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Mistletoe Mayhem
A Professionals Ficlet by Mizelle
December, 2016
Bodie snuggled luxuriously deeper into the embrace of the armchair he was currently occupying. He had the rest room, and the weak beam of winter sunlight that made its way through the windowpane, to himself. Sipping a cuppa, he was a contented man. In twenty minutes, give or take, he and Ray would be off duty for a whole five days, not even needing to be on call. And, best of all, it was Christmas Eve. They were planning to head over to Doyle’s flat for a comforting meal of hot roast beef sarnies washed down with mulled cider, and he knew there were mince pies for afters.
If he played his cards right, his mate would probably offer him a bed for the night, since they were spending Christmas Day together. With a few carefully worded complaints about his back, the sleeping arrangements might consist of sharing Ray’s bed rather than dossing down on the settee. A man could hope, couldn’t he? His pleasant musings about cozying up under the covers with the object of a fair number of his fantasies were rudely interrupted by the rest room door banging open and Murphy and Anson’s noisy entrance. The two of them were clutching each other as they howled with laughter. Catching sight of Bodie, they were even more overcome with hilarity.
“Better go rescue your partner, hadn’t you?” Anson chortled. “He didn’t spot the mistletoe on the ceiling in the typing room and got royally mobbed.”
“Yeah,” added Murphy. “Best get on yer bike or there won’t be anything left of him.” The door was swinging shut behind Bodie before Murphy finished speaking.
Hurrying through the hallways, Bodie fumed to himself. Couldn’t leave Ray alone for a minute, could he? He always seemed to find trouble if left to his own devices.
As he neared the typing room, he could hear what sounded like a loud party, or perhaps a small riot. Chairs were tipping over, and there were squeals of laughter and shouts of “It’s my turn! No! Me, me next!” His heart pounding with anxiety, Bodie broke into a run.
Entering the large, open room, he could see the occupants all forming a seething, undulating mass around one desk. Glancing upward, he noted the large, gaudily beribboned bunch of mistletoe pinned to the ceiling above the crowd. He waded in, pulling people back and shoving them away, growling and cursing all the while. They sullenly gave ground, and he was finally able to reach the desk itself, only to have his jaw drop in appalled dismay at what he saw there.
His partner was sprawled across the desk top, Angie lying on top of him, clutching Doyle’s hair in both hands and voraciously attacking his mouth. She put Bodie in mind of a great white shark, all jaws and mindless appetite. Bodie didn’t like Angie even when she wasn’t devouring his partner. Too full of herself by half, that one. He ripped her summarily off Ray and dropped her on her bum, totally ignoring her scream of outrage.
Marian and Lissette were tugging at Ray’s arms as if he was a rag doll that they both wanted possession of. Bodie’s roar of “Gerroff him, you dozy heifers!” resulted in the arm twisters letting go and jumping back.
Roger, the mail boy, was groping Ray’s inner thigh, with his hand entirely too high on said thigh. Bodie’s vicious twist of the malfeasant’s ear and murmured threat of dismemberment caused him to quickly retreat.
Bodie leant over Ray, “There, there, Angelfish, I’m here. You’re safe now. Take good care of you, won’t I.”
Ray was a right mess. His curls were wildly disheveled from being grabbed and tugged. His face was rosy with either embarrassment or arousal, Bodie wasn’t sure which. His lips were red, and swollen, and there were a couple of bloody spots where a tooth had nicked them. His shirt was shredded, and his chest was marred by several long, red scratches from fingernails. There was another livid score on the side of his face. Ray’s eyes were so dilated that they appeared to be all pupil, and he seemed dazed and confused. He was also sporting an absolutely huge erection. Looking down, Bodie grimaced in sympathy. It certainly looked as if Ray needed some relief, and he was constricted in those ruddy tight jeans, too!
