This fic's a very, very, very belated
help_haiti fic, written for
sc_fossil, who honestly deserves to be nominated for sainthood after all her patience. I hope you like it, K - I sort-of took your prompt and ran away with it.
Of Six Things which Happened In and Around Kitchens, and Two Things which Technically Didn't
(Pros, Bodie/Doyle, NC-17, 2,274 words)
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This made me laugh out loud:
“Think you ought to kill yourself, mate,” is what he says. He even manages to sound somewhat pained. “Kitchen like this - the Cow’s trying to tell you something, sunshine. Budget and all that, you know.”
“The living room’s alright.”
“Doyle, your kitchen makes me want to kill myself.”
Reginald! LOL! That made me grin from ear to ear:
(“Should had expected it, mate,” Bodie had said when they toasted the first of his bi-weekly performances with soggy chips held tremulously aloft in greasy fingers that first night. “Bloody poncy name, if you ask me, Reginald.”)
But Bodie is right there, watching Doyle's back. Of course. And when they get together, it's pure music. This bit really made me happy:
It’s a while before the kettle whistles, and when it does overnight plates have been ( ... )
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(And you can totally see Bodie call Doyle 'Reggie', or 'Reginald', months after the case. Doyle would, of course, retort with Bodie's mouthful of a full name. And everything would degenerate into playful fistcuffs, with a bit of make-up cuddling after. *g*)
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I'm so happy you posted your fic to the comms. It's such a delight and I'm so pleased you've shared it with the class.
Adding: Would you be so kind as to send me a nice text or doc file so I may keep it with all the formatting? Thanks!
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Thanks for reading, and for your lovely comment!
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