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zoi_proseTitle: Together We Could Do Anything
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing: Helen Cutter / “Eve”
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Femslash. This is pretty PWP.
Summary: Helen always figured that she’d run into herself sooner or later, traveling through the anomalies. But she never anticipated exactly what that would lead to.
Recipient:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
olivia_j, for Primeval’s Holiday gift exchange.
Notes: Dear Olivia: I really hope you like this! When I saw your request for “Helen/Eve: I know
they're the same person but I love doppelcest.”, I thought “OMG, I love doppelcest too!” And I’d never thought before about these two together or how easy Primeval would lend itself to doppelcest. Yay timey-wimey stuff!
Anyway, here’s your hot Helenx2 action! Merry Giftmas! :D
Much thanks to the ever amazingfififolle for the great beta-ing!
Together We Could do Anything
The thing about being able to control the anomalies, Helen had discovered, is that you couldn’t always control exactly when they opened and closed. An anomaly would take you to a certain place, yes. A certain time period, a certain geographical location at that time. But it wouldn’t always be at exactly the same time. She supposed it was a good thing, even though it made her work harder, made things more difficult to plan. She could imagine that running into herself coming back through an anomaly might not be the easiest thing in the world to deal with.
But it was inevitable that it would happen eventually.
She’d found a sort of base, early on in her travels. A compound that must have once been used for some kind of scientific research, but there were no humans there when Helen visited it. No sign of any other fauna, either. No nasties waiting to eat her in her sleep. She supposed it must be far in the future, as everything outside was overgrown and everything inside was covered in a thick layer of dust.
It suited her needs perfectly.
The first time she’d found the place she’d cleared out one of the labs, cleaned off the dust and scavenged the rest of the building for supplies and components, sorting them neatly throughout the lab. It had been almost ridiculously easy to identify the device that could open anomalies, even easier to fix it. But those things had always been easy for her. She’d been about to leave when the idea of making this place a more permanent retreat had come to her. It was safe here, and she could easily find it again with the device she’d repaired. And the thought of all the technology still to be explored sent a little excited shiver into the pit of her stomach.
There was a grand office across from the lab that she’d chosen, decorated in olden style – the style of her first life, all rich wood and mahogany and shelves of books that crumbled to dust when she touched them. The drinks cabinet was a much more useful find, as was the building’s cafeteria and the tin cans and tightly sealed jars of preserves and bottles of fresh water. She moved everything useful into the office – best to keep everything centralised, defendable – and even managed to find a new mattress and some silvery plastic blankets, sealed away from decay in one of the dormitories.
She came back often after that, every time she needed to stop and regroup her thoughts and work through more of the information she gathered. She began to see signs of herself as she did – technology half repaired, experiments half completed, and she went to work on them as well, seamlessly interpreting the notes of her must-be future self.
She awoke one morning to sound, to the door to her office opening. In a flash she was on her feet, rifle in her hands. The woman at the door showed no surprise, however, merely smiling and shutting the door behind her, taking off the bag slung over her shoulder and setting it down by the desk. “I’d wondered when this would finally happen.”
“Don’t move,” Helen ordered. “Who the hell are you?”
The woman straightened, still smiling. “I go by Eve, when I look like this. Now look at me, Helen. You know who I am.”
Not lowering the gun, Helen let herself examine the figure. Dark hair longer than hers, features softer, younger. Warm, dark eyes. Her clothes were exactly the same as Helen’s, and if Helen’s own weren’t folded neatly beside the bed she would have thought that the woman had stolen them. The tools at her belt were the same, the boots. Then she looked closer, at the woman’s hands, the mark on her wrist. The way that she stood.
“Oh,” said Helen, and put the gun down on the bookshelf. “That disguise is a neat trick. When did we figure that out?”
“Shortly after this meeting,” Helen-called-Eve replied with a smirk. She reached up to touch a small device on her necklace, and the illusion faded, leaving the mirror image that Helen was intimately familiar with. “You don’t even have to fix it. There’s a dozen of them in that office on the third floor, in the safe you haven’t tried to crack yet.” She started to unbutton her blouse.
Helen watched her own fingers on the buttons of the khaki garment. “So you remember this happening.”
“Of course I do,” Eve replied. “I’m still you. I remember this happening, and many other times, here. And I’m sure I’ll create more times still. We’re very useful to ourselves. Sometimes an extra set of hands is needed with an experiment, and you really can’t trust anyone else more than yourself. We share bits of information, too, so that when we discover things ourselves it becomes easier to utilise. Like this handy little device.”
