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fellowshippers2003-11-30 08:27 pm
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ficlet: Damsel in Distress, PG13, Karl/Elijah
Pairing: Elijah/Karl. Sort of.
Rating: PG13, mostly for language.
Summary: Elijah is stuck. Karl comes to his rescue.
Disclaimer: Complete nonsense, I made it all up. None of the people mentioned belong to me, I'm just playing with them. Fiction, mate.
Notes: For the November Limey!Challenge set by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
beanzy. Elijah has a problem. Must use the word 'vegetables', but must not use the word 'blue'. 400 words.
Damsel In Distress
Karl blew on his soup, watching the vegetables bobbing on the surface. Deciding to take a shortcut to his car, he cut between two trailers.
"Someone out there?" The sudden hiss startled him, and he swore loudly as hot soup spilled over his fingers.
"What the bloody-"
"I'm stuck!"
"What?"
"It's me, Elijah. Some cunt locked me in and I can't get out the window 'cause it's stuck!"
Karl looked around, then backtracked till he could see a frantic Elijah pressed up against the window.
"Why would someone lock you in?" Karl asked.
"I don't know! Are you going to help me or not?"
"I think I have second degree burns..." Karl grumbled, ignoring Lij to examine his fingers.
"What?"
"Soup."
"I don't care! Will you let me out? Please?"
"It was really hot."
"Oh, for fuck's sake. Be quicker digging my way out with a fucking spoon."
"Well, what am I supposed to do? I don't have a key."
"No, but you might be able to get the window open properly from out there. Would you just try?"
"What do I get?"
Karl heard the thud as Elijah let his head fall against the window. "What d'you mean, what do you get?"
"I mean what do I get? You know, knights rescue damsels in distress, they get to marry the girl. Or something. At least a kiss." Karl scratched his chin, then sucked on his fingers as an afterthought.
"Oh. My. God. Fine."
"Fine, what?"
"Get me out of here and you get a kiss."
Karl grinned, looking up to see Elijah glaring at him. "Deal," he said. He set down what was left of his soup and gave the window a hefty tug. There was a splintering sound as it gave, opening wide enough for Elijah to climb out and into Karl's waiting arms. A minute passed.
"Dude. You can let go of me now."
"Well, there's gratitude."
"Thanks. Now... uh."
"Yes, now. Now that kiss."
Blushing furiously, Elijah reached up and pressed his lips to Karl's cheek. "There, alrigh-" His words were lost in a squeak when Karl's mouth closed over his, gently sucking for a moment.
"Hmm. Yeah, alright. Try not to get locked in again."
"Um. Okay."
"Unless you want to," Karl said with a wink.
"Right."
Letting a blinking, red-cheeked Elijah down to the ground, Karl retrieved his soup, and went on his way.
~end
Rating: PG13, mostly for language.
Summary: Elijah is stuck. Karl comes to his rescue.
Disclaimer: Complete nonsense, I made it all up. None of the people mentioned belong to me, I'm just playing with them. Fiction, mate.
Notes: For the November Limey!Challenge set by
beanzy. Elijah has a problem. Must use the word 'vegetables', but must not use the word 'blue'. 400 words.Damsel In Distress
Karl blew on his soup, watching the vegetables bobbing on the surface. Deciding to take a shortcut to his car, he cut between two trailers.
"Someone out there?" The sudden hiss startled him, and he swore loudly as hot soup spilled over his fingers.
"What the bloody-"
"I'm stuck!"
"What?"
"It's me, Elijah. Some cunt locked me in and I can't get out the window 'cause it's stuck!"
Karl looked around, then backtracked till he could see a frantic Elijah pressed up against the window.
"Why would someone lock you in?" Karl asked.
"I don't know! Are you going to help me or not?"
"I think I have second degree burns..." Karl grumbled, ignoring Lij to examine his fingers.
"What?"
"Soup."
"I don't care! Will you let me out? Please?"
"It was really hot."
"Oh, for fuck's sake. Be quicker digging my way out with a fucking spoon."
"Well, what am I supposed to do? I don't have a key."
"No, but you might be able to get the window open properly from out there. Would you just try?"
"What do I get?"
Karl heard the thud as Elijah let his head fall against the window. "What d'you mean, what do you get?"
"I mean what do I get? You know, knights rescue damsels in distress, they get to marry the girl. Or something. At least a kiss." Karl scratched his chin, then sucked on his fingers as an afterthought.
"Oh. My. God. Fine."
"Fine, what?"
"Get me out of here and you get a kiss."
Karl grinned, looking up to see Elijah glaring at him. "Deal," he said. He set down what was left of his soup and gave the window a hefty tug. There was a splintering sound as it gave, opening wide enough for Elijah to climb out and into Karl's waiting arms. A minute passed.
"Dude. You can let go of me now."
"Well, there's gratitude."
"Thanks. Now... uh."
"Yes, now. Now that kiss."
Blushing furiously, Elijah reached up and pressed his lips to Karl's cheek. "There, alrigh-" His words were lost in a squeak when Karl's mouth closed over his, gently sucking for a moment.
"Hmm. Yeah, alright. Try not to get locked in again."
"Um. Okay."
"Unless you want to," Karl said with a wink.
"Right."
Letting a blinking, red-cheeked Elijah down to the ground, Karl retrieved his soup, and went on his way.
~end