The Fragrance of Morning

[rochvelleth.livejournal.com]

Well, it turns out I didn't need that prompt after all...



The Fragrance of Morning

Bodie rubbed his eyes and turned over beneath the warm and reassuringly heavy duvet. The sights and smells and tastes of his activities with Doyle the night before were fresh in his mind, which felt pleasantly numb after a long and satisfying sleep. His mind lazily replayed their tender kisses in the shower, the desperately rushed fuck against the bathroom wall, the slower fellationes when they finally reached the bed, the hours they lay in each other’s arms talking softly or not at all.

But when Bodie opened his eyes, he saw that Doyle was not there with him. Nevertheless, he put out his hand, to feel the place where Doyle had been, still warm from his presence. “Ray?” he said aloud, wondering if he had had to go out early that morning. What date was it? The fourteenth, or something like that? Maybe he was needed at that stakeout on Rider Street with the drug ring.

And then, there it was: the unmistakeable smell of bacon. His favourite smell in the world. Instinctively, he slipped out of bed, and padded in his bare feet to the kitchen, not bothering to stop and put on his dressing gown. And there was Doyle, slaving over a hot pan.

Doyle turned round, and raised his eyebrows at Bodie’s nakedness. But then he just smiled and turned back to the cooking.

“I knew it was you getting up in the middle of the night and having secret fry-ups,” Bodie teased, coming closer and leaning over the cooker to enjoy the pungent smell of frying bacon and eggs and tomatoes and sausages. His hand played lightly over Doyle’s back and he was rewarded with a shiver. “You dark horse, Ray! All that nonsense about vitamins...”

“I might leave it half-cooked if you’re going to complain!” Doyle said, shooting a playful frown at his companion. “Now get a plate out and sit down. Oh no, sunshine, no need to put on any clothes first!”

They grinned at each other, and Bodie patted his bare stomach in anticipation of what was to come. As he sat down at the kitchen table, he decided that this must be what love is. And the next day, just maybe, he would reciprocate with an array of fruits and freshly squeezed juice for Doyle.



Title: The Fragrance of Morning
Author: Rochvelleth
Warnings (only if absolutely necessary): Too slushy? Nah!
Disclaimer: Don’t I get to just own them for Valentine’s Day? Pleease?
Notes: Just a snippet of shared life and love.

Comments

[schnuffi.livejournal.com]

Ah yes, there's nothing better than the smell of sizzling bacon and hot coffee in the morning. The way to a man's love is through his stomach and so it must be true love indeed. Thank you for sharing this precious little thing.

[rochvelleth.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'm sure true love is exactly what it is *g*

[snailbones.livejournal.com]

The perfect way to start the day - a warm bed, and Ray Doyle cooking bacon. ::goes to happy place::

Lovely, thank you.

[rochvelleth.livejournal.com]

Thank you :D

[bistokids.livejournal.com]

Naked fry-ups win! :D

This is sweet and lovely, and just the right kind of slushy for Valentine's Day. Thank you! :D

[rochvelleth.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I must say, naked Bodie with bacon would have been a perect start to my Valentine's Day, but never mind, I can but dream *g*

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

Awwwwwww! Bacon! *g*

Thanks. :D

[rochvelleth.livejournal.com]

Hee, thank you!

[mab-browne.livejournal.com]

Bacon and then the next day juice and fruit. Sweet reciprocity...:-)

[rochvelleth.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'm sure they like doing things for each other, if you know what I mean *vbg*

[mistry89.livejournal.com]

Mmm, the cleaning up after the fruit-and-juice version should be easier, but as a memory, not so evocative to the olfactory senses. *g*
Cheers!

[rochvelleth.livejournal.com]

Oh, there's nothing like bacon, in spite of all the pan-cleaning *g* Thank you!

[sc-fossil.livejournal.com]

It's true love when Doyle cooks bad food for Bodie. *g* Thanks!

[rochvelleth.livejournal.com]

Hee, thank you *g* I was thinking, What could Doyle do for Bodie that would show he really loved him? and came up with this ;)

[msmoat.livejournal.com]

It seems right that Bodie would enjoy the smell of a fry-up, doesn't it? (Mind you, I'm not so sure of the sense in leaning over a said fry-up without, er, protection.... *g*) Valentine's day with the lads--I suspect they would be pretty much like this. Thank you!

[rochvelleth.livejournal.com]

*lol* Yes, I'm rather too fond of leaning over frying things but I do have one of those pan shield things for protection *g* Thank you!

[constant-muse.livejournal.com]

Impossible to be too slushy today.

Nothing against fry-ups, but I liked the first paragraph best.

Marks for Latin grammar, too ;)

[rochvelleth.livejournal.com]

Thank you *g*

Marks for Latin grammar, too ;)

*lol* I hope so ;)

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

Always thought the smell of a fry-up would be better than an alarm clock for Bodie! Nice:)))

[rochvelleth.livejournal.com]

Thank you! *g*

[norfolkdumpling.livejournal.com]

Aww! A lovely lazy start to the lads' day. Gorgeous - thanks :)

[rochvelleth.livejournal.com]

Thank you, I'm glad you liked it :D

[erushi.livejournal.com]

Warm and soft and very lovely. I adore the lads in the morning, and your fic is making me grin like a loon. Thank you!

[rochvelleth.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I love thinking about Bodie and Doyle being all cosy like that *g*

[byslantedlight.livejournal.com]

Oh, I really liked this - I love those sort of cosy moment glimpses, and feeling all fuzzy and happy for them afterwards! Thank you! *g*

[rochvelleth.livejournal.com]

Aw, thank you *g*

[saintvic.livejournal.com]

*happy sigh*

This is a lovely scene, I do like comfortable domestic moments, thank you.

[rochvelleth.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much! *g*