“What in all that’s holy is going on in here?” a voice roared. Cowley! And not in the best of moods, either. “Doyle was attacked when he came in to get our reports typed, sir!” Bodie responded, righteously indignant. “Used that mistletoe as an excuse to assault him, didn’t they,” he accused, pointing up at the ceiling and then frowning at the surrounding crowd. Cowley looked disapprovingly at Doyle’s state of déshabillé. The tattered agent had managed to sit up and was leaning against Bodie’s supporting arm. “Take him away and get him cleaned up,” Cowley ordered.
Bodie helped Ray stand. Once on his feet, Doyle swayed dizzily. “Here, Goldilocks,” Bodie urged, “lean on me. You’re a bit shaky on your pins.”
At that, Roger was heard to mutter, “Well, all the blood in his head went south, dinnit,” thus earning himself an absolutely filthy glare from Bodie as he walked by, helping his partner from the room.
As the pair made their way down the hall, Bodie offered up a supportive monologue. “I’ll get the first aid kit, shall I, and tend those scrapes. Had a tetanus jab lately, have you? God only knows what sort of muck those harpies have under their nails. Hope you’ve a spare shirt in your locker. This one’s done for. Bloody savages, the lot of ‘em! Bodie lowered his voice, “Might be able to help you with your other problem, too, while we’re at it.”
Turning back to face the room of now abashed clerical staff, Cowley raised his arm and pointed dramatically at the ceiling. “Get that thing down immediately!” he commanded. “There will be no more mistletoe mayhem at CI5!”
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Title: Mistletoe Mayhem
Author: Mizelle
Slash or Gen: Slash
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: Yes please!
Disclaimer: Pros fanfic is written for love not cash, and with all due respect to the original creators.
A Professionals Ficlet by Mizelle
December, 2016
Bodie snuggled luxuriously deeper into the embrace of the armchair he was currently occupying. He had the rest room, and the weak beam of winter sunlight that made its way through the windowpane, to himself. Sipping a cuppa, he was a contented man. In twenty minutes, give or take, he and Ray would be off duty for a whole five days, not even needing to be on call. And, best of all, it was Christmas Eve. They were planning to head over to Doyle’s flat for a comforting meal of hot roast beef sarnies washed down with mulled cider, and he knew there were mince pies for afters.
If he played his cards right, his mate would probably offer him a bed for the night, since they were spending Christmas Day together. With a few carefully worded complaints about his back, the sleeping arrangements might consist of sharing Ray’s bed rather than dossing down on the settee. A man could hope, couldn’t he? His pleasant musings about cozying up under the covers with the object of a fair number of his fantasies were rudely interrupted by the rest room door banging open and Murphy and Anson’s noisy entrance. The two of them were clutching each other as they howled with laughter. Catching sight of Bodie, they were even more overcome with hilarity.
“Better go rescue your partner, hadn’t you?” Anson chortled. “He didn’t spot the mistletoe on the ceiling in the typing room and got royally mobbed.”
“Yeah,” added Murphy. “Best get on yer bike or there won’t be anything left of him.” The door was swinging shut behind Bodie before Murphy finished speaking.
Hurrying through the hallways, Bodie fumed to himself. Couldn’t leave Ray alone for a minute, could he? He always seemed to find trouble if left to his own devices.
As he neared the typing room, he could hear what sounded like a loud party, or perhaps a small riot. Chairs were tipping over, and there were squeals of laughter and shouts of “It’s my turn! No! Me, me next!” His heart pounding with anxiety, Bodie broke into a run.
Entering the large, open room, he could see the occupants all forming a seething, undulating mass around one desk. Glancing upward, he noted the large, gaudily beribboned bunch of mistletoe pinned to the ceiling above the crowd. He waded in, pulling people back and shoving them away, growling and cursing all the while. They sullenly gave ground, and he was finally able to reach the desk itself, only to have his jaw drop in appalled dismay at what he saw there.
