I'm not proud of this, but when I realised I loved you, I freaked out. I didn't think I was that sort, I never did, in my whole life. I had to think about how I felt, about what I wanted. What the lads at the station would say about us. About me, but also about YOU. Could I live with it? Could I live with how everyone'd look at me when they knew? Would they still respect me? Who was I, even?
I'm ashamed to say it, but I was afraid. No, I was terrified.
*rubs eyes again*
And it took a lot of thought, but I finally realised. All that didn't matter. You're always dealing with shite in one form or another. And this'd be no worse than other shite I'd dealt with in my life.
*takes your hand, eyes shining*
But the difference'd be, I'd have you. That'd make all of it, any of it, worth it. A hundred times. You mean more to me than the job, than my stupid pride.
Than anything.
And I wanted to tell you this, so you know when I tell you I love you, what it means to me to say it.
Nothing. It's nothing, sir. I just...I was afraid, too. And I wasn't sure if you felt...if we'd have to...hide ourselves away. Forever.
*sniffles, wipes eyes*
I would have done it, you know. For you. Even though it would turn my stomach to have to pretend, I would have done it to be with you. Even if it meant only seeing you when it was 'safe'. 'Cause I don't think...if I couldn't have you, I might as well not breathe.
*plants soft, delicate, touch-of-a-butterfly's-wing kisses all over your face, neck, and lips, making you reach up for it*
*tortures you a bit just...there*
*and a bit more just there...*
*quite a bit more just there*
Mmm...I've been starving for this ever since we landed. Tell your wicked old torturer just what you'd like me...not to do next. *wicked grin* Tell me what you'd do for a little mercy.
*nibbles your earlobe and presses down on you very briefly with own weight*
...Like this? *teases your lips with mine* ...Or this? *runs mouth lightly down the length of your throat, breathing heavily and giving you ghost-kisses* ...Is this what you don't want me to do?
*has let you suffer long enough*
*looks at you with naked adoration*
*returns your longing kiss, plunging tongue into your mouth with the passion of an olympic diver*
*feigned shock and outrage*
You want to fuck me? Well why didn't you just say so? You only had to ask. You little tease, you.
Oh dear, sir, no sir! Please don't attack me again, sir!
*snuggles*
I always thought the actor's name, Bryan, fit rather well, but I like Blythe better for now. Maybe the first name could come out for embarrassment purposes later on, though.
Practise with a partner, eh? Well, at least this is one exercise program I can definitely stick to.
*eyes you*
'Whipped into shape'? I didn't know you were so kinky, sir.
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Date: 2006-09-01 03:12 am (UTC)*sleepily* Coming, sir.
*staggers to door, opens it*
...Yes, sir?
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Date: 2006-09-01 03:29 am (UTC)*looks at your sleep-rumpled hair affectionately*
I thought you...
*pathetically brandishes newspaper bundle*
I just picked up a -
a fish supper...
*embarrassed laugh*
and thought you might - care for some?
*bites lip*
...I'll come back later...sorry to wake you.
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Date: 2006-09-01 03:34 am (UTC)*yawns, stretches, and ruffles hair groggily*
*smells fish dinner, wakes up a bit*
Oh, that smells amazing. *looks* Chips as well. Did they have any vinegar?
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Date: 2006-09-01 03:48 am (UTC)O'course! What do you take me for, eh?
*fumbles in pockets*
*dumps packets of salt, vinegar and ketchup messily on the table*
*licks a bit of grease off fingers and gives you an affectionate kiss*
*significantly* Now...I think I had some napkins around here someplace.
*starts digging in pockets again*
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Date: 2006-09-01 04:01 am (UTC)*kisses back*
*opens a couple packs of vinegar and drowns one set of fish and chips with it*
*shovels in food like a bulldozer*
Mmm. Say what you like about their cricket, the Ozzies know their fish and chips.
*frowns at your pockets*
...You carry napkins? Why? I've never seen you use one; you always just wipe your hands on your trousers. It's disgraceful.
*fond smirk*
*feeds you a chip while you're still searching*
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Date: 2006-09-01 04:10 am (UTC)*whips out bundle of napkins with a flourish*
There ya go!
*eats the chip with gusto, grinning at you*
Oi! Save a bit, will ya?
*grabs handful of chips with mock indignance*
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Date: 2006-09-01 04:20 am (UTC)*licks a bit of your finger in the process*
Mmm. Vinegar suits you, sir. I'll have to remember that.
*puts napkin on lap and sets to work on fish*
So...any news on the Block case?
