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norabrice1701 · 2 years ago

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Coincidence - Ch. 5, Pt. II

Dr. Alan Grant x Predoctoral Student Fem!Reader

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Ch. 5 Warnings: Explicit 18+ NSFW smut (including protected sexual intercourse); older man/younger woman relationship (no underage); explicit language; dinosaur PTSD; pining and inappropriate crush; Alan Grant’s canon upper-body strength

It doesn’t take long to exit the car and duck under the small awning on the backside of the house. The door opens and warm light floods the space to reveal a functional, tidy kitchen. At quick glance, you can’t tell if its neat state is because he seldom uses it or he’s just clean with his habits - but having seen his office, you suspect the former. He toes out of his shoes and drops his briefcase beside them before padding down the small hallway, turning on more lights as he goes. You follow suit with your wet shoes and set your purse down before following him.

The house glows with golden light that bounces off warm wood paneling and shelves, leather couches and plaid armchairs. Piles of books rest here and there, intermixed with other curios of exploration - a globe on a spindle, binoculars and a leather case, magnifying glasses and various fossil specimens. It’s obviously a bachelor’s home, but it’s far from slovenly - more just… comfortably lived in. The thought brings a warm smile to your face as you silently follow him past the main living room and into a large, adjacent room.

A tall and wide bookshelf dominates this room, lined with more books, spotted with artwork, and… are those vinyl records? You can’t help but step closer, squinting to better examine the narrow spines, and your smile widens. You’re not sure if you would have considered him to be a music fan, but there’s quite a surprising collection here. Glass clinks across the room, and you glance over your shoulder to see him standing at a bar cabinet opposite the worn, plaid couch and leather armchair.

Brown liquid sloshes against a glass as he pours and meets your gaze. “What’s your poison?”

“How about… whiskey?” It’s not your favorite, but it’s popular at the dig sites and you’ve acquired a taste for it.

A smirk of approval flashes across his face before he tips the already open bottle over a second highball, and more liquid pours out. With both glasses in hand, he skirts around the couch to hand you one.

With another heavy sigh, he holds his glass out. “Well, I guess… here’s to your next adventure.”

“Thanks.” You sound sadder than you would like as your glass meets his with a gentle clink. The whiskey is surprisingly smooth as it slides down your throat, warming you from within. He motions towards the armchair before he drops to sit on the couch, taking another long pull of his drink.

The chair’s springs feel a little worn, and you think it matches the style of the leather sofa in the living room - and the sudden thought that he bought two living room furniture sets and mixed them together makes you smirk against the rim of your glass. Swallowing another mouthful of whiskey, you glance back at the bookshelf. “I wouldn’t have guessed that you were a big music fan.”

His gaze follows yours to the bookshelf, huffing an amused sigh. “I don’t think I am, really. I inherited most of that collection from the couple that used to live here.” He taps a finger against his glass. “They were an elderly couple, downsizing… and they asked if I had any interest in it. Truthfully, I’ve barely listened to any of it, but it was less furniture to have to buy.”

You nod in consideration. “I suppose that does make sense.” Your gaze continues to sweep the room, and it looks like his office away from campus - or more like a study, perhaps. A desk rests behind the couch, flanking the bar cabinet, and the plaid couch looks comfortably broken-in as if it’s hosted him for many long nights of intellectual pursuits. Another silence falls, and maybe it should be awkward, but somehow… it’s not. Somehow, it’s enough just to sit with him now.

“Thank you.” He says at length, drawing your attention to his small, appreciative smile. “For what you did back there and not… not making a big deal about it. Or… asking any questions.”

“Of course.” You easily reply. “You… you didn’t make a big deal about it, either. Or ask any questions that day… of the storm.”

If possible, he looks even more world-weary as he takes another sip of whiskey. “I just didn’t want to see you get hurt. With the amount of damage done to the main tent canvas during that storm, you would have been hurt had you stayed, and that would have been on me.”

“No, it wouldn’t,” you counter genty. “I signed all the legal waivers to be there. If I hurt myself because of a fucking panic attack, then that would have been no one’s fault but mine for not… well, for not admitting that I was a safety hazard to the excavation.”

“You’re not a safety hazard.” He shakes his head dismissively. “Not anymore than I am because I…” His words trail off with a sigh before bowing his head and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Honestly, I don’t know what I am…”

You wet your top lip before taking another sip of the heady liquor. “Well, who says that you have to be anything more than just yourself?”

He goes still against the couch for a long moment before raising his head. His gaze finds yours as his brow furrows in deep contemplation. You can’t tell what he’s thinking behind those mesmerizing, slate-blue eyes of his, but you don't dare shy away from his gaze. In fact, you want to commit everything about it to memory as your heart starts racing.

His eyes narrow with a familiar sharp, shrewd edge. “You know… out of all your peers, you’re the only one who hasn’t once asked me about it.” He tilts his head in further interest. “I know it’s not for your lack of curiosity - you’re far too bright for that - so, that must mean it was a deliberate choice on your part….” The corner of his mouth lifts with a knowing edge. “You’ve chosen not to ask me about the articles, the rumors, or about the island, about… any of it.”

Your mouth goes dry and you resist the sudden urge to fidget against the chair. “Because it’s none of my business. It never has been.” Your fingers tighten against the highball. “Ever since the dig was canceled - ever since you told us not to give any statements to the media - you’ve known more than what you’ve been saying, but if you’re not saying it, then there must be a good reason why. And asking you just seemed… disrespectful.”

His shoulders sag under some invisible weight and he exhales another deep sigh before lifting his glass and draining it. His tongue darts out to catch a stray drop on his bottom lip as his eyes turn distant. “It’s worse at night,” he whispers solemnly. “The moving shadows, the flashing lights… yes, the T-Rex shook the ground when she walked, but she was adept at hiding it during the hunt. But the raptors…” his words trail off with a trembling sigh. “Both stunning - fascinating in their intelligence - and utterly… terrifying.”

You forget how to breathe, shocked by the gravity of his words.

He purses his lips, fingers clenching around the empty glass as if regretting its empty state. “There was one moment… the two raptors had us flanked, had the advantage… and there was nothing….” He shakes his head with a trembling breath and horrific memory. “Absolute death stared me in the face and all I could do was stare helplessly back…”

You wait on baited breath, speechless and dumbfounded.

