8 - upwards to infinity
Welcome to our eighth prompt post.
As ususal, here are a few things to keep in mind:
1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real ( Read more... )
As ususal, here are a few things to keep in mind:
1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real ( Read more... )
He was caught in the doorway (in which the mistletoe hung) and gathered up urgently against the sexy black silk-knit of the PM’s jumper. After the vicissitudes of the last two hours, he was happy to succumb.
“That was a disaster of Vince-Cable proportions!” said David as they broke apart, “I need a lot of ice-cold champagne and an extraordinary number of mice pies to revive me.”
“Can anyone join in?” asked Andy hopefully.
“Thought you’d never ask … or that we’d get rid of those idiots. At least Miliband had the good taste to leave quietly by the back door.”
“Did he take the Chancellor with him?” asked Andy helping himself to a mince pie.
David Laughed.
“We could watch the kitchen cctv … plus this rather interesting one that Security gave me from the office of the Leader of the Opposition.”
“SHOULD we?” objected Andy.
“You could convince me otherwise, if you like.” replied David happily.
“It’ll be my pleasure. Now? Or tomorrow at Chequers?”
“Right now! But first, please indulge my curiosity. How did YOU know about Miliband’s … predilection?”
“Oh, that! He got drunk one evening during the Leadership hustings. We were both mad at Balls because he’d made us look like prats over various things on-air. We finished up in his room with a bottle or three, commiserating with one another.”
Andy drained his champagne flute, holding it mutely for a refill, before continuing -
“Anyway, old Ed suddenly started explaining the exact effects of nettles on the human anatomy, with comparative digressions on thorns. It was boring beyond words, to tell you the truth.”
“Well,” said David (who had already viewed all the cctv footage), “whatever turns you on! Will you do the French maid thing again for me, when we get to Chequers, by way of a Christmas treat?”
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thank you for dropping this lovely fic off at my computer before you speed around the world spreading Christmas cheer. It's the best present ever and I love it to little tiny bits. Please excuse the brief note but there was a mention of David in a black jumper and I am a bit distracted.
Yours,
excited anon
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The final part arrived just before deadline, complete with black jumper. My Elves rejected the first fluffy-sky-blue one, and on reflection, I agreed they were right to do so. There was enough fluff mixed in with the chocolate and nettles in the kitchen!
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Thank you very much. And Season's Greetings!
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I loved whiskthief!Andy, those jumpers, and oh the food porn.
Thank you and Merry Christmas to you, authoranon!
-GUH
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Thank you very much, and I hope you're having a good one too.
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Thank you. I kinda had thoughts about that "missing scene" in Ed's flat at the end there (more of a PWP than another canter through Craze, I guess).
Otherwise I was going to try Camerband; but not in this universe, as here it's Andy 4 Dave 4 evah.
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