Ode to a Lemsip

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

"Sit up and wrap your hands around this."

Doyle blinks himself semi-upright and stares at the mug.

"Wrap 'em around something else, if you like."

He tries a leer, but what with the watery eyes, unwashed hair and red nose, it's not a particularly tempting offer.

Bodie thinks about actually petting him, but he can wait.

Twenty minutes later, the Lemsip is in, and Bodie has a furnace plastered to his ribs.

"Always so cold," slurs Doyle, pressing into his neck. "'S nice."

Bodie sighs, squeezes, all mock sufferance.

Truth be told, he rather likes a Doyle on Lemsips.

Comments

[murphybabe]

Awww, that's made me all warm inside too! Thank you for cheering up my day.

[callistosh65.livejournal.com]

You're welcome - thank you, I'm pleased you liked my sniffly, out of it Doyle.