Beggars
Author: wanderingsmith
Started January 2023
Summary: A small meadow, somewhere in northern France
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I ain't got no money, and nobody'd be daft
enough to pay me for this. As it is thought, so let it be said; you make
the toys, I play with 'em.
strolling through my long scrap file for tidbits for smiles
Just having fun. No story strictly attached in my head (yet...).
Though I suppose it could be in the 'verse of Millriver, or Nightmare, Petrol, Pinch...
"You may be wondering what I am doing sunning myself as though I were in
Cannes, when there is a war on. I will tell you. I have plead overwrought
nerves due to Michelle of the Résistance's schemes, and have run away from
all the caffafle at the café. And I intend to take advantage of this to
indulge in some 'anky panky in this little glade. I am just waiting for my
companion."
Arms wrap around him from behind, hands slipping to his trouser buttons
without hesitation as smiling lips touch his ear.
"Well hello there. Are you waiting for someone, young man?"
"Umm, a handsome young stud."
"Will you settle for a long in the tooth German lieutenant?"
"Are you in the tank corps at least?"
"Indeed I am."
"Well. I could be convinced. Beggars cannot be choosers."
"Umm, you do beg beautifully."
He did find himself begging. Eventually silence returned to the clearing.
"You may be surprised at my choice of companions- oh! And I will thank you
to stop ogling him; ‘e is not one of the girls at the café, after all! Well,
you obviously can see quite well that ‘e is not a girl."
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