Discovered in the Wrapping Paper - A Happy Christmas Drabble by Felicity M. Parkinson
Old Habits…
by Felicity M. Parkinson
Hunger pangs woke him. He had to eat, keep his body satisfied till breakfast. Three mince pies lay in their packet, untouched despite his earlier depredations.
He slid out from under the duvet. Stood. Listened. The snoring from the bed confirmed that Doyle was still asleep. On bare feet, Bodie moved out into the hallway and along to the kitchen. No need for a light; he knew where everything was.
A midnight feast. He wolfed one mince pie, savoured the second, reached for the third.
“Touch my mince pie,” Doyle growled from immediately behind him, “and you’re a dead man.”
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Title: Old Habits
Author: Felicity M. Parkinson
Slash or Gen: Slash
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: Certainly
Disclaimer: The lads don't make us any money, we're just continuing to play so they continue to make the real owners money. *g*
by Felicity M. Parkinson
Hunger pangs woke him. He had to eat, keep his body satisfied till breakfast. Three mince pies lay in their packet, untouched despite his earlier depredations.
He slid out from under the duvet. Stood. Listened. The snoring from the bed confirmed that Doyle was still asleep. On bare feet, Bodie moved out into the hallway and along to the kitchen. No need for a light; he knew where everything was.
A midnight feast. He wolfed one mince pie, savoured the second, reached for the third.
“Touch my mince pie,” Doyle growled from immediately behind him, “and you’re a dead man.”
o0o
Title: Old Habits
Author: Felicity M. Parkinson
Slash or Gen: Slash
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: Certainly
Disclaimer: The lads don't make us any money, we're just continuing to play so they continue to make the real owners money. *g*