Valentine challenge by fawsley
Title: Late Bloomer
Author: fawsley
Characters: Sam and Gene
Rating: White Cortina
Word Count: 540ish
Disclaimer: All the property of Kudos and the Beeb
Notes: no warnings apart from fluff
Late Bloomer
Just a bundle of dry sticks poking up from the ground.
‘Too early,’ Gene grouched. ‘Too bloody early. Stupid idea in the first place.’
Sam wasn’t taking his already blue hands out of his pockets but he leaned in close and made the best effort he could at vertical snuggling.
‘Wasn’t. Best idea you’ve ever had. I wouldn’t be here otherwise, would I?’
Gene grumbled under his breath and gave the thing a shake. No reaction whatsoever, but Sam's shivering was worsening by the second and that demanded action.
Back indoors for cocoa and digestives.
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Sam hadn’t known whether to do anything or not.
He’d never done anything when he was with Maya, nor with any other girlfriend come to that. But Gene wasn’t just anyone else and certainly not a girl. Girls didn’t usually come equipped with fists that could lay him out cold given half a chance, and doing something soppy might be just the opportunity those fists were itching for.
In the end he hoped that small and subtle was the way to go.
Then spent the rest of the day waiting for the black eye and bruises his decision would doubtless earn.
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The unexpected bonus of still being all in one piece at the end of the day was cancelled out by the realisation on returning home that his flat had been broken into. He’d have put the damage to the door down to the Guv’s handiwork, but he was still back at the station.
When he got inside though he remembered that it was quicker to drive like a maniac than to stroll thoughtfully.
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(¸.•´ (¸.•´
‘Stupid bloody idea.’
Gene was sat in the armchair clutching a bundle of dry sticks poking up from a mass of seriously garish wrapping paper.
‘Too sodding early.’
He frowned and growled at the whatever it was, giving it a good shake into the bargain. But Sam saw that he was wearing the cufflinks, their entwined initials engraved onto red gold in a swirling pattern only the sharpest eye could ever decipher.
‘Doesn’t matter. I love it. It’ll last for years rather than days.’
Gene glanced up, the look on his face a strange admixture of childish bewilderment and plain terror.
‘Shame you’ve got nowhere to put it...’
He scratched his head, sighed, and appeared to decide that it was pointless trying to fight the inevitable.
‘I’ve got the sort of space it needs. Better give it a home at my place. What d’yer think?’
Sam smiled and sat himself down on the arm of the chair.
‘I think it’d be very happy there. Put down some proper roots, settle down where it belongs. As long as you promise to look after it carefully.’
The pout was nothing if not adorable.
‘The Gene Genie always keeps his promises.’
*´¨)
¸.•´¸.•*´¨) ¸.•*¨)
(¸.•´ (¸.•´
Just a bundle of dry sticks poking up from the ground.
‘Too early,’ Gene grouched. ‘Too bloody early. Stupid idea in the first place.’
Bloody rose never had flowered on Valentine’s Day. But he still had its first ever blossom, carefully pressed and tucked away inside his ID wallet after Sam had kissed and presented it to him, still smiled every time he saw it even after all these years.
He fiddled absent-mindedly with his shirt cuff.
Cocoa and digestives.
Perfect.
Author: fawsley
Characters: Sam and Gene
Rating: White Cortina
Word Count: 540ish
Disclaimer: All the property of Kudos and the Beeb
Notes: no warnings apart from fluff
Late Bloomer
Just a bundle of dry sticks poking up from the ground.
‘Too early,’ Gene grouched. ‘Too bloody early. Stupid idea in the first place.’
Sam wasn’t taking his already blue hands out of his pockets but he leaned in close and made the best effort he could at vertical snuggling.
‘Wasn’t. Best idea you’ve ever had. I wouldn’t be here otherwise, would I?’
Gene grumbled under his breath and gave the thing a shake. No reaction whatsoever, but Sam's shivering was worsening by the second and that demanded action.
Back indoors for cocoa and digestives.
*´¨)
¸.•´¸.•*´¨) ¸.•*¨)
(¸.•´ (¸.•´
Sam hadn’t known whether to do anything or not.
He’d never done anything when he was with Maya, nor with any other girlfriend come to that. But Gene wasn’t just anyone else and certainly not a girl. Girls didn’t usually come equipped with fists that could lay him out cold given half a chance, and doing something soppy might be just the opportunity those fists were itching for.
In the end he hoped that small and subtle was the way to go.
Then spent the rest of the day waiting for the black eye and bruises his decision would doubtless earn.
*´¨)
¸.•´¸.•*´¨) ¸.•*¨)
(¸.•´ (¸.•´
The unexpected bonus of still being all in one piece at the end of the day was cancelled out by the realisation on returning home that his flat had been broken into. He’d have put the damage to the door down to the Guv’s handiwork, but he was still back at the station.
When he got inside though he remembered that it was quicker to drive like a maniac than to stroll thoughtfully.
*´¨)
¸.•´¸.•*´¨) ¸.•*¨)
(¸.•´ (¸.•´
‘Stupid bloody idea.’
Gene was sat in the armchair clutching a bundle of dry sticks poking up from a mass of seriously garish wrapping paper.
‘Too sodding early.’
He frowned and growled at the whatever it was, giving it a good shake into the bargain. But Sam saw that he was wearing the cufflinks, their entwined initials engraved onto red gold in a swirling pattern only the sharpest eye could ever decipher.
‘Doesn’t matter. I love it. It’ll last for years rather than days.’
Gene glanced up, the look on his face a strange admixture of childish bewilderment and plain terror.
‘Shame you’ve got nowhere to put it...’
He scratched his head, sighed, and appeared to decide that it was pointless trying to fight the inevitable.
‘I’ve got the sort of space it needs. Better give it a home at my place. What d’yer think?’
Sam smiled and sat himself down on the arm of the chair.
‘I think it’d be very happy there. Put down some proper roots, settle down where it belongs. As long as you promise to look after it carefully.’
The pout was nothing if not adorable.
‘The Gene Genie always keeps his promises.’
*´¨)
¸.•´¸.•*´¨) ¸.•*¨)
(¸.•´ (¸.•´
Just a bundle of dry sticks poking up from the ground.
‘Too early,’ Gene grouched. ‘Too bloody early. Stupid idea in the first place.’
Bloody rose never had flowered on Valentine’s Day. But he still had its first ever blossom, carefully pressed and tucked away inside his ID wallet after Sam had kissed and presented it to him, still smiled every time he saw it even after all these years.
He fiddled absent-mindedly with his shirt cuff.
Cocoa and digestives.
Perfect.