for
cutters_lab's Valentine's Day Challenge. A little short on the word-count, I'm afraid.Nick Cutter hated Valentine's Day. Unlike most men he was not blissfully oblivious to it until blind panic set in the day before. No, for Nick, the blind panic set in as soon as the February 1st dawned. He could feel the day creeping up on him metaphorically holding a big stick of humiliation to cosh him with.
It wasn't the day itself. It was that Helen, although one of the least romantic people in the world, insisted that he do his duty in terms of romantic gestures on that day.
And then she'd trash them.
Romantic dinner for two in a posh French restaurant? Tacky and the food brought her out in spots.
A dozen red roses? Trite and she hated roses.
A big box of expensive chocolates? Was he trying to put pounds on her?
A designer blouse she had been admiring the week before? The wrong size and silk was immoral.
And these paled into insignificance to the year he gave up and didn't buy her anything. He slept on the couch for a full calendar month after that one.
He never told anyone but the first Valentine's Day after her disappearance was a relief to him, not a tragic anniversary.
When he and Stephen became lovers he really didn't know what to do for Valentine's Day. He bought a card and the ingredients for Stephen's favourite meal, worried that he had done both too much and too little.
The 14th February dawned and Nick came down to breakfast to find a card and a gift-wrapped box on the table. The card was conventional and he opened the box with trepidation. In it was a set of jump-leads carefully tied up with some red velvet ribbon. Cutter had been complaining that he had loaned his old set to a friend and never got them back.
Stephen watched him open the box with a concerned expression and twinkling eyes. He never knew why Cutter rugby-tackled him to the ground and gave him a blow-job on the kitchen floor.
The End.
