If Wishes Were ... by Pamela Rose (NC-17)

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Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: stories available at the Circuit Archive
Why this must be read: The premise of this story is sweet. Not cloyingly sweet or saccharine sweet - it's just touching in a way. There's a bit of magic in it (perhaps), or a bit of outrageous coincidence, but it works here.

The story starts with Doyle trying to figure out why his partner's been moping. (Not moping, says Bodie.) Once Doyle makes the connection, he offers the only gift he can think of - three wishes - hoping that Bodie will wish for the relationship they're both wanting. Except neither of them wants to take the first step. However, as is the way with wishes made in haste, nothing turns out exactly as expected. As in all good fairy tales there's a happy ending, although the sex scene seems almost unnecessary at the end, but I love the bit about showing their real selves to one another: "I told you before, I want you. Stop it, Ray. Stop changing on me. Be you, or I'll go find another bed with another stranger." You'll have to trust me with this one - it's a bit surreal at times, but it's well worth reading.

I'm off for the Thanksgiving weekend (Canadian, you know)!


"Figured it out yet?" Doyle broke into his thoughts.

"Eh?"

"Your wish. You've been thinking hard enough to have discovered a way to repeal the law of gravity. Give over. What's wish number two?"

Bodie felt like shaking him. Stop pushing!, Bodie thought furiously. I know what you want, and you can shove it for now, sweetheart. You're not nearly ready.

They had stopped under a street light, and Doyle leaned back against the plate glass window of a dry goods store. He propped his foot on the bricks below it and slid down a fraction of an inch to push out his hips.

Bodie wasn't sure whether to laugh or to drop to his knees and rip open the teasing tart's zip. What next? A billboard in Picadilly Circus saying, "BODIE, FUCK ME, YOU FOOL!"

"Well?" Doyle purred.

"Drop it, Ray," Bodie said tiredly. "Enough is enough. You brought me a wonderful dinner, and spent a bloody fortune. I appreciate it. It was very nice. Let's leave it at that, shall we?"

"Oh, now," Doyle said silkily. "You've still two wishes left."

Irritated, Bodie snapped, "All right, after the last few days, I bloody wish I could deflect bullets. Can you handle that, O Great Raymundo?"

Read the story: If Wishes Were ...

Comments

[dragonmuse.livejournal.com]

Not cloyingly sweet or saccharine sweet - it's just touching in a way. There's a bit of magic in it (perhaps), or a bit of outrageous coincidence, but it works here.

Too right. :) It had an edge of humour, too, that seemed, to me, like a light sprinkling of icing on a cake. And that last line -- just fantastic. *grin*

Thanks!

[tarchannon.livejournal.com]

Just excellent... thanks for a superior read. :D

[ci5-daily.livejournal.com]

I love most of Pamela's stories and she is one of my favorite Pros authors.
I read this story while my very early days in Pros fandom and it did make me love Bodie and Doyle even more. A great rec. :-)

you got it

[laceymcbain.livejournal.com]

It had an edge of humour, too, that seemed, to me, like a light sprinkling of icing on a cake.

That, my dear, is a perfect description for it. *hugs*

pros rec

[laceymcbain.livejournal.com]

Glad you enjoyed it.

thanks!

[laceymcbain.livejournal.com]

BTW, I think the title of this story is "If Wishes Were..."

You're absolutely right. Oops. I guess my brain always supplies the words to the old adage. Thanks for catching that - I'll see about fixing it.