indeedsir_backup | Ficlet: Sprigs of Mistletoe

Title: Sprigs of Mistletoe
Pairing: Jeeves/Bertie

Rating: PG?

Summary: Bertie, Jeeves and mistletoe

Disclaimer: Mine when pigs and other furry thingummies fly.
Beta: the inimitable

storyfan was kind enough to polish this piece.
Notes: May or may not have something to do with the prompt at wodehousefluff. And I'm not late at all to post this, no. Christmas isn't over until the Twelfth day.

”What a splendid dinner that was, Jeeves. Even Anatole would have been proud of it,” Bertie said and patted his tummy in a very Tuppy-ish way when Jeeves stepped or, as he is wont to do, glided into the sitting room after tidying up the remains of the Christmas feast.

“Thank you, sir. Mr Anatole was kind enough to introduce me to the secrets of making a fine Christmas dinner when we last time visited Brinkley Court,” said the valet with a small smile that only Bertie was able to catch.

“And you proved to be an excellent student, if my culinary thingummies can judge. One day soon Anatole must start to protect his recipes or you may outshine him.”

“You are too kind, sir; however I doubt that such a time will come as I get more pleasure from the variable responsibilities of a manservant than I would from the kitchen chores.”

“There’s no need to modesty and feudal spirit, Jeeves. That fish-fed brain of yours could do anything from learning all Anatole’s finest and most well-kept secrets to leading Old Blighty with a firm hand.”

It might have been the candles Jeeves had lit to bring the Christmas atmosphere playing the trick, but for a moment Bertie thought Jeeves had blushed. But he must have imagined it. Jeeves did not blush. Only in the bathroom his cheeks had pinkish hue but then again, that was the thing with the bathrooms, they are always filled with warm moist that makes the mirrors misty and things like that when one is in a hot bath. It must be dashed uncomfortable to wear the valeting outfit during a time like that, especially when the other part is the one who gets all the satisfaction out of it, being sans the clothes.

“I thank you sir, but as I said, I enjoy my life as it is now.”

“Indeed, Jeeves? You mean there’s nothing you wished from the old Father Christmas? Nothing you might want that I could give? No young master’s ties you might like to dispose of?””

“Well, sir, perhaps there is something…”

“Name it, Jeeves, and it shall be yours.”

“If you could be kind enough to play something, sir?”

“Nothing else, Jeeves? You are an easy one to please if that is the only thing you wish. What would you like to hear?”

“I have no requests other than hearing some seasonal music.”

“Right-ho then, Jeeves.” Bertie walked to the piano and sat down on the bench. He flexed his fingers and ran them over the ivories before he began to play ‘Deck the Halls.’

“What do you reckon, Jeeves, is this the sort of music you had in mind?” He smiled a little as he knew it was not the sort of music Jeeves liked, traditional or not.

“While this particular song may not be what I would consider as my favourite type of music, I do enjoy your performance, sir,” Jeeves said and placed a drink of brandy and soda for Bertie nearby.

“Indeed, Jeeves? There’s no hidden stuffiness under your facade then?” He played the song to the end before taking a mouthful of drink. “But why don’t you pour yourself a drink, too? After all, it is Christmas and you should enjoy it, Jeeves.”

“Very good, sir,” said Jeeves and moved to pour a drink for himself.

“I say, Jeeves…” Bertie said a bit uneasily.

“Yes, sir?”

“Oh, nothing, nothing. Perhaps a second drink for the young master while you are there. ” Bertie tossed the drink down his throat and it was his turn to turn a little pinkish, a thing one cannot avoid after a quick drink. Jeeves took another glass and mixed his master’s favourite combination for the second time.

“Would it be too much if I asked you to look up, sir?” Jeeves asked when he had poured the drinks and was once more looking at Bertie sitting at the piano, or slightly more to the place above Bertram’s head.

“It certainly does sound a bit odd, but then again… I say! But how..?”

“Sir?”

“It’s mistletoe, Jeeves, I’m sure you noticed it too, but how did it get up there?”

“I believe the plant must have been placed there by someone, sir.”

“Yes, quite, but that’s not where I put it. I’m sure I placed the thing right… there.”

At that point Bertie stared at a place above Jeeves. The valet looked up, too, and there indeed was another sprig of mistletoe.

“It hasn’t moved.”

“No, sir. Neither has the one I placed.”

“You put that one up there? But why?”

“Perhaps we had the same reason in mind, sir.”

“You mean you would very much like to kiss yourself? I’m sure you are a marvel but I have never known one could kiss oneself. Unless of course one has a mirror but...”

Bertie fell silent when Jeeves moved closer the piano, drinks forgotten at the side-table, the special smile (the one that Jeeves saves only for special times) on the lips of the gentleman's special gentleman.

“I would think it more likely that both of us would like to kiss the other inhabitant of this abode, instead of the tremendously difficult idea you suggested, sir,” Jeeves said.

Had Bertie not been already smitten with his valet, the way the man said ‘sir’ on this occasion would have sealed the thing for the young master. But as the case was that Bertie already was head-over-heels, the way Jeeves articulated that special word with his special smile made Bertram jump from his bench. Later he could not remember how he had moved from the bench to Jeeves as it did feel like he had not walked, ran or used his legs in any other way. Perhaps he had glided like Jeeves. The next thing he was able to remember was how nice Jeeves’ lips felt against his own pair and neither of them really cared for that particular moment that the kiss, their first kiss, did not happen under the mistletoe. They took care of that matter later though, and there was a lot of other business under the both of mistletoe too, but that stays between the two men and the plants that dared not to whisper a word.

FIN

And here's some manips to go with the thing, sorta.

So, I wish you Merry Between-the-Celebrations Days and Happy New Year.

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desserana.livejournal.com

Great fic! Merry Xmas and a happy newyear to you too :D

muuskanuikkunen.livejournal.com

“You mean you would very much like to kiss yourself? I’m sure you are a marvel but I have never known one could kiss oneself. Unless of course one has a mirror but...”
This line made me snort out loud :D Bertie is such an adorable dimwit.. <3 Lovely fic!