And for your enjoyment...
Jan. 2nd, 2007 01:10 amHere is Part Two.
…Winter's Snow
(Ray's POV)
I must be bloody mad. Never done anything like this before. The neighbours will think I'm loopy. Mind you, they already think I am anyway. According to Bodie, they always complain about my slamming his door.
Yep, I know. How petty can you get? They'd be complaining if I shot a few rounds off in his flat, wouldn’t they? Cantankerous old farts.
That's not what I'm here for though. Not tonight. Sitting here in the Capri at almost midnight outside Bodie's flat. Working up the courage to get out of the car, walk across to the building and press the intercom button.
Something I've done loads of times, without thought or question. Particularly on a bright, sunny, early morning, when I've leant on the button without compunction to get that idle bugger out of bed for a run. He's such a lazy sod. Likes his lie-ins, he does.
Mind you, though he always complains about having to drag his carcass out of bed, once we are out and about and running he dun'alf perk up. We both do, actually. Me because I'm spending quality time with my best mate, and him – well, usually because I resort to bribing him with a full English back at my flat. What he won't do for some grub isn’t worth talking about. Bless him.
But nothing is as important as this is. Nothing. I just have to summon up the courage to…
Oh for pity's sake, Doyle, just get out of the car. That's it. Now lock it. Take a deep breath. No, don’t look up at his window; just walk nonchalantly across the pavement. Good. 'nother deep breath and…
I press it.
"Hello?"
This is it. "'Lo Bodie, let me in," I say, heart going ten to the dozen.
He does and I do my usual trick of slamming the door. Can't help it, it's like I have to do it or die, d'you know what I mean? Anyway, I pound up the stairs to find the door open and him waiting there.
"Hi Doyle. What's up?" he asks, before turning away from me and wandering back inside. Gives me the perfect view of his delectable arse. No, Doyle, don’t think about his arse just yet.
Okay. Composure. Right, sorted…I think. I walk in and lean against his lounge door, tilting my hips at just the right angle. Yes, okay, so I know the effect I have on women when I do this. It's been perfected over a number of years, y'know. I'm just hoping it has the same effect on our Mr. Bodie over there.
And it would seem it has. He turns away, but not before I detect a flash of something in his gorgeous eyes.
Don’t get me started on his beautiful, emotive, midnight blue eyes, lined with the longest, most delicious looking black lashes I ever saw on a man. If they were on a female, they'd be sexy. On him, they are just spectacular.
…
…
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah. He's supposedly watching the traffic outside, but I can see through the reflection in the window his sneaky glances towards me.
It's given me enough confidence anyway. Confidence to walk across to him, stand extremely close and put my arm around his waist. I can feel his pulse pounding away beneath my wrist.
"Doyle? Wha…what're you doing?" he asks, nervously.
I can't help it. He's temptation itself and his neck is just begging to be nuzzled. So I do it. "What does it look like, you dumb crud?" I say, somewhat amused.
But, much as nuzzling his neck is delightful, I need more.
"Bodie. Turn around. I need to see you. Talk to you."
I know he wouldn’t turn around voluntarily so I do it for him. I turn him and press him up against his window. Shit, his body feels so damn good against mine. That's even with clothes on. God knows what it'll be like without.
I lower my voice, and hope it sounds sexy. "Bodie. Bodie, I've got to tell you something, mate."
Before I would have said he looked bewildered, but all of a sudden he just looks so…well, I would never have said an ex-merc could look terrified, but he does…
…Ahh.
And now I know why. I can't stop the delighted grin from spreading over my face, along with an almighty sense of relief that I didn’t get something as important as this wrong.
If Cowley himself walked in, right at this precise moment, it wouldn’t stop me from leaning forward and capturing his wonderful pouting lips with mine in a blisteringly hot, yet deliciously sweet first kiss.
…
…
…
I feel as if I've been awake for hours, but in reality I know it's only been minutes. I've finally found that safe harbour I've been looking for all my life; my soul mate. Bodie completes me. He always did, actually, but I never realised it until now.
