Mutiny - prompt entry
Title: Mutiny
Author: Hurinhouse
Pairing/Character(s): Sharpe/Chosen Men
Rating: R
Written for the look_sharpe prompts table, prompt # 1 (over the hills)
Bad enough the officers scorned him, but his own men... He’d thought Hagman was on his side from sheer empathy, but when that Spanish guerilla and her long-winded champion left, he lost the fight he’d thought was over.
Then Hagman’s incessant song…
Cooper gripped his wrists; Harris one leg, Perkins the other. Harper’s knife sliced through green fabric like butter.
“Firm. Round. Almost sacred.” Snickers turned to guffaws.
“You’ll fit in just fine, Sir.” Harper’s hands hadn’t sunk into valley territory… until Sharpe kicked.
“Irish scum!”
“Mmmm. Tight, as well. Make that me who’ll be fittin’ like a glove. Sir.”
Author: Hurinhouse
Pairing/Character(s): Sharpe/Chosen Men
Rating: R
Written for the look_sharpe prompts table, prompt # 1 (over the hills)
Bad enough the officers scorned him, but his own men... He’d thought Hagman was on his side from sheer empathy, but when that Spanish guerilla and her long-winded champion left, he lost the fight he’d thought was over.
Then Hagman’s incessant song…
Cooper gripped his wrists; Harris one leg, Perkins the other. Harper’s knife sliced through green fabric like butter.
“Firm. Round. Almost sacred.” Snickers turned to guffaws.
“You’ll fit in just fine, Sir.” Harper’s hands hadn’t sunk into valley territory… until Sharpe kicked.
“Irish scum!”
“Mmmm. Tight, as well. Make that me who’ll be fittin’ like a glove. Sir.”