Richard Jury ficlet: Beauty
Title: Beauty
Author: tinx_r
Fandom: Richard Jury Mysteries
Genre/Rating: Slash/PG
Wordcount: 260
Pairing/Characters: Richard/Melrose
Notes/Warnings: For rileyc, a belated birthday present. For the prompt accidental or intended public display of affection
Summary: Beauty is in the eye of the beholder...
Melrose eyed the Persian with dislike. It had made itself comfortable on Richard's lap, and Richard's strong yet delicate fingers were twining its fur.
The cat blinked amber eyes at Melrose, as though fully sensible of the liberty it was taking.
"Caverness." Richard sounded both amused and slightly exasperated. Melrose jumped.
"Yes, what is it?"
"Lady Ombersley was just saying that your Silver Ghost is one of the finest she has seen. She asked where you got it?"
"Oh." Melrose attempted to retrieve his composure. Who gave a damn about second hand cars, anyway? "Lady Ombersley, that is a beautiful cat. What is his name?"
"Thank you, Lord Caverness. Her name is Beauty."
Melrose compressed his lips. Of course it was.
***
A little later, out in front of the stately pile the Ombersleys called home, Melrose gritted his teeth while Lady Ombersley and her lord crawled all over the old Rolls, chittering inane questions. He didn't want to sell the damn car anyhow, and if Richard's damn charade meant him losing his Silver Ghost he'd--
Richard's fingers ran slowly up his back, gently pressuring each vertebra, sending a thrill right through him. Melrose narrowly avoided squeaking.
He turned anguished eyes to Richard, who was watching him with amusement.
"I thought you were jeaous of Beauty," Richard murmured.
Melrose stiffened. "Of course not. I don't know what you mean!"
"Fear not," Richard murmured in his ear, hand sliding lower to give his ass a gentle, promising squeeze. "Beauty is nice for an afternoon, but I find I much prefer my Beast."
Author: tinx_r
Fandom: Richard Jury Mysteries
Genre/Rating: Slash/PG
Wordcount: 260
Pairing/Characters: Richard/Melrose
Notes/Warnings: For rileyc, a belated birthday present. For the prompt accidental or intended public display of affection
Summary: Beauty is in the eye of the beholder...
Melrose eyed the Persian with dislike. It had made itself comfortable on Richard's lap, and Richard's strong yet delicate fingers were twining its fur.
The cat blinked amber eyes at Melrose, as though fully sensible of the liberty it was taking.
"Caverness." Richard sounded both amused and slightly exasperated. Melrose jumped.
"Yes, what is it?"
"Lady Ombersley was just saying that your Silver Ghost is one of the finest she has seen. She asked where you got it?"
"Oh." Melrose attempted to retrieve his composure. Who gave a damn about second hand cars, anyway? "Lady Ombersley, that is a beautiful cat. What is his name?"
"Thank you, Lord Caverness. Her name is Beauty."
Melrose compressed his lips. Of course it was.
***
A little later, out in front of the stately pile the Ombersleys called home, Melrose gritted his teeth while Lady Ombersley and her lord crawled all over the old Rolls, chittering inane questions. He didn't want to sell the damn car anyhow, and if Richard's damn charade meant him losing his Silver Ghost he'd--
Richard's fingers ran slowly up his back, gently pressuring each vertebra, sending a thrill right through him. Melrose narrowly avoided squeaking.
He turned anguished eyes to Richard, who was watching him with amusement.
"I thought you were jeaous of Beauty," Richard murmured.
Melrose stiffened. "Of course not. I don't know what you mean!"
"Fear not," Richard murmured in his ear, hand sliding lower to give his ass a gentle, promising squeeze. "Beauty is nice for an afternoon, but I find I much prefer my Beast."