Title: You will always know
Author: Desperate For Attention
For: Any one that wants to read
Pairing: Stephen Hart and Connor Temple
Song Title: I'm yours- Jason Mraz
Disclaimer: All Character mentioned in this fic are sole property of Adrian Hodges and Tim Haines I can only dream of being the original owner.
Summary: "Come on Connor, get up!" She growled pressing the tip of her finger back into his shoulder in another failed attempt to rouse the chocolate eyed man from sleep.

I'm sure, I'm yours

Connor moaned loudly rolling away from the annoying sharp pain in his shoulder, attempting to swat the offending object away he pulled the sheet over his head and curled against the mattress in a tight ball.

Abby huffed pressing the palms of her hands against her hips.

"Come on Connor, get up!" She growled pressing the tip of her finger back into his shoulder in another failed attempt to rouse the chocolate eyed man from sleep.


Was the only response she had managed to gain from him, causing her to huff again and place her palm against his shoulder she gave one hard push and smirked when Connor yelped and hit the floor with a loud thud.

Connor sat against the floor rubbing the back of his neck with a grumbled complaint.

"Come on, get up and dressed." Abby grinned crawling across the bed until her face was rested against his shoulder with a playful excited smile.

"I'm getting up." Connor grumbled using the support of the bed to help himself up from the floor.

"You can have the shower first, since it's your special day." She grinned wrapping her arms to his neck excitedly. "Connor I'm so happy for you, really I am. I know I haven't always been the most supportive when it came to Stephen but this is great, this is serious stuff."

"Serious." Connor echoed more to himself than Abby.

"You going for a shower or what?" Abby grinned touching her hand to his shoulder as she past.

"What? Oh yeah sure." He smiled playful at her pulling the door shut behind him.

* * *

Nick grunted harshly into the threads of his pillow when again he felt the roughness of a warm hand press against his shoulder to rouse him from sleep. Curling against the sheet like a small child reluctant to get up for school he mumbled an un-heard sentence into the fabric that brought a bright amused grin to Stephen's mouth.

"Nick!" He called again reaching out to shake the professor's shoulder who furrowed his eyebrows in irritation and attempted to blindly bat Stephens pestering hands away.

"Go away Stephen." Nick grunted the words muffled by the pillow.

"Come on Nick, it's Nine-thirty-four in the morning."

"And at what time does it start?" Nick asked sleepily.

Stephen thought the question over for a minute, "one." He smiled only receiving a louder groan from Cutter.

"Come back later." Nick whispered pulling the sheet over his head and nuzzling back down into the warmth of his bed, ignoring the continual shake of Stephen's hand on his shoulder. "Are you always up this early?" Nick growled.

"I was up two hours ago." Stephen pointed out.

Cutter merely groaned and pulled the pillow over his ear to bloke the continual shout of his name.

* * *

"Tuck your shirt in—Connor take those bloody gloves off-- here let me do those buttons for you—look at your hair!—Con—"

"Mum stop!" Connor groaned when again Rose reached up to straighten out his shirt or brush the lose hair away from his shoulder.

"Connor Temple! This is a very special day and I will not have you looking like a tramp do you understand?" Rose muttered placing her hands on her hips.

Despite the tone of her voice Connor could not stop the smile from springing to his mouth. Rose seemed to stop altogether when Connor stepped forward and embraced her tightly against him.

"Thanks for coming." He whispered softly bringing a smile to his mothers face and tears to her eyes.

* * *

"Everything has to be perfect." Stephen moaned across the table to Cutter who sighed again.

"It will be."

"Nothing can go wrong, nothing." Stephen muttered.

"Stephen relax, Abby sorted everything out, the Vicar will be there on time, the tables are set out correctly, Connor is still going to be there, I went to fetch his mum the other night and I gagged Lester to prevent him from speaking." Nick smiled, causing Stephen to laugh lightly.

"What about the anomalies?" He asked bringing the mug up to his mouth when Nick shrugged.

"That was a little harder to control, but I spoke with Mother Nature—lovely woman—and she said she would see what she could do for us." Nick laughed lightly when Stephen rolled his eyes.

"Funny." He smiled.

"Don't concern yourself with the anomalies, Lester left a team behind so not to disturb your arrangements unless there is a dire need." Nick smiled reassuringly.

