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discoveredinaljJust looking for something else in my journal and found these, from some time ago, friends-locked. With apologies to my friends list who may have seen them already, but here they are. Three drabbles.
"Mmmnf." Bodie pressed his lips together.
"Don't have to do this, y'know."
"Just get the fuck on with it, Doyle."
Doyle exhaled and splashed the burning disinfectant over the wound. He knew why his new partner wanted him to do it. Nothing to do with "save wasting time at Casualty." Nothing to do with trust and partnership. No. No, for Bodie, pain was safer. Bodie knew where he was with pain.
Doyle wondered at this strange man: more willing to accept pain from his partner than relief.
"One day," thought Doyle, "One day I will make you groan with pleasure."
.oOo.
"Anyone home?"
Doyle didn't lift his eyes from the binoculars. "Bodie?" He shivered as cold fingers brushed his neck.
"In the flesh."
"Bloody frozen flesh, that. Get off!"
Bodie adopted an injured tone. "And me here to relieve you. Shift."
Doyle shifted obediently. He regarded a half-done jigsaw on the battered table gloomily.
Bodie stretched. "Turner's arriving."
He retreated to the table and inspected Doyle's efforts. Carefully, he leaned forward and added something.
"There. Better?"
Doyle considered and then his face cleared. "Bastard. There was a missing piece.. A missing piece! You... You--"
He broke off.
"Me," agreed Bodie happily.
.oOo.
Spiders dangled on gossamer, lacing the tent's opening. Doyle shook them loose as he struggled out into the early morning. Dressed in tshirt and brief pants, he picked his way through nature's offerings to the relative safety of the car park. He rummaged in the boot.
Returning with bacon to the tent, he grinned at the new arrival outside, and scrambled below the canvas.
"Bodie! Wake up! The Cow wants you!"
"Whassamarra? Ray? Come back to bed..." Bodie blinked, befuddled.
"COW!"
Bodie shot up, eyes wild.
Bright eyes and an inquiring muzzle poked under the flap. The cow mooed, gently.
.oOo.
"Mmmnf." Bodie pressed his lips together.
"Don't have to do this, y'know."
"Just get the fuck on with it, Doyle."
Doyle exhaled and splashed the burning disinfectant over the wound. He knew why his new partner wanted him to do it. Nothing to do with "save wasting time at Casualty." Nothing to do with trust and partnership. No. No, for Bodie, pain was safer. Bodie knew where he was with pain.
Doyle wondered at this strange man: more willing to accept pain from his partner than relief.
"One day," thought Doyle, "One day I will make you groan with pleasure."
"Anyone home?"
Doyle didn't lift his eyes from the binoculars. "Bodie?" He shivered as cold fingers brushed his neck.
"In the flesh."
"Bloody frozen flesh, that. Get off!"
Bodie adopted an injured tone. "And me here to relieve you. Shift."
Doyle shifted obediently. He regarded a half-done jigsaw on the battered table gloomily.
Bodie stretched. "Turner's arriving."
He retreated to the table and inspected Doyle's efforts. Carefully, he leaned forward and added something.
"There. Better?"
Doyle considered and then his face cleared. "Bastard. There was a missing piece.. A missing piece! You... You--"
He broke off.
"Me," agreed Bodie happily.
Spiders dangled on gossamer, lacing the tent's opening. Doyle shook them loose as he struggled out into the early morning. Dressed in tshirt and brief pants, he picked his way through nature's offerings to the relative safety of the car park. He rummaged in the boot.
Returning with bacon to the tent, he grinned at the new arrival outside, and scrambled below the canvas.
"Bodie! Wake up! The Cow wants you!"
"Whassamarra? Ray? Come back to bed..." Bodie blinked, befuddled.
"COW!"
Bodie shot up, eyes wild.
Bright eyes and an inquiring muzzle poked under the flap. The cow mooed, gently.
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