http://damigella-314.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] damigella-314.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] indeedsir_backup 2012-04-02 03:01 pm (UTC)


I doubt my heart factually stopped, but it did seem so.

“Jeeves? What’s this?”

“That would be my notice, Sir.”

“Your what? Why?”

“Lady Agatha offered me a butlership, Sir.”

My heart seemed to treble its rhythm to make up for the previous laziness: I forgot Etonian dignity and threw my arms around Jeeves’ neck, sobbed “I can’t live without you,” and kissed him.

In the ensuing events, the notice slipped my mind. It was only two hours later, as we smoked together, our naked limbs intertwined, that he whispered “I trust you weren’t annoyed by that April’s fool, Sir.”

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