Had the night of my life last night. Nope, don’t even bother to ask 'cause I aint telling. But I know I have a smile on me the size of England itself.
And I also know that it's love. As pure a love as you could find anywhere. An enduring, lifelong, grande passione. How did WH Auden put it? "He's my north, my south, my east, my west." Or something like that, anyway. It's true. He is.
It's Christmas too. I'd completely forgotten that. What a bloody wonderful Christmas pressie. Santa must have thought I'd been a good boy all year. He gave me Bodie.
And I will never let go. Me and you against the world, eh Bodie?
I let out one gigantic, contented sigh and snuggle further down into the sheets. No way am I dragging him out of bed today for a jog.
Got better things to do, haven’t we?
Title: (complete) Summer's Sun and Winter's Snow
Author: Zoe
Slash or Gen: Slash
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit/Hatstand: Yes please
Disclaimer: Sadly the boys aren’t mine, but I like to play with them occasionally
Notes: Thanks to the wonderful Mel, Annette and Chris…*bows down before their greatness*
…Winter's Snow
(Ray's POV)
I must be bloody mad. Never done anything like this before. The neighbours will think I'm loopy. Mind you, they already think I am anyway. According to Bodie, they always complain about my slamming his door.
Yep, I know. How petty can you get? They'd be complaining if I shot a few rounds off in his flat, wouldn’t they? Cantankerous old farts.
That's not what I'm here for though. Not tonight. Sitting here in the Capri at almost midnight outside Bodie's flat. Working up the courage to get out of the car, walk across to the building and press the intercom button.
Something I've done loads of times, without thought or question. Particularly on a bright, sunny, early morning, when I've leant on the button without compunction to get that idle bugger out of bed for a run. He's such a lazy sod. Likes his lie-ins, he does.
Mind you, though he always complains about having to drag his carcass out of bed, once we are out and about and running he dun'alf perk up. We both do, actually. Me because I'm spending quality time with my best mate, and him – well, usually because I resort to bribing him with a full English back at my flat. What he won't do for some grub isn’t worth talking about. Bless him.
But nothing is as important as this is. Nothing. I just have to summon up the courage to…
Oh for pity's sake, Doyle, just get out of the car. That's it. Now lock it. Take a deep breath. No, don’t look up at his window; just walk nonchalantly across the pavement. Good. 'nother deep breath and…
I press it.
"Hello?"
This is it. "'Lo Bodie, let me in," I say, heart going ten to the dozen.
He does and I do my usual trick of slamming the door. Can't help it, it's like I have to do it or die, d'you know what I mean? Anyway, I pound up the stairs to find the door open and him waiting there.
"Hi Doyle. What's up?" he asks, before turning away from me and wandering back inside. Gives me the perfect view of his delectable arse. No, Doyle, don’t think about his arse just yet.
Okay. Composure. Right, sorted…I think. I walk in and lean against his lounge door, tilting my hips at just the right angle. Yes, okay, so I know the effect I have on women when I do this. It's been perfected over a number of years, y'know. I'm just hoping it has the same effect on our Mr. Bodie over there.
And it would seem it has. He turns away, but not before I detect a flash of something in his gorgeous eyes.
Don’t get me started on his beautiful, emotive, midnight blue eyes, lined with the longest, most delicious looking black lashes I ever saw on a man. If they were on a female, they'd be sexy. On him, they are just spectacular.
…
…
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah. He's supposedly watching the traffic outside, but I can see through the reflection in the window his sneaky glances towards me.
It's given me enough confidence anyway. Confidence to walk across to him, stand extremely close and put my arm around his waist. I can feel his pulse pounding away beneath my wrist.
"Doyle? Wha…what're you doing?" he asks, nervously.
I can't help it. He's temptation itself and his neck is just begging to be nuzzled. So I do it. "What does it look like, you dumb crud?" I say, somewhat amused.
But, much as nuzzling his neck is delightful, I need more.
"Bodie. Turn around. I need to see you. Talk to you."
I know he wouldn’t turn around voluntarily so I do it for him. I turn him and press him up against his window. Shit, his body feels so damn good against mine. That's even with clothes on. God knows what it'll be like without.
