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A Birdwatcher's Guide to Cornish Ghosts by Lizzie (R)
My final rec today, and I'm going to go out with one of the most-loved stories in Pros fandom - I can't believe it's not been recced here yet!
Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: Novel
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
caffyolay
Author Website: List of and links to Lizzie's stories
Why this must be read: Because it is the most wonderful historical AU story, and gorgeous for its take on Bodie/Doyle. The lads are absolutely the lads, even though they've been pulled back to Edwardian England and given what seem at first glance to be quite unlikely lifestyles - and yet they're not... Bodie is a gentleman living off a comfortable allowance in Cornwall, with a sideline in birdwatching and writing books about birds. Doyle is also a gentleman with a presumably comfortable income who travels the country researching and writing books about ghosts. They meet, of course, and their brilliance as partners is immediately obvious - they complement each other's talents and passions, and their canon-esque natures bring them into trouble and adventure whilst investigating strange goings-on. In the eps, they're both living a comfortable lifestyle, their brilliance as partners is obvious, they complement each other's talents and passions... and so on! *g* Oh, and just as in the eps, they're both hell on wheels - though the "infernal machines" in question are bicycles...
Lizzie's love of both the lads and her native Cornwall floods through this story, so that you feel every breath of wind, see every turn of a street, and hear every word the lads speak. She is also a complete mistress of the hot and steamy, which is yet another reason to love these stories so totally.
Excerpt:'Somewhere quiet' turned out to be behind a large rocky outcrop away from prying eyes. Not that there were many prying eyes, the Cornish were mainly of the opinion that walks along the cliff meant you hadn't got enough to occupy you and you should try harder. And in the event they ate first, Bodie being of the opinion that bodily pleasure was best undertaken on a full stomach.
Lunch over and at least one of Bodie's appetites sated, Doyle went to sit between the man's legs and leaned back into his arms. They lay some while like this, half sitting, half lying against the rock, a warm breeze lulling them into a comfortable, lazy togetherness. Bodie had one leg slung casually over Doyle's as they stared out at the endless blue of the ocean and listened to the cries of gulls overhead.
In his drowsy state Doyle was only half-aware of Bodie's hand slipping into his trousers. Gentle fingers stroked flesh that was slowly hardening as Doyle's eyes closed and he slept.
When he woke, the hand was still there, a warm comforting presence; Doyle felt his heat swell into it.
A soft laugh penetrated his somnolence. "'Bout time you woke up."
Doyle stretched lazily. "Have I missed anything?"
In response Bodie pushed his groin into Doyle's backside, a hardness very apparent. "Seems not," Doyle observed dryly. He pressed back in reply and Bodie groaned in his ear, pushing his free hand between their two bodies. Doyle could feel him undoing his fly buttons and then the length of him, solid and hard against his arse.
Bodie's other hand pulled on Doyle's erection. A tongue and teeth were on the back of his neck, licking and biting. Doyle felt a hand in his hair, fingers entwined in his curls, twisting, pulling. Bodie knew exactly what his man liked and delivered without fail. A thumb massaged the head of his leaking cock, working the stickiness into soft, giving flesh. Doyle shuddered uncontrollably as Bodie whispered a crude obscenity into his ear. He knew what Doyle liked all right…
Behind him Bodie was bucking into his arse, his cock, if anything, even harder. He began to whimper and Doyle realised he was as close to coming as himself. It washed over him then, the sensation of fluid rushing the length of his cock, of it spilling into the warmth of his lover's hand, again and again, and of Bodie's voice in his ear, out of control, ecstatic, as he emptied himself against Doyle's arse.
They slept again then in the warm Spring sunshine...
The first five stories are archived online in a couple of places, but the final story is currently not archived with the others, though it is available online. The link below takes you to a list of all six stories, with links to each online source including one for the final story.
A Birdwatcher's Guide to Cornish Ghosts
Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: Novel
Author on LJ:
caffyolayAuthor Website: List of and links to Lizzie's stories
Why this must be read: Because it is the most wonderful historical AU story, and gorgeous for its take on Bodie/Doyle. The lads are absolutely the lads, even though they've been pulled back to Edwardian England and given what seem at first glance to be quite unlikely lifestyles - and yet they're not... Bodie is a gentleman living off a comfortable allowance in Cornwall, with a sideline in birdwatching and writing books about birds. Doyle is also a gentleman with a presumably comfortable income who travels the country researching and writing books about ghosts. They meet, of course, and their brilliance as partners is immediately obvious - they complement each other's talents and passions, and their canon-esque natures bring them into trouble and adventure whilst investigating strange goings-on. In the eps, they're both living a comfortable lifestyle, their brilliance as partners is obvious, they complement each other's talents and passions... and so on! *g* Oh, and just as in the eps, they're both hell on wheels - though the "infernal machines" in question are bicycles...
Lizzie's love of both the lads and her native Cornwall floods through this story, so that you feel every breath of wind, see every turn of a street, and hear every word the lads speak. She is also a complete mistress of the hot and steamy, which is yet another reason to love these stories so totally.
Excerpt:'Somewhere quiet' turned out to be behind a large rocky outcrop away from prying eyes. Not that there were many prying eyes, the Cornish were mainly of the opinion that walks along the cliff meant you hadn't got enough to occupy you and you should try harder. And in the event they ate first, Bodie being of the opinion that bodily pleasure was best undertaken on a full stomach.
Lunch over and at least one of Bodie's appetites sated, Doyle went to sit between the man's legs and leaned back into his arms. They lay some while like this, half sitting, half lying against the rock, a warm breeze lulling them into a comfortable, lazy togetherness. Bodie had one leg slung casually over Doyle's as they stared out at the endless blue of the ocean and listened to the cries of gulls overhead.
In his drowsy state Doyle was only half-aware of Bodie's hand slipping into his trousers. Gentle fingers stroked flesh that was slowly hardening as Doyle's eyes closed and he slept.
When he woke, the hand was still there, a warm comforting presence; Doyle felt his heat swell into it.
A soft laugh penetrated his somnolence. "'Bout time you woke up."
Doyle stretched lazily. "Have I missed anything?"
In response Bodie pushed his groin into Doyle's backside, a hardness very apparent. "Seems not," Doyle observed dryly. He pressed back in reply and Bodie groaned in his ear, pushing his free hand between their two bodies. Doyle could feel him undoing his fly buttons and then the length of him, solid and hard against his arse.
Bodie's other hand pulled on Doyle's erection. A tongue and teeth were on the back of his neck, licking and biting. Doyle felt a hand in his hair, fingers entwined in his curls, twisting, pulling. Bodie knew exactly what his man liked and delivered without fail. A thumb massaged the head of his leaking cock, working the stickiness into soft, giving flesh. Doyle shuddered uncontrollably as Bodie whispered a crude obscenity into his ear. He knew what Doyle liked all right…
Behind him Bodie was bucking into his arse, his cock, if anything, even harder. He began to whimper and Doyle realised he was as close to coming as himself. It washed over him then, the sensation of fluid rushing the length of his cock, of it spilling into the warmth of his lover's hand, again and again, and of Bodie's voice in his ear, out of control, ecstatic, as he emptied himself against Doyle's arse.
They slept again then in the warm Spring sunshine...
The first five stories are archived online in a couple of places, but the final story is currently not archived with the others, though it is available online. The link below takes you to a list of all six stories, with links to each online source including one for the final story.
A Birdwatcher's Guide to Cornish Ghosts