ext_28851 (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
stormatdusk.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fellowshippers2009-02-14 01:25 am
stormatdusk.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2009-02-14 01:25 am
ficlet: A Matter of Degrees, part 2
title: A Matter of Degrees, part 2
by:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stormatdusk
pairing: Bean/Orlando
word count: 404
rating: tame adult
disclaimer: this is only fiction; i don't know these people.
a/n: written september 07; continues from here
“Ow. I think I need to see a dermatologist.”
“A dermato - - ? Oh! Yes, yes, of course, Mr. Bloom. I see you’re holding your lip; have you injured yourself? Shite… where’d I put me white coat?”
“Huh? Oh. No, Sean; not like that. I mean an actual dermatologist.”
“Oh. Well, wind a guy up, will ya? What’d you do? Let me see.”
“I think I’ve got some ingrown hairs or something. Been bothering me since I shaved off that bloody mustache on closing nigh - - don’t TOUCH it!”
“Christ, you’re a bloody girl sometimes. There’s nothing there. More likely you’re just imagining some slight imperfection in your smooth as an Elven babe’s arse complexion, I’d say.”
“I'm not either! And don’t even go there, Mr. ‘Exfoliates Every Night and Twice on Sunday!’ ”
“I do nothin’ of the sort! That’s just regular soap, is all!”
“Tell it to someone who hasn’t seen those Susan Lucci Skin Care packages show up on your Visa statement month after month.”
“Keep your eyes outta my Visa statement! Besides, you might accidentally uncover evidence of things you’re better off not knowing.”
“Yeah? Like jewelry and chocolates for the dozen or two birds you probably have stashed away in various locations around the world?”
“Mm, more like the shiny new playthings I’ve just gotten for yeh, in light of the fact that you’re the prettiest bastard I’ve ever been in love with and I was achin’ to see your face when I try them out on yeh.”
“See, I knew - - wait… playthings?”
“Mm hmm. And they arrived this morning. Now come here and let me see this great tragic injury.”
“They’re… they’re shiny?”
“Mmmm. And at least one vibrates.”
“Ohhhh. Oh, it feels… feels nice when you lick it like that.”
“S’just a touch of razor burn, love. Nothing that a little treatment by Dr. Bean won’t patch right up.”
“Mmmmmmm. Okay, Seanie... er, Dr. Bean.... Where’s the exam room? With all your… equipment... and such?”
“Right this way, Mr. Bloom. Just need... one more… kiss….”
“Mmmmmmm.”
“Mmmmmmm.”
“Seanie? You really do have lovely skin, y’know. You think it’s that Youthful Essence stuff?”
“I’ll deny ever havin’ said so, but those potions are fookin' amazing!”
“How ‘bout later we get them out and give each other facials, yeah?”
“Alright, love, we’ll do that. But later. Much, much later.”
continued here
by:
stormatduskpairing: Bean/Orlando
word count: 404
rating: tame adult
disclaimer: this is only fiction; i don't know these people.
a/n: written september 07; continues from here
“Ow. I think I need to see a dermatologist.”
“A dermato - - ? Oh! Yes, yes, of course, Mr. Bloom. I see you’re holding your lip; have you injured yourself? Shite… where’d I put me white coat?”
“Huh? Oh. No, Sean; not like that. I mean an actual dermatologist.”
“Oh. Well, wind a guy up, will ya? What’d you do? Let me see.”
“I think I’ve got some ingrown hairs or something. Been bothering me since I shaved off that bloody mustache on closing nigh - - don’t TOUCH it!”
“Christ, you’re a bloody girl sometimes. There’s nothing there. More likely you’re just imagining some slight imperfection in your smooth as an Elven babe’s arse complexion, I’d say.”
“I'm not either! And don’t even go there, Mr. ‘Exfoliates Every Night and Twice on Sunday!’ ”
“I do nothin’ of the sort! That’s just regular soap, is all!”
“Tell it to someone who hasn’t seen those Susan Lucci Skin Care packages show up on your Visa statement month after month.”
“Keep your eyes outta my Visa statement! Besides, you might accidentally uncover evidence of things you’re better off not knowing.”
“Yeah? Like jewelry and chocolates for the dozen or two birds you probably have stashed away in various locations around the world?”
“Mm, more like the shiny new playthings I’ve just gotten for yeh, in light of the fact that you’re the prettiest bastard I’ve ever been in love with and I was achin’ to see your face when I try them out on yeh.”
“See, I knew - - wait… playthings?”
“Mm hmm. And they arrived this morning. Now come here and let me see this great tragic injury.”
“They’re… they’re shiny?”
“Mmmm. And at least one vibrates.”
“Ohhhh. Oh, it feels… feels nice when you lick it like that.”
“S’just a touch of razor burn, love. Nothing that a little treatment by Dr. Bean won’t patch right up.”
“Mmmmmmm. Okay, Seanie... er, Dr. Bean.... Where’s the exam room? With all your… equipment... and such?”
“Right this way, Mr. Bloom. Just need... one more… kiss….”
“Mmmmmmm.”
“Mmmmmmm.”
“Seanie? You really do have lovely skin, y’know. You think it’s that Youthful Essence stuff?”
“I’ll deny ever havin’ said so, but those potions are fookin' amazing!”
“How ‘bout later we get them out and give each other facials, yeah?”
“Alright, love, we’ll do that. But later. Much, much later.”
continued here
no subject
*grin*
no subject
no subject
no subject