Morning (The Professionals, B/D)
I still have loads to do, but I actually put together the website I've been meaning to make for a few weeks, I've watched House and I'm now posting this ficcy. Rather productive for six hours, I think. :P Anyway, I'm off after this. It's late, I'm really hot, and it's so very tempting to stay in bed all day tomorrow. Like I wish I'd done today. :P It wasn't all bad, granted, but it's pretty difficult remembering the good parts.
Title: Morning
Fandom: The Professionals (Bodie/Doyle)
Characters: Bodie and Doyle
Prompt: 096: Waking
Word Count: 734
Rating: PG
Summary: The best mornings are those spent with the ones who really matter, the ones who have seen you for who you really are and still want to stay.
Author's Notes: Huge thanks to goodnightlady and byslantedlight. They both betaed this for me, and without them it wouldn't be the fic it is today. I really appreciate their help and it really did help me immensely. And not just with improving the fic. :)
Little Damn Table: The Professionals: Bodie/Doyle
Morning
~*~
There was a wrist weighing down uncomfortably on Bodie’s nose, but when he tried to move it he realised that his left arm was so numb nothing seemed to happen. His right arm was okay though, so he blearily reached for his face, grasped the errant arm covering it and lifted it as best he could. Blinking sleepily, Bodie tried to focus, twisting the arm to check his watch.
7:03 AM. Christ.
Bodie let the arm flop limply across his chest and frowned at the ceiling for a second. Something was wrong. His left arm was still numb, but his bicep was starting to tingle now. And why was his shoulder warm then cold, warm then cold?
Turning his head, Bodie found the answer. Doyle. He seemed quite content, sprawled across both the other side of the bed and Bodie’s arm, breathing against Bodie’s shoulder as he slept. Thoughtfully, Bodie turned and stared at the ceiling once again.
His arm was still numb however, so a few seconds later, and after a careful mental debate that ended with a determined “sod him”, Bodie slowly began to pull it from underneath his partner. Well, he tried. Carefully reaching the halfway mark, gritting his teeth against the stabbing pins and needles, impatience got the better of him and he pulled his arm out completely with a harsh yank, hugging it to his chest and rubbing it roughly, glaring petulantly at Doyle as he did so.
Doyle, the little bugger, just frowned and settled down into the mattress, his arm now resting on Bodie’s waist. Bodie rolled his eyes and flexed his abused muscles, clenching and unclenching a loose fist to chase away the discomfort.
Deciding that misery really did love company, he poked Doyle roughly in the ribs, only to grimace when Doyle flinched and kneed him in the process. Hard. At Bodie’s grunt of pain, Doyle frowned and then cracked an eye open, still pressed comfortably into the mattress. Bodie scowled back.
Doyle tensed slightly, apparently taking stock of where he was, and then relaxed. Letting his eyelid slip shut again, he shifted, a small smile curving the corner of his lips.
Bodie continued to rub his forearm, annoyed at the faint tingling sensation that remained. “Glad to see at least one of us is happy. Share the joke, mate?”
“No joke,” Doyle mumbled. “It’s just good to see that some things don’t change.”
“Oh, yeah? And what would that be?”
“You’re a right stroppy sod when you wake up.” Doyle grinned.
Bodie muttered darkly under his breath, and then said, “You didn’t have some great lump sleeping on your arm all night, did you?”
Doyle peered up at Bodie, assessing him with an amused glint in his eye. “You play the sympathy card a bit often for an ex-army man, you know.”
“No romance? Not even in bed?” Bodie asked, sighing the sigh of someone resigned to their lonely and desolate fate.
“Not even in bed.”
But Doyle was still grinning. Unable to clamp down on the smirk he felt pulling at his lips, Bodie leant over and poked him again.
Doyle frowned and pushed his hand away. “Gerroff. I’m trying to sleep.”
Bodie smiled playfully. “Beauty sleep’s very important for you, I know, but remember what Mr Cowley said, now - 8 AM, sharp.”
Doyle glared at him suspiciously. “It can’t even be 6, yet.”
Bodie grinned down at him, bearing the unlikely semblance of a cheery morning person. “Sorry, petal. It’s gone 7.”
Doyle groaned and scrunched his eyes shut, as if he could avoid it all by sheer force of will. A second later he sighed and looked up at Bodie. “Fine, I’m up.”
Bodie glanced further down, his grin becoming decidedly wicked. Doyle raised an eyebrow at him, clearly daring him to say anything.
With a quick wink, Bodie rolled out of bed, stretching as he padded into the bathroom. Behind him, Doyle struggled into a sitting position and rubbed his hand across his face, then through his hair, yawning.
“And don’t use all the hot water like last time!” he shouted across the room
“Me? Wouldn’t dream of it!”