His partner was sprawled across the desk top, Angie lying on top of him, clutching Doyle’s hair in both hands and voraciously attacking his mouth. She put Bodie in mind of a great white shark, all jaws and mindless appetite. Bodie didn’t like Angie even when she wasn’t devouring his partner. Too full of herself by half, that one. He ripped her summarily off Ray and dropped her on her bum, totally ignoring her scream of outrage.
Marian and Lissette were tugging at Ray’s arms as if he was a rag doll that they both wanted possession of. Bodie’s roar of “Gerroff him, you dozy heifers!” resulted in the arm twisters letting go and jumping back.
Roger, the mail boy, was groping Ray’s inner thigh, with his hand entirely too high on said thigh. Bodie’s vicious twist of the malfeasant’s ear and murmured threat of dismemberment caused him to quickly retreat.
Bodie leant over Ray, “There, there, Angelfish, I’m here. You’re safe now. Take good care of you, won’t I.”
Ray was a right mess. His curls were wildly disheveled from being grabbed and tugged. His face was rosy with either embarrassment or arousal, Bodie wasn’t sure which. His lips were red, and swollen, and there were a couple of bloody spots where a tooth had nicked them. His shirt was shredded, and his chest was marred by several long, red scratches from fingernails. There was another livid score on the side of his face. Ray’s eyes were so dilated that they appeared to be all pupil, and he seemed dazed and confused. He was also sporting an absolutely huge erection. Looking down, Bodie grimaced in sympathy. It certainly looked as if Ray needed some relief, and he was constricted in those ruddy tight jeans, too!
“What in all that’s holy is going on in here?” a voice roared. Cowley! And not in the best of moods, either. “Doyle was attacked when he came in to get our reports typed, sir!” Bodie responded, righteously indignant. “Used that mistletoe as an excuse to assault him, didn’t they,” he accused, pointing up at the ceiling and then frowning at the surrounding crowd. Cowley looked disapprovingly at Doyle’s state of déshabillé. The tattered agent had managed to sit up and was leaning against Bodie’s supporting arm. “Take him away and get him cleaned up,” Cowley ordered.
Bodie helped Ray stand. Once on his feet, Doyle swayed dizzily. “Here, Goldilocks,” Bodie urged, “lean on me. You’re a bit shaky on your pins.”
At that, Roger was heard to mutter, “Well, all the blood in his head went south, dinnit,” thus earning himself an absolutely filthy glare from Bodie as he walked by, helping his partner from the room.
As the pair made their way down the hall, Bodie offered up a supportive monologue. “I’ll get the first aid kit, shall I, and tend those scrapes. Had a tetanus jab lately, have you? God only knows what sort of muck those harpies have under their nails. Hope you’ve a spare shirt in your locker. This one’s done for. Bloody savages, the lot of ‘em! Bodie lowered his voice, “Might be able to help you with your other problem, too, while we’re at it.”
Turning back to face the room of now abashed clerical staff, Cowley raised his arm and pointed dramatically at the ceiling. “Get that thing down immediately!” he commanded. “There will be no more mistletoe mayhem at CI5!”
Title: Mistletoe Mayhem
Author: Mizelle
Slash or Gen: Slash
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: Yes please!
Disclaimer: Pros fanfic is written for love not cash, and with all due respect to the original creators.
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Date: 2016-12-25 01:15 pm (UTC)Thank you for posting it here (even if you beat me to it *g*)! :-)
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Date: 2016-12-25 02:06 pm (UTC)Hopefully she'll come in and reply to comments, too! *g*
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Date: 2016-12-25 03:20 pm (UTC)Still, if it means that Bodie will end up cozying up under the covers with the object of a fair number of his fantasies then it will all have been worth it. *g*
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Date: 2016-12-31 06:19 pm (UTC)That was such great fun, thank you - I can just see Bodie wading to the rescue!
Mayhem to say the very least.
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RE: Mayhem to say the very least.
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