Helen gave a slow nod, considering the information. The other Helen’s voice was familiar, yet a little strange, coming from her lips instead of Helen’s own throat. “I’d imagine the company is very pleasant as well.”
With that Eve smiled again, toeing off her boots and removing the rest of her clothes until she stood as naked as Helen herself. “The company is very pleasant,” she replied, crossing the room and pulling Helen against her, hands stroking around her waist as she claimed her mouth with her own.
Helen groaned against her other self’s lips, returning the embrace and the kiss immediately. This was her one regret about leaving humanity behind; the loss of intimacy, the pleasure of another body against your own. The heat and fulfillment of being ravished by another’s hands. She’d definitely got tired of just getting herself off. It was a little strange that the hands on her body now were her own, that the lips that devoured hers and the tongue that pressed into her mouth tasted no different than her own, but then Eve’s hand slipped up to cup Helen’s breast, fingers pinching her nipple and twisting just so, sending a spike of sensation down her spine. Helen gasped, feeling a flood of heat in her groin. “I should have done this a long time ago.”
Eve chuckled softly, and pulled her back down into bed, starting to kiss down her neck hungrily. She arched one thigh over Helen’s hip, groaning as Helen’s leg pressed between hers so she could press and grind against it, already warm and aroused against her skin. “Don’t worry. We make up for it.”
“This happens again?” Helen let herself cup the other woman's breast, kneading the familiar softness of flesh and pinching her nipple as Eve had done to her. She was rewarded with a sharp gasp, with Eve bucking against her thigh and sliding down more to mouth at Helen’s own breast, sucking hungrily and nipping at her nipple.
“This happens a lot,” Eve breathed, one hand kneading Helen’s other breast. “You bring sex toys with you next time and wait for me to come back. The double-ended dildo is just brilliant.”
Helen gave a soft groan at the thought, pressing her thigh a little harder between Eve’s legs, letting her fingers rake down Eve’s back and knowing the effect it would have on herself. “That sounds amazing.”
“We are amazing,” Eve moaned in reply, hips rocking against Helen’s thigh, breath coming faster against her skin. She slipped a hand between Helen’s thighs, and Helen drew a sharp breath, rocking up against her fingers instinctively. Eve touched her like she touched herself, fingers teasing her clit, warm and slippery with arousal. She knew just the right amount of pressure, how to let her fingers slide between the folds of her sex, stroking her with the length of the digits before pressing two up inside her.
“Oh hell,” Helen breathed, eyes closed and body arched tense, rocking up against the fingers that pumped inside of her. She cried out softly as Eve bit down on her nipple, sucking on it hard before licking gently at the abused flesh to soothe the pain. “Bloody hell….”
“We’re only getting started,” Eve promised, moving to her other breast with a groan, sucking hungrily at her skin. She continued to fuck Helen with her fingers, letting the palm of her hand brush against her clit with each pump, sensation and pleasure building hot inside her. She knew just when to fold a third finger in with the first two, letting the extra girth stretch her open deliciously, fingers curving up inside her to just tease against that maddening point of pleasure.
Helen’s fingers dug into her back. “More,” she gasped before she could stop herself. But what did it matter if she begged or demanded? The only one here was herself. She could have anything she wanted.
“I know,” Eve murmured, as if reading her thoughts; but then, these thoughts had once been hers, hadn’t they? She flicked her tongue against Helen’s nipple one last time before pressing her onto her back. Then she kissed down her stomach, easing her fingers away and pressing her face to Helen’s sex.
“God!” Helen rocked up against her mouth before she could stop herself, feeling the wet slide of Eve’s tongue between the lips of her sex, the other woman sucking at her clit, teasing the engorged flesh with just the tips of her teeth. She tangled her fingers in Eve’s hair, tugging at it like she knew Eve would want her to do, and was rewarded by Eve groaning against her flesh, the vibrations of her hum sending another pulse of pleasure through her. Helen wondered briefly what it was like, what she would taste like to herself. Then Eve’s tongue pressed inside her, fucking her in slow thrusts, and Helen found every conscious thought driven from her head. Nothing existed but the heat of this pleasure, Eve’s breath hot against her sensitive flesh, her tongue pressing up into her again and again. How had she not realised how good this would be, how much she needed this?
