by Mistress Overdone
by Mistress Overdone
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"Lord Edrington?"
"Yes, Archie"
"What are we doing here?" (he glances around the bare little room –
an old four poster bed, a dilapidated desk, a telltale jar of
lubricant and a candle are the only furnishings)Archie wrinkles his
nose.
"I should have thought that would be obvious, darling. You weren't
born yesterday," Edrington pats the bed and leers.
"But why here? In this tawdry little room- how did we get here and
why, oh, hell, let me see the script!"
"Script? There is no script. Why would we need a script? We've done
this plenty of times. Good Lord, Archie - *I* certainly don't need
instructions!"
"But there's always a script! And a plot, too. It tells how we got
here, where here is and what adventure we're in the midst of. And
there's usually some drama, like how the frogs are attacking us or
the dagos are sneaking up on us and there's often some angst too like
how I've been hurt and abused in the past and you'll comfort me- and
there's usually some mention of Horatio and how he's probably either
screwing Sir Edward silly or he's off being melancholy somewhere
because I've been shot or Stiles is in trouble or Wella-"
(Lord Edrington smothers Archie's still moving mouth with a kiss)
"-why did you do that?"
"Again, you ask the obvious," Edrington pushes Lt. Kennedy against
the wall and kisses him again. This time, Archie responds
enthusiastically. Limbs entwined, they stumble onto the bed,
ignoring the loud creak. In moments, they have torn off each other's
clothes. Fondling, sucking and groping ensue. Edrington reaches for
the little jar of oil and proceeds to thoroughly ravage the young
lieutenant
Not long afterwards, Archie sighs contentedly.
"That was lovely, Archie. You are an improvisational genius! Next
time, I'll be more prepared, I'll bring a nice story for us to act
out. We'll have a set, and costumes and a plot – everything."
"Plot? What plot?" Archie grins impishly and pulls Edrington close
again.
