Title: Whose Lips?
Author: Tauna me@blktauna.com
Genre: The Professionals
Rating: [PG-13]
Summary: an interlude
Whose Lips? [B/D, PG-13] by Tauna
Bodie wandered into the rest room looking for a cup of
tea to wake him up. He was still smiling with the
memory of the previous night's activities when
Murphy's lilting tones assailed his ears.
"Bodie my son, isn't it a bit hot out for a roll
neck?"
Bodie glared at Murphy. He picked at his collar and
sighed. It was indeed a bit hot for a roll neck. He
sighed again and poured himself a cup.
"Well, I guess the cat's out of the bag."
Bodie tried to look distraught. He failed. Murphy
laughed and hovered over Bodie. He pulled at the neck
fabric and peered down. An interesting array of
bite marks adorned Bodie's throat.
"Looks more like the bird's out of the bag. Cor, mate,
she's a raver!"
Bodie smiled at the envy in Murphy's eyes.
"Definitely a raver."
Bodie's look was smug and satisfied. Murphy shifted
closer, his voice hushed.
"Tell me more, tell me more."
"What's to tell, Murph?"
"Her name, her number?"
Bodie chuckled. He perched on the edge of the rest
room table and thought for a moment.
"Nah, Murph. I don't think you could handle it."
Murphy's interest was now piqued. He leaned forward
and poked Bodie on the arm.
"C'mon, mate. Share the wealth. What color hair, et
cetera, et cetera..."
Bodie smiled. He clapped his hands together and rubbed
them gleefully.
"Auburn," he purred. "Ooooohhh and the rest... green
eyes, great figure,'blow job lips'..."
Murphy groaned and flopped down onto the sofa. Bodie
wiggled his eyebrows provocatively and leered at
Murphy.
"Blow job lips?" Murphy's eyebrows twisted at the
possibility inherent in those words.
"Yank term. Inviting and lush. Most applicable in this
case..." Bodie's voice trailed off as his partner
chose that moment to sashay into the room.
"What's all this about 'blow job lips'?"
Doyle scanned the room's occupants and braced for
trouble. Murphy looked excited and Bodie was leering.
"Bodie here was just tellin me about the little raver
who marked him up."
Doyle sucked in his full lower lip and gave Bodie an
amused look. He wandered closer and stood over his
partner. He slid a finger into Bodie's collar and
pulled it out.
"Marked up, eh?"
Doyle made sure his hair tickled Bodie's nose as he
stuck his head in for a look.
"Mm mm, Bodie my lad. Those are some marks."
Doyle winked at Murphy. He nodded sagely and took a
swig of Bodie's tea.
"You know who it is, don't you, Ray?"
Doyle pursed his lips and nodded.
"And you aren't going to tell, are you?"
They both sucked in their bottom lips and shook their
heads.
"You two are right bastards. You know that don't you."
Murphy glared at the both of them. They both smiled
angelically. Murphy snorted.
"Right, lads. I'll remember that the next time you try
to poach one of my birds. I'm off."
Murphy stalked out in a semi-mock huff. Bodie giggled
as Doyle belted him.
"'Blow job lips'! You bastard!"
"Watch it, mate! You'll spill me tea."
Bodie took another swig from the cup as he eyed Doyle.
"So, should I share the name of this amazing raver
with Murphy?"
Bodie's tea splashed against the wall as Doyle threw
himself at Bodie's neck. Several seconds of animated
tussling were interrupted by Murphy's head reappearing
in the doorway.
"Oi, you two. Stop fighting over the bird. Cowley
wants you."
Bodie detached himself from Doyle's grasp and stepped
away to straighten his jacket. He could barely contain
the grin that was threatening to take over his face.
Doyle didn't bother to straighten his clothes. He
simply glared at Bodie who could not stop himself from
making one final comment.
"You do have 'em, you know. Blow job lips..."
Bodie bolted out of the room with a roaring Doyle fast
on his heels.
