“So far your hugs have turned Ben into a psycho, Larry into a megalomaniac and Martha into a nymphomaniac. All things considered, I don’t think it’s been your best few days” said Simon solemnly and then he laughed
Jim stared at him and then he began to laugh as well
“It’s not funny” wheezed Simon “but at the same time it’s fucking hilarious”
Jim was bent double and choking “this isn’t real laughter, its hysteria” he said,
“I know but who cares, it’s making me feel better”
They laughed until their stomachs hurts and the tears ran from their eyes until eventually they calmed down
“Shall I risk another look” said Jim
“If you like” said Simon “just to check”
Jim peered through the keyhole. Martha wasn’t there. He rubbed his eyes and looked again, no she’d definitely gone
“She’s gone” said Jim
Simon looked worried “it’s worse if we don’t know where she is. Anything could happen to her in that state”
Jim nodded “We should go and make sure she’s ok”
They crept cautiously out of the bathroom. All was quiet.
“Can you see her” hissed Jim
“Nope" said Simon “no sign”
Suddenly
“Jim!!” and Jim was grabbed and dragged into the bedroom
“Oh fuck” Martha was still in her underwear, he closed his eyes. Only problem with that was it made fighting her off difficult as she pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him
“Simon help” he shouted “help, I can’t fight her off, I’ve got my eyes closed”
“So have I”
“Well ....aghh no Martha stop” he added twisting his head as Martha tried to kiss him “well put your hands over your eyes but do something”
Martha was giggling “come on Jim, you know you want to” and the trouble was, he did. He’d always fancied Martha, she was so beautiful with her golden her and lovely eyes and wicked sense of humour, but not like this
“Simon” he yelled again flailing with his arms “help”
“Coming man” Simon ran in one hand over his eyes, the other clutching a duvet. He very quickly opened his eyes and threw it over Martha, rolling her up in it as Jim wriggled out from underneath her.
In the duvet, Martha was yelling and cursing as Simon held onto her legs firmly and Jim tried to get her arms into the duvet
“WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON HERE??”
A loud voice with perfect pronunciation bellowed across the room. They turned. In the door way clutching a suitcase was a tall broad shouldered man in his 60’s who judging by his hair, the same as Ben’s but completely grey and his nose, had to be Ben’s father. Mr Willbond, or more accurately Professor Willbond, cardio thoracic surgeon and professor of cardiology. By his side was a petite woman with Ben’s eyes. His mother, Anna.
Simon groaned, now this would take some explaining.
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Fill Jimothy's Magic Hugs AU 10d/14
Date: 2011-12-03 06:38 pm (UTC)“Yes mate”
“So far your hugs have turned Ben into a psycho, Larry into a megalomaniac and Martha into a nymphomaniac. All things considered, I don’t think it’s been your best few days” said Simon solemnly and then he laughed
Jim stared at him and then he began to laugh as well
“It’s not funny” wheezed Simon “but at the same time it’s fucking hilarious”
Jim was bent double and choking “this isn’t real laughter, its hysteria” he said,
“I know but who cares, it’s making me feel better”
They laughed until their stomachs hurts and the tears ran from their eyes until eventually they calmed down
“Shall I risk another look” said Jim
“If you like” said Simon “just to check”
Jim peered through the keyhole. Martha wasn’t there. He rubbed his eyes and looked again, no she’d definitely gone
“She’s gone” said Jim
Simon looked worried “it’s worse if we don’t know where she is. Anything could happen to her in that state”
Jim nodded “We should go and make sure she’s ok”
They crept cautiously out of the bathroom. All was quiet.
“Can you see her” hissed Jim
“Nope" said Simon “no sign”
Suddenly
“Jim!!” and Jim was grabbed and dragged into the bedroom
“Oh fuck” Martha was still in her underwear, he closed his eyes. Only problem with that was it made fighting her off difficult as she pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him
“Simon help” he shouted “help, I can’t fight her off, I’ve got my eyes closed”
“So have I”
“Well ....aghh no Martha stop” he added twisting his head as Martha tried to kiss him “well put your hands over your eyes but do something”
Martha was giggling “come on Jim, you know you want to” and the trouble was, he did. He’d always fancied Martha, she was so beautiful with her golden her and lovely eyes and wicked sense of humour, but not like this
“Simon” he yelled again flailing with his arms “help”
“Coming man” Simon ran in one hand over his eyes, the other clutching a duvet. He very quickly opened his eyes and threw it over Martha, rolling her up in it as Jim wriggled out from underneath her.
In the duvet, Martha was yelling and cursing as Simon held onto her legs firmly and Jim tried to get her arms into the duvet
“WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON HERE??”
A loud voice with perfect pronunciation bellowed across the room. They turned. In the door way clutching a suitcase was a tall broad shouldered man in his 60’s who judging by his hair, the same as Ben’s but completely grey and his nose, had to be Ben’s father. Mr Willbond, or more accurately Professor Willbond, cardio thoracic surgeon and professor of cardiology. By his side was a petite woman with Ben’s eyes. His mother, Anna.
Simon groaned, now this would take some explaining.