~
Doyle glared as steam started to curl its way out of the bathroom, then suddenly smiled. There was, of course, one way to make sure he got some hot water for himself. Humming softly, he followed Bodie into the shower.
~*~
* * End * *
Exam leave starts next Friday. So close, yet so far. *edits to-do list*
Title: Morning
Fandom: The Professionals (Bodie/Doyle)
Characters: Bodie and Doyle
Prompt: 096: Waking
Word Count: 734
Rating: PG
Summary: The best mornings are those spent with the ones who really matter, the ones who have seen you for who you really are and still want to stay.
Author's Notes: Huge thanks to goodnightlady and byslantedlight. They both betaed this for me, and without them it wouldn't be the fic it is today. I really appreciate their help and it really did help me immensely. And not just with improving the fic. :)
Little Damn Table: The Professionals: Bodie/Doyle
Morning
~*~
There was a wrist weighing down uncomfortably on Bodie’s nose, but when he tried to move it he realised that his left arm was so numb nothing seemed to happen. His right arm was okay though, so he blearily reached for his face, grasped the errant arm covering it and lifted it as best he could. Blinking sleepily, Bodie tried to focus, twisting the arm to check his watch.
7:03 AM. Christ.
Bodie let the arm flop limply across his chest and frowned at the ceiling for a second. Something was wrong. His left arm was still numb, but his bicep was starting to tingle now. And why was his shoulder warm then cold, warm then cold?
Turning his head, Bodie found the answer. Doyle. He seemed quite content, sprawled across both the other side of the bed and Bodie’s arm, breathing against Bodie’s shoulder as he slept. Thoughtfully, Bodie turned and stared at the ceiling once again.
His arm was still numb however, so a few seconds later, and after a careful mental debate that ended with a determined “sod him”, Bodie slowly began to pull it from underneath his partner. Well, he tried. Carefully reaching the halfway mark, gritting his teeth against the stabbing pins and needles, impatience got the better of him and he pulled his arm out completely with a harsh yank, hugging it to his chest and rubbing it roughly, glaring petulantly at Doyle as he did so.
Doyle, the little bugger, just frowned and settled down into the mattress, his arm now resting on Bodie’s waist. Bodie rolled his eyes and flexed his abused muscles, clenching and unclenching a loose fist to chase away the discomfort.
Deciding that misery really did love company, he poked Doyle roughly in the ribs, only to grimace when Doyle flinched and kneed him in the process. Hard. At Bodie’s grunt of pain, Doyle frowned and then cracked an eye open, still pressed comfortably into the mattress. Bodie scowled back.
Doyle tensed slightly, apparently taking stock of where he was, and then relaxed. Letting his eyelid slip shut again, he shifted, a small smile curving the corner of his lips.
Bodie continued to rub his forearm, annoyed at the faint tingling sensation that remained. “Glad to see at least one of us is happy. Share the joke, mate?”
“No joke,” Doyle mumbled. “It’s just good to see that some things don’t change.”
“Oh, yeah? And what would that be?”
“You’re a right stroppy sod when you wake up.” Doyle grinned.
Bodie muttered darkly under his breath, and then said, “You didn’t have some great lump sleeping on your arm all night, did you?”
Doyle peered up at Bodie, assessing him with an amused glint in his eye. “You play the sympathy card a bit often for an ex-army man, you know.”
“No romance? Not even in bed?” Bodie asked, sighing the sigh of someone resigned to their lonely and desolate fate.
“Not even in bed.”
But Doyle was still grinning. Unable to clamp down on the smirk he felt pulling at his lips, Bodie leant over and poked him again.
Doyle frowned and pushed his hand away. “Gerroff. I’m trying to sleep.”
Bodie smiled playfully. “Beauty sleep’s very important for you, I know, but remember what Mr Cowley said, now - 8 AM, sharp.”
Doyle glared at him suspiciously. “It can’t even be 6, yet.”
Bodie grinned down at him, bearing the unlikely semblance of a cheery morning person. “Sorry, petal. It’s gone 7.”
Doyle groaned and scrunched his eyes shut, as if he could avoid it all by sheer force of will. A second later he sighed and looked up at Bodie. “Fine, I’m up.”
Bodie glanced further down, his grin becoming decidedly wicked. Doyle raised an eyebrow at him, clearly daring him to say anything.
With a quick wink, Bodie rolled out of bed, stretching as he padded into the bathroom. Behind him, Doyle struggled into a sitting position and rubbed his hand across his face, then through his hair, yawning.
“And don’t use all the hot water like last time!” he shouted across the room
“Me? Wouldn’t dream of it!”
~
Doyle glared as steam started to curl its way out of the bathroom, then suddenly smiled. There was, of course, one way to make sure he got some hot water for himself. Humming softly, he followed Bodie into the shower.
~*~
* * End * *
Exam leave starts next Friday. So close, yet so far. *edits to-do list*