Pros Travelblog - Day One - Thursday - Cambs.

kiwisue's plane arrived, and her coach arrived, and she arrived safely in a rather grey and misty-looking England, and I managed to meet her on time and it didn't rain!

Interminable hours back at work, while Kws George Gentlyed and slept off the jetlag, before I was finally free and dragged her poor sleepy self off to meet alicambs for fab dinner and Pros-y fandom-y chat in the above pub. I tried to look intelligent when they talked about Babylon 5, and Stargate and other shows like that. It's highly unlikely I succeeded. *g*

For anyone who's not found Ali's Pros recs page by the way, which I believe was the first Pros recs page of all on the open interweb, and one of the first Pros-y places that I discovered, it's well-worth going to see - Ali's Recs

The Book was duly admired all around. *vbg*

And now it's tomorrow and I must dash off to work for four long hours before I'm freee to start the Pros-y road trip proper - but I thought I'd see if this travelblog-y thing was likely to fly because... wheeeee - Pros-y road trip!

Pros Travelblog - Day One - Thursday - Cambs.

kiwisue's plane arrived, and her coach arrived, and she arrived safely in a rather grey and misty-looking England, and I managed to meet her on time and it didn't rain!

Interminable hours back at work, while Kws George Gentlyed and slept off the jetlag, before I was finally free and dragged her poor sleepy self off to meet alicambs for fab dinner and Pros-y fandom-y chat in the above pub. I tried to look intelligent when they talked about Babylon 5, and Stargate and other shows like that. It's highly unlikely I succeeded. *g*

For anyone who's not found Ali's Pros recs page by the way, which I believe was the first Pros recs page of all on the open interweb, and one of the first Pros-y places that I discovered, it's well-worth going to see - Ali's Recs

The Book was duly admired all around. *vbg*

And now it's tomorrow and I must dash off to work for four long hours before I'm freee to start the Pros-y road trip proper - but I thought I'd see if this travelblog-y thing was likely to fly because... wheeeee - Pros-y road trip!

Drabble meme...

Four long hours until escape... Oddly enough, I was thinking yesterday that it had been ages since I'd been a-drabbling, and what was in my flist this morning - callistosh65 offering a drabble meme! I was too late to be one of the five, but since I'm waiting impatiently to be Pros-y today, and since it's quiet here in temping-land (so far, anyway!) if anyone would like a Pros B/D slash drabble, then if you comment below with a prompt or two, I'll give it a go... *g*

And of course if anyone else would like to write drabbles for a drabble meme today then... you should! *g*

Drabble meme...

Four long hours until escape... Oddly enough, I was thinking yesterday that it had been ages since I'd been a-drabbling, and what was in my flist this morning - callistosh65 offering a drabble meme! I was too late to be one of the five, but since I'm waiting impatiently to be Pros-y today, and since it's quiet here in temping-land (so far, anyway!) if anyone would like a Pros B/D slash drabble, then if you comment below with a prompt or two, I'll give it a go... *g*

And of course if anyone else would like to write drabbles for a drabble meme today then... you should! *g*

Pros Drabble: Just the End of Another Day

For Siskou, who wanted a crabby, exhausted - but not too exhausted - Doyle. I hope this is close!

Just the End of Another Day

“And get these people clear before the whole bloody lot comes down!”

He scowled, turned away, knew he was trembling, grit-eyed and exhausted. It had been a long time since he’d felt so bone-marrow-tired, so worn with death and destruction and the stupidity of man. They’d not stopped this bomb; for all their panting, breathless race, the dust still rose. He stepped over bodies, around bodies, through debris, needing to know, searching…

And there.

Bodie, hand dripping blood that ran down his gun in the rain and vanished into the cracked pavement, clothes torn, face grey.

Eyes blue.

Home soon.

Pros Drabble: Just the End of Another Day

For Siskou, who wanted a crabby, exhausted - but not too exhausted - Doyle. I hope this is close!

Just the End of Another Day

“And get these people clear before the whole bloody lot comes down!”

He scowled, turned away, knew he was trembling, grit-eyed and exhausted. It had been a long time since he’d felt so bone-marrow-tired, so worn with death and destruction and the stupidity of man. They’d not stopped this bomb; for all their panting, breathless race, the dust still rose. He stepped over bodies, around bodies, through debris, needing to know, searching…

And there.

