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Insignis by Purna (Rating: PG)
Fandom: DONALD STRACHEY MYSTERIES
Pairing: Donald Strachey/Timothy Callahan (bonus appearance by Bub Bailey)
Length: 1,700 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
purna
Author's website: None of which I'm aware.
Why this story must be read: Timothy Callahan is a gentleman in every sense of the word. He prefers to employ brains as opposed to brawn, and his ability to reason with the unreasonable is why he's Sen. Glassman's right-hand man. But even Timothy has his limits. This story was written for a "picfic" challenge on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
nick_n_nora. The picture that inspired the story is at the end of the piece.
Of course Bailey has to call right in the middle of something, Donald thought in exasperation as he glanced at his phone. He snapped another few shots of Cecelia Page in a towel and flagrente delicto as she lingered in the open doorway of her hotel room. She was getting a tonsil-hockey kiss from a burly man in a tennis outfit who was definitely not Mr. Page.
"I don't think she's been working on her backhand," he said to the phone. He let it go for another two rings and then lowered the Nikon, setting it carefully on the passenger seat before he flipped open the phone.
"Kinda busy here," he snapped, his eyes on the happy couple, who were getting hot and heavy again. It looked like Mrs. Page was up for round two, and burly man seemed inclined to oblige.
Another productive day at the airport Econo Lodge. Maybe cheating couples liked to imagine themselves flying off somewhere together. And maybe it was just cheap and out of the way.
"The naughty pictures can wait, Strachey." Bailey's voice sounded even gruffer than normal.
"Adultery pays the bills, Bub." Donald cradled the phone between his ear and shoulder and reached for the Nikon again. Cecelia's towel was about to lose its life for the cause; a shot of burly man's right hand sliding beneath hotel terrycloth was too good to miss.
"It's Callahan," Bailey said, and Donald managed to drop the phone and the Nikon.
Insignis
Pairing: Donald Strachey/Timothy Callahan (bonus appearance by Bub Bailey)
Length: 1,700 words
Author on LJ:
purnaAuthor's website: None of which I'm aware.
Why this story must be read: Timothy Callahan is a gentleman in every sense of the word. He prefers to employ brains as opposed to brawn, and his ability to reason with the unreasonable is why he's Sen. Glassman's right-hand man. But even Timothy has his limits. This story was written for a "picfic" challenge on
nick_n_nora. The picture that inspired the story is at the end of the piece.Of course Bailey has to call right in the middle of something, Donald thought in exasperation as he glanced at his phone. He snapped another few shots of Cecelia Page in a towel and flagrente delicto as she lingered in the open doorway of her hotel room. She was getting a tonsil-hockey kiss from a burly man in a tennis outfit who was definitely not Mr. Page.
"I don't think she's been working on her backhand," he said to the phone. He let it go for another two rings and then lowered the Nikon, setting it carefully on the passenger seat before he flipped open the phone.
"Kinda busy here," he snapped, his eyes on the happy couple, who were getting hot and heavy again. It looked like Mrs. Page was up for round two, and burly man seemed inclined to oblige.
Another productive day at the airport Econo Lodge. Maybe cheating couples liked to imagine themselves flying off somewhere together. And maybe it was just cheap and out of the way.
"The naughty pictures can wait, Strachey." Bailey's voice sounded even gruffer than normal.
"Adultery pays the bills, Bub." Donald cradled the phone between his ear and shoulder and reached for the Nikon again. Cecelia's towel was about to lose its life for the cause; a shot of burly man's right hand sliding beneath hotel terrycloth was too good to miss.
"It's Callahan," Bailey said, and Donald managed to drop the phone and the Nikon.
Insignis