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end 2002
Author: Tauna me@blktauna.com
Genre: The Professionals
Rating: [PG-13]
Summary: an interlude
Whose Lips? [B/D, PG-13] by Tauna
Bodie wandered into the rest room looking for a cup of
tea to wake him up. He was still smiling with the
memory of the previous night's activities when
Murphy's lilting tones assailed his ears.
"Bodie my son, isn't it a bit hot out for a roll
neck?"
Bodie glared at Murphy. He picked at his collar and
sighed. It was indeed a bit hot for a roll neck. He
sighed again and poured himself a cup.
"Well, I guess the cat's out of the bag."
Bodie tried to look distraught. He failed. Murphy
laughed and hovered over Bodie. He pulled at the neck
fabric and peered down. An interesting array of
bite marks adorned Bodie's throat.
"Looks more like the bird's out of the bag. Cor, mate,
she's a raver!"
Bodie smiled at the envy in Murphy's eyes.
"Definitely a raver."
Bodie's look was smug and satisfied. Murphy shifted
closer, his voice hushed.
"Tell me more, tell me more."
"What's to tell, Murph?"
"Her name, her number?"
Bodie chuckled. He perched on the edge of the rest
room table and thought for a moment.
"Nah, Murph. I don't think you could handle it."
Murphy's interest was now piqued. He leaned forward
and poked Bodie on the arm.
"C'mon, mate. Share the wealth. What color hair, et
cetera, et cetera..."
Bodie smiled. He clapped his hands together and rubbed
them gleefully.
"Auburn," he purred. "Ooooohhh and the rest... green
eyes, great figure,'blow job lips'..."
Murphy groaned and flopped down onto the sofa. Bodie
wiggled his eyebrows provocatively and leered at
Murphy.
"Blow job lips?" Murphy's eyebrows twisted at the
possibility inherent in those words.
"Yank term. Inviting and lush. Most applicable in this
case..." Bodie's voice trailed off as his partner
chose that moment to sashay into the room.
"What's all this about 'blow job lips'?"
Doyle scanned the room's occupants and braced for
trouble. Murphy looked excited and Bodie was leering.
"Bodie here was just tellin me about the little raver
who marked him up."
Doyle sucked in his full lower lip and gave Bodie an
amused look. He wandered closer and stood over his
partner. He slid a finger into Bodie's collar and
pulled it out.
"Marked up, eh?"
Doyle made sure his hair tickled Bodie's nose as he
stuck his head in for a look.
"Mm mm, Bodie my lad. Those are some marks."
Doyle winked at Murphy. He nodded sagely and took a
swig of Bodie's tea.
"You know who it is, don't you, Ray?"
Doyle pursed his lips and nodded.
"And you aren't going to tell, are you?"
They both sucked in their bottom lips and shook their
heads.
"You two are right bastards. You know that don't you."
Murphy glared at the both of them. They both smiled
angelically. Murphy snorted.
"Right, lads. I'll remember that the next time you try
to poach one of my birds. I'm off."
Murphy stalked out in a semi-mock huff. Bodie giggled
as Doyle belted him.
"'Blow job lips'! You bastard!"
"Watch it, mate! You'll spill me tea."
Bodie took another swig from the cup as he eyed Doyle.
"So, should I share the name of this amazing raver
with Murphy?"
Bodie's tea splashed against the wall as Doyle threw
himself at Bodie's neck. Several seconds of animated
tussling were interrupted by Murphy's head reappearing
in the doorway.
"Oi, you two. Stop fighting over the bird. Cowley
wants you."
Bodie detached himself from Doyle's grasp and stepped
away to straighten his jacket. He could barely contain
the grin that was threatening to take over his face.
Doyle didn't bother to straighten his clothes. He
simply glared at Bodie who could not stop himself from
making one final comment.
"You do have 'em, you know. Blow job lips..."
Bodie bolted out of the room with a roaring Doyle fast
on his heels.
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end 2002