He gives another helpless shake of his head. “And, then when it didn’t come… and you find yourself back in the normal world - buying groceries, doing laundry, making small talk with the neighbors - but you’re still shell shocked by it, by all of it, by suddenly… coming face-to-face with creatures that have been extinct for 65 million years, that I’ve devoted my life to study-” His voice chokes up, suddenly pushing to his feet and avoiding your gaze as he returns to the bar cabinet.

His sudden motion stirs you to action, and you swallow the rest of your whiskey before rising and joining him at the cabinet. He pours another measure for himself, and you hold your glass out for a second round. Your eyes linger on his profile all the while, wanting so desperately to reach out and touch him - to soothe his troubled brow, to wrap him in the tightest hug.

Your heart beats so loud that you wonder if he can hear it. “And you’ve carried all of that with you since… since you returned? There’s been no one that you could tell?”

“Ellie, of course.” He says before taking another hearty gulp. “But she was there, too - and we both… at first, we thought we could ignore it. But life never returned to normal, and neither did we.”

Your heart breaks anew as the silence stretches. Too many thoughts run through your head and you take a big drink of whiskey to help clear your head. But the growing fog at the corners of your mind tells a different story. Emboldened with another drink, your gaze returns to linger on the handsome definition of his profile - the strong line of his jaw, the slope of his nose, the sweep of hair across his brow. What would it be to kiss his cheek? To trail your lips down to his, hearing his breath catch in the moment before his mouth meets yours?

With a trembling breath, you shake your head to steady your thoughts. “T-thank you for telling me.” You say softly, your voice thready in the silence. “I have been concerned for you these last months, you know. Watching you just lose yourself in your work, like… if you stopped, something horrible would catch you. And now… now, it makes perfect sense.” Heat rises in your cheeks and you take another fortifying drink of whiskey. “You bore all the questions and media scrutiny with dignity, though - you’ve never once lost your temper or told anyone to fuck off. Sounds like you’d be well within your right if you did, though. Hell, I think I would have done it at least once by now.”

Another wave of exhaustion overtakes him as he looks lost for words. Clearly everything he’s been through has taken quite the toll and continues to haunt him - and goodness, how can you leave him now? Err, not that you should stay the night - certainly not uninvited - but how can you go to New Mexico and leave him alone? If you’re the only person who knows what he’s been through, then that does mean he really has no one else…?

“I’m sorry,” he whispers quietly, shaking his head with an air of shame. “That’s… a lot more than you bargained for tonight, I’m sure.”

“No - please don’t apologize.” You reassure as your gaze roams freely over his face. “I think you needed the outlet, quite frankly. I’m just sorry that it manifested in a panic attack…”

He glances over at you with a tired, lopsided smirk. “At least, I’m in good company - the best I could ask for, really.”

Your heart warms at the sentiment and you’re helpless to hold back an answering smile as you all but melt under his gaze. “Same goes for you, you know.”

Again, he holds out his glass to meet yours with another gentle clink before you each take another long drink. Endless questions swirl in the back of your brain because, seriously… what the fuck? Actual, living dinosaurs?! The how's and why's of such an impossible concept gnaw at your academic curiosity, urging you to keep asking him for details. But he looks so strung out and so tired, how could you possibly push him any further? In fact, maybe it's best if you just leave. Especially before you have the chance to do anything stupid Swallowing the last mouthful of heady liquor, you take a deep breath. “Well, I should… I don’t want to be a bad houseguest and overstay my welcome.”

“You haven’t overstayed anything,” he reassures gently. “It’s been nice to share a drink with you.”

An appreciative smile curves your lips. “You, too.” You turn from the bar cabinet and thread back around the couch. The movement upends the lightheaded fog in your brain and your balance falters, tipping you towards the couch. You catch yourself with a steadying hand, and okay… maybe your meager dinner wasn’t enough for drinking whiskey.

“Are you alright?” The gentle concern on his voice raises embarrassed heat in your cheeks as you try to offer a dismissive smile.

“Yeah. I’m fine, thanks.” You try to ignore the dubious look on his face but your vibrato falters nonetheless. “Maybe just… my dinner wasn’t hearty enough for two glasses of whiskey.”

An understanding look dawns on his face as he nods. “Well, if the dean would never forgive you for a car hitting me, then the dean would surely murder me if a former student gets a DUI on alcohol that can be traced back to my place.” His mouth curves with a suddenly shy, almost awkward smirk. “So, you can just… take my bed, and I’ll stay here on the couch.”

Your mouth nearly falls agape as your cheeks flame. “Oh no, that’s… not necessary. You don’t need to be all chivalrous like that. I can just - the couch will be fine.”

His eyes narrow with mild reproach as his grin sharpens. “Didn’t you just say that you don’t want to be a bad houseguest?” He taps a finger against his empty glass, waiting until you nod before continuing. “Then, stop refusing my hospitality.”

Words choke in your throat as he starts to walk around the couch. Should you thank him again? Should you try to offer more protests? Your head spins as you suddenly feel deep in over your head and your heart threatens to beat out of your chest.

“Just, uh…” He turns back around towards you, offering a small smile. “Make yourself at home, and I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

You nod quickly. “Okay, thank you…” Your brain goes into overdrive, and, holy shit… you’re going to spend the night at Dr. Grant’s house.

In his bed.

By yourself.

Nothing about any of that should be real, and truly, such thoughts are best left to your secret midnight fantasies… yet, here you are. You long for another steadying drink of whiskey - or, perhaps water, better yet - and you exhale nervously. There’s no reason for you to freak out about this - and despite your initial protests, he’s being the perfect gentleman about the whole thing - and really, why should you complain about that? Especially if it’s going to let you sleep in his bed.

Looking for a distraction from your raging thoughts, you step back up to the wide bookcase and examine the spines of the vinyl record albums. Vaughn Monroe, Patsy Cline, Waylon Jennings, Dolly Parton - so many artists that you have passing knowledge about but can’t put your finger on any one specific song. It appears that the couple who used to live here had a heavy love of twangy country music. Was this their music room? Did they spend hours two-stepping or just listening and singing together?

Somehow, you can’t picture Dr. Grant… Alan doing that. In fact, you can almost picture a grumpy scowl if the idea of dancing around a living room was even suggested. The image shouldn’t tug at your heartstrings, but it does all the same.

