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indeedsir_backupHello all!
Been a while, but I have come back round into my Jeeves and Wooster mode and have been a t university a whole month!!
here be a little ficlet, dedicated and inspired by Ink n Imp's lovely drawings, specifically the one on friday, October 20th with Jeeves and Bertie having a wee cuddlefest, and Monday September 18th entitled "Thief" about thier school days.
Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: Don’t own Jeeves or Wooster, someone else does, but not me.
Dedication: Ink n Imp….A great Artist, whom I admire, cheers!
“Jeeves! You give that back!…”
16-year old Reginald Jeeves, easily much taller than the small, lanky 12-year old Bertram Wooster, merely towered the garment even higher. Wooster frowned and made the worthy, but ultimately failed attempt to retrieve it.
“You beast! Give it back! I shall tell-”
“Oh no you won’t!”
Jeeves grabbed Wooster’s forearm, preventing Wooster from reaching further.
“Not until…you kiss my boot.”
Wooster glared angrily.
“Never! I’d never stoop so low…”
Jeeves merely gave a smug smile, that had a dash of cruelty behind the curved lips.
“But what would your mother say? If you came home without it?”
Wooster went a little paler.
“That’s right, she’d be furious…so, if you wish to avoid her wrath…get to it.”
Wooster hated the way Jeeves talked to him at times, like he was a manservant and Jeeves was pushing him about! He eyed up Jeeves polished boot and thought of his mother if he came home without it.
By this point a group of other boys had arrived and were waiting, heckling poor Wooster.
“Come on! Do it! Kiss his boot!”
“Go on Jeeves push him down!”
But Jeeves merely stood, looking down on Wooster, with a raised eyebrow and a smug smile, waving the article, teasing.
Wooster wished this was easier, wished it had been somebody else didn’t help matters that he thought Jeeves was the most brilliant, beautiful person he’d ever come across…he was sure Jeeves knew otherwise why pick on him so?
He resigned himself to his fate and got down and gave Jeeves boot a kiss, tasting the boot polish on his tongue.
The other boys went wild.
“He kissed Jeeves’s boot! You scrubber!! Wooster kissed Jeeves’s boot!!”
And thus they departed, all except Jeeves, who stood exactly as he stood before.
Wooster was still face down on the floor, not wanting to get up just yet due to the humiliating wet patch in his trousers.
“And now…give *me* a kiss…”
“What?”
“Give *me* a kiss?”
“What? Here? Now?”
Jeeves gave a small sigh and looked back down at his little prey.
“Yes here and now.”
Wooster got up and tentatively, on tip toe, kissed Jeeves’s cheek.
“There…you may have this thing back now.”
Jeeves cast the article of clothing off and walked away, leaving Wooster feeling strained and exhaustive by the afternoon’s events.
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Years later and Jeeves carefully placed the tray with Mr. Wooster’s tea on it by the piano as Mr. Wooster played something or other on it….Jeeves really didn’t try to pay attention to it.
He walked over to the bedroom and found a hideous…yet very familiar garment he hadn’t seen previously. He picked it up cautiously and pursed his lips as he thought back to that afternoon, to those days at school.
“You were an absolute horrid beast to me.”
Wooster’s sudden appearance at his shoulder, was so like something Jeeves would of done that Jeeves actually jumped at the sound.
He turned to see Bertie’s face, not angry, not beaming with a smile, not anything particularly other than contemplative, a rare thing indeed for Bertram Wooster.
Wooster came closer and wrapped an arm round’s Jeeves’s back while the other gently rubbed at his jacket. Jeeves placed his hand in the small of Wooster’s back and the other held the hand rubbing his jacket front.
Bertie’s young face looked up at Jeeves’s.
“An absolute beast…and I loved you for it.”
Jeeves’ relaxed into a smile and they stood there, bumping noses as the radio began to play.
Been a while, but I have come back round into my Jeeves and Wooster mode and have been a t university a whole month!!
here be a little ficlet, dedicated and inspired by Ink n Imp's lovely drawings, specifically the one on friday, October 20th with Jeeves and Bertie having a wee cuddlefest, and Monday September 18th entitled "Thief" about thier school days.
Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: Don’t own Jeeves or Wooster, someone else does, but not me.
Dedication: Ink n Imp….A great Artist, whom I admire, cheers!
