Another Cambridge Fellows drabble
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semioticwarrior said "Oh, I would SO love a Jonty/Orlando. Prompt: Grapes, picked fresh from a vine."
“I would never have believed that home-grown grapes could taste so good.” Orlando picked another from the vine, slipped it into his mouth and chewed, an expression of quiet pleasure gilding his handsome face, like a contended cow with some particularly tasty cud.
“I don’t remember them being so good since childhood.” Jonty picked a little bunch and began to work through it. “Clarence and I would come out to the garden almost at the crack of dawn. It was always a race between us and the birds – you had to almost predict the day they would be ripe and beat the feathered hordes to them. Umm.” He licked his lips. “All a matter of timing.”
Orlando picked another grape, popping it into his lover’s open mouth and drawing close enough for hips to touch. “A matter of timing. Aren’t all wonderful things just that?”
semioticwarrior said "Oh, I would SO love a Jonty/Orlando. Prompt: Grapes, picked fresh from a vine."“I would never have believed that home-grown grapes could taste so good.” Orlando picked another from the vine, slipped it into his mouth and chewed, an expression of quiet pleasure gilding his handsome face, like a contended cow with some particularly tasty cud.
“I don’t remember them being so good since childhood.” Jonty picked a little bunch and began to work through it. “Clarence and I would come out to the garden almost at the crack of dawn. It was always a race between us and the birds – you had to almost predict the day they would be ripe and beat the feathered hordes to them. Umm.” He licked his lips. “All a matter of timing.”
Orlando picked another grape, popping it into his lover’s open mouth and drawing close enough for hips to touch. “A matter of timing. Aren’t all wonderful things just that?”
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Date: 2009-11-13 12:08 am (UTC)And were they close enough for hips to touch? I was half hoping that's a typo, and you meant to type "l" instead of "h". ;D
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Date: 2009-11-13 11:35 am (UTC)Re: Keep them coming - luv!
Date: 2009-11-13 11:36 am (UTC)There's a special one off story that's going into the Samhain Christmas run-up thing (will post link when I have it) and I may do something for the Speak Its Name blog advent calendar.
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Date: 2009-11-14 10:57 pm (UTC)an expression of quiet pleasure gilding his handsome face, like a contended cow with some particularly tasty cud.
That's very, um, poetic. Not entirely flattering perhaps, but poetic.
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Date: 2009-11-15 06:20 pm (UTC)Cows are very attractive creatures. *nods*