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FIC: La Quotidienne
Title: La Quotidienne [double drabble]
Author: Alex
Fandom: Provocateur et al
Characters/Pairing: Charles/Julien
Rating: PG-13
Feedback: Is treasured.
Warning: None
Disclaimer: I pillage public domain
Notes: Written as a Trick-or-Treat fic for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
inyadreems. Hope you enjoy!
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Charles had an irritating habit of gradually usurping Julien’s side of the bed until Julien was forced to cling to the edge like a limpet on a rock. Why he’d never noticed this before, Julien couldn’t possibly fathom. It must have been romantic fancy, he decided ruefully. The truth of domestic habitation was hardly bliss from morning until night. It was, in fact, rather mundane and sometimes annoying. Clothes slung haphazardly over the backs of chairs, shoes left hither and yon, noisy slurping of tea, snoring, belching, scratching, breaking wind – scarcely the idyll of dreams.
Julien picked up Charles’ shirt from the floor and hung it on the bedpost, then climbed into bed. Charles was already half asleep, and had already begun his unconscious migration. “Charles, for the love of God. Move over.”
Obligingly, Charles shifted and wrapped an arm round Julien’s waist, pulling him close. “Sorry, laddie mine,” he murmured sleepily. He brushed Julien’s hair from the nape of his neck, kissing up to his ear. His roughly shaven chin scraped against Julien’s skin. “You’re like ice. Shall I warm you?”
“If you please,” Julien whispered, and abandoned himself to Charles’ touch.
Everyday life had its compensations after all.
End.
Author: Alex
Fandom: Provocateur et al
Characters/Pairing: Charles/Julien
Rating: PG-13
Feedback: Is treasured.
Warning: None
Disclaimer: I pillage public domain
Notes: Written as a Trick-or-Treat fic for
inyadreems. Hope you enjoy! *
Charles had an irritating habit of gradually usurping Julien’s side of the bed until Julien was forced to cling to the edge like a limpet on a rock. Why he’d never noticed this before, Julien couldn’t possibly fathom. It must have been romantic fancy, he decided ruefully. The truth of domestic habitation was hardly bliss from morning until night. It was, in fact, rather mundane and sometimes annoying. Clothes slung haphazardly over the backs of chairs, shoes left hither and yon, noisy slurping of tea, snoring, belching, scratching, breaking wind – scarcely the idyll of dreams.
Julien picked up Charles’ shirt from the floor and hung it on the bedpost, then climbed into bed. Charles was already half asleep, and had already begun his unconscious migration. “Charles, for the love of God. Move over.”
Obligingly, Charles shifted and wrapped an arm round Julien’s waist, pulling him close. “Sorry, laddie mine,” he murmured sleepily. He brushed Julien’s hair from the nape of his neck, kissing up to his ear. His roughly shaven chin scraped against Julien’s skin. “You’re like ice. Shall I warm you?”
“If you please,” Julien whispered, and abandoned himself to Charles’ touch.
Everyday life had its compensations after all.
End.
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*beams with happiness*
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I love when you give us these little treats...you tell us there will be no more, then there they are. And it warms us to our very soul.
Wonderful as always, dearest Alex.
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Yeah, I decided my policy is never say never. It's working so far. ;) Thanks for the lovely comments, honey!
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I'm so delighted to see these two again, this gives me hope for more snippets when you are moved to do so :D Thanks Alex xxx and Happy New Year!
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