She cried out in dismay as Eve stopped tonguing her, returning instead to suck on her clit again, the change in sensation just as good but at the same time maddening. She wished they had those toys now, imagined Eve with one end of a dildo up inside herself, the other jutting proudly from between her thighs as she used it to fuck Helen. As if sensing her need for penetration, Eve’s fingers slipped back up inside her, three folded together, fucking her in harder thrusts as Eve sucked and licked at her clit. “More,” she gasped, shuddering, bucking up against the sensation. “God, more.”
“I know,” Eve breathed again, and worked her pinky into Helen along with her other fingers, kissing Helen’s thigh as she worked her fingers in her, thumb brushing against her clit. She kissed up to suck at Helen’s breasts again, fingers sliding inside her, pushing deeper with each thrust until her fingers were buried up to the palm, thumb stretched out to press hard against her clit, it was almost painfully intense, and just what she needed after so long alone, each thrust of Eve’s hand making her shudder and gasp and writhe underneath her, pleasure pulsing through her body, stronger and stronger. Eve’s pace was unrelenting, driving her fingers up into her again and again as she sucked and bit at her breasts, pleasure building hot and overwhelming until it all broke free in a rush of ecstasy. Helen’s fingers clenched around Eve’s wrist, keeping her inside her as body shuddered through the pulses of orgasm, clenching and fluttering around her hand, and though she felt almost painfully over-sensitive she rocked up against Eve’s hand again and again, forcing the pleasure to linger, shudders of sensation wracking her body with each thrust until her heart finally started to calm.
Eve’s free hand was between her legs, and Helen slid down to claim her mouth, slipping a hand to join her. She slipped two fingers up inside her alongside Eve’s, palm cupping the back of her hand and moving with her. It seemed to be just what Eve wanted, and she bucked up against the stimulation with a helpless cry, fucking herself on their fingers until Helen felt her come, shuddering hot and wet around her fingers.
For a long moment they lay still, slowly coming down, feeling relaxed and lazy on the mattress. Helen brought her hand to her mouth curiously to lick her fingers, finding the taste no different than when she’d tried her own juices after masturbating. “I’m definitely going down on you next time.”
“You love it,” Eve replied with a little proud smile. “It’s not long before we see ourself again, don’t worry.”
“Good,” Helen replied. She finally forced herself out of bed, starting to pull on her clothes. “I think I’ll go and find those sex toys now.”
“Pick the purple one,” Eve replied, voice warm and throaty and sated.
“See you next time,” Helen said with a smirk, and left.
~~~
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing: Helen Cutter / “Eve”
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Femslash. This is pretty PWP.
Summary: Helen always figured that she’d run into herself sooner or later, traveling through the anomalies. But she never anticipated exactly what that would lead to.
Recipient:
olivia_j, for Primeval’s Holiday gift exchange.Notes: Dear Olivia: I really hope you like this! When I saw your request for “Helen/Eve: I know
they're the same person but I love doppelcest.”, I thought “OMG, I love doppelcest too!” And I’d never thought before about these two together or how easy Primeval would lend itself to doppelcest. Yay timey-wimey stuff!
Anyway, here’s your hot Helenx2 action! Merry Giftmas! :D
Much thanks to the ever amazing
fififolle for the great beta-ing!Together We Could do Anything
The thing about being able to control the anomalies, Helen had discovered, is that you couldn’t always control exactly when they opened and closed. An anomaly would take you to a certain place, yes. A certain time period, a certain geographical location at that time. But it wouldn’t always be at exactly the same time. She supposed it was a good thing, even though it made her work harder, made things more difficult to plan. She could imagine that running into herself coming back through an anomaly might not be the easiest thing in the world to deal with.
But it was inevitable that it would happen eventually.
She’d found a sort of base, early on in her travels. A compound that must have once been used for some kind of scientific research, but there were no humans there when Helen visited it. No sign of any other fauna, either. No nasties waiting to eat her in her sleep. She supposed it must be far in the future, as everything outside was overgrown and everything inside was covered in a thick layer of dust.
It suited her needs perfectly.
The first time she’d found the place she’d cleared out one of the labs, cleaned off the dust and scavenged the rest of the building for supplies and components, sorting them neatly throughout the lab. It had been almost ridiculously easy to identify the device that could open anomalies, even easier to fix it. But those things had always been easy for her. She’d been about to leave when the idea of making this place a more permanent retreat had come to her. It was safe here, and she could easily find it again with the device she’d repaired. And the thought of all the technology still to be explored sent a little excited shiver into the pit of her stomach.
