Weekly Obbo 280: Picnic Fare
Title: Picnic Fare
Author: Merentha13
Pros-Lib / Circuit Archive: Yes
Pairing and / or characters: Bodie/Doyle
Rating: everyone
Word count: 253
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Just borrowing the lads, no copyright infringement intended
Notes: A bit of silliness for the 4th of July
Prompts: Under, Cover, Undercover
“So, what are we going to do with this windfall provided so graciously by our fearless leader to reward my saving the day?” Bodie asked.
“You!?” Doyle strode out of the bathroom, the towel over his head his only cover. “That’s not how I remember it goin’ down, mate.”
“Old as you are I’m surprised you remember your own name.”
“Bodie!”
Ducking under the wet missile directed his way, Bodie smiled in triumph. “See, proven my point, haven’t you?”
“Eh?”
“Bodie is MY name.”
“Berk.” The shove accompanying the insult tumbled Bodie backwards towards the bed. Reaching out and catching hold of Doyle’s arm he pulled the other man down with him.
The wrestling match that ensued found both men rolled up together in the duvet.
“Oi! We’re pigs in a blanket.” Doyle snorted with laughter.
Bodie raised a puzzled eyebrow. “Speak for yourself, Raymond. There are no swine on the Bodie family tree!”
“Don’t be dense.” Doyle freed an arm and waved at the enveloping bedcovers. “Us. This. Pigs in a blanket.”
“I wonder about you sometimes, Doyle. What are you on about?”
“Undercover cops are-” Doyle sniggered.
“Pigs in a blanket!”
Their helpless laughter shook the mattress. Bodie recovered first and slid slowly down Doyle’s body.
“Bodie?” Doyle drew in a shaky breath.
A muffled voice from under the covers explained, “All this talk of food - I’m finding myself a bit peckish if you must know."
The laughter was replaced by a long silence that left both men’s appetites quite satisfied.
Author: Merentha13
Pros-Lib / Circuit Archive: Yes
Pairing and / or characters: Bodie/Doyle
Rating: everyone
Word count: 253
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Just borrowing the lads, no copyright infringement intended
Notes: A bit of silliness for the 4th of July
Prompts: Under, Cover, Undercover
“So, what are we going to do with this windfall provided so graciously by our fearless leader to reward my saving the day?” Bodie asked.
“You!?” Doyle strode out of the bathroom, the towel over his head his only cover. “That’s not how I remember it goin’ down, mate.”
“Old as you are I’m surprised you remember your own name.”
“Bodie!”
Ducking under the wet missile directed his way, Bodie smiled in triumph. “See, proven my point, haven’t you?”
“Eh?”
“Bodie is MY name.”
“Berk.” The shove accompanying the insult tumbled Bodie backwards towards the bed. Reaching out and catching hold of Doyle’s arm he pulled the other man down with him.
The wrestling match that ensued found both men rolled up together in the duvet.
“Oi! We’re pigs in a blanket.” Doyle snorted with laughter.
Bodie raised a puzzled eyebrow. “Speak for yourself, Raymond. There are no swine on the Bodie family tree!”
“Don’t be dense.” Doyle freed an arm and waved at the enveloping bedcovers. “Us. This. Pigs in a blanket.”
“I wonder about you sometimes, Doyle. What are you on about?”
“Undercover cops are-” Doyle sniggered.
“Pigs in a blanket!”
Their helpless laughter shook the mattress. Bodie recovered first and slid slowly down Doyle’s body.
“Bodie?” Doyle drew in a shaky breath.
A muffled voice from under the covers explained, “All this talk of food - I’m finding myself a bit peckish if you must know."
The laughter was replaced by a long silence that left both men’s appetites quite satisfied.