The padding of bare feet on the hallway’s wood floor catches your attention, and you look up just in time to see him return. Gone are his clothes from the day, replaced with a soft looking white t-shirt, striped blue pajama pants and a bathrobe with a turquoise and brown Southwest-inspired pattern. It’s not the most coordinated look, but he seems perfectly at ease as he drops a pillow and blanket down to the couch.

“The bed sheets are relatively clean - washed within the last two weeks,” he says softly. “And if you want to change, I laid out a clean shirt and shorts for you. Also, you’ll find a toothbrush still in the package and a new toothpaste on the bathroom counter.”

Your heart warms with fond surprise. “Wow, uh - thanks. That’s all surprisingly thoughtful of you.”

He tips his head, meeting your gaze from under his lowered brow with an almost teasing, admonishing edge. “Just because I’m not married doesn’t mean that I’ve always lived alone.”

Your mouth curves to a soft smile. “I didn’t mean it like that… truly, I do appreciate it. I guess it’s just not what I expected…” Affection colors your voice as you hold his gaze for a long moment before blinking back to yourself. “Good night.”

He nods in agreement. “Good night. If you need anything, please just ask.”

You return his nod before stepping out into the hallway. Walking back to the kitchen, you retrieve your purse before disappearing into the bathroom. It doesn’t take you long to brush your teeth and get ready for bed - at least, to the best of your limited ability. His house is old enough to only have one bathroom in the main hallway, and you turn the light off, noticing that a faint yellow glow still shines out from his study. For a split-second, you debate going back to wish him good night again… but for what purpose? You don’t have anything else to say that hasn’t already been said.

Closing the bedroom door behind you, you glance around at the tidy, cozy interior of his room. If he ran around in a mad dash to clean up the room or make the bed for you, it doesn’t show. In fact, the chair next to his closet still hosts an assortment of random clothing, and your heart warms at the knowledge that he didn’t make an attempt to be anything other than himself around you. A smile tugs at your face as you approach the bed, setting your purse down next to the nightstand.

Your smile widens as you take in the quilted bedcover in shades of navy and maroon set against white sheets, along the clothes he laid out for you. Admittedly, sleeping in jeans and your shirt from the day doesn't sound comfortable, and you quickly shed your clothes. The cotton shorts’ elastic waistband rides low on your hips and his shirt hangs oversized on your bra-less shoulders, but they carry a clean, fuss-free scent that makes you even more eager to nestle under the bedcovers.

Pulling back the quilt, you slide against the soft sheets before reaching to turn off the nightstand light. Settling against the pillow, your heart pounds in the darkness and you still can’t believe where you are… and who’s just sleeping down the hall. Though, that just makes his bed feel all the more empty. Especially as you drown in his scent, rolling onto your side and snuggling against the pillow. Your eyes drift closed as your fingers reach out against the mattress.

What would it be to have him lying here beside you? To feel his body heat radiating under the covers and the promise of his skin within reach? Would his breathing grow steady as he falls asleep, or would it be heightened with anticipation, on the last verge of restraint like yours? And when your fingers find his arm in the stillness, would he roll towards you? Would his mouth find yours in a rush of unbridled desire as you finally learn the taste of his kiss? Your fingers would drift towards his waist, enticing him to settle atop you and let the weight of his body push you into the mattress while devouring each other.

Your body comes alive with the runaway fantasy, gasping softly as your hips twitch with aching need against the mattress. Fuck, you want him in here with you - want to say whatever it takes for him to just fuck you with abandon. Not that you consider yourself well-versed in ways to drive men wild, but any of the scenarios that you can conjure sound so cheap and contrived - and you’re not just going to walk through his house naked. You want him to want you, too, and that’s a far harder thing to get.

With a frustrated sigh, you roll over to your other side, gripping the sheet close. Before closing your eyes, you notice that no light shines under the door from the hallway. Perhaps it’s easier for him to just close his eyes on his couch and blissfully sleep, completely ignorant of the way you yearn for him.

That thought doesn’t help you get to sleep any faster, tossing and turning to try and dispel the heat on your skin. When next you open your eyes, the room appears darker in the late unknown hour, and you roll over, drowsily snuggling back into the pillow. His scent wraps around you like a comforting blanket, and it’s easy to imagine that he’s spooned up behind you with the sleep-warmed weight of his arm draped across your midsection. But a faint glow of light from the crack under the door catches your attention.

What is he possibly doing awake at - a quick glance to his bedside clock shows - 1:48 AM?

Pulling back the covers, your feet connect with the carpet as you walk over to open the door. The light spills out from his study and with a quiet yawn, you do your best to ignore the hallway’s chilly wood floor as you approach. Leaning a shoulder against the door frame, you pivot around the corner and your brow furrows in confusion. The plaid couch is empty, but the pillow and blanket reveal that someone has at least tried to sleep there. You tilt your head to rest against the door frame and cross your arms as you suddenly hear the sound of running water in the dark kitchen.

A smirk teases your lips as you glance over, watching him move in the shadows and emerge back into the soft glow from the study’s floor lamp. If possible, he looks more exhausted than you’ve ever seen him, not helped as his brow furrows with questioning concern. “Hope I didn’t wake you.” His voice carries the rasp of recent disuse and nothing about it should ripple goosebumps along your skin.

“You didn’t.” You say softly, as if anything louder would be inappropriate at such a late hour. “I was already awake and I saw the light…” Your words trail off as you take in his appearance, noting the disappearance of his rather unflattering robe before lingering on the careworn lines of his face. “Trouble sleeping?”

“Yeah…” His mouth curves with a tired smile. “You could say that.” He raises his right hand to scrub across his face, and your gaze zeroes in on the dark mark high on his forearm, just beneath his elbow.

A strikingly elegant, black-ink tattoo in the shape of a double spiral rests on his skin, and everything about it sends your mind racing. You haven’t given it much thought since glimpsing it that one afternoon in his office, but it just seems so out of character for him. Yet here’s undeniable proof staring you in the face.

And speaking of staring… your cheeks flush as you finally look away, only to see the knowing expression on his face as he catches your obvious interest.

Your mouth goes dry as you search for something not too horribly awkward to say. “It’s beautiful,” you finally settle on. “A symbol of a rebellious youth?”