*grabs salt and sprinkles liberally*
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Date: 2006-09-01 04:29 am (UTC)*winks at you*
Chip thief.
*bolts down handful of chips*
*reflexively starts to wipe hands on trousers*
*catches your eye and grabs a napkin*
*wipes hands, exaggeratedly proud of himself*
*tears off a chunk of fish*
No, nothing yet. Looks like he's trying to find the woman he killed. I don't get it at all.
...that's not why I came by, really.
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Date: 2006-09-01 04:35 am (UTC)*makes short work of fish*
*deliberately wipes greasy hands on your trousers*
*carelessly licks fingers as if I hadn't done anything*
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Date: 2006-09-01 04:42 am (UTC)Cheeky little devil, you are.
*watches you lick your fingers with undisguised longing*
*chews thoughtfully on piece of fish*
*smiles* No, it's not that, either. Well, not entirely.
I'd just been thinking recently.
About things.
And I wanted to tell you.
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Date: 2006-09-01 04:45 am (UTC)*raises eyebrow at your tone*
...Sir?
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Date: 2006-09-01 05:29 am (UTC)*scratches head*
*wipes nose*
Well then. Here goes.
I'm not proud of this, but when I realised I loved you, I freaked out. I didn't think I was that sort, I never did, in my whole life. I had to think about how I felt, about what I wanted. What the lads at the station would say about us. About me, but also about YOU. Could I live with it? Could I live with how everyone'd look at me when they knew? Would they still respect me? Who was I, even?
I'm ashamed to say it, but I was afraid. No, I was terrified.
*rubs eyes again*
And it took a lot of thought, but I finally realised. All that didn't matter. You're always dealing with shite in one form or another. And this'd be no worse than other shite I'd dealt with in my life.
*takes your hand, eyes shining*
But the difference'd be, I'd have you. That'd make all of it, any of it, worth it. A hundred times. You mean more to me than the job, than my stupid pride.
Than anything.
And I wanted to tell you this, so you know when I tell you I love you, what it means to me to say it.
And so you know exactly what you mean to me.
*wipes tears, shyly*
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Date: 2006-09-01 05:46 am (UTC)*more than a little stunned*
*gently helps you wipe tears away*
*tries several times to say something, and falls quiet again*
*finally nods*
*very choked up but manages the words, in almost a whisper*
Thank...*clears throat*...thank you, sir.
*takes your hand, cradles it in mine, plays with it a bit and finally kisses it, stroking it against my face as though it held my whole life inside*
*returns it to your lap*
*clears throat again*
...and The Chief Inspector is having an affair with the Mayor's oldest stepson. If he says a word about us, it'll cost him more than his stripes. Sir.
*sniffs*
*looks at you with brimming eyes, and such naked adoration as would melt a statue*
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Date: 2006-09-01 05:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-01 06:02 am (UTC)*gently leads you away so blythe and carlisle can have the sex now*
*has a word in your ear about adding lots and lots of nekkid doctor bondage in s3*
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Date: 2006-09-01 03:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-02 08:20 pm (UTC)*firmly fastens the LOCK on blythe's hotel room door while he's otherwise occupied*
uncle blythe and uncle peter are gonna tell each other some secrets now. let's leave them to it, eh?
*hastily but firmly shuffles you outside*
oh look, balloons.
no, they're NOT - i think we've got more than enough babies floating around right now; thankyouverymuch.no subject
Date: 2006-09-01 06:08 am (UTC)*beaming, kisses you with abandon and utter devotion*
*tangles strong fingers through your hair*
Blythe...!
*embraces you, holding you tightly as if his life depended on it*
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Date: 2006-09-01 06:17 am (UTC)*holds you, clinging desperately and trembling a little*
*tries not to burst into unmanly tears*
I didn't expect...I hoped...I didn't think you'd actually...
*bursts into unmanly tears anyway*
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Date: 2006-09-01 06:28 am (UTC)*wipes and kisses away your tears*
What, Blythe? What, sweetheart?
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Date: 2006-09-01 06:43 am (UTC)Nothing. It's nothing, sir. I just...I was afraid, too. And I wasn't sure if you felt...if we'd have to...hide ourselves away. Forever.
*sniffles, wipes eyes*
I would have done it, you know. For you. Even though it would turn my stomach to have to pretend, I would have done it to be with you. Even if it meant only seeing you when it was 'safe'. 'Cause I don't think...if I couldn't have you, I might as well not breathe.