Bodie, hand dripping blood that ran down his gun in the rain and vanished into the cracked pavement, clothes torn, face grey.

Eyes blue.

Home soon.

Pros Drabble: At Home.

Oh yeay for quiet mornings... A Pros-y domestic drabble for ailcia...

At Home
At the end of the day there is tea and telly, books and music. There is sometimes a long run, and an even longer soak in a a tub of water so hot and steam-topped that he imagines exotic, volcanic pools, worlds far away, where there are no villains, no guns, no blood.

But at the end of the day he’d swap nothing, because Bodie is stretched lazily in front of the box, complaining about the wetness of Doyle’s hair against his legs, his stomach, as Doyle closes his eyes, listens to the nine o’clock news. Breathes in this life.

Pros Drabble: At Home.

Oh yeay for quiet mornings... A Pros-y domestic drabble for ailcia...

At Home
At the end of the day there is tea and telly, books and music. There is sometimes a long run, and an even longer soak in a a tub of water so hot and steam-topped that he imagines exotic, volcanic pools, worlds far away, where there are no villains, no guns, no blood.

But at the end of the day he’d swap nothing, because Bodie is stretched lazily in front of the box, complaining about the wetness of Doyle’s hair against his legs, his stomach, as Doyle closes his eyes, listens to the nine o’clock news. Breathes in this life.

Pros Drabble: Dark Imaginings

For earthdogue who requested something about Doyle's chest, which really was shaved for Discovered in a Graveyard...

Dark Imaginings
It was hospital-dim, that strange, shadowed half-light that was neither waking nor sleeping, but something in between, and Bodie sat at Doyle’s bedside, wished for the nightmare to be over. Breath came quietly, barely, both his and Doyle’s, in rhythm with the machines, the blink of lights, the drip-drip that fed life to them both.

He watched Doyle’s chest, wrongly-smooth now, rise and fall, and he thought of other times, of hair against his fingers, of nipples hard under the palm of his hand, of other gasps and moans and breaths.

What if..?

He reached out, touched warmth, kept breathing.

Pros Drabble: Dark Imaginings

For earthdogue who requested something about Doyle's chest, which really was shaved for Discovered in a Graveyard...

Dark Imaginings
It was hospital-dim, that strange, shadowed half-light that was neither waking nor sleeping, but something in between, and Bodie sat at Doyle’s bedside, wished for the nightmare to be over. Breath came quietly, barely, both his and Doyle’s, in rhythm with the machines, the blink of lights, the drip-drip that fed life to them both.

He watched Doyle’s chest, wrongly-smooth now, rise and fall, and he thought of other times, of hair against his fingers, of nipples hard under the palm of his hand, of other gasps and moans and breaths.

What if..?

He reached out, touched warmth, kept breathing.

Pros Drabble: The Capri.

And finally for erushi - the lads and the Capri... though possibly not quite what she was thinking of...

The Capri
No room to move, tipped upside down, tipped sideways and forwards and back again, barely time to breathe, or gasp, or moan. Just gear sticks, and steering wheels, and dashboards and the dark, hands and mouths, and the feel of clothes pushed away to bare skin, of kisses, and tongues licking, and pants of air, warm and wet against ears, necks. Cocks.

The Capri had seen such things, a hundred, hundred times, had felt the pull of dreams, of hope, of love. Slipping, tumbling down the embankment; lives flashing before eyes; headlights askew; bodies braced, determined; it would do again.

Pros Drabble: The Capri.

And finally for erushi - the lads and the Capri... though possibly not quite what she was thinking of...

The Capri
No room to move, tipped upside down, tipped sideways and forwards and back again, barely time to breathe, or gasp, or moan. Just gear sticks, and steering wheels, and dashboards and the dark, hands and mouths, and the feel of clothes pushed away to bare skin, of kisses, and tongues licking, and pants of air, warm and wet against ears, necks. Cocks.

The Capri had seen such things, a hundred, hundred times, had felt the pull of dreams, of hope, of love. Slipping, tumbling down the embankment; lives flashing before eyes; headlights askew; bodies braced, determined; it would do again.