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byslantedlight.livejournal.comHappy Winter Solstice! And of course summer solstice, for some people. *g*
For the third year in a row I've not managed to finish my Big Story Project, but I can at least offer a littler Pros fic for you - one with the promise of sunshine to come!
The Loaded Gun
by Slantedlight
“You know, we could have been anyone,” Doyle said, gazing around them. “Insurance salesmen, brain surgeons…”
“Deep sea divers?” Bodie was too comfortable to move, the sand just right under his towel, arms stretched up and head cradled perfectly on his hands, the Spanish sun on his face as hot as it had ever been in Africa, but he opened his eyes and squinted up. The expanse of Doyle’s naked back stretched beside him, already tinged a warm old-gold. He was still sitting up, feet planted firmly apart, arms loosely clasped around bent knees, scanning the ranks of other holiday-makers splayed on the beach around them. Not just nosiness, Bodie thought, Doyle still hadn’t relaxed into their two weeks away yet, was still a little tense at the idea of not having his shooter with him in case they might need it. A little tense at the idea of what that shooter could do.
( No guns through Heathrow this time... )
For the third year in a row I've not managed to finish my Big Story Project, but I can at least offer a littler Pros fic for you - one with the promise of sunshine to come!
by Slantedlight
“You know, we could have been anyone,” Doyle said, gazing around them. “Insurance salesmen, brain surgeons…”
“Deep sea divers?” Bodie was too comfortable to move, the sand just right under his towel, arms stretched up and head cradled perfectly on his hands, the Spanish sun on his face as hot as it had ever been in Africa, but he opened his eyes and squinted up. The expanse of Doyle’s naked back stretched beside him, already tinged a warm old-gold. He was still sitting up, feet planted firmly apart, arms loosely clasped around bent knees, scanning the ranks of other holiday-makers splayed on the beach around them. Not just nosiness, Bodie thought, Doyle still hadn’t relaxed into their two weeks away yet, was still a little tense at the idea of not having his shooter with him in case they might need it. A little tense at the idea of what that shooter could do.
( No guns through Heathrow this time... )
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