“Not quite.” Distant fondness tinges his voice as he glances down at the swirling lines of ink. “It’s Kirituhi - an art form based on Māori-style tattoos. A reminder of my second home.”

The excerpt of his bio from the newspaper flashes in your mind. “New Zealand, right?”

He nods slowly. “We had several people of Māori descent on Joan’s digs over the years - and their culture is just fascinating. Their connection to the past, to the present - to honoring what came before as a way to look to the future… well, that stuck with me considering that I spend my career digging in the past to build my own future.” He pauses to draw a breath as you listen with rapt attention. “And the spiral symbolizes the continuity of life - and, just as the dinosaurs had their time on this earth, so will the human race.” His mouth quirks with a sardonic grin. “I guess all we can hope is that our skeletons fossilize just as well as the dinosaurs’ to preserve our own legacy.”

Your heart melts as it goes out to him. It’s far more insightful than you would have expected, and that makes it all the more beautiful. Unable to stop yourself, you push off the wall and close the short distance between you. Your fingers reach out to his forearm, turning it for a better look in the low light. The piece reveals far more delicate, intricate lines up close, and you sweep an appreciative thumb over the inked art. “That makes it just…" Your voice drops to a whisper thin tone as the air thickens. "All the more beautiful."

You raise your gaze to his, wanting to drown in the azure pools of his eyes, and electricity crackles between you. The heat from his forearm curls through you to settle low in your belly. He’s so close now, and your long simmering arousal rises to a boil. Can he see it on your face? Can he see how much you want to kiss him? To have him wrap you in his arms and hold you close? To make the outside world disappear under the weight of him above you and the touch of him deep inside you?

Maybe it’s the late hour, maybe it’s the vulnerability of the moment, maybe it’s the fire singing in your blood - but you let your hand trail up from his tattoo, up over his exposed bicep and the sleeve of his t-shirt. A shuddering breath runs through him as he breaks your gaze, squeezing his eyes closed.

Your breathing quickens as you rise to your tiptoes and lean in, letting your breath skim the shell of his ear. “Tell me to stop and I will.” You whisper, emboldened by the maddening scent of his skin as another shuddering breath leaves him. “Tell me that you want to go back to your couch, and I’ll go back to your bed.” Your voice trembles as you sigh. “And I’ll keep pretending that I haven’t been wet for you all night.”

“Fucking hell…” His voice strains with the last thread of control as your fingers dance along the line of his shoulder. “You… we shouldn’t…”

Your fingers find the fine hairs along the nape of his neck as the tip of your nose brushes the shell of his ear. “Stop looking for a way to make this wrong if this is what you want, too.” Your other hand searches out his left hand that’s clenched at his side. “It’s okay, Alan,” you breathe as you draw his hand towards you. “Touch me… please.”

The sudden force of his kiss makes you dizzy as his arms envelop you with the strength that you've fantasized about. Your heart soars as it races, meeting his embrace head on, devouring him as you want to be devoured. You cling to the broad plane of his shoulders as he crushes you close, the heat of him burning through your - his - borrowed clothes. The heady thought sends more liquid heat pooling in your core and, God… why are you still in the hallway?

You urge him forward, keeping the inferno of his body so close as you back towards the bedroom. His broad hands clench against the small of your back, groaning as he crowds you against the wall and the full press of your hips connect. The solid ridge of his erection makes your mouth water as you grind your hips forward. There's nothing about this man that you don't want, and you have no reason to hide.

"You have no idea…" he groans with an intoxicating, wild edge. "What hearing you does to me…"

Sparks shoot down your spine as your body burns. "Please, Alan," you whimper. "I need you."

The growl that rumbles in his chest bypasses all rational thought, and you nearly lose your feet as he pulls you away from the wall. Wrapped in his arms, tangled with his legs, trading kisses and nibbles and moans, your head spins until the solid weight of his bed appears behind you.

You paw at the hem of his shirt until he lifts his arms and the fabric slides free. Your eyes widen with hungry appreciation, wanting to map each facet of his chest with your tongue but you burn too hot for that patience right now. He snakes a calloused hand under your oversized shirt, cupping your breast with a maddening squeeze and delicious pressure. Pleasure shoots straight to your dripping core, a needy moan echoing in your throat as you arch against him.

"Please…" you breathe against his lips, gripping his waist to grind against his cock. "Fuck me… Alan."

He groans and his arms clamp around your midsection, all but dragging you fully onto his bed. The force of his strength takes your breath away as you push at the waistband of his pajama pants and underwear. There's no grace in the kisses that dissolve to gasping breaths or the scramble of hands to reveal bare skin. And when the tip of his cock slides through your wetness, your tandem guttural groans echo in the stillness of the bedroom.

"Wait, wait…" You manage to gasp, barely recognizing your own voice. "I'm not… we need -” your cheeks burn despite the intimate press of your bodies. "My bag has something, if you don't…"

He exhales a shuddering moan as if still struggling for control. Or perhaps he's embarrassed - a rational man of his intelligence so undone by his body. But then he skims his lips along your ear and his breath sears your skin. "And here I thought you were my innocent girl." The luscious, teasing rasp to his voice rushes more liquid heat through you. "Are you always so prepared, hmm?"

You struggle to breathe through the blinding surge of arousal. "A girl never knows when she'll meet the right guy…" Your nails dig into his back for emphasis, rewarded with his delicious gasp as you cradle his hips closer to yours. "And you've been the right guy for longer than I should admit."

"Fuck, don't say that…" His head drops to the junction of your neck and shoulder as his hips surge forwards. The thick slide of him through your soaked folds nearly undoes you, but you paw at his shoulder with urgent need.

"My bag… unless you have -" Your voice cuts off in a gasp as he shifts suddenly, reaching over you for the bedside table. The scrape of the wooden drawer and tear of foil heightens your anticipation before his strong, nimble fingers find purchase against your thigh. Following his coaxing movements, you spread your legs wide and wrap around his backside as he positions above you. His eyes blaze with wildfire as you lean up to kiss him, gasping as he eases forward in a slow, steady glide.

Your eyes roll back at the thick, full stretch of him as your body adjusts to the delicious invasion. The kiss turns to a heavy, moaning breath as the connection threatens your sanity. You can't remember the last time - if ever - you've been so full of man, and your toes curl as you sink blissfully back against the mattress.

"Having you in my clothes, in my bed… like this," his voice pitches deep as he drinks you in with dark, blown-wide eyes. "So goddamn gorgeous."

