Bee Dunstan (cau_dunstan) wrote in causatum_rpg, @ 2008-03-08 04:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | & private residence, * march 1999, boston dunstan, miles bletchley, ~ complete |
RP: Would You Kindly
Date:8 March 1999 (early morning)
Characters: Miles Bletchley, Bee Dunstan
Location: Bletchley Park
Private/Public: Private
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: nudity, slight voyeurism, boy on boy kissing (wee!)
Summary: Bee gets an eyeful and privy to a secret.
Why did she constantly find the need to date? As in a serious, long-term (for her) relationship? It closed off her options! Next time a suave, sophisticated man tried to pursue her she'd just have to remember the moments such as the one she was about to embark on; and, of course, the lovely flirting she got to make up in pubs and clubs. Hard to do when you had a man like Edwin Savage breathing down your neck so much. He still gave her bad chills.
However, she pushed that aside. Nothing would ruin this morning. Nothing. She refused to let it. Terence was her favorite morning wake up, as she usually got a lovely orgasm for breakfast (or at the very least, a glimpse of his face mid-coital); but today she was in an all together different mood. Miles was her cuddler (not that she would ever tell him that, break his manly pride) and after seeing him at the pub, speaking with both he and Daphne, she realized how much she'd missed him.
Slipping in, she was surprised not to feel the spells normally on the house but shook it off, perhaps he'd been late coming in the night before and forgot to put them up- instead she fought off on her normal slight gawking of his home. No matter how many times she came, she still loved to look; it was just much to pretty, however, she did have a goal...
Tossing her hair, teasing it as she always tended to do, she didn't bother knocking on his door- that would only spoil the surprise, after all- only.... Miles was not alone in his bed. Another visitor seemed to have come in the night (or was working on it right then...), her mismatched eyes widening, Bee bit her lip and tried not to gasp, a slight hand coming up to cover her mouth. The gentleman with the rather erect hard-on had a fantastic bum (and oh, he was mostly definitely kissing Miles Bletchley; but fantastic bum!)