He's been kidnapped by pirates, bed and all, and it's on a boat which is pitching up and down in gale force winds.
He's been kidnapped, bed and all, it's on a boat which is pitching up and down in gale force winds, he's going to throw up, and someone's placed a hand on his forehead.
Maltravers whimpers a little, and the bed moves violently.
"Old bean, it's just me," he hears, and it can't be Blenkinsop, he's in France, been in France for weeks, not due back till next month, and so it must be one of the pirates who have taken him. He forces his eyes open to try and speak to them -
In the brief moment between opening his eyes and promptly wanting to vomit, he sees a flash of brown eyes on a distinctly Blenkinsop-looking face.
The hand that was on his cheek moves to his back, supporting him as he dives across the bed to the sickbowl, rubbing slow circles as he retches.
"Do you feel up to water?" Blenkinsop asks - and it must be Blenkinsop, no one else gets that tone of half-worried half-love just right - and Maltravers shakes his head slightly, flopping back on the bed.
"I thought you were in France?" he says, and his voice sounds muffled, as though he's got water in his ears.
Blenkinsop smiles at that, gently nudging Maltravers over so that his head rests in Blenkinsop's lap.
"I sent a telegram to say I was coming back earlier old bean," he replies, and through the haze of Oh God I want to die that has characterised the past few days, Maltravers remembers a slightly chewed envelope being dropped on the bed by Rover.
Rover.
Rover needs walked.
"It's okay," says Blenkinsop, pushing him back down as Maltravers struggles to get up, "he's been let into the garden, and I'll take him for a walk later."
"But your leg -"
"Will be fine, I'm not planning to climb Ben Nevis. Now, lie down and relax," Blenkinsop says with a hint of order in his voice, and Maltravers surrenders, head pounding and throat aching.
Blenkinsop massages his temples, and it's heavenly.
"You have magic fingers," Maltravers mumbles as he melts into Blenkinsop's lap.
He can feel Blenkinsop's chuckle reverberate in his chest, and his eyes slip shut as Blenkinsop continues massaging, feeling well for the first time in days.
"Rest now Maltravers," he says quietly - placing a kiss on his forehead - and Maltravers does so, drifting off to the sound of Blenkinsop's breathing, a smile on his face.
[I hope you feel better today hun!!!! *squishes tightly and snuggles you into a blanket* <3]
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FILL: "Magic and Snuggles", Blenkinsop/Maltravers, illness and snuggles, G
Date: 2011-11-16 10:24 pm (UTC)He's been kidnapped by pirates, bed and all, and it's on a boat which is pitching up and down in gale force winds.
He's been kidnapped, bed and all, it's on a boat which is pitching up and down in gale force winds, he's going to throw up, and someone's placed a hand on his forehead.
Maltravers whimpers a little, and the bed moves violently.
"Old bean, it's just me," he hears, and it can't be Blenkinsop, he's in France, been in France for weeks, not due back till next month, and so it must be one of the pirates who have taken him. He forces his eyes open to try and speak to them -
In the brief moment between opening his eyes and promptly wanting to vomit, he sees a flash of brown eyes on a distinctly Blenkinsop-looking face.
The hand that was on his cheek moves to his back, supporting him as he dives across the bed to the sickbowl, rubbing slow circles as he retches.
"Do you feel up to water?" Blenkinsop asks - and it must be Blenkinsop, no one else gets that tone of half-worried half-love just right - and Maltravers shakes his head slightly, flopping back on the bed.
"I thought you were in France?" he says, and his voice sounds muffled, as though he's got water in his ears.
Blenkinsop smiles at that, gently nudging Maltravers over so that his head rests in Blenkinsop's lap.
"I sent a telegram to say I was coming back earlier old bean," he replies, and through the haze of Oh God I want to die that has characterised the past few days, Maltravers remembers a slightly chewed envelope being dropped on the bed by Rover.
Rover.
Rover needs walked.
"It's okay," says Blenkinsop, pushing him back down as Maltravers struggles to get up, "he's been let into the garden, and I'll take him for a walk later."
"But your leg -"
"Will be fine, I'm not planning to climb Ben Nevis. Now, lie down and relax," Blenkinsop says with a hint of order in his voice, and Maltravers surrenders, head pounding and throat aching.
Blenkinsop massages his temples, and it's heavenly.
"You have magic fingers," Maltravers mumbles as he melts into Blenkinsop's lap.
He can feel Blenkinsop's chuckle reverberate in his chest, and his eyes slip shut as Blenkinsop continues massaging, feeling well for the first time in days.
"Rest now Maltravers," he says quietly - placing a kiss on his forehead - and Maltravers does so, drifting off to the sound of Blenkinsop's breathing, a smile on his face.
[I hope you feel better today hun!!!! *squishes tightly and snuggles you into a blanket* <3]