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discoveredinaljSneaking in on the extra last day of February and the challenge, having snatched half an hour over coffee together, one day in London... *g*
Winter Delight
by Heliophile and Slantedlight
“A winter holiday?” Bodie tore the end of a packet of sugar, let it slide into his coffee, and reached for another one. “You and me? No birds? Just us?”
“Well I know you’d rather have a bit of sun, sea, sand an’ …” Doyle looked down his nose at the sugar, then poured two into his own cup when he thought Bodie might be looking at the waitress currently pouring a desultory coffee for a bloke at the far table. “Maybe not a hundred per cent holiday, to be fair. Could have to pick up a package for the Old Man while we’re there. But we’d get some time to ourselves as well.”
“Look at it like a winter holiday?” Bodie repeated. “You sure you know what a winter holiday is, Doyle? Because,” – he glanced sideways again at the brochure Doyle had dropped casually on his side of the table, and wrinkled his nose – “if that’s it, then I know what I’m getting you for your birthday.”
“Better be a step up from last year.” Doyle returned the glare with interest, before remembering that he was trying to be persuasive. “I s’pose you’re an Olympic champion skier or something. Can’t see us getting any skiing in anyway, and I haven’t got any spare limbs to break at the moment.” He adjusted the support bandage that still lingered on his right wrist, courtesy of a recent misunderstanding where they’d been slightly less attuned on an op than usual. “Come on, land of a thousand single malts? And there’s supposed to be some good hiking round there.”
“Yeah. In the summer.” Bodie was far from convinced, but amazed to detect from the tone of his own voice that he was getting ready to agree anyway. “I mean, skiing up there’s not exactly Val d'Isère. Half an inch of snow if you’re lucky, waiting hours for the chairlift, and the best powder’s the talc in Cowley’s mum’s bathroom.”
“That’s not true,” Doyle protested. “Snob!” He took a deep breath. It had been months since they’d been further out of town than the Dartford tunnel. “Bo-die…”
“You’re telling me you want to spend a long weekend, expenses courtesy of Her Maj, in Scotland hiking in the snow?” Bodie dropped his eyelashes, let his lips turn down just a little, in the way he knew Doyle always noticed. “Lost my charms that much, have I?”
Doyle felt the corners of his own mouth turn up.
Aviemore, here they come.
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Title: Winter Delight
Author: Heliophile and Slantedlight
Slash or Gen: Slash of course
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: Certainly
Disclaimer: Bodie, Doyle and the CI5-verse belong to their original creators, we're just playing and keeping them alive and in love for you.
Winter Delight
by Heliophile and Slantedlight
“A winter holiday?” Bodie tore the end of a packet of sugar, let it slide into his coffee, and reached for another one. “You and me? No birds? Just us?”
“Well I know you’d rather have a bit of sun, sea, sand an’ …” Doyle looked down his nose at the sugar, then poured two into his own cup when he thought Bodie might be looking at the waitress currently pouring a desultory coffee for a bloke at the far table. “Maybe not a hundred per cent holiday, to be fair. Could have to pick up a package for the Old Man while we’re there. But we’d get some time to ourselves as well.”
“Look at it like a winter holiday?” Bodie repeated. “You sure you know what a winter holiday is, Doyle? Because,” – he glanced sideways again at the brochure Doyle had dropped casually on his side of the table, and wrinkled his nose – “if that’s it, then I know what I’m getting you for your birthday.”
“Better be a step up from last year.” Doyle returned the glare with interest, before remembering that he was trying to be persuasive. “I s’pose you’re an Olympic champion skier or something. Can’t see us getting any skiing in anyway, and I haven’t got any spare limbs to break at the moment.” He adjusted the support bandage that still lingered on his right wrist, courtesy of a recent misunderstanding where they’d been slightly less attuned on an op than usual. “Come on, land of a thousand single malts? And there’s supposed to be some good hiking round there.”
“Yeah. In the summer.” Bodie was far from convinced, but amazed to detect from the tone of his own voice that he was getting ready to agree anyway. “I mean, skiing up there’s not exactly Val d'Isère. Half an inch of snow if you’re lucky, waiting hours for the chairlift, and the best powder’s the talc in Cowley’s mum’s bathroom.”
“That’s not true,” Doyle protested. “Snob!” He took a deep breath. It had been months since they’d been further out of town than the Dartford tunnel. “Bo-die…”
“You’re telling me you want to spend a long weekend, expenses courtesy of Her Maj, in Scotland hiking in the snow?” Bodie dropped his eyelashes, let his lips turn down just a little, in the way he knew Doyle always noticed. “Lost my charms that much, have I?”
Doyle felt the corners of his own mouth turn up.
Aviemore, here they come.
Title: Winter Delight
Author: Heliophile and Slantedlight
Slash or Gen: Slash of course
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: Certainly
Disclaimer: Bodie, Doyle and the CI5-verse belong to their original creators, we're just playing and keeping them alive and in love for you.
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Date: 2020-02-29 06:34 pm (UTC)Will there be a sequel of getting there and - yeah well, you know? *gg*
Happy leap day!
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Date: 2020-02-29 11:12 pm (UTC)(And heeee! *g*)
Happy Leap Day to you too!
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Date: 2020-03-01 01:32 pm (UTC)I suspect they managed precisely one (brief) hiking/rambling day (that day when the sun came out for a few hours, I think it might have been the Saturday?) and spent the whole of the rest of the time appreciating single malts (a few) and each other (considerably). Not sure what happened with that little errand for Cowley, though ... *bg*
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Date: 2020-03-01 11:29 pm (UTC)I suspect they managed precisely one (brief) day when the sun came out for a few hours, and then Cowley's mother was kidnapped from the wee flat that she called home. The only clue was a fingerprint that she managed to get the villains to leave in some talc that she flutteringly managed to sprinkle in the bathroom before feeding them cups and cups of tea... *g*
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