Words escape you as his hips roll back and surge forward, striking the deepest part of you. Electricity jolts through you as he thrusts again, and you surrender the last facet of your rational mind. Your body moves with his on primal instinct, driven to chase the euphoria promised each time he strikes your deep-rooted pleasure point.

You cling to him as he moves over you, against you, inside you - and you’re so fucking close. The coil at the base of your spine winds tighter with each stroke that builds a rhythm to ruin you for life. His pleasured groans and grunts of exertion mingle with your staccato cries as your body goes taut, arching against him. Your orgasim hits hard, stars exploding behind your closed eyelids as waves of euphoria rock through you. His hips stutter to a stop as he buries himself in you with a strangled groan of relief.

The moment stretches to an eternity as you hold him close, wanting to burn the memory of him like this into your brain. Your lips trail along the defined line of his jaw as he nuzzles your cheek, and your breathing starts to settle out. His mouth finds yours for a long, lazy kiss as the afterglow deliciously numbs your senses. You hum contentedly against his lips. “That was so… beyond fucking good.” Every muscle relaxes against the mattress as your eyelids drop heavily with exhaustion. “I hope you’re able to sleep a little better now.”

He half-sighs, half-laughs as the tip of his nose brushes yours. “Yeah… you, too.”

You meet for another, slow kiss before you reluctantly let him go. It’s not nearly as awkward as you tell yourself it should be as he retreats to the bathroom, returns with a warm washcloth for you, and he steps into your - his - shorts before rejoining you in bed. You debate reaching for your discarded underwear but the hem of his shirt falls long enough, and a lingering thrill whispers through you as your bare lower half reconnects with his skin.

In the room’s silence, he lays on his back as you snuggle up to his side. His arm comes around your shoulders, and you listen to the sound of his breathing, just existing with him as the waking world starts to yield to dreamland.

You don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but you refuse to let him go until you have to.

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thunderbone · 4 months ago

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Craig Rosenberg's Jurassic Park III

Hi everyone, taking advantage of the fact that today is the 23rd anniversary of Jurassic Park III, I decided to share with you a story I created 😊

In 2021, a podcast called Stuck on Sorna had revealed the two proposed scripts for the third film in the Jurassic Park franchise, but which were discarded by Joe Johnston in favor of a simpler story for the film. Even though I've never heard this podcast, I saw the artwork and storyboards for both scripts and was surprised by it.

Soon, I had the idea of creating a story for one of the two discarded scripts to imagine what Jurassic Park III would be like if this script was approved by the director. So I chose the first discarded script for the film, which was written by Craig Rosenberg. In addition to writing my version of JP3, I also made a drawing for this story.

At the end of last year, I was thinking about rewriting my version of JP3, because I wanted to make it even better. In May of this year, I decided to remake the story from scratch, where I was not based exclusively on the script written by Rosenberg, on which I was also based on the film Jurassic Park III, the book The Lost World by Michael Crichton and Jurassic Park: The Game.

Furthermore, I also made a new drawing for my story, a collab I made with my friend, Camila Vytória.

She is a super talented artist who makes realistic arts and watercolor paintings, as well as being a kind and very friendly girl. I've drawn the dinosaurs and the logo, but Camila did most of the work, where she drew the characters and painted the entire drawing.

Despite this, I helped her when she designed the characters, as only I knew what they would look like. Thank you very much for doing this collab with me, because the drawing was incredibly wonderful ❤️ If you want to see her work, click here: https://www.instagram.com/vcamilart/

The characters in my drawing are (from left to right): Amanda Santos de Oliveira, Nicholas "Nick" Harris, Ellie Sattler, Alan Grant, Alexander "Alex" Santos de Oliveira, Lewis Dodgson and Gisele Thorne. And the dinosaurs that are in the drawing are: Spinosaurus, Velociraptors (male and female), Tyrannosaurus rex, Brachiosaurus, Triceratops and Pachycephalosaurus.

To draw Alan and Ellie, Camila was based on Alan as seen in Jurassic Park III and Ellie as seen in Jurassic World: Dominion, respectively.

To draw Lewis Dodgson, she had based herself on a fanart of this character made by a fan. Unfortunately I don't know what this artist's name is :/

To draw Alex, Camila was based on myself, except for the hair, because besides me not being redheaded in real life, she was inspired by the hair of the human version of Ray, a character created by Elise M. Syvertsen (oomizuao).

To draw Alex's twin sister, she was based on the singer Avril Lavigne.

To draw Nick, Camila was based on my best friend, NOTG. As for Gisele, she was based on a random image of a black girl when she went to draw this character, lol

Well, now that you know the whole story behind my version of JP3, have a good read ^w^

In 1995, two years after the events of the first film, the story begins with dinosaur attacks on the mainland of Costa Rica, such as Compsognathus devouring a baby, Pteranodons attacking a small group of people at a baseball game, Velociraptors devouring a farmer, his son and his cows, etc. Because of these attacks, the Costa Rican government realized that the dinosaurs on Isla Nublar were migrating to the mainland and to prevent further attacks, the government secretly bombed the island. InGen was held responsible for the attacks, paying millions to the victims and for their absolute silence, as no one could know anything about this, just as no one could know everything about the events of the first film until then.

In addition, it is also revealed that after the events of the first film, InGen signed a total confidentiality agreement with all the survivors, where everyone was forbidden from disclosing any information about the incident that occurred on Isla Nublar. However, despite all those involved having signed a term committing to complete secrecy regarding the facts and the fact that most of them are unwilling to talk about what happened, Alan Grant, Ellie Sattler and Ian Malcolm still revealed to the media everything that happened, from InGen's attempts to clone dinosaurs to the collapse of the dinosaur park, which almost destroyed their credibility, as they had no way of proving their claims under the threat of legal action from InGen.

When Alan, Ellie and Ian tried to find evidence for their claims, they discovered Biosyn's alleged involvement in the incident, including a supposed man who works for them, Lewis Dodgson. Unfortunately, the trio were unable to find any more clues about Biosyn's involvement in the incident and what exactly it did. In 1998, a year after the events of the second film, Alan Grant spoke at a paleontology conference alongside his wife, Ellie Sattler, about his most recent research: his discovery of the intelligence of Velociraptors. However, Alan and Ellie are struggling to secure funding for their research, as people are more interested in the dinosaurs created by InGen than in the real dinosaurs that lived over 200 million years ago.

