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Firsts by PR Zed (Adult)
So this will be my final rec for this month, I have enjoyed it hugely and I hope you have enjoyed the storis I have picked as well.
Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: approx 18000 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
przed
Author Website: Links to przed’s stories can be found archived here, here, and here.
Why this must be read: because I love stories that cover first times and this has a whole range of them from meetings to kisses to fights to falling in love, and each first time builds a picture of who Bodie and Doyle are and what they come to mean to one another. Well paced, riveting, and with brilliantly drawn characters this is a wonderful read and as each facet of Bodie and Doyle’s lives and feelings is revealed you will want to know more. ♥
Excerpt 1
The first time Bodie saw Raymond Doyle was at CI5's training facility. Cowley had sent him to look over the latest intake of agents, give them a once over, see if they were all wheat or if there was any chaff they should be shut of. Which was how he came to be watching the lot of them from the observation area when Jack Craine paired them off for hand-to-hand sparring.
Amongst a field of mostly military men, Doyle stood out like a scruffy urchin. Hair too long and running riot with curls, clothes that looked like they came from an Oxfam shop and an attitude that ran to a feline arrogance.
Bodie reckoned the other recruits would make a meal of him.
Excerpt 2
The first time Doyle touched Bodie they were in the locker room at HQ. This touch was more than a matey slap on the back, more than a quick elbow to the ribs. It meant more, so much more that Doyle couldn't even say how much.
It'd been a bastard of a day. They'd spent hours chasing whispers of death and destruction, with nothing to show for it at the end of the day. Nothing but sore feet from walking and, in Bodie's case, bruised knuckles from duffing up one poor bastard who'd decided to try his chances against the pair of them rather than reveal the pitiful amount of information he possessed.
Bodie nearly stumbled onto the bench in the locker room, fatigue robbing him of his usual grace. He leaned back, eyes closed, hands clutching the bench behind him, and let out a great exhalation of breath. It was so unlike Bodie, a chink of vulnerability showing beneath his always cool exterior, that Doyle was drawn towards him. Before he could stop himself he was behind Bodie. Both his hands were drawn to Bodie's shoulders, and he gave them a squeeze that was almost, but not quite, a caress.
Bodie didn't jump, didn't flinch, didn't recoil. Instead, he relaxed under Doyle's fingers, muscles uncoiling, breathing slowing down to a more relaxed rhythm.
Firsts (at A03)
Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: approx 18000 words
Author on LJ:
przedAuthor Website: Links to przed’s stories can be found archived here, here, and here.
Why this must be read: because I love stories that cover first times and this has a whole range of them from meetings to kisses to fights to falling in love, and each first time builds a picture of who Bodie and Doyle are and what they come to mean to one another. Well paced, riveting, and with brilliantly drawn characters this is a wonderful read and as each facet of Bodie and Doyle’s lives and feelings is revealed you will want to know more. ♥
Excerpt 1
The first time Bodie saw Raymond Doyle was at CI5's training facility. Cowley had sent him to look over the latest intake of agents, give them a once over, see if they were all wheat or if there was any chaff they should be shut of. Which was how he came to be watching the lot of them from the observation area when Jack Craine paired them off for hand-to-hand sparring.
Amongst a field of mostly military men, Doyle stood out like a scruffy urchin. Hair too long and running riot with curls, clothes that looked like they came from an Oxfam shop and an attitude that ran to a feline arrogance.
Bodie reckoned the other recruits would make a meal of him.
Excerpt 2
The first time Doyle touched Bodie they were in the locker room at HQ. This touch was more than a matey slap on the back, more than a quick elbow to the ribs. It meant more, so much more that Doyle couldn't even say how much.
It'd been a bastard of a day. They'd spent hours chasing whispers of death and destruction, with nothing to show for it at the end of the day. Nothing but sore feet from walking and, in Bodie's case, bruised knuckles from duffing up one poor bastard who'd decided to try his chances against the pair of them rather than reveal the pitiful amount of information he possessed.
Bodie nearly stumbled onto the bench in the locker room, fatigue robbing him of his usual grace. He leaned back, eyes closed, hands clutching the bench behind him, and let out a great exhalation of breath. It was so unlike Bodie, a chink of vulnerability showing beneath his always cool exterior, that Doyle was drawn towards him. Before he could stop himself he was behind Bodie. Both his hands were drawn to Bodie's shoulders, and he gave them a squeeze that was almost, but not quite, a caress.
Bodie didn't jump, didn't flinch, didn't recoil. Instead, he relaxed under Doyle's fingers, muscles uncoiling, breathing slowing down to a more relaxed rhythm.
Firsts (at A03)
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