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booshslashhavenTitle: There For A Reason, Coda
Summary: Two shamen get up to a bit of naughtiness
Rating: R
Warnings: voyeurism
Spoilers: Dennis has an idea
Length: about 1000 words
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, and come on, who would pay me for this stuff? I’m just having a bit of harmless fun here
Notes: is this my corniest plot device ever? Don’t hate me, I’ve still got so much fluff to give...
There For A Reason, Coda
‘Ah, Tony.’ Dennis looks up from his copy of ‘Extreme Sports Model Weekly’ with an expression of mild surprise. ‘You’re back sooner than I expected.’
Tony waves a tentacle in cheery greeting. ‘You know me, Dennis, I operate with awesome efficiency.’
‘It went to plan, then?’
‘It certainly did.’ Tony grins broadly.
‘You’re sure he’ll stay?’ Dennis looks a bit worried. ‘It’ll be hell finding a replacement.’
‘Listen, ’e’s not gonna be goin’ anywhere for the foreseeable. Trust me on that.’
‘You’d better be right. Those boxes didn’t come cheap, especially fitting yours with a transport device as well as the transmitter.’
‘Money well spent.’ Tony hauls himself onto the chair in front of Dennis’s desk. ‘Worked like a charm, quicker’n’ I thought an’ all. The boxes won’t be wasted. Saboo can use his to send in his paperwork. An’ Naboo won’t have thrown his out, they never tidy up in that flat, we can retrieve it an’ reuse the receiver for somethin’ else... Hello? Dennis, are you still with me?’
The Head Shaman’s brow is furrowed with deep thought. ‘So... those two are together now? A couple?’
‘You better believe it. About bleedin’ time, too.’
‘But how...?’
‘Told you. Magic.’
‘I thought it was un-magic. Didn’t you go there to take a spell off Saboo?’
Tony sighs. He must have explained this half a dozen times in the course of putting in his fast-track funding application, but Dennis still doesn’t get it. ‘Not off of Saboo, Dennis you dinlo, it was Naboo I hexed, back when I realised I ’ad no chance wiv ’im meself.’
Dennis’s eyebrows shoot upwards to where his hairline would be if he had one. ‘You were interested in Naboo?’
‘Was. I’m over ’im now.’ Dennis doesn’t need to know that that’s not entirely true. ‘The littlun only ever ’ad eyