A/N: Very inspired by ”Joyeux Noël” from 2005. Watch it and cry. (and adore sexy a frenchmen and an even sexier german. Ignore Diane Krüger.)
”It's Christmas.” Lieutenant Maltravers reminded Major Blenkinsop. Blenkinsop tore himself from the pile of papers, looked up at Maltravers. ”What? Already, how is that possible?” Blenkinsop looked down at the papers, noticed that he had signed them with 24th of December. ”Have we been here for that long?” ”Yes sir.” Maltravers smiled. ”I wanted to invite myself to your room this evening.” Blenkinsop smiled to, but then the gunfire reminded them of where they where. ”No, lieutenant.” he sighed. ”That is to dangerous. What if we are called in? It wouldn't look good.” Maltravers mood dropped, he sighed and sat down on a chair. ”Oh.” ”We will have all the time in the world after the war.” he said. ”I guess so.” Maltravers said. ”Either way, we are going to drink tonight. I will be responsible for the company.” Blenkinsop smiled. ”I will ignore any orders tonight. It's Christmas on both sides afterall.” Maltravers nodded. ”I heard that the germans are getting christmas trees.” ”Silly.” Blenkinsop said, stood up and kissed Maltravers cheek, in a hurry. ”But we will have drinks and hopefully the scots will not play any of their dreadful music.” ”One can only hope.” Maltravers said, and sighed. ”Will you join us?” ”Of course I will old bean!” Blenkinsop said. ”Now, I must give this order to... well you. Shoot the damn bastards, lieutenant. At 12.35 exactly.” ”Will do, sir.” Maltravers said and kissed Blenkinsop properly, it was not like anyone would see anyway. The kiss was wonderful, just as it used to be, before the war. The kiss was short but felt like it lasted forever. (like all of their (few) kisses the past 5 months)
The company wasn't very quiet that evening. They ate their food, thanked God that France wasn't as cold as England (even though it had been snowing on and off for days now. Blenkinsop even dared to sit close to Maltravers, steal some of his body heat. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to let Maltravers sleep with him that night, it was Christmas after all. Just a year ago they had been in their own bed, in their flat. That seemed like ages ago. The soldiers had all gotten their mail, filled with christmas cards, gifts, new clothes and cakes, cookies and drawings and... well, all of those things that made a man happy. All of their soldiers where more boys than men, and Blenkinsop, who was to be 22 in a couple of months was still the oldest one. They all needed this, to relax, calm down, forget that they could be killed if the germans wanted to. So neither Blenkinsop nor Maltravers cared for the normal rules to be followed, and did not tell their men to go to sleep. They happily drank with their company, and Blenkinsop had to firmly remind Maltravers (and himself) to keep his hands off his knee, not on his body, stroking, longing. No. It all began when the private on watch called for Blenkinsop, said that the germans had put up their tiny christmas trees at the top of their trenches. ”Silliness.” Blenkinsop said. ”But, it's Christmas over there to, I guess.” But before they got back they heard the french singing. It was really touching, the silence, the soft, harsh snow and then the voice of a male singing a song they all knew to well, a christmas carol that they all sang every christmas. Blenkinsop smiled, and sat down again, even closer to Maltravers. ”They might be smelly, those frenchmen, but they know how to sing.” And suddenly they heard a violin, a soft violin. But it didn't come from the french quarters, no, it came from the other side of No Man's Land. Blenkinsop stood up, together with the rest of the crew. ”Are they...” suddenly it was not only one man singing from the french quarters, but two, and suddenly three. And they heard a few german voices, singing in horrible french.
Re: Unprompted: Blenkinsop/Maltravers - They Owe Us A Life 9a/20
A/N: Very inspired by ”Joyeux Noël” from 2005. Watch it and cry. (and adore sexy a frenchmen and an even sexier german. Ignore Diane Krüger.)
”It's Christmas.” Lieutenant Maltravers reminded Major Blenkinsop. Blenkinsop tore himself from the pile of papers, looked up at Maltravers.
”What? Already, how is that possible?” Blenkinsop looked down at the papers, noticed that he had signed them with 24th of December. ”Have we been here for that long?”
”Yes sir.” Maltravers smiled. ”I wanted to invite myself to your room this evening.” Blenkinsop smiled to, but then the gunfire reminded them of where they where.
”No, lieutenant.” he sighed. ”That is to dangerous. What if we are called in? It wouldn't look good.”
Maltravers mood dropped, he sighed and sat down on a chair. ”Oh.”
”We will have all the time in the world after the war.” he said.
”I guess so.” Maltravers said. ”Either way, we are going to drink tonight. I will be responsible for the company.”
Blenkinsop smiled. ”I will ignore any orders tonight. It's Christmas on both sides afterall.”
Maltravers nodded. ”I heard that the germans are getting christmas trees.”
”Silly.” Blenkinsop said, stood up and kissed Maltravers cheek, in a hurry. ”But we will have drinks and hopefully the scots will not play any of their dreadful music.”
”One can only hope.” Maltravers said, and sighed. ”Will you join us?”
”Of course I will old bean!” Blenkinsop said. ”Now, I must give this order to... well you. Shoot the damn bastards, lieutenant. At 12.35 exactly.”
”Will do, sir.” Maltravers said and kissed Blenkinsop properly, it was not like anyone would see anyway. The kiss was wonderful, just as it used to be, before the war. The kiss was short but felt like it lasted forever. (like all of their (few) kisses the past 5 months)
The company wasn't very quiet that evening. They ate their food, thanked God that France wasn't as cold as England (even though it had been snowing on and off for days now. Blenkinsop even dared to sit close to Maltravers, steal some of his body heat. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to let Maltravers sleep with him that night, it was Christmas after all. Just a year ago they had been in their own bed, in their flat. That seemed like ages ago.
The soldiers had all gotten their mail, filled with christmas cards, gifts, new clothes and cakes, cookies and drawings and... well, all of those things that made a man happy. All of their soldiers where more boys than men, and Blenkinsop, who was to be 22 in a couple of months was still the oldest one. They all needed this, to relax, calm down, forget that they could be killed if the germans wanted to.
So neither Blenkinsop nor Maltravers cared for the normal rules to be followed, and did not tell their men to go to sleep. They happily drank with their company, and Blenkinsop had to firmly remind Maltravers (and himself) to keep his hands off his knee, not on his body, stroking, longing. No.
It all began when the private on watch called for Blenkinsop, said that the germans had put up their tiny christmas trees at the top of their trenches. ”Silliness.” Blenkinsop said. ”But, it's Christmas over there to, I guess.”
But before they got back they heard the french singing. It was really touching, the silence, the soft, harsh snow and then the voice of a male singing a song they all knew to well, a christmas carol that they all sang every christmas. Blenkinsop smiled, and sat down again, even closer to Maltravers. ”They might be smelly, those frenchmen, but they know how to sing.”
And suddenly they heard a violin, a soft violin. But it didn't come from the french quarters, no, it came from the other side of No Man's Land. Blenkinsop stood up, together with the rest of the crew.
”Are they...” suddenly it was not only one man singing from the french quarters, but two, and suddenly three. And they heard a few german voices, singing in horrible french.