During the Q&A session, someone in the audience asks Alan if he would be willing to test his theory in practice. The paleontologist identifies the person as a 17-year-old teenager, Alexander Santos de Oliveira. The red-haired boy has been attending the renowned paleontologist's lectures and he seems to be very interested in his research. Alex then talks about InGen and Jurassic Park, saying that now that dinosaurs have been brought back to life through genetic engineering, Alan could finally test his discovery by studying the Velociraptors of Isla Sorna alongside Ellie. However, Alan and Ellie are not at all interested in this, saying that the creatures that inhabit the island are not dinosaurs, but rather monsters created in a laboratory by John Hammond and his company InGen, who claim that the real dinosaurs became extinct 65 million years ago and what remains of them are fossilized.

The couple ends by saying that nothing in this world will make them return to an island full of dinosaurs due to the traumatic experiences they had during the events of the first film. After the talk, Alan and Ellie are approached by the redhead boy, who really wanted to talk to them. Alan refused, because he saw that teenager with bad eyes, since apparently he was a rocker and in his view, rockers, metalheads, punks, skinheads, etc. are rowdy and ill-natured people. However, Ellie sympathized with Alex and convinced Alan to talk to him, because in addition to the fact that he was the only one interested in her husband's research, it was the first time she saw a young man his age admiring their work.

During the conversation, Alex says that he has always been a fan of them and that he has admired their work since childhood, in addition to the fact that he is passionate about dinosaurs. In addition, they discuss the intelligence of Velociraptors, raising the hypothesis that Velociraptors were intellectually and socially advanced, surpassing even primates. If it were not for the extinction of the dinosaurs, Alan believes that raptors could have become the dominant species on Earth. He theorizes that their intelligence came from their ability to communicate with each other, using their resonance chambers. This new discovery could change the view of these dinosaurs in paleontology as a whole.

Later that day, Alex went on vacation with his girlfriend, Gisele Thorne, and their friends to Nau'i Island, an island a few kilometers away from Costa Rica, which is a resort and tourist attraction for many people around the world. However, during the trip, the plane suddenly crashed, where the crash was caused by a dry run caused by a lack of fuel. Most of the passengers died after the plane crash and the only survivors were Alex, Gisele and their two friends, Ash Campbell and Nicholas "Nick" Harris.

After the private jet crashed on a mysterious island, before meeting up with the others, Ash had found a dead baby dinosaur in the wreckage of the aircraft, where after reuniting with his friends, the 4 teenagers were attacked by the Spinosaurus, who was apparently very angry and wanted to kill them at all costs, chasing them relentlessly. However, after a long chase, the 4 teenagers managed to lose him by entering an area that was protected by a fence that was still electrified. 3 weeks later, after giving another lecture and failing once again in their attempt to get some funding for their research, Alan and Ellie receive an unexpected visit from a billionaire couple.

This couple claims to be Alex's parents, where they both discovered that he had disappeared on Isla Sorna after the plane he was taking off in crashed. The US and Costa Rican government agencies refused to help them, due to the fact that the island is a restricted area. The couple then offers the two protagonists funding for the research if they rescue Alex and his friends. Initially, Alan strongly refuses the offer, but Ellie manages to convince him to accept the couple's proposal, saying that this was their chance to get the money for the research and the mortgage on the house, since they are about to lose the house if they do not pay the mortgage by next week.

That same day, after discovering the existence of a second island inhabited by dinosaurs due to the repercussions of the events that occurred in the second film, Biosyn's chief scientist, Lewis Dodgson, meets with two men: George Baselton (an biologist) and Howard King (a Biosyn geneticist). Dodgson explains that 2 years after the failure of Jurassic Park, several dinosaurs were migrating to the Costa Rican mainland, which forced the country's government to take drastic measures: bombing that island. Since Isla Nublar no longer exists, all of Biosyn's plans went down the drain. However, a year ago, the T. Rex attack in San Diego brought the truth to light, and now the whole world knows about this incident, the Isla Nublar Incident, and the bombing of this island.

Now that Biosyn knows about the existence of Site B, InGen's main breeding and research site, this is their only chance to turn things around and clone their own dinosaurs to exploit them and make tons of money from these animals, where Dodgson, George, and Howard need to collect all the information and biological material, in other words, steal all of InGen's research and dinosaur eggs. The next day, a 17-year-old girl with long, brown hair named Amanda went out on a date. However, what her parents didn't know was that she was actually going to the port to look for someone who could take her to Isla Sorna by boat, as she is Alex's twin sister and wants to save her brother on her own.

After her brother disappeared on that dinosaur-infested island, Amanda is willing to do anything to get him out of there, as she believed that her parents' plan would fail, since it was very likely that Alan and Ellie would never accept their proposal to go to the island to rescue him, not even for money due to the traumatic experiences they both witnessed in the Isla Nublar Incident in 1993. However, after the girl arrived at the port, everyone there refused to help her, because even if she paid them a large sum of cash, the island she wanted to go to is a restricted area, in addition to the fact that it is a very dangerous place due to the dinosaurs.

Before she could give up, Amanda runs into a group of fishermen, who were already preparing to leave. She asks for a ride to Isla Sorna, but one of the fishermen refuses, saying he doesn't want to babysit a teenager. The girl then offers the fishermen $10,000 if they take her to the island, which they all accept. Near Isla Sorna, the boat is attacked by several Pteranodons, who kill everyone except Amanda, who managed to save herself by shooting one of the Pteranodons that attacked her, where she ended up falling into the sea. Minutes later, Amanda is unconscious on the beach, until she feels something like a rough tongue passing over her face. When she opens her eyes, she sees a Microceratus on top of her. She is frightened by the animal and it runs into the woods.

When she gets up, all sore, she hears human voices further ahead. As she goes towards the voices, she sees the boat that took Dodgson, George and Howard docked on the coast of the island. She hears Dodgson's entire plan to steal everything they can from the island, from information to biological material. She leaves cautiously so as not to attract attention, while Dodgson and the others board the jeep and head to the island. In the jungle, Amanda tries to search for her brother, but is attacked by 3 Velociraptors, who ambush her. Before the dinosaurs can devour her, Alex, Nick, Gisele and Ash appear, dispersing the attack with tear gas bombs, and taking Amanda to a mysterious place where they were taking shelter.

