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Down to Zero by Draycevixen (Adult)
Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: ~ 5.700
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
draycevixen
Author Website: AO3, The Circuit Archive, The Automated Hatstand
Why this must be read:
This is one of my all time favorite stories, one of those stories you keep coming back once and again, never getting bored. It has everything I love: angst, misunderstandings, dutch courage, first time, jealousy! \o/, and all of these in that absolutely delicious Draycevixen' style.
Her Bodie's voice is just perfect, the mix of sarcasm and endearing sincerity will make you smile (and even laugh out loud) and feel bad for him, even when laughing, while reading this.
So, what is this story about? It's about Bodie, in love with Doyle, and feeling miserable because his feelings are not returned, but he's willing to live with that because, Doyle is straight. Except, Ray is becoming more and more distant, and then this old acquaintance of him comes around, and wow! maybe Doyle is not as straight as Bodie had thought :P
Come under this little nice cut to see what I'm talking about:
Bodie glanced across the rest room to where Doyle was reading the newspaper with an intensity level where his eyes should have been boring holes through the paper. Anything rather than talk to me.
Doyle would occasionally look up and scan the room, but he was careful never to make eye contact with Bodie, who found himself slumping further and further into his chair, staring at the top of Doyle's head. Just for a moment, as Doyle glanced up and a grin spread quickly across his face, Bodie hoped it was directed at him. Hope died fast as Doyle rose suddenly to his feet.
"Jim!"
Bodie turned around to peer over his shoulder at James bloody Willetts, who was draped elegantly in the doorway. Six feet tall, muscular, blonde haired, chiselled featured, James bloody Willetts. Even Bodie had to admit Willetts was tall and beautiful, although of course not engagingly modest at all. Willetts was a symphony in tan from head to foot and as Bodie rose to his feet too and glanced down at his own all black outfit he realized he looked like Willetts' negative reflection.
The only thing that stopped Willetts from being MI5's blue eyed boy was that his eyes were actually sea green, the very same eyes that never left Doyle's arse, given half a chance.
Of course Cowley's introduction had been merely for Bodie's benefit as it turned out. Willetts had worked briefly with Doyle when Doyle was still a copper and he'd remembered him. Of course he'd remembered him.
Bodie might feel unable to touch Doyle, but Willetts had no such qualms. As he shook hands with Doyle he'd slipped his other hand up to Doyle's elbow and seemed in no hurry to let go.
As Bodie moved over to join them, Willetts was speaking.
"Cowley says we're on for today. We make a very good team, you and I, we should get Rawlings this time."
"Willetts."
Bodie loomed up behind Doyle, attempting to stare Willetts down. Willetts didn't even bat an eyelash, his hand still on Doyle's elbow.
"Bodie." Willetts inclined his head slightly like he was acknowledging the presence of a bad smell. "You'll be providing back up. It's all been sorted."
Willetts steered Doyle out into the corridor, hand still on his elbow and Bodie had no choice but to trail along behind them. Well he did have choices but throwing a tantrum or beating Willetts' head into the wall repeatedly weren't really choices, although he enjoyed contemplating the latter one in particular as they went out to the car.
Now, go to read Down to Zero, have a good time and don't forget to let her now how great her story is :D
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: ~ 5.700
Author on LJ:
draycevixenAuthor Website: AO3, The Circuit Archive, The Automated Hatstand
Why this must be read:
This is one of my all time favorite stories, one of those stories you keep coming back once and again, never getting bored. It has everything I love: angst, misunderstandings, dutch courage, first time, jealousy! \o/, and all of these in that absolutely delicious Draycevixen' style.
Her Bodie's voice is just perfect, the mix of sarcasm and endearing sincerity will make you smile (and even laugh out loud) and feel bad for him, even when laughing, while reading this.
So, what is this story about? It's about Bodie, in love with Doyle, and feeling miserable because his feelings are not returned, but he's willing to live with that because, Doyle is straight. Except, Ray is becoming more and more distant, and then this old acquaintance of him comes around, and wow! maybe Doyle is not as straight as Bodie had thought :P
Come under this little nice cut to see what I'm talking about:
Bodie glanced across the rest room to where Doyle was reading the newspaper with an intensity level where his eyes should have been boring holes through the paper. Anything rather than talk to me.
Doyle would occasionally look up and scan the room, but he was careful never to make eye contact with Bodie, who found himself slumping further and further into his chair, staring at the top of Doyle's head. Just for a moment, as Doyle glanced up and a grin spread quickly across his face, Bodie hoped it was directed at him. Hope died fast as Doyle rose suddenly to his feet.
"Jim!"
Bodie turned around to peer over his shoulder at James bloody Willetts, who was draped elegantly in the doorway. Six feet tall, muscular, blonde haired, chiselled featured, James bloody Willetts. Even Bodie had to admit Willetts was tall and beautiful, although of course not engagingly modest at all. Willetts was a symphony in tan from head to foot and as Bodie rose to his feet too and glanced down at his own all black outfit he realized he looked like Willetts' negative reflection.
The only thing that stopped Willetts from being MI5's blue eyed boy was that his eyes were actually sea green, the very same eyes that never left Doyle's arse, given half a chance.
Of course Cowley's introduction had been merely for Bodie's benefit as it turned out. Willetts had worked briefly with Doyle when Doyle was still a copper and he'd remembered him. Of course he'd remembered him.
Bodie might feel unable to touch Doyle, but Willetts had no such qualms. As he shook hands with Doyle he'd slipped his other hand up to Doyle's elbow and seemed in no hurry to let go.
As Bodie moved over to join them, Willetts was speaking.
"Cowley says we're on for today. We make a very good team, you and I, we should get Rawlings this time."
"Willetts."
Bodie loomed up behind Doyle, attempting to stare Willetts down. Willetts didn't even bat an eyelash, his hand still on Doyle's elbow.
"Bodie." Willetts inclined his head slightly like he was acknowledging the presence of a bad smell. "You'll be providing back up. It's all been sorted."
Willetts steered Doyle out into the corridor, hand still on his elbow and Bodie had no choice but to trail along behind them. Well he did have choices but throwing a tantrum or beating Willetts' head into the wall repeatedly weren't really choices, although he enjoyed contemplating the latter one in particular as they went out to the car.
Now, go to read Down to Zero, have a good time and don't forget to let her now how great her story is :D
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