*looks at you with raw need and emotion*
*giggles in embarrassment at own tears*
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Date: 2006-09-01 02:09 pm (UTC)*almost whispering, voice hoarse with longing and gratitude*
Oh, my poor darling lad. Ah, sweet Blythe - !
*kisses you hungrily*
*caresses your body, clutching you to me fiercely*
*murmurs into your skin*
I am yours, Blythe. I promise. No matter what. I love you. I love you.
*kisses you again, pressing myself close into you*
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Date: 2006-09-01 04:36 pm (UTC)I love you too, sir.
*kisses back*
*gently traces fingertips through your hair, along your face, down your throat, and along your chest*
*wry smirk, twinkle in eye*
...you taste of vinegar, sir.
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Date: 2006-09-01 05:25 pm (UTC)So do you, Blythe. You do like your vinegar, don't you?
*kisses you again, with tongue*
Mm, and salt.
*kisses a little deeper*
*voice rough with desire* You are tasty, Blythe, without a doubt.
*begins to unbutton your shirt, kissing you with increasing intensity*
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Date: 2006-09-01 05:52 pm (UTC)*unfastens buttons on your shirt, kissing each bit of exposed flesh on the way down*
*strokes your chest, sliding your shirt and jacket off*
*leans you back on the bed*
I want to show you something. I learnt this from a massage therapist.
*takes your fingers into mouth*
*suckles gently*
*strokes fingertips lightly up and down the length of your arm until you shiver with unexpected pleasure*
*tongues the tender spot on the inside of your elbow, still stroking lightly*
*slowly makes way up to your neck, continuing fingertip massage*
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Date: 2006-09-01 06:05 pm (UTC)*moans as you suck my fingers*
*between gasps* GOD, Blythe. You're torturing me.
*runs hand in desperate longing down your back and grabs your arse*
*throws head back, sighing with pleasure as you reach neck*
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Date: 2006-09-01 06:38 pm (UTC)Sir. I am a benevolent tormentor. Just tell me to stop and I will.
*switches to other side*
*works way down slowly from fingertips to palm to wrist, thoroughly kissing the inside of your arm until the neck is once again attained*
*laps up your moans of longing with kisses and tonguing*
*unfastens your trousers and gently slides them off*
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Date: 2006-09-01 06:56 pm (UTC)*clutches frantically at the bedsheets as you continue the torture
*kisses you desperately*
*nearly sobs with desire as trousers come off, brushing against achingly hard erection*
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Date: 2006-09-01 07:57 pm (UTC)*fondles you with the lightest of touches*
*plants soft, delicate, touch-of-a-butterfly's-wing kisses all over your face, neck, and lips, making you reach up for it*
*tortures you a bit just...there*
*and a bit more just there...*
*quite a bit more just there*
Mmm...I've been starving for this ever since we landed. Tell your wicked old torturer just what you'd like me...not to do next. *wicked grin* Tell me what you'd do for a little mercy.
*nibbles your earlobe and presses down on you very briefly with own weight*
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Date: 2006-09-01 08:27 pm (UTC)*clutches you to me*
*intensely* Whatever you do, please don't tease me any more with that tempting wee mouth of yours.
*kisses you longingly*
I would do anything you asked. Anything. I'm completely yours. God, I'm dying to fuck you...
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Date: 2006-09-01 09:10 pm (UTC)...Like this? *teases your lips with mine* ...Or this? *runs mouth lightly down the length of your throat, breathing heavily and giving you ghost-kisses* ...Is this what you don't want me to do?
*has let you suffer long enough*
*looks at you with naked adoration*
*returns your longing kiss, plunging tongue into your mouth with the passion of an olympic diver*
*feigned shock and outrage*
You want to fuck me? Well why didn't you just say so? You only had to ask. You little tease, you.
*smirks*
*waits to be taken*
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Date: 2006-09-01 09:46 pm (UTC)*rolls over and pins you underneath me, face to face*
Tease? I'll show you, tease, what you've done to me...
*kisses you hard, as if I were trying to draw the life out of you*
*descends down your body and takes you in my mouth, sucking and licking you hungrily*
*enjoys your moans*
*takes a final draw, releases you and licks even lower, getting you wet*
*pulls self up again, catching your legs under my arms so that your knees are against my shoulders*
*thrusts hard into you, half-insane with need*
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Date: 2006-09-01 10:05 pm (UTC)*catches breath and shudders delightfully at being pinned*
You're right, sir. I've been very naughty. As my superior, it would be remiss of you not to teach me a good hard lesson - !
