The wonderful 'Of Sunshine and Cemetaries' by your own good self.*g* I just adore this tale of the lads in France. You can just *feel* that summer promise from the very beginnning..
Yeah, thought Doyle, breathing in the scent of hot earth and dry grass and suntan oil, all that was left to make it a perfect day was the lazy love. He turned away from the country view, surveyed instead his partner, propped up against the smooth bark of a... an elm, Doyle thought vaguely. Bodie's legs stretched out in front of him, clad for once in blue jeans, his white cotton shirt untucked and loose. The history book he'd been reading had fallen to one side, fingers still holding it lightly, and Bodie's eyes were shut. He managed to look dishevelled and elegant at the same time.
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Date: 2007-06-24 05:02 pm (UTC)Yeah, thought Doyle, breathing in the scent of hot earth and dry grass and suntan oil, all that was left to make it a perfect day was the lazy love. He turned away from the country view, surveyed instead his partner, propped up against the smooth bark of a... an elm, Doyle thought vaguely. Bodie's legs stretched out in front of him, clad for once in blue jeans, his white cotton shirt untucked and loose. The history book he'd been reading had fallen to one side, fingers still holding it lightly, and Bodie's eyes were shut. He managed to look dishevelled and elegant at the same time.