There was a grand office across from the lab that she’d chosen, decorated in olden style – the style of her first life, all rich wood and mahogany and shelves of books that crumbled to dust when she touched them. The drinks cabinet was a much more useful find, as was the building’s cafeteria and the tin cans and tightly sealed jars of preserves and bottles of fresh water. She moved everything useful into the office – best to keep everything centralised, defendable – and even managed to find a new mattress and some silvery plastic blankets, sealed away from decay in one of the dormitories.
She came back often after that, every time she needed to stop and regroup her thoughts and work through more of the information she gathered. She began to see signs of herself as she did – technology half repaired, experiments half completed, and she went to work on them as well, seamlessly interpreting the notes of her must-be future self.
She awoke one morning to sound, to the door to her office opening. In a flash she was on her feet, rifle in her hands. The woman at the door showed no surprise, however, merely smiling and shutting the door behind her, taking off the bag slung over her shoulder and setting it down by the desk. “I’d wondered when this would finally happen.”
“Don’t move,” Helen ordered. “Who the hell are you?”
The woman straightened, still smiling. “I go by Eve, when I look like this. Now look at me, Helen. You know who I am.”
Not lowering the gun, Helen let herself examine the figure. Dark hair longer than hers, features softer, younger. Warm, dark eyes. Her clothes were exactly the same as Helen’s, and if Helen’s own weren’t folded neatly beside the bed she would have thought that the woman had stolen them. The tools at her belt were the same, the boots. Then she looked closer, at the woman’s hands, the mark on her wrist. The way that she stood.
“Oh,” said Helen, and put the gun down on the bookshelf. “That disguise is a neat trick. When did we figure that out?”
“Shortly after this meeting,” Helen-called-Eve replied with a smirk. She reached up to touch a small device on her necklace, and the illusion faded, leaving the mirror image that Helen was intimately familiar with. “You don’t even have to fix it. There’s a dozen of them in that office on the third floor, in the safe you haven’t tried to crack yet.” She started to unbutton her blouse.
Helen watched her own fingers on the buttons of the khaki garment. “So you remember this happening.”
“Of course I do,” Eve replied. “I’m still you. I remember this happening, and many other times, here. And I’m sure I’ll create more times still. We’re very useful to ourselves. Sometimes an extra set of hands is needed with an experiment, and you really can’t trust anyone else more than yourself. We share bits of information, too, so that when we discover things ourselves it becomes easier to utilise. Like this handy little device.”
Helen gave a slow nod, considering the information. The other Helen’s voice was familiar, yet a little strange, coming from her lips instead of Helen’s own throat. “I’d imagine the company is very pleasant as well.”
With that Eve smiled again, toeing off her boots and removing the rest of her clothes until she stood as naked as Helen herself. “The company is very pleasant,” she replied, crossing the room and pulling Helen against her, hands stroking around her waist as she claimed her mouth with her own.
Helen groaned against her other self’s lips, returning the embrace and the kiss immediately. This was her one regret about leaving humanity behind; the loss of intimacy, the pleasure of another body against your own. The heat and fulfillment of being ravished by another’s hands. She’d definitely got tired of just getting herself off. It was a little strange that the hands on her body now were her own, that the lips that devoured hers and the tongue that pressed into her mouth tasted no different than her own, but then Eve’s hand slipped up to cup Helen’s breast, fingers pinching her nipple and twisting just so, sending a spike of sensation down her spine. Helen gasped, feeling a flood of heat in her groin. “I should have done this a long time ago.”
Eve chuckled softly, and pulled her back down into bed, starting to kiss down her neck hungrily. She arched one thigh over Helen’s hip, groaning as Helen’s leg pressed between hers so she could press and grind against it, already warm and aroused against her skin. “Don’t worry. We make up for it.”
“This happens again?” Helen let herself cup the other woman's breast, kneading the familiar softness of flesh and pinching her nipple as Eve had done to her. She was rewarded with a sharp gasp, with Eve bucking against her thigh and sliding down more to mouth at Helen’s own breast, sucking hungrily and nipping at her nipple.
“This happens a lot,” Eve breathed, one hand kneading Helen’s other breast. “You bring sex toys with you next time and wait for me to come back. The double-ended dildo is just brilliant.”
Helen gave a soft groan at the thought, pressing her thigh a little harder between Eve’s legs, letting her fingers rake down Eve’s back and knowing the effect it would have on herself. “That sounds amazing.”
“We are amazing,” Eve moaned in reply, hips rocking against Helen’s thigh, breath coming faster against her skin. She slipped a hand between Helen’s thighs, and Helen drew a sharp breath, rocking up against her fingers instinctively. Eve touched her like she touched herself, fingers teasing her clit, warm and slippery with arousal. She knew just the right amount of pressure, how to let her fingers slide between the folds of her sex, stroking her with the length of the digits before pressing two up inside her.
