a stand alone fic
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indeedsir_backupHello!!
A quick stand alone fic while I'm sorting out my coursework.
If Lucy is about I'd like her to consider drawing something form this fic, i just love her work and with the sleeping aid illustration it's just amazing stuff.
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Disclaimer: don’t own them Wodehouse does, bless his little socks.
It is a curious thing certainly, to find one’s self at nine in the evening on an autumnal day, rumpled and not suitable for presentation, crawling on all fours while listening for a single sound of the other.
The other being my employer Mr. Bertram Wooster and the object of what we are doing being a game of sexual predatory. Having already been thoroughly ravished with kisses and almost unbearable contact with his lower extremities I endeavoured to make the very best of my efforts in tracking him down.
I caught him in the kitchen, crawling behind the centre work surface, I crawled the other way to meet him, I could hear him laugh as he attempted to get out only to have made an error and be trapped in the corner. I moved in, with a small growl in my throat, Bertram was just as rumpled as I was, he was giggling and he bit his lips, staring right at me and moving to meet me head on.
We met in a long kiss, our tongues getting the best out of our mouths, I pushed him back, on to his back and crawled on top of him and bending down to almost kiss him, but not quite, staying a few seconds I smiled at his whimper and stood up.
I bend down and, hauling Bertram up by his collar, proceeded to kiss him without further delay. Bertram threw his arms around my neck and he returned my affection ardently so.
Having kissed Bertram into a state of advanced sexual pleasure, which took the whole of two minutes, I slid his trousers off, and then his undergarments, leaving him in only his shirttails. I felt his hands run through my hair and he continued to kiss my face and neck while I moved us both to the master bedroom. Bertram let up for air, grabbed my trousers and slid them down to my ankles, panting in my ear: “We shall have to keep it down Jeeves.”
I smiled, we were both already flustered and sweating.
“The rest of the apartments are empty sir, everyone is out at the Nelson Celebrations.”
It took a further one minute, 30 seconds for Bertram to understand and grin.
With that, I pushed him against the wall, his legs slipped round my hips I slipped inside of him and repeatedly banged his bare bottom against the wall, till, he affirms afterwards, it went red and proved quite painful to sit on.
There was most assuredly something about Bertram’s bare bottom being thumped red against the wall that encouraged me even harder to double my efforts.
My hair got very dishevelled during those moments of pure animalistic lust, needless to say, Bertram’s hands were gripped tightly in it, head thrown back crying “OH god Jeeves!!!”
But I wasn’t quite ready to finish.
I slid out, much to Bertram’s protests and moved him to the bedroom, His thighs wrapped tightly round my shirt clad hips. Here I threw him onto the bed with force and he hit it with an “oh!” and a flurry of unkept hair. Just as he was attempting to work out his surroundings, I pounced landing on him and stretching out body length as he re-wrapped his arms around my neck and I slipped my hands under to hold his shoulder blades.
We rocked the bed till, to both our alarm, it broke beneath our combined weight.
Bertram looked about him.
“Oh Jeeves….what shall we tell everyone?”
“I suggest we keep it quite sir, and procure a new bed on the morrow.”
H had such a sweet and worried face that I felt compelled to bump noses with him.
“That was fun.”
“Indeed it was sir.”
He gingerly touched his backside, wincing a little at the redness.
“Never mind, I always liked a sharp taste with my evening nightcap.”
A quick stand alone fic while I'm sorting out my coursework.
If Lucy is about I'd like her to consider drawing something form this fic, i just love her work and with the sleeping aid illustration it's just amazing stuff.
*******************************************************
Disclaimer: don’t own them Wodehouse does, bless his little socks.
It is a curious thing certainly, to find one’s self at nine in the evening on an autumnal day, rumpled and not suitable for presentation, crawling on all fours while listening for a single sound of the other.
The other being my employer Mr. Bertram Wooster and the object of what we are doing being a game of sexual predatory. Having already been thoroughly ravished with kisses and almost unbearable contact with his lower extremities I endeavoured to make the very best of my efforts in tracking him down.
I caught him in the kitchen, crawling behind the centre work surface, I crawled the other way to meet him, I could hear him laugh as he attempted to get out only to have made an error and be trapped in the corner. I moved in, with a small growl in my throat, Bertram was just as rumpled as I was, he was giggling and he bit his lips, staring right at me and moving to meet me head on.
We met in a long kiss, our tongues getting the best out of our mouths, I pushed him back, on to his back and crawled on top of him and bending down to almost kiss him, but not quite, staying a few seconds I smiled at his whimper and stood up.
I bend down and, hauling Bertram up by his collar, proceeded to kiss him without further delay. Bertram threw his arms around my neck and he returned my affection ardently so.
Having kissed Bertram into a state of advanced sexual pleasure, which took the whole of two minutes, I slid his trousers off, and then his undergarments, leaving him in only his shirttails. I felt his hands run through my hair and he continued to kiss my face and neck while I moved us both to the master bedroom. Bertram let up for air, grabbed my trousers and slid them down to my ankles, panting in my ear: “We shall have to keep it down Jeeves.”
I smiled, we were both already flustered and sweating.
“The rest of the apartments are empty sir, everyone is out at the Nelson Celebrations.”
It took a further one minute, 30 seconds for Bertram to understand and grin.
With that, I pushed him against the wall, his legs slipped round my hips I slipped inside of him and repeatedly banged his bare bottom against the wall, till, he affirms afterwards, it went red and proved quite painful to sit on.
There was most assuredly something about Bertram’s bare bottom being thumped red against the wall that encouraged me even harder to double my efforts.
My hair got very dishevelled during those moments of pure animalistic lust, needless to say, Bertram’s hands were gripped tightly in it, head thrown back crying “OH god Jeeves!!!”
But I wasn’t quite ready to finish.
I slid out, much to Bertram’s protests and moved him to the bedroom, His thighs wrapped tightly round my shirt clad hips. Here I threw him onto the bed with force and he hit it with an “oh!” and a flurry of unkept hair. Just as he was attempting to work out his surroundings, I pounced landing on him and stretching out body length as he re-wrapped his arms around my neck and I slipped my hands under to hold his shoulder blades.
We rocked the bed till, to both our alarm, it broke beneath our combined weight.
Bertram looked about him.
“Oh Jeeves….what shall we tell everyone?”
“I suggest we keep it quite sir, and procure a new bed on the morrow.”
H had such a sweet and worried face that I felt compelled to bump noses with him.
“That was fun.”
“Indeed it was sir.”
He gingerly touched his backside, wincing a little at the redness.
“Never mind, I always liked a sharp taste with my evening nightcap.”
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Date: 2005-11-16 05:15 pm (UTC)<:3D~
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Date: 2005-11-16 05:23 pm (UTC)And while this story is cute, I really can't see Jeeves saying things like "crotch", "snog", or "horniness"...
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Date: 2005-11-16 06:23 pm (UTC)I agree about Jeeves, but I'm really not very good at the whole Jeeve's talk thing, I've been wrting too much other stuff lol.
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Date: 2005-11-16 07:27 pm (UTC)Hope this helps! And keep writing! Practice makes perfect. ;)
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Date: 2005-11-16 09:09 pm (UTC)http://www.livejournal.com/support/faqbrowse.bml?faqid=75
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Date: 2005-11-16 09:54 pm (UTC)I was just using a computer in school I thought I'd look and see what was on ol' indeedsir....
I'm soooo lucky a teacher wasn't passing by at the moment....
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