It’s the middle of November, a cold and biting night, when he stretches up from the cushy chair and decides that this is the night when he should go out again.
He hasn’t been out since they got back the last time, hasn’t been out at all (considering that he’s been perfectly happy to spend most of his time with dear Blenkinsop), but today his very best chum has been particularly irresistible and… Well, if he can’t have Blenkinsop mouthing his name or Blenkinsop slowly entering him then he’ll have to make do with somebody else who looks remarkably similar.
“I’m going out to see some friends, Blenkers!” He calls when he’s already at the door, securely in that inconspicuous coat and with his scarf wrapped carefully around his face.
“Alright, Old Bean!” And he smiles, as Blenkinsop pokes his adorable head out from the kitchen and beams as brightly as possible, “Will you be back late again?”
“Probably. Do you mind?”
“Sir might…”
They giggle together for a second, because the thought of sir is annoying but not that authoritative, and then he turns back to the door. Opening it and slipping out with one final glance back at Blenkinsop smiling fondly from the kitchen.
FILL: Pining For Your Face, Blenkinsop/Maltravers, Eventually NC-17 [3A/4]
He hasn’t been out since they got back the last time, hasn’t been out at all (considering that he’s been perfectly happy to spend most of his time with dear Blenkinsop), but today his very best chum has been particularly irresistible and… Well, if he can’t have Blenkinsop mouthing his name or Blenkinsop slowly entering him then he’ll have to make do with somebody else who looks remarkably similar.
“I’m going out to see some friends, Blenkers!” He calls when he’s already at the door, securely in that inconspicuous coat and with his scarf wrapped carefully around his face.
“Alright, Old Bean!” And he smiles, as Blenkinsop pokes his adorable head out from the kitchen and beams as brightly as possible, “Will you be back late again?”
“Probably. Do you mind?”
“Sir might…”
They giggle together for a second, because the thought of sir is annoying but not that authoritative, and then he turns back to the door. Opening it and slipping out with one final glance back at Blenkinsop smiling fondly from the kitchen.
…A pity that he can’t have that face.