Hours later, Alan and Ellie, along with a group of 7 armed mercenaries, are taken to the island by helicopter and parachute to land there. As they begin their search for the teenagers, the group is attacked and chased by Velociraptors, who kill 2 mercenaries. During the chase and much shooting that results in the death of several Velociraptors, Alan and Ellie lose the remaining mercenaries, but are saved by the teenagers, who are riding motorcycles. The group is chased by the Velociraptors to a cliff, where in an effort to escape the scaly predators, each of the teenagers takes a parachute from their backpack and jumps off the motorcycles to safety, while Alan and Ellie hold on to them.

After jumping, 3 Velociraptors jump in an attempt to catch the protagonists, but fail and fall to their deaths. In parallel, the mercenaries escape into a herd of Corythosaurus and Parasaurolophus, causing a stampede; one mercenary gets lost from the others, who take refuge in the trees. The Velociraptors injure her and try to attract the other mercenaries to rescue her, but their trap is unsuccessful and they soon kill her. As they slide to the other side of the island, the teenagers take Alan and Ellie to their hideout, which is an underground laboratory that has been abandoned for years. At this time, Alan and Ellie meet Alex's sister and his friends. After telling them everything that happened, Gisele says that the Spinosaurus continued to chase them for some time, during which it tries to kill them for no apparent reason.

However, Nick and Ash deduce that the Spinosaurus wants revenge on them for the death of its cub, since one of them saw the body of a baby dinosaur that was in front of the private jet, implying that the aircraft killed the Spinosaurus's cub during the crash. In addition, the protagonists discover some secrets of InGen in that underground laboratory, such as the fact that in late 1997, InGen scientists came to Isla Sorna illegally with the intention of creating new dinosaurs (which explains why the Spinosaurus is one of the dinosaurs that are not on InGen's official list), InGen's plans to clone more dinosaurs with the intention of controlling them, and their plans to sell the dinosaurs as military weapons.

Not far away, Lewis Dodgson and his team found the Staurikosaurus nests. They throw gas bombs to scare the animals away. They take some eggs and put them in their backpacks, where they then leave for the next nest. A few hours later, Alan, Ellie and the teenagers meet up with the remaining mercenaries. However, the Spinosaurus, which had appeared by surprise, relentlessly pursues the group, but they manage to escape by entering an area that was protected by a titanium fence. However, to their great surprise, the great predator, which did not want to give up on chasing them in any way, manages to get through by destroying the titanium fence using all its absurd strength.

However, before the Spinosaurus could kill them all at once, the protagonists manage to escape by entering an abandoned observatory that was a few meters away. After looting eggs from several dinosaurs, Dodgson, George and Howard finally reach the nest of the Tyrannosaurus rex. In addition to the eggs, there was also the Tyrannosaurus couple and their cub. The wind was changing and foreshadowed a storm. The two were afraid and wanted to leave this one for last, but Dodgson insisted and said it was the most precious. In the nest, Howard threw the gas grenades and agitated the adult predators, while the cub fell asleep thanks to the effect of the gas. Even though they were agitated, they remained in place, refusing to abandon the nest.

Howard shouted for George to act. George entered the smoke with a gas mask, passing between the legs of one of the T. rex. He grabbed one of the eggs, but when he returned, the dinosaur's tail hit him and Howard caught the egg in mid-air. The wind began to disperse the gas. Dodgson started the car and Howard jumped into the jeep with the egg. When he stood up, George came face to face with the T. rex. He stood still, trying to keep the animal from seeing him, but the predator pressed its snout against him, clearly confirming that it had seen him. The Tyrannosaurus grabbed him and shook him. Howard regretted having left George behind and blamed Dodgson for everything that was happening. In the middle of the argument, the other T. rex emerges from the woods and headbutts the jeep, which plunges into the ravine.

Dodgson wakes up after a while. The jeep is upside down, on vines. As he gets up in great pain, Dodgson hears the roars of Tyrannosaurus rex not far away. He then takes the T. rex egg and puts it in his backpack along with the eggs of other dinosaurs that he had stolen earlier. Before escaping from the large predators, Dodgson ends up finding Howard, who is very injured; apparently he had broken his leg. Howard asks for help, but Dodgson abandons him right there, leaving him to die in the clutches of the Tyrannosaurus rex. Nearby, he finds a bunker. After devouring Howard alive, the Tyrannosaurus rex quickly go after Dodgson. He manages to open the door and closes it quickly, before the Tyrannosaurus rex can catch him.

In parallel, the group unknowingly enters an underwater tunnel, which turns out to be an underground aquarium. Luckily for them, there is no sign of any aquatic predator that could attack them. At that moment, while the group rested after all the running around and chatted among themselves, Alan began to feel more sympathy for Alex when he realized that he was a good-natured boy, since as the saying goes: Appearances can be deceiving. In addition, Alan and Ellie ended up developing a feeling of protection towards the teenagers, since the friendship between them was like a pleasant relationship between parents and children. Meanwhile, Dodgson finds a passage to the basement. He enters the dark place, but when feeling the wall, he notices a circuit breaker and turns it on.

The corridor lights up, revealing it to be a system of underwater tunnels. In one of the tunnels, Dodgson breaks down a door that takes him to a very luxurious office. Except for the thin layer of dust, everything seemed to be intact. Dodgson starts rummaging through the drawers and finds documents that indicate that InGen had bigger plans for the dinosaurs beyond entertainment: agriculture, pharmaceuticals, and even robotics. He takes everything he can find and puts it in his bag. Not far away, Alan and Ellie try to find a way out, while the mercenaries take care of the teenagers. Upon entering the underwater tunnel system, the couple meet Dodgson, who lies and says he is Steven Cameron, a paleontologist who went on an expedition to the island but ended up getting lost.

The couple offers to help him, as they also want to leave the island, and he accepts their help. When Alan and Ellie introduce Dodgson to the others, Amanda quickly recognizes him and denies what Dodgson said, stating that he is not a paleontologist who came on an expedition to the island, revealing his real reason for being on the island. At that moment, Alan and Ellie realize that he is actually Lewis Dodgson, the man who works for Biosyn, the same company that was supposedly involved in the Isla Nublar Incident. Before Alan, Ellie and the mercenaries could do anything, Dodgson, who had been discovered, quickly draws his revolver and shoots Alan, in addition to taking Alex as his hostage. Dodgson threatens to kill him if anyone tries to do anything against him, whereupon the villain slowly backs away.