“Oh hell,” Helen breathed, eyes closed and body arched tense, rocking up against the fingers that pumped inside of her. She cried out softly as Eve bit down on her nipple, sucking on it hard before licking gently at the abused flesh to soothe the pain. “Bloody hell….”
“We’re only getting started,” Eve promised, moving to her other breast with a groan, sucking hungrily at her skin. She continued to fuck Helen with her fingers, letting the palm of her hand brush against her clit with each pump, sensation and pleasure building hot inside her. She knew just when to fold a third finger in with the first two, letting the extra girth stretch her open deliciously, fingers curving up inside her to just tease against that maddening point of pleasure.
Helen’s fingers dug into her back. “More,” she gasped before she could stop herself. But what did it matter if she begged or demanded? The only one here was herself. She could have anything she wanted.
“I know,” Eve murmured, as if reading her thoughts; but then, these thoughts had once been hers, hadn’t they? She flicked her tongue against Helen’s nipple one last time before pressing her onto her back. Then she kissed down her stomach, easing her fingers away and pressing her face to Helen’s sex.
“God!” Helen rocked up against her mouth before she could stop herself, feeling the wet slide of Eve’s tongue between the lips of her sex, the other woman sucking at her clit, teasing the engorged flesh with just the tips of her teeth. She tangled her fingers in Eve’s hair, tugging at it like she knew Eve would want her to do, and was rewarded by Eve groaning against her flesh, the vibrations of her hum sending another pulse of pleasure through her. Helen wondered briefly what it was like, what she would taste like to herself. Then Eve’s tongue pressed inside her, fucking her in slow thrusts, and Helen found every conscious thought driven from her head. Nothing existed but the heat of this pleasure, Eve’s breath hot against her sensitive flesh, her tongue pressing up into her again and again. How had she not realised how good this would be, how much she needed this?
She cried out in dismay as Eve stopped tonguing her, returning instead to suck on her clit again, the change in sensation just as good but at the same time maddening. She wished they had those toys now, imagined Eve with one end of a dildo up inside herself, the other jutting proudly from between her thighs as she used it to fuck Helen. As if sensing her need for penetration, Eve’s fingers slipped back up inside her, three folded together, fucking her in harder thrusts as Eve sucked and licked at her clit. “More,” she gasped, shuddering, bucking up against the sensation. “God, more.”
“I know,” Eve breathed again, and worked her pinky into Helen along with her other fingers, kissing Helen’s thigh as she worked her fingers in her, thumb brushing against her clit. She kissed up to suck at Helen’s breasts again, fingers sliding inside her, pushing deeper with each thrust until her fingers were buried up to the palm, thumb stretched out to press hard against her clit, it was almost painfully intense, and just what she needed after so long alone, each thrust of Eve’s hand making her shudder and gasp and writhe underneath her, pleasure pulsing through her body, stronger and stronger. Eve’s pace was unrelenting, driving her fingers up into her again and again as she sucked and bit at her breasts, pleasure building hot and overwhelming until it all broke free in a rush of ecstasy. Helen’s fingers clenched around Eve’s wrist, keeping her inside her as body shuddered through the pulses of orgasm, clenching and fluttering around her hand, and though she felt almost painfully over-sensitive she rocked up against Eve’s hand again and again, forcing the pleasure to linger, shudders of sensation wracking her body with each thrust until her heart finally started to calm.
Eve’s free hand was between her legs, and Helen slid down to claim her mouth, slipping a hand to join her. She slipped two fingers up inside her alongside Eve’s, palm cupping the back of her hand and moving with her. It seemed to be just what Eve wanted, and she bucked up against the stimulation with a helpless cry, fucking herself on their fingers until Helen felt her come, shuddering hot and wet around her fingers.
For a long moment they lay still, slowly coming down, feeling relaxed and lazy on the mattress. Helen brought her hand to her mouth curiously to lick her fingers, finding the taste no different than when she’d tried her own juices after masturbating. “I’m definitely going down on you next time.”
“You love it,” Eve replied with a little proud smile. “It’s not long before we see ourself again, don’t worry.”
“Good,” Helen replied. She finally forced herself out of bed, starting to pull on her clothes. “I think I’ll go and find those sex toys now.”
“Pick the purple one,” Eve replied, voice warm and throaty and sated.
“See you next time,” Helen said with a smirk, and left.
~~~
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