"Thank-you." Stephen whispered softly, a grin slipping against his mouth.

* * *

Connor laughed lightly at something Duncan had said to him, his eyes caught sight of Stephen tugging at his tie when he strolled confidently through the door, a smile crossed his mouth and he nodded his head in greeting when their eyes met.

"Excuse me." He smiled leaving Duncan stood between and Abby and Rose.

"Morning." Stephen whispered leaning forward to touch a kiss against Connor's lips.

"You look smart." Connor observed.

"Don't look too bad yourself Mr, Temple." Stephen grinned. "How was it with Abby?"

"Like I had never been away, until she woke me up at seven-forty this morning." Connor laughed. "I hate being woken up that early." He grunted with a fond smile.

"I wake you up earlier than that sometimes." Stephen pointed out, cocking his eyebrow when a smirk pulled at Connor's mouth.

"But she doesn't wake me up the way you do, you make it worth getting up early."

* * *

"I, Stephen James Hart, take you, Connor Temple, to be my husband, my constant friend, my faithful partner and my love from this day forward. In the presence of God, our family and friends, I offer you my solemn vow to be your faithful partner in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, and in joy as well as in sorrow. I promise to love you unconditionally, to support you in your goals, to honour and respect you, to laugh with you and cry with you, and to cherish you for as long as we both shall live." Stephen smiled slipping the golden band over Connor finger.

The vicar smiled lightly and nodded his head for Connor to speak.

"I, Connor Temple, take you, Stephen James Hart, to be my friend, my lover, my husband. I will be yours in times of plenty and in times of want, in times of sickness and in times of health, in times of joy and in times of sorrow, in times of failure and in times of triumph. I promise to cherish and respect you, to care and protect you, to comfort and encourage you, and stay with you, for all eternity." Connor mumbled slipping the ring onto Stephen finger, bright blue eyes settled reassuringly against Connor's and he swallowed the flush on his cheeks.

"I pronounce you both Husband and Husband." The vicar smiled gesturing towards Stephen who leant forward to touch his mouth against Connor's.

Abby grinned from the stalls, her hand falling against Rose's knee who grinned while dabbing the tears on her cheeks with an old tissue given to her by Jenny, Nick rolled his eyes and grinned up at them both nudging Lester ever so often for looking at his phone.

* * *

Cheers echoed across the room causing Connor to laugh lightly, Rose embraced him tightly kissing his cheeks and whispering how proud she felt, before moving on to Stephen who received the same treatment.

"I love you." Stephen whispered against the back of Connor's neck when the student wrapped his arms to Stephen's neck, the lab tech nuzzled his cheek affectionately and kissed his forehead.

"I love you too, Stephen." Connor grinned pressing himself closer against Stephen. "I really love you." He repeated in a whisper.

"Hey Con, you going to come and dance with me?" Abby grinned tugging at Connor's hand when he let Stephen go and was dragged into the crowd of people reluctantly by Abby. "How do you feel?" She asked.


"Awkward?" Abby repeated furrowing her brow in confusion.

"I can't dance," Connor admitted in a flushed whisper.

"I meant about the wedding." She laughed hitting his shoulder playfully when he giggled.

* * *

Connor shuddered when warm fingers ran sensually across his chest and Stephen captured his lips in a heated kiss, the smart suit slowly being stripped away from him fell to the floor in a heap and short burst of laughter continued to sound out across the room.

Tongues slithered against each other while hands ran over bare flesh in soft affectionate touches that flushed Connor's cheeks and brought out a smug smile on Stephen's face.

"Mr, Connor Hart," Stephen purred against the younger's ear.

"You called?" Connor whispered a smile arching his back from the mattress when Stephen nipped a love bite into the joint of Connor's neck and shoulder.

Stephen smirked reaching up to again push his mouth against Connor's he opened his mouth over the students and met his tongue in a heated kiss that sent shivers across both spines and they arched themselves closer to one another.

* * *

The End....

I know I have been very lazy with this update, sorry. I had trouble with it. Not good with weddings.
It's done D:
No more chapters, no more Primeval loving :(
I would like to thank everyone who has reviewed, messaged, favourite-d, alerted and read this fic, I appreciate it all and thank you for staying with it until the end, even when the chapters were naff and the plot had run away to elope with my non-existent grammar skills. :D

~Desperate for Attention.