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Facets II: Stolen Moments by Maggie Hall (NC-17)
Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: 11,900 words, 66k
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: None known, but there is a list of Maggie Hall's Pros stories at Palelyloitering.com (mostly published in zines or on the paper circuit, but not all)
Why this must be read: This fic was originally published in the 1993 Manacles Press zine Nudge Nudge, Wink Wink, and I was just incredibly happy when it came online a couple of years ago, available to everyone. The story is really in three parts - the night before Bodie is sent up north on an op, the day that he returns, and in between - well in between there is a flashback to a visit the lads made to Amsterdam, one that seems to have changed their lives to a small but incredibly erotic extent, and the story circles around this change. What I particularly adore about it are the proofs the lads give each other, not always deliberately and when they are deliberate rather embarrassedly, that the other is loved. There's a vein of comfort running through it somehow, and that's what I take away with me every time. At the same time, it's not overly sentimental, not in the least bit soppy - Doyle's acquiescences are "Just to shut you up, Bodie", and Bodie's matter-of-fact view of life, even when he's acknowledging his feelings for Ray, seem entirely canon to me.
We first come across the lads relaxing in Doyle's flat - the weather is autumn-wild outside, but we're drawn inside with the lads, to a lazy, sated and sensual evening. There are a couple of Americanisms right at the very beginning ("holiday season", "Merseyside County"?!), but they're otherwise relatively few, and it's worth getting past them for the gorgeous story - and especially for Bodie's return, and the time they have to spend waiting for Cowley... *g*
Excerpt: "Ray?" He dipped his fingers in the wealth of curls, feeling the fine hair tickle his skin like eiderdown. "Wake up, mate," he whispered.
"'M awake," Doyle mumbled, sighing and inching just a little closer to Bodie's chest. Bodie snorted. Doyle's normal spring-coiled tension was gone; he was as limp as a wrung out dishrag--and just as attentive. It would've bothered Bodie, if he hadn't known every way there was to get Doyle to wake up and join in the party. Soft whispers did it when Bodie was feeling randy. Nagging did it when he felt neglected. And when he felt like this.... He pushed Doyle's hair back and licked gently, just behind a chilly earlobe, rubbing the rising goose-bumps with a fingertip. Doyle twitched, rolling his head back into the crook of Bodie's arm. "You're going to be wide awake in a matter of minutes, my son," he assured, dipping his fingers into the smooth hollow of Doyle's shoulder and down over his breastbone, drawing abstract patterns in the soft mat of hair. He didn't miss the faint smile forming, and bent to brush his lips against it.
Bodie smiled back unseen. Doyle, soft-hearted sod, was so very susceptible to romantic charm....
Facets II: Stolen Moments
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: 11,900 words, 66k
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: None known, but there is a list of Maggie Hall's Pros stories at Palelyloitering.com (mostly published in zines or on the paper circuit, but not all)
Why this must be read: This fic was originally published in the 1993 Manacles Press zine Nudge Nudge, Wink Wink, and I was just incredibly happy when it came online a couple of years ago, available to everyone. The story is really in three parts - the night before Bodie is sent up north on an op, the day that he returns, and in between - well in between there is a flashback to a visit the lads made to Amsterdam, one that seems to have changed their lives to a small but incredibly erotic extent, and the story circles around this change. What I particularly adore about it are the proofs the lads give each other, not always deliberately and when they are deliberate rather embarrassedly, that the other is loved. There's a vein of comfort running through it somehow, and that's what I take away with me every time. At the same time, it's not overly sentimental, not in the least bit soppy - Doyle's acquiescences are "Just to shut you up, Bodie", and Bodie's matter-of-fact view of life, even when he's acknowledging his feelings for Ray, seem entirely canon to me.
We first come across the lads relaxing in Doyle's flat - the weather is autumn-wild outside, but we're drawn inside with the lads, to a lazy, sated and sensual evening. There are a couple of Americanisms right at the very beginning ("holiday season", "Merseyside County"?!), but they're otherwise relatively few, and it's worth getting past them for the gorgeous story - and especially for Bodie's return, and the time they have to spend waiting for Cowley... *g*
Excerpt: "Ray?" He dipped his fingers in the wealth of curls, feeling the fine hair tickle his skin like eiderdown. "Wake up, mate," he whispered.
"'M awake," Doyle mumbled, sighing and inching just a little closer to Bodie's chest. Bodie snorted. Doyle's normal spring-coiled tension was gone; he was as limp as a wrung out dishrag--and just as attentive. It would've bothered Bodie, if he hadn't known every way there was to get Doyle to wake up and join in the party. Soft whispers did it when Bodie was feeling randy. Nagging did it when he felt neglected. And when he felt like this.... He pushed Doyle's hair back and licked gently, just behind a chilly earlobe, rubbing the rising goose-bumps with a fingertip. Doyle twitched, rolling his head back into the crook of Bodie's arm. "You're going to be wide awake in a matter of minutes, my son," he assured, dipping his fingers into the smooth hollow of Doyle's shoulder and down over his breastbone, drawing abstract patterns in the soft mat of hair. He didn't miss the faint smile forming, and bent to brush his lips against it.
Bodie smiled back unseen. Doyle, soft-hearted sod, was so very susceptible to romantic charm....
Facets II: Stolen Moments