“Jeeves! You give that back!…”
16-year old Reginald Jeeves, easily much taller than the small, lanky 12-year old Bertram Wooster, merely towered the garment even higher. Wooster frowned and made the worthy, but ultimately failed attempt to retrieve it.
“You beast! Give it back! I shall tell-”
“Oh no you won’t!”
Jeeves grabbed Wooster’s forearm, preventing Wooster from reaching further.
“Not until…you kiss my boot.”
Wooster glared angrily.
“Never! I’d never stoop so low…”
Jeeves merely gave a smug smile, that had a dash of cruelty behind the curved lips.
“But what would your mother say? If you came home without it?”
Wooster went a little paler.
“That’s right, she’d be furious…so, if you wish to avoid her wrath…get to it.”
Wooster hated the way Jeeves talked to him at times, like he was a manservant and Jeeves was pushing him about! He eyed up Jeeves polished boot and thought of his mother if he came home without it.
By this point a group of other boys had arrived and were waiting, heckling poor Wooster.
“Come on! Do it! Kiss his boot!”
“Go on Jeeves push him down!”
But Jeeves merely stood, looking down on Wooster, with a raised eyebrow and a smug smile, waving the article, teasing.
Wooster wished this was easier, wished it had been somebody else didn’t help matters that he thought Jeeves was the most brilliant, beautiful person he’d ever come across…he was sure Jeeves knew otherwise why pick on him so?
He resigned himself to his fate and got down and gave Jeeves boot a kiss, tasting the boot polish on his tongue.
The other boys went wild.
“He kissed Jeeves’s boot! You scrubber!! Wooster kissed Jeeves’s boot!!”
And thus they departed, all except Jeeves, who stood exactly as he stood before.
Wooster was still face down on the floor, not wanting to get up just yet due to the humiliating wet patch in his trousers.
“And now…give *me* a kiss…”
“What?”
“Give *me* a kiss?”
“What? Here? Now?”
Jeeves gave a small sigh and looked back down at his little prey.
“Yes here and now.”
Wooster got up and tentatively, on tip toe, kissed Jeeves’s cheek.
“There…you may have this thing back now.”
Jeeves cast the article of clothing off and walked away, leaving Wooster feeling strained and exhaustive by the afternoon’s events.
*******************************************************************************
Years later and Jeeves carefully placed the tray with Mr. Wooster’s tea on it by the piano as Mr. Wooster played something or other on it….Jeeves really didn’t try to pay attention to it.
He walked over to the bedroom and found a hideous…yet very familiar garment he hadn’t seen previously. He picked it up cautiously and pursed his lips as he thought back to that afternoon, to those days at school.
“You were an absolute horrid beast to me.”
Wooster’s sudden appearance at his shoulder, was so like something Jeeves would of done that Jeeves actually jumped at the sound.
He turned to see Bertie’s face, not angry, not beaming with a smile, not anything particularly other than contemplative, a rare thing indeed for Bertram Wooster.
Wooster came closer and wrapped an arm round’s Jeeves’s back while the other gently rubbed at his jacket. Jeeves placed his hand in the small of Wooster’s back and the other held the hand rubbing his jacket front.
Bertie’s young face looked up at Jeeves’s.
“An absolute beast…and I loved you for it.”
Jeeves’ relaxed into a smile and they stood there, bumping noses as the radio began to play.
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Date: 2006-11-01 02:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-01 06:58 pm (UTC)'Wooster hated the way Jeeves talked to him at times, like he was a manservant and Jeeves was pushing him about!'
*grins* Jeeves, i'll have you know, i'll not become one of those men who become slaves to their manservants!
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Date: 2006-11-06 10:31 am (UTC)Humiliated Bertie! Evil Jeeves! Contemplative Bertie! Fluff at the end! This fic has a bit of everything! ^_^
You write a disturbingly awesome bully!Jeeves. So deliciously evil. XD But the last scene is just domestic SMEX. *Happy sigh*
Good lord, if my drawings get this sort of LOVELY fic out of you, I shall have to get back to it!
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Date: 2006-11-06 03:06 pm (UTC)heehee, so glad you liked it. I rather like Evil! Jeeves and I plan to use him again...
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Date: 2006-11-08 04:36 am (UTC)That's so cute and smooshy. I love it. ^.^
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Date: 2008-04-22 06:32 pm (UTC)