Weekly Drabble Challenge

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Rules:
1) A drabble is, by definition, a 100-word story therefore all responses should be 100 words exactly, no exceptions.
2) You may also choose to respond to this challenge with a five-minute sketch.
3)PLEASE put the word DRABBLE at the top of your post. That way people can easily spot the drabbles in amongst any reader comments they receive.

RATING:I don't think this should be limited so reader beware that they could be any rating (you could put it in the subject line if you feel it needs it)

PLEASE try to remember to make each drabble a comment in response to the original post. That way, if the comments start to collapse, the drabbles themselves should remain visible.

This week: Jeeves and Bertie's first time.  You needn't be explicit, it can be anything from porn to pillowtalk.  Feel free to come up with more than one.

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[godsdaisiechain.livejournal.com]

Midnight whatnot: or "First Snuggle"

Bertie opened an embarrassed e. Biffy’s cheerful little supper was, in fact, giddier than a girls’ school faced with a speaking Wooster, and the y. m. had collapsed on the Jeevesian shirtfront. Dash it. The henpecking would be merciless for weeks.

Reggie struggled to keep Mr. Wooster upright. The aperitifs committee of the Junior Ganymede club had become rather more festive than usual. Blast those vulnerable blue eyes, that kissable young mouth, the melting sensation in his heart.

They woke sprawled across the Chesterfield and ottoman, Jeeves bottommost, and snuggled sleepily for a goodish bit before pretending nothing had happened.

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

*chuckling* Nicely done, old thing.

[krisreinke.livejournal.com]

It has never been like this before.

Then again, it had never been Jeeves before.

There was the clever twist of fingers, up, around, letting the roundness swell under his attentions. Then the delicate downstroke, lightly tracing the length. Then the tug, sudden and unexpected, just pushing up to the point where the breath might catch, were the clutch would be too tight. Just up to the point, but not past. Stopping at perfection.

“Oh, Jeeves!” I gasped, overcome.

He gave one last flick of his fingers and I was done.

Yes, Jeeves did know how to tie a tie.

[haikitteh.livejournal.com]

Wonderful twist!

[godsdaisiechain.livejournal.com]

Ooh!!! Just like an Old English riddle about onions.

[krisreinke.livejournal.com]

*smile*
Thanks :-)

[godsdaisiechain.livejournal.com]

PS... please consider archiving all these little gems in the collection....but most especially this one.

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

*snirk* Heh, heh, heh.

[godsdaisiechain.livejournal.com]

Part 2: First Snog

Weeks passed after Jeeves and Wooster awoke together, chastely nestled in deliciously rumpled evening clothes. They pretended that matters of the heart remained pre-snuggle, but the willowy form twanged like a bowstring and Reggie had resorted to looser trousers to mask certain stirrings. Eye contact was avoided in the emotional tumult.

Eventually, they reverted to their old reflexive familiarity about the home. Bertie burst in, brimful of anecdotage and Jeeves met the laughing blue eyes.

They stood, entranced, for endless moments. Bertie staggered inexorably forward and Jeeves took the Wooster paw. Then, carefully and tenderly, they joined the labial regions.

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

Adorkably sweet!

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

DRABBLE: Sometimes One Needs A Bit Of A Breather

“Jee—I mean Reg?” whispered a happily-melted Wooster as a bit of grey matter struggled to kick up a thought.

“Yes, Bertram?” Other than being breathy, Jeeves sounded as if his fish-fed brain remained intact.

“I say, old thing, I’m sorry about… I’ve imagined… us… and the real tabasco was just so…”

A bit of languor ebbed from the Jeevesian features. “You didn’t enjoy it?”

“No! I mean yes… I did! It’s only… you didn’t get your fair share and… just give me a few and I’ll return the favour, hm?”

The warmth of Jeeves’ smiling embrace was answer enough.