The Weekly Obbo challenge 294: Things that go bump in the night
Title: Bump in the Morning
Author: The Hag
Archive: Yes
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle (Older Lads)
Rating: everyone
Word count: 100
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Just borrowing the lads, no copyright infringement intended
For PFL: good luck with the move upstairs!
"It's the new upstairs neighbour," Doyle deduced. "Met her yesterday, moving in."
"Going bump in the night?" Bodie grumbled.
"It's six o'clock. She'll be taking her dog out. We're usually up."
"But it's Sunday! What kind of dog? Ruddy great mastiff, I suppose."
"Nice little schnauzer."
"I suppose you've already volunteered for emergency walkies."
"You never know. Fancy a bit of a morning bump, then?"
"Need my arthritis pills first. Cuppa?"
"Pills, tea, cats yelling for food. Slavery."
"Slave to love," Bodie said complacently, then hastily added: "Me too."
Doyle lowered the threatening pillow. "And don't you ever forget it!"
Author: The Hag
Archive: Yes
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle (Older Lads)
Rating: everyone
Word count: 100
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Just borrowing the lads, no copyright infringement intended
For PFL: good luck with the move upstairs!
"It's the new upstairs neighbour," Doyle deduced. "Met her yesterday, moving in."
"Going bump in the night?" Bodie grumbled.
"It's six o'clock. She'll be taking her dog out. We're usually up."
"But it's Sunday! What kind of dog? Ruddy great mastiff, I suppose."
"Nice little schnauzer."
"I suppose you've already volunteered for emergency walkies."
"You never know. Fancy a bit of a morning bump, then?"
"Need my arthritis pills first. Cuppa?"
"Pills, tea, cats yelling for food. Slavery."
"Slave to love," Bodie said complacently, then hastily added: "Me too."
Doyle lowered the threatening pillow. "And don't you ever forget it!"