*gasps abruptly and moans at your sucking, clutching bedclothes reflexively*
Oh...oh yes, sir. Definitely in need of a reprimand. A very hard, swift repri - !
*stifles a cry as you enter and then gasps with pleasure, arching back and wrapping legs around you*
*hangs on*
Oh, yes...oh god....harder! Yes please...
*fails to keep delicious sounds of ravishment quiet*
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Date: 2006-09-01 10:16 pm (UTC)THERE'S my reprimand, and THERE...oh GOD...that's it, my Blythe...you're mine, you little devil, all MINE...
*kisses your neck with animal passion*
*takes you harder, making the bed shake with the force of my thrusting, cries of pleasure matching your own*
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Date: 2006-09-01 11:28 pm (UTC)*gasping*
*leans head back to dissolve in your kisses*
Yes...yes...oh god....
*squeezes you harder, trying to draw you deeper and deeper inside me*
*nearly weeping*
Please...yes please oh Peter harder please god...
*trembles in ecstasy*
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Date: 2006-09-01 11:45 pm (UTC)AH! my Blythe, my own...
*slips hand between us, grasps and works you in rhythm*
*neck strains as I thrust harder, breathing raggedly and looking at you with pure concentrated desire*
Oh...Oh Blythe I'm sorry I can't hold back any more oh GOD AAAAAAAHHHH...!
*erupts inside you with gasping cries of relief*
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Date: 2006-09-02 12:22 am (UTC)*is suddenly grasped and worked in rhythm*
*sudden combination momentarily steals breath away*
oh...oh godyes yes oh Peter...
*gasps as your grip suddenly tightens, and the delicious sight of your climax pushes me over the edge*
aaaaaUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!
*arches back and comes so hard i forget how to breathe for moment*
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Date: 2006-09-02 03:55 am (UTC)*reaches over and strokes your hand softly*
*smiles lovingly at you, a bit in awe*
...you called me Peter.
*marshals energy enough to roll over and give you a gentle kiss*
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Date: 2006-09-02 04:15 am (UTC)*turns head to face you; puzzled squint while grinning at the same time*
...Did I?
*returns your gentle kiss*
Ah, well. I wouldn't let it go to your head, sir.
*sly grin*
*takes your hand and kisses it too*
*scoots closer to you; cuddles*
*kisses your neck, breathing you in*
*smirk*
...If this is to be our new fitness regimen, I shall definitely have to get down the gym more often.
*knackered but very happy laugh*
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Date: 2006-09-02 04:31 am (UTC)Well, I did like it, but there is something very sexy about you calling me "sir." Just makes me want to attack you.
Grrr.
*lunges at you and kisses you again*
*snuggles close to you in your arms*
I'd call you by your Christian name if the writers of the series had ever been bothered to give you one.Oh, fear not, Blythe, I'll soon have you whipped into shape. They always say the best way to stick to a regimen is to practise with a partner.
*curls tongue behind teeth and raises eyebrows suggestively at you, breaking into a giggle*
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Date: 2006-09-02 04:53 am (UTC)*giggles, mock-affrighted*
Oh dear, sir, no sir! Please don't attack me again, sir!
*snuggles*
I always thought the actor's name, Bryan, fit rather well, but I like Blythe better for now. Maybe the first name could come out for embarrassment purposes later on, though.Practise with a partner, eh? Well, at least this is one exercise program I can definitely stick to.
*eyes you*
'Whipped into shape'? I didn't know you were so kinky, sir.
*remembers lacy red knickers*
Wait, never mind - yes I did.
*giggles with you*
*yawns pleasantly*
...What time is it back home, I wonder?
*tired cuddle*
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Date: 2006-09-02 05:02 am (UTC)Mmm...*snuggles close*
*sleepily cheeky* ...so are you going to move into my place, or shall I move into yours?
*nuzzles nose in your ear*
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Date: 2006-09-02 05:22 am (UTC)*half asleep myself*
*laughs quietly at your question*
I'm going nowhere near your flat until you've had a cleaner's in. And quite possibly the Health Inspector.
*kisses you sleepily*
*lasy head against your neck*
*snuggles close*
*whispers as I fall asleep in your arms*
...I love you, Peter.
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Date: 2006-09-02 05:33 am (UTC)Oi! It's not that bad! I may be a bit disorganised, but I'm not a pig.
*lets it go*
*settles in as you snuggle close*
*inhales the smell of your hair*
*beams happily into the darkness at your declaration, heart bursting*
*affectionately* I love you, too, you daft wee bugger.