He then kicks Alex's ass and manages to escape in time by getting into an elevator. To make matters worse, before leaving that place, the villain finds the aquarium control room located in the first dome and frees the Kronosaurus, which had been trapped in its cage for a few years. Alan, Ellie and the others are attacked by the Kronosaurus, which at all costs tries to break the tunnel glass to devour them. At one point, the marine reptile hit the glass again, where the crack in the glass allowed water to enter the tunnel, flooding it. The protagonists lock themselves in the aquarium's second dome before the rotunda above completely floods, only to discover that the damaged pressure seal on the door is causing the moon pool to slowly flood the room as well. Left with no choice, the protagonists don their respective diving gear and try to find a way out while trying to avoid the marine reptile.

The protagonists manage to lose the Kronosaurus and finally find an exit, which is a cave that leads them to the surface. Upon reaching the surface, they go to a port and find a boat that appears to be seaworthy, but is low on fuel. Alan goes to the port's warehouse to find some gas cans to fuel the boat. The place was damp and the moonlight illuminated the interior through the broken parts of the roof. There were many containers that formed a sort of maze. Alan hears deep breathing and heavy footsteps. Alan hides inside a half-open container and observes. It was a 7-foot-tall Carnotaurus, illuminated by the moonlight. Alan noticed that the animal's color pattern changed as it moved.

It was a camouflage mechanism. In addition, the dinosaur had chameleon-like eyes and a prehensile tail, suggesting that InGen created this dinosaur using chameleon DNA and that it also has 360-degree vision. The predator gets closer and closer to the container where Alan is hiding, but the others appear with flashlights that confuse the predator. The dinosaur invades the container while Alan escapes from under the animal's hind legs. The group trap the Carnotaurus inside the container. Knowing that this would not hold it for long, they hurry to set sail from there. They finally find a can of fuel and fill the vessel.

The theropod manages to free itself and chases the group, but Ellie manages to save herself and the others by shooting the Carnotaurus in the eye with a flare gun, slowing the dinosaur down and giving the group enough time to lose it. The next morning, during the boat ride, they encounter a group of Parasaurolophus, Brachiosaurus, Stegosaurus, Pachycephalosaurus and Ankylosaurus grazing in a field. Alan and Ellie marvel at how they coexist with each other and their environment. At dusk, Alan manages to call Alex and Amanda's parents, telling them that he and his wife have the twins. The billionaire couple says that they will arrange for a rescue helicopter to take them off the island tomorrow.

At one point, the protagonists see the silhouette of a man a few kilometers away. It was Dodgson, who was still trying to find a way out of that green hell. Alan then shoots Dodgson, stunning him. The group then ties him up using ropes that they had on the boat, trapping him. After capturing him, Alan and Ellie demand answers, wanting to know the whole truth. Dodgson reveals that he does in fact work for Biosyn, InGen's rival. Dodgson says that he has been tracking InGen's work for years and that he was the one who hired Dennis Nedry to steal dinosaur DNA embryos, which resulted in the collapse of Jurassic Park. He claims to have found valuable information from InGen's research and the most ambitious intentions it had for the dinosaurs.

Now it will be Biosyn's turn to make these ambitions a reality. In addition, Dodgson says that now that he has eggs from several species of dinosaurs on the island, he intends to create a hunting reserve, where dinosaurs could be hunted for sport, in which only very rich people could enjoy it by paying him millions of dollars. Upon learning everything, Alan, in a fit of rage, punched the villain in the face, who still mocked him. The paleontologist was going to beat the criminal, but is stopped by the others. At that moment, the protagonists went to discuss what to do with Dodgson; Alan, Amanda and Ash wanted him dead, while Ellie, Alex and Gisele wanted him arrested for all his crimes. Nick and the mercenaries were really unsure of what to do with the villain, since both options (killing or taking Dodgson to the police) had their ups and downs.

Before they could definitively decide what to do with the villain, the protagonists are attacked by the Spinosaurus again. During the attack, Ash sacrifices himself to save Amanda from the Spinosaurus, dying in the process. The Spinosaurus then turns the boat over, opening the engine and spilling fuel oil into the river. As the boat was submerged, Dodgson manages to free himself and barely escapes the Spinosaurus's clutches, which almost devour him. The protagonists swim to the surface, where the 4 remaining mercenaries try to protect the others with their guns, using all their ammunition against the largest predator on the island. At one point, one of them fired a missile at the theropod, which, despite having seriously injured the dinosaur's right eye, was of no use.

Despite their efforts, the mercenaries were unable to kill the large predator, which killed two mercenaries. While the other two remaining mercenaries were still trying to kill the Spinosaurus, Alan fired a flare, igniting the spilled oil and scaring the Spinosaurus, which fled into the jungle, finally giving up on avenging the death of its cub. At the same time, after fleeing into the forest, Dodgson was attacked by a Dilophosaurus, which cornered him. When the Dilophosaurus was about to kill him, the same pair of Tyrannosaurus that Dodgson had stolen the egg from appeared and scared the dinosaur away, scaring it far away. Dodgson quickly stood still, trying not to be seen by the pair of predators. However, to his great surprise, the male T. rex grabbed him by the leg, making him scream in pain. The villain's backpack was slightly open, where the female T. rex sniffed the backpack and realized that it lost egg was inside along with eggs from other dinosaurs.

The two Tyrannosaurus roar angrily at Dodgson, who then removes the egg from the backpack and rips it open. The female Tyrannosaurus, along with it mate, take the egg and Dodgson to their nest, where Dodgson is eaten alive by the T. rex cub. The next day, near the coast of the island, the group hears the sounds of a helicopter, and upon seeing where the sounds were coming from, the group realizes that a military helicopter had in fact landed on the coast of the island. Alan, Ellie, Alex, Amanda, Nick, Gisele, and the two remaining mercenaries are rescued, and they all leave the island safely. As the helicopter heads towards the North American continent, the Pteranodons fly by, apparently looking for new nesting sites. Later, Alan and Ellie receive the money for the research and the mortgage on the house, as Alex and Amanda's parents had promised.

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