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If We Lay Here by Gideon BD (Adult)
Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: 149,447 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gideonbd77
Author Website: Gideon on Archive of Our Own, Gideon on The Automated Hatstand
Why this must be read:
The premise of this story is simple: Doyle loves Bodie but Bodie is oblivious, or so Doyle believes. When Bodie is seriously hurt, Doyle devotes himself to Bodie's recovery. While the plot is simple, the writing elevates this plot to a really good story. This writer has such a great way with words. I want to read on and even though this is a very long story (yay!), it's still not enough. I think her Bodie and Doyle are great characters. I can see everything she writes unfolding before my eyes, something that is a testament to Gideon. I'm a reader who has to see and hear the story to like it, and to find one that I love is a real treat.
I also like how she wove bits of canon into the story so seemlessly that if you didn't know better, you'd think what she's written has part of the actual episode.
He’d (Doyle) worn his sunglasses in the early morning, sitting with his legs spread on a hefty, sculptured orb of a rock in the garden while he shaved. His jacket was a heap near his left foot, his weapon a solemn weight on his flank. Outside, he had a legitimate excuse to wear his sunglasses. Inside, it wasn’t as easy to deceive himself that he only wore it to shield his eyes from glaring sunlight. Inside, Bodie was there and wide awake and ready in his immaculate suit and tie, and Bodie saw, even with the damn sunglasses on.
“You scared?”
Just like that, he was stripped bare before Bodie. Not the way he’d have enjoyed, but he was stripped nonetheless, straight down to the soul. If Bodie could read minds, he would have had a first-class seat to the very private memory playing in Doyle’s head at that specific second: Doyle, awakening a few minutes earlier than Bodie. Staring at Bodie’s features slack and so boyish in sleep. Stroking the back of trembling fingers down a sharp, pale cheek.
Bodie was waiting for a reply, gazing at him, through his sunglasses into his eyes and no, there was no way he could lie to Bodie, even if he’d tried.
So he nodded and said, “Yeh.” A gravid pause, and then he asked softly, “You?”
He had expected Bodie to smirk or roll those stunning blue eyes up at the ceiling or snort.
“Yeah.” An equally charged pause, and then Bodie, just as stripped bare as he was, murmured, “All the time.”
If Doyle could speak with his mind instead of his traitorous mouth that seemed to have forgotten how to articulate words, he would have argued that Bodie had claimed otherwise mere hours ago, to the point of being gleeful of a one-way ticket to hell where their bible-thumping boss Cowley won’t exist.
If We Lay Here
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: 149,447 words
Author on LJ:
gideonbd77Author Website: Gideon on Archive of Our Own, Gideon on The Automated Hatstand
Why this must be read:
The premise of this story is simple: Doyle loves Bodie but Bodie is oblivious, or so Doyle believes. When Bodie is seriously hurt, Doyle devotes himself to Bodie's recovery. While the plot is simple, the writing elevates this plot to a really good story. This writer has such a great way with words. I want to read on and even though this is a very long story (yay!), it's still not enough. I think her Bodie and Doyle are great characters. I can see everything she writes unfolding before my eyes, something that is a testament to Gideon. I'm a reader who has to see and hear the story to like it, and to find one that I love is a real treat.
I also like how she wove bits of canon into the story so seemlessly that if you didn't know better, you'd think what she's written has part of the actual episode.
He’d (Doyle) worn his sunglasses in the early morning, sitting with his legs spread on a hefty, sculptured orb of a rock in the garden while he shaved. His jacket was a heap near his left foot, his weapon a solemn weight on his flank. Outside, he had a legitimate excuse to wear his sunglasses. Inside, it wasn’t as easy to deceive himself that he only wore it to shield his eyes from glaring sunlight. Inside, Bodie was there and wide awake and ready in his immaculate suit and tie, and Bodie saw, even with the damn sunglasses on.
“You scared?”
Just like that, he was stripped bare before Bodie. Not the way he’d have enjoyed, but he was stripped nonetheless, straight down to the soul. If Bodie could read minds, he would have had a first-class seat to the very private memory playing in Doyle’s head at that specific second: Doyle, awakening a few minutes earlier than Bodie. Staring at Bodie’s features slack and so boyish in sleep. Stroking the back of trembling fingers down a sharp, pale cheek.
Bodie was waiting for a reply, gazing at him, through his sunglasses into his eyes and no, there was no way he could lie to Bodie, even if he’d tried.
So he nodded and said, “Yeh.” A gravid pause, and then he asked softly, “You?”
He had expected Bodie to smirk or roll those stunning blue eyes up at the ceiling or snort.
“Yeah.” An equally charged pause, and then Bodie, just as stripped bare as he was, murmured, “All the time.”
If Doyle could speak with his mind instead of his traitorous mouth that seemed to have forgotten how to articulate words, he would have argued that Bodie had claimed otherwise mere hours ago, to the point of being gleeful of a one-way ticket to hell where their bible-thumping boss Cowley won’t exist.
If We Lay Here