casual elegance
a.k.a. more Doyle smexiness in the jeans of LOVE!! :D
So... I got to thinking... Doyle always seems so perfectly poised to me. Always graceful. Always elegant. He's always happiest in nice clothes. The kind of expensive, nice clothes that I can rarely afford. And then I buy him jeans. And they are sooooo PERFECT. And nice. And soft. And he likes them. But they're jeans... they're more sort of... casual. And I got to thinking... could he still look so perfectly poised in jeans and a t-shirt? Could he... in jeans and an oversized t-shirt? Could he, swimming in a horrendously cute and oversized t-shirt and jeans... be so damned perfect?
Yes.
He can.
Doyle: What?
me: You're too damned perfect.
Doyle: ... Sorry?
me: >_> No, you're not.
Doyle: ... No, I suppose I'm not. *smirks*
Doyle: So... you still like me, right?
me: 'course I like you, sweetstuff.
Doyle: *smiles softly and rests his head on my leg* Good.
me: *strokes his back with a sigh* You're just so darn perfect.
Doyle: *smiles more* And what am I supposed to do about that?
me: *smiles back* Nothing, sweets. I love you just as you are.
*after a long and very hot bus ride* ^^;;;;
Doyle: So this is where you work?
me: Yep!
Doyle: And now I get shoved in the bag? -_-
me: Nope! You get to keep the courier room staff company!
Doyle: ... Strangers?
me: Um... I guess?
Doyle: Touching me? They'll touch me, won't they?
me: ... *forcing a smile* Yeeeeees. Most likely.
Doyle: And you're going to make me do this?
me: ... uh-huh. *nods*
Doyle: You do hate me, don't you?
me: Aww... ;_; Would you rather be shoved in the bag?
Doyle: ... No.
me: ^______^ Good. Then you get to keep the courier room staff company!
Doyle: *long-suffering sigh* I hate you, sometimes...
me: ;_;
Doyle: *sighs again* Take me in...
me: ^__^
And so Doyle spent the day at work in the back, keeping Kim and Maria happy and being shown to the couriers. Heehee! There were no pictures, because... it was work... and there were co-workers... working... and I would have died of embarrasment. #^^# But he did.
He didn't appear to be overy traumatized afterward. I think the girls must have been pretty nice to 'im. :)
Doyle: You speak of what you do not know... >_>
So... I got to thinking... Doyle always seems so perfectly poised to me. Always graceful. Always elegant. He's always happiest in nice clothes. The kind of expensive, nice clothes that I can rarely afford. And then I buy him jeans. And they are sooooo PERFECT. And nice. And soft. And he likes them. But they're jeans... they're more sort of... casual. And I got to thinking... could he still look so perfectly poised in jeans and a t-shirt? Could he... in jeans and an oversized t-shirt? Could he, swimming in a horrendously cute and oversized t-shirt and jeans... be so damned perfect?
Yes.
He can.
Doyle: What?
me: You're too damned perfect.
Doyle: ... Sorry?
me: >_> No, you're not.
Doyle: ... No, I suppose I'm not. *smirks*
Doyle: So... you still like me, right?
me: 'course I like you, sweetstuff.
Doyle: *smiles softly and rests his head on my leg* Good.
me: *strokes his back with a sigh* You're just so darn perfect.
Doyle: *smiles more* And what am I supposed to do about that?
me: *smiles back* Nothing, sweets. I love you just as you are.
*after a long and very hot bus ride* ^^;;;;
Doyle: So this is where you work?
me: Yep!
Doyle: And now I get shoved in the bag? -_-
me: Nope! You get to keep the courier room staff company!
Doyle: ... Strangers?
me: Um... I guess?
Doyle: Touching me? They'll touch me, won't they?
me: ... *forcing a smile* Yeeeeees. Most likely.
Doyle: And you're going to make me do this?
me: ... uh-huh. *nods*
Doyle: You do hate me, don't you?
me: Aww... ;_; Would you rather be shoved in the bag?
Doyle: ... No.
me: ^______^ Good. Then you get to keep the courier room staff company!
Doyle: *long-suffering sigh* I hate you, sometimes...
me: ;_;
Doyle: *sighs again* Take me in...
me: ^__^
And so Doyle spent the day at work in the back, keeping Kim and Maria happy and being shown to the couriers. Heehee! There were no pictures, because... it was work... and there were co-workers... working... and I would have died of embarrasment. #^^# But he did.
He didn't appear to be overy traumatized afterward. I think the girls must have been pretty nice to 'im. :)
Doyle: You speak of what you do not know... >_>