Lovers 100 : Daydreaming
Title: Daydreaming
Summery: Daydreaming at the fort proves to be dangerous.
Prompt: 082. Strained
Pairing: Grovington
Genre: POTC
Rating: PG-13
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
Theodore came back into reality with a harsh and violent crash. He startled, knocking a bottle of ink (which was thankfully still corked) over on his desk, as his hands went flying.
“Groves… are you all right?” Andrew asked. “The Governor is here… for the papers the Commodore gave you yesterday.
“Oh… YES! Perfectly… all right.” Theodore stammered.
Andrew’s reddish brow furrowed in concern.
Theodore swallowed hard. He slid forward in his chair quickly, causing it to make a dull, loud, scraping sound against the stone floor, to hide the obvious and painful tightness in his breeches. “Fine.” He said again.
“Good afternoon, Lieutenant.” Governor Swann smiled kindly at the younger man.
“Good afternoon, Governor.” Theodore squeaked.
There was a silence.
“The papers, Groves…” Andrew said again, quietly, slowly.
“What?” Theodore asked, swallowed. “Oh! Oh, right… yes… of course, the papers… Uh.” He shuffled through the pages on his desk, scattering them around. Where had they gotten to?
He didn’t know, he couldn’t think of anything besides the aching need causing the laces of his breeches to be so tightly strained.
“You said you put them in your desk drawer, the top left one… yesterday.” Andrew murmured quietly, hardly moving his mouth.
Theodore pulled open a drawer.
“Your other left.”
“Ah, here we are.” Theodore smiled weakly and handed them over.
“Very well. Thank you, Lieutenants. If you see the Commodore, please pass on my greetings to him.”
“Good afternoon, Governor.” Andrew nodded as the older man left. He turned to Theodore, once he was out of earshot. “What’s gotten into you?” He asked, genuinely concerned.
“N-Nothing.” Theodore stammered. He gave him a sheepish smile. “Just… daydreaming.”
Andrew nodded. “Of course. See you tonight for dinner, Teddy.”
Once he had left and the door had clicked shut Theodore fell back into his chair limply, sighing heavily.
Oh, James… even when we are apart, you still manage to preoccupy me entirely…
Summery: Daydreaming at the fort proves to be dangerous.
Prompt: 082. Strained
Pairing: Grovington
Genre: POTC
Rating: PG-13
Author: Rebecca (alienstars2004 / Blueberry Pancakes)
Warnings: Slash
Feedback: Yes, please.
Theodore came back into reality with a harsh and violent crash. He startled, knocking a bottle of ink (which was thankfully still corked) over on his desk, as his hands went flying.
“Groves… are you all right?” Andrew asked. “The Governor is here… for the papers the Commodore gave you yesterday.
“Oh… YES! Perfectly… all right.” Theodore stammered.
Andrew’s reddish brow furrowed in concern.
Theodore swallowed hard. He slid forward in his chair quickly, causing it to make a dull, loud, scraping sound against the stone floor, to hide the obvious and painful tightness in his breeches. “Fine.” He said again.
“Good afternoon, Lieutenant.” Governor Swann smiled kindly at the younger man.
“Good afternoon, Governor.” Theodore squeaked.
There was a silence.
“The papers, Groves…” Andrew said again, quietly, slowly.
“What?” Theodore asked, swallowed. “Oh! Oh, right… yes… of course, the papers… Uh.” He shuffled through the pages on his desk, scattering them around. Where had they gotten to?
He didn’t know, he couldn’t think of anything besides the aching need causing the laces of his breeches to be so tightly strained.
“You said you put them in your desk drawer, the top left one… yesterday.” Andrew murmured quietly, hardly moving his mouth.
Theodore pulled open a drawer.
“Your other left.”
“Ah, here we are.” Theodore smiled weakly and handed them over.
“Very well. Thank you, Lieutenants. If you see the Commodore, please pass on my greetings to him.”
“Good afternoon, Governor.” Andrew nodded as the older man left. He turned to Theodore, once he was out of earshot. “What’s gotten into you?” He asked, genuinely concerned.
“N-Nothing.” Theodore stammered. He gave him a sheepish smile. “Just… daydreaming.”
Andrew nodded. “Of course. See you tonight for dinner, Teddy.”
Once he had left and the door had clicked shut Theodore fell back into his chair limply, sighing heavily.
Oh, James… even when we are apart, you still manage to preoccupy me entirely…