Temple of Venus by Lizzie (R)
Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: Short Story
Author on LJ: caffyolay
Author Website: Lizzie's stories via Palelyloitering
Why this must be read:I didn't mean to rec another story by Lizzie so soon after the last, but when I was looking for supernatural themed stories to rec in this week nearest Halloween, I couldn't believe that Temple of Venus had not yet been featured here!
This is one of my favourite stories by Lizzie - it's slightly AU in that whilst Doyle works for CI5, Bodie is the manager of the large estate which Cowley's men are set to guard. Doyle first meets Bodie at night, in the depths of an old folly, and passion quickly overtakes them both. The strange thing is - when Doyle sees him again the next day, Bodie acts almost as if they'd never met before...
What can I say about Lizzie's stories that I haven't already said? They're warm, they're very hot, and they're our lads, through and through...
Excerpt: A sudden cough from Murphy alerted Doyle and the next voice he heard was Cowley's. Doyle, slouching against the wall, automatically stood up straight.
"Four five?"
"Yessir?"
"What's going on out there?"
"Uh, nothing. All quiet. Bloody cold though, any chance of..."
"You're not on a Sunday afternoon picnic, laddie!"
"No, sir. Sorry, sir."
"Well, keep your eyes peeled. We're not expecting trouble but that's no reason to be complacent. And Doyle?"
"Sir?"
"Didn't your mother ever tell you to wear a vest?"
The RT went silent and Doyle laughed. Bastard...
Suddenly, the tunnel beneath him seemed like an excellent option, strange atmosphere or no strange atmosphere. Just for five minutes while his hands thawed out. He could keep watch from there just as easily as he could from up here. Decision made he nipped down over the grass and approached the entrance to the tunnel.
Standing just inside, he peered out, rubbing his hands together vigorously. The big house was visible across the parkland -- lit up like a Christmas tree. Doyle bet they weren't having to stamp their feet to keep warm. They had central heating, decent Scotch... A sudden noise interrupted his thoughts and he turned on his heel in alarm. Horrified, he realised that at the other end of the tunnel someone was casually lighting a cigarette. In the light of the match the two men stood and regarded each other.
Doyle was the first to gather his wits. "Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?" He reached inside his jacket and fingered his pistol, hesitated, and brought a small torch from his inside pocket instead. Flicking it on he used it to light his way as he stalked to the other end of the passageway.
As Doyle approached the man took a long drag on his cigarette, blatantly eyeing him up and down in a manner that was unmistakeably sexual. Despite his training Doyle experienced an automatic reaction to the clear message.
"I could ask you the same question. This is private property you know?" the other man drawled.
"Of course I know," Doyle snapped. "I'm guarding the bloody place!"
Temple of Venus
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: Short Story
Author on LJ: caffyolay
Author Website: Lizzie's stories via Palelyloitering
Why this must be read:I didn't mean to rec another story by Lizzie so soon after the last, but when I was looking for supernatural themed stories to rec in this week nearest Halloween, I couldn't believe that Temple of Venus had not yet been featured here!
This is one of my favourite stories by Lizzie - it's slightly AU in that whilst Doyle works for CI5, Bodie is the manager of the large estate which Cowley's men are set to guard. Doyle first meets Bodie at night, in the depths of an old folly, and passion quickly overtakes them both. The strange thing is - when Doyle sees him again the next day, Bodie acts almost as if they'd never met before...
What can I say about Lizzie's stories that I haven't already said? They're warm, they're very hot, and they're our lads, through and through...
Excerpt: A sudden cough from Murphy alerted Doyle and the next voice he heard was Cowley's. Doyle, slouching against the wall, automatically stood up straight.
"Four five?"
"Yessir?"
"What's going on out there?"
"Uh, nothing. All quiet. Bloody cold though, any chance of..."
"You're not on a Sunday afternoon picnic, laddie!"
"No, sir. Sorry, sir."
"Well, keep your eyes peeled. We're not expecting trouble but that's no reason to be complacent. And Doyle?"
"Sir?"
"Didn't your mother ever tell you to wear a vest?"
The RT went silent and Doyle laughed. Bastard...
Suddenly, the tunnel beneath him seemed like an excellent option, strange atmosphere or no strange atmosphere. Just for five minutes while his hands thawed out. He could keep watch from there just as easily as he could from up here. Decision made he nipped down over the grass and approached the entrance to the tunnel.
Standing just inside, he peered out, rubbing his hands together vigorously. The big house was visible across the parkland -- lit up like a Christmas tree. Doyle bet they weren't having to stamp their feet to keep warm. They had central heating, decent Scotch... A sudden noise interrupted his thoughts and he turned on his heel in alarm. Horrified, he realised that at the other end of the tunnel someone was casually lighting a cigarette. In the light of the match the two men stood and regarded each other.
Doyle was the first to gather his wits. "Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?" He reached inside his jacket and fingered his pistol, hesitated, and brought a small torch from his inside pocket instead. Flicking it on he used it to light his way as he stalked to the other end of the passageway.
As Doyle approached the man took a long drag on his cigarette, blatantly eyeing him up and down in a manner that was unmistakeably sexual. Despite his training Doyle experienced an automatic reaction to the clear message.
"I could ask you the same question. This is private property you know?" the other man drawled.
"Of course I know," Doyle snapped. "I'm guarding the bloody place!"
Temple of Venus