Drabble, Comfort and Joy, Lester/Lyle, 12
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Title : Comfort and Joy
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 12
Characters : Lester/Lyle
Disclaimer : Not mine (except Lyle), no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Written for
primeval100 challenge 670, Aches and Pains
“Did I mention I was in pain?”
“Yes, cherub. Once every five minutes for the last 29.”
Lyle swung his legs up onto the black leather sofa in Lester’s office without talking off his filthy boots.
“We could do with one of those spiky-tailed fuckers next time there’s a crush at the bar in the Black Swan.”
“The spikes mostly missed you, dear boy.”
“My bullets mostly did no fucking good.”
“I gather the resulting ricochets nearly took Cutter’s eye out.”
“He exaggerated.”
“So do you, light of my life.”
Lyle rolled his eyes. He was losing, he could tell.
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 12
Characters : Lester/Lyle
Disclaimer : Not mine (except Lyle), no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : Written for
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“Did I mention I was in pain?”
“Yes, cherub. Once every five minutes for the last 29.”
Lyle swung his legs up onto the black leather sofa in Lester’s office without talking off his filthy boots.
“We could do with one of those spiky-tailed fuckers next time there’s a crush at the bar in the Black Swan.”
“The spikes mostly missed you, dear boy.”
“My bullets mostly did no fucking good.”
“I gather the resulting ricochets nearly took Cutter’s eye out.”
“He exaggerated.”
“So do you, light of my life.”
Lyle rolled his eyes. He was losing, he could tell.