Watching His Arse 17/17 - Fic
Title: Watching His Arse 17/17
Pairing: Sharpe/Harper
Rating: up to NC-17
Authors:govi20(Sharpe) &mooms(Harper)
Written for theseans_50fic challenge. Prompts: scent and chain
A.N. The characters belong to Bernard Cornwell and we are only playing with them!
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Watching his Arse 17/17
Prompt 49 - scent
Sharpe
It feels good to have defeated Hogan for once, but he will be hell to live with once he finds out all that wine is gone. We will have to act a little there, Harper and me, and feign surprise.
The little ode to Ireland sounds surprisingly well, especially when Hagman falls in singing. I know I gave Patrick a hard time in the beginning, mocking him and calling him names, but on the other hand he wasn’t really easy on me either. And bone-headed he still is.
I do understand when he says freedom to starve is no freedom at all, because of course I have been there, albeit in another way. If I had not taken the King’s shilling I would probably be in prison by now or dead.
Some time later, we see Hogan mount his horse and leave, probably to take the map to Wellesley. Somehow the entire camp seems to breathe easier and the men start to gather round in small groups.
Something is already brewing in Ramona’s big black cooking pot and Harper and I sniff the spicy scent that fills the air approvingly. Ramona herself stands a little behind, her strong hands in the big wooden wash tub scrubbing the clothes I gave her yesterday, suds flying everywhere.
Harris still seems to be reading out loud for the lads, and considering young Perkins' red ears I might ask Harris to borrow it when he’s done.
“’Arris? I have another hole in my boot,” I shout and the bugger looks at me over the rim of his glasses and then starts closing his book.
“I had hoped riding a horse would have prevented that, Sir,” he replies.
“Shut up, ‘Arris. You can do it tomorrow,” and Patrick and I grin at each other.
It is good to know that whatever the mission will be, he will be at my side.
Prompt 50 - chain
Harper
Sharpe is a jumpy as a man sitting on a hot stove with his breeches off for the next two days, waiting for Miss Teresa to arrive, constantly on the move, not able to be still for a moment and as grumpy as hell. Everybody feels the lash of his tongue except Ramona, for he would not dare, unless he wanted to find his shirts mysteriously torn or shrunk in the wash.
Finally we all breathe a sigh of relief as she rides in proudly with her men and the smile he greets her with fair splits his face in two, so it does. They are soon off canoodling together and peace reigns in the camp. Ramona is sulking, because I am going away again so soon,
“But Patrick, you have only just returned from a mission. Why do they need you to go? Commandante Teresa has her men and she will make sure that Lieutenant Sharpe is taken good care of.”
“Hogan’s orders, Ramona. A soldier has to obey orders. You know that.”
“But why can he not take Harris or Hagman?”
“Sure I’m the best, Ramona. When it comes to taking care of me officer and watching his arse, there’s none better.”
She snorts and flounces into the tent, “Sometimes Patrick Harper, I think that you and Lieutenant Sharpe might as well have a chain binding you together.”
I grin as the tent flap snaps closed. She’s a spirited woman, that Ramona. Even without a door to slam, she makes her feelings known.
*Chained together, is it?*
I sit awhile and think on that idea. It would be grand.
Soft voices rouse me from the daydream and I see Teresa and Richard heading for Hogan’s tent. He stands back, holding the flap open for her to enter first and then he stoops to go in himself, the green cloth of his breeches tightening nicely and causing an answering tightness in me own.
Oh yes, I will be there for him as long as he needs me, watching his arse!
The End
Our Table
Pairing: Sharpe/Harper
Rating: up to NC-17
Authors:govi20(Sharpe) &mooms(Harper)
Written for theseans_50fic challenge. Prompts: scent and chain
A.N. The characters belong to Bernard Cornwell and we are only playing with them!
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9
Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16
Watching his Arse 17/17
Prompt 49 - scent
Sharpe
It feels good to have defeated Hogan for once, but he will be hell to live with once he finds out all that wine is gone. We will have to act a little there, Harper and me, and feign surprise.
The little ode to Ireland sounds surprisingly well, especially when Hagman falls in singing. I know I gave Patrick a hard time in the beginning, mocking him and calling him names, but on the other hand he wasn’t really easy on me either. And bone-headed he still is.
I do understand when he says freedom to starve is no freedom at all, because of course I have been there, albeit in another way. If I had not taken the King’s shilling I would probably be in prison by now or dead.
Some time later, we see Hogan mount his horse and leave, probably to take the map to Wellesley. Somehow the entire camp seems to breathe easier and the men start to gather round in small groups.
Something is already brewing in Ramona’s big black cooking pot and Harper and I sniff the spicy scent that fills the air approvingly. Ramona herself stands a little behind, her strong hands in the big wooden wash tub scrubbing the clothes I gave her yesterday, suds flying everywhere.
Harris still seems to be reading out loud for the lads, and considering young Perkins' red ears I might ask Harris to borrow it when he’s done.
“’Arris? I have another hole in my boot,” I shout and the bugger looks at me over the rim of his glasses and then starts closing his book.
“I had hoped riding a horse would have prevented that, Sir,” he replies.
“Shut up, ‘Arris. You can do it tomorrow,” and Patrick and I grin at each other.
It is good to know that whatever the mission will be, he will be at my side.
Prompt 50 - chain
Harper
Sharpe is a jumpy as a man sitting on a hot stove with his breeches off for the next two days, waiting for Miss Teresa to arrive, constantly on the move, not able to be still for a moment and as grumpy as hell. Everybody feels the lash of his tongue except Ramona, for he would not dare, unless he wanted to find his shirts mysteriously torn or shrunk in the wash.
Finally we all breathe a sigh of relief as she rides in proudly with her men and the smile he greets her with fair splits his face in two, so it does. They are soon off canoodling together and peace reigns in the camp. Ramona is sulking, because I am going away again so soon,
“But Patrick, you have only just returned from a mission. Why do they need you to go? Commandante Teresa has her men and she will make sure that Lieutenant Sharpe is taken good care of.”
“Hogan’s orders, Ramona. A soldier has to obey orders. You know that.”
“But why can he not take Harris or Hagman?”
“Sure I’m the best, Ramona. When it comes to taking care of me officer and watching his arse, there’s none better.”
She snorts and flounces into the tent, “Sometimes Patrick Harper, I think that you and Lieutenant Sharpe might as well have a chain binding you together.”
I grin as the tent flap snaps closed. She’s a spirited woman, that Ramona. Even without a door to slam, she makes her feelings known.
*Chained together, is it?*
I sit awhile and think on that idea. It would be grand.
Soft voices rouse me from the daydream and I see Teresa and Richard heading for Hogan’s tent. He stands back, holding the flap open for her to enter first and then he stoops to go in himself, the green cloth of his breeches tightening nicely and causing an answering tightness in me own.
Oh yes, I will be there for him as long as he needs me, watching his arse!
The End
Our Table