I lower my voice, and hope it sounds sexy. "Bodie. Bodie, I've got to tell you something, mate."
Before I would have said he looked bewildered, but all of a sudden he just looks so…well, I would never have said an ex-merc could look terrified, but he does…
…Ahh.
And now I know why. I can't stop the delighted grin from spreading over my face, along with an almighty sense of relief that I didn’t get something as important as this wrong.
If Cowley himself walked in, right at this precise moment, it wouldn’t stop me from leaning forward and capturing his wonderful pouting lips with mine in a blisteringly hot, yet deliciously sweet first kiss.
…
…
…
I feel as if I've been awake for hours, but in reality I know it's only been minutes. I've finally found that safe harbour I've been looking for all my life; my soul mate. Bodie completes me. He always did, actually, but I never realised it until now.
Had the night of my life last night. Nope, don’t even bother to ask 'cause I aint telling. But I know I have a smile on me the size of England itself.
And I also know that it's love. As pure a love as you could find anywhere. An enduring, lifelong, grande passione. How did WH Auden put it? "He's my north, my south, my east, my west." Or something like that, anyway. It's true. He is.
It's Christmas too. I'd completely forgotten that. What a bloody wonderful Christmas pressie. Santa must have thought I'd been a good boy all year. He gave me Bodie.
And I will never let go. Me and you against the world, eh Bodie?
I let out one gigantic, contented sigh and snuggle further down into the sheets. No way am I dragging him out of bed today for a jog.
Got better things to do, haven’t we?
Title: (complete) Summer's Sun and Winter's Snow
Author: Zoe
Slash or Gen: Slash
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit/Hatstand: Yes please
Disclaimer: Sadly the boys aren’t mine, but I like to play with them occasionally
Notes: Thanks to the wonderful Mel, Annette and Chris…*bows down before their greatness*
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Date: 2007-01-02 01:40 am (UTC)Thanks for these! And happy new year! (Which it still is for me. *g*)
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Date: 2007-01-02 04:10 pm (UTC)Happy New Year to you too.
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Date: 2007-01-02 04:17 pm (UTC)Thanks and a Happy New Year to you too.
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Date: 2007-01-02 09:50 am (UTC)Got better things to do, haven't we? I'll just bet they have.
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Date: 2007-01-02 04:23 pm (UTC)Happy New Year
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Date: 2007-01-02 10:15 pm (UTC)Poor terrified Bodie. Ahh.. that's why. :)
You know I love this but here I am saying t again. I love this!
Thanks Honey!
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Date: 2007-01-02 10:45 pm (UTC)Oh for pity's sake, Doyle, just get out of the car. That's it. Now lock it. Take a deep breath. No, don’t look up at his window; just walk nonchalantly across the pavement. Good. 'nother deep breath and…
This is it. "'Lo Bodie, let me in," I say, heart going ten to the dozen.
And I love the following line which I think says more than everything else about them and their relationship:
And I will never let go. Me and you against the world, eh Bodie?
Thanks, again.
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Date: 2007-01-02 10:48 pm (UTC)Thanks again.
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Date: 2007-01-05 11:37 am (UTC)Nice lines:
Ahh.
And there, in between all that lot, is the crux of my problem.
I've fallen in love.
and
Now I'm sounding like a bad Mills 'n' Boon book. You know the ones – boy meets girl, boy falls out with girl, girl pines, boy makes up with girl when he realises that she is the love of his life. Except this time its boy meets boy, boy doesn’t realise he has fallen in love with boy, boy mphmmmmmmmm…
Heee.... I enjoyed that moment very much!
I've never felt this much possession over anything or anyone before. So much power to hurt; to soothe; to keep safe. I've never been scared before either but I am now.
Thanks for writing this, it was lovely.
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Date: 2007-01-22 03:47 pm (UTC)It's very lucky for Bodie that he did!
Thank you - I very much enjoyed the different POV. It added a lot to the story.
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Date: 2007-01-29 08:32 pm (UTC):-))))