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Title: Girl in Trouble
Fandom: Terry Pratchett's 'Monstrous Regiment'
Pairing: Mal/Polly
Rating: PG-13 I guess
Word count: 586
Summary: girls getting to know each other. Although Polly, of course, thinks she's talking to a boy and hopes that Mal thinks of her the same way. A silly little fic.
The rain is pouring down outside the barn and the hays smell musty but they’re all so tired after a day’s walk on muddy roads with Strappi shouting at them that it doesn’t matter. Most of them are already asleep. Lofty is sleeping next to Tonker and Polly thinks once again that they could have given at least some thought to conspiracy. This way, sooner or later someone will realise that Lofty is Tonker’s girl, not his friend.
She and Maladict are having a whispered conversation.
“Why did you join?” they all have been asking one another this question and giving awkward answers. Polly wonders if at least one of them has been truthful.
“Weren’t you there when I talked to the good corporal and sergeant?” Maladict replies with mock pomposity. “Is there a fate more desirable than giving your life for the Duchess? Although in my case it is, of course, having people put holes in you and then scaring them to death before they think of bringing out the garlic.”
Polly giggles nervously and then tries to suppress the giggle.
“Why did you join, Ozzer?” asks Maladict and she can tell by the voice that he’s grinning. “Got a girl in trouble?”
Polly blushes in the darkness and is glad that no-one can see it. She has, in a way.
“Of course,” Maladict goes on, “you wouldn’t be able to get a girl in trouble, would you?”
“And would you?” snaps Polly and realises immediately what a stupid answer that was.
She tries to think of something more suitable, when she hears a rustle and then suddenly there’s someone pinning her down by her shoulder and Maladict’s voice purrs in her ear, “I would.”
Polly tries to struggle but in vain. It seems that vampires really are as strong as everyone says.
Maladict brushes the tips of fingernails on his left hand against her neck and then moves the hand up to caress her cheek and then her hair.
Maybe I should call for help, thinks Polly, but a proper Borogravian boy would be dead ashamed to let anyone know something like this has happened to him.
She’s always thought that a vampire’s breath should be cold, but this particular vampire’s breath feels warm on her cheek. It smells faintly of coffee.
Does Maladict think I’m that kind of boy? Should I go along with the game?
The vampire brushes his lips against hers.
But what if he finds out I have some bits missing and have got some others instead?
She has to admit that, so far, the experience has been quite pleasant. Nevertheless, she can’t shut out the fear of being discovered. Who said that Maladict could be trusted and wouldn’t tell anyone? What if he knows already?
And now Maladict is kissing her, making this her first ever kiss, and she’s surprised to find out that his teeth aren’t getting in the way. She’s even more surprised to realise she’s returning the kiss.
Just at the moment she’s really beginning to enjoy this he suddenly lets go of her and rolls off of her.
“Maybe both of us were right,” he says, and his voice sounds a bit strange, as if strained. “Good night, Ozzer.”
Half-confused and half-furious, Polly tries to steady herself and answers, “Good night,” hoping she sounds at least half as calm as she’d like to.
She knows that in the morning the incident will seem like a strange dream. She hopes it really has been a dream.
Fandom: Terry Pratchett's 'Monstrous Regiment'
Pairing: Mal/Polly
Rating: PG-13 I guess
Word count: 586
Summary: girls getting to know each other. Although Polly, of course, thinks she's talking to a boy and hopes that Mal thinks of her the same way. A silly little fic.
The rain is pouring down outside the barn and the hays smell musty but they’re all so tired after a day’s walk on muddy roads with Strappi shouting at them that it doesn’t matter. Most of them are already asleep. Lofty is sleeping next to Tonker and Polly thinks once again that they could have given at least some thought to conspiracy. This way, sooner or later someone will realise that Lofty is Tonker’s girl, not his friend.
She and Maladict are having a whispered conversation.
“Why did you join?” they all have been asking one another this question and giving awkward answers. Polly wonders if at least one of them has been truthful.
“Weren’t you there when I talked to the good corporal and sergeant?” Maladict replies with mock pomposity. “Is there a fate more desirable than giving your life for the Duchess? Although in my case it is, of course, having people put holes in you and then scaring them to death before they think of bringing out the garlic.”
Polly giggles nervously and then tries to suppress the giggle.
“Why did you join, Ozzer?” asks Maladict and she can tell by the voice that he’s grinning. “Got a girl in trouble?”
Polly blushes in the darkness and is glad that no-one can see it. She has, in a way.
“Of course,” Maladict goes on, “you wouldn’t be able to get a girl in trouble, would you?”
“And would you?” snaps Polly and realises immediately what a stupid answer that was.
She tries to think of something more suitable, when she hears a rustle and then suddenly there’s someone pinning her down by her shoulder and Maladict’s voice purrs in her ear, “I would.”
Polly tries to struggle but in vain. It seems that vampires really are as strong as everyone says.
Maladict brushes the tips of fingernails on his left hand against her neck and then moves the hand up to caress her cheek and then her hair.
Maybe I should call for help, thinks Polly, but a proper Borogravian boy would be dead ashamed to let anyone know something like this has happened to him.
She’s always thought that a vampire’s breath should be cold, but this particular vampire’s breath feels warm on her cheek. It smells faintly of coffee.
Does Maladict think I’m that kind of boy? Should I go along with the game?
The vampire brushes his lips against hers.
But what if he finds out I have some bits missing and have got some others instead?
She has to admit that, so far, the experience has been quite pleasant. Nevertheless, she can’t shut out the fear of being discovered. Who said that Maladict could be trusted and wouldn’t tell anyone? What if he knows already?
And now Maladict is kissing her, making this her first ever kiss, and she’s surprised to find out that his teeth aren’t getting in the way. She’s even more surprised to realise she’s returning the kiss.
Just at the moment she’s really beginning to enjoy this he suddenly lets go of her and rolls off of her.
“Maybe both of us were right,” he says, and his voice sounds a bit strange, as if strained. “Good night, Ozzer.”
Half-confused and half-furious, Polly tries to steady herself and answers, “Good night,” hoping she sounds at least half as calm as she’d like to.
She knows that in the morning the incident will seem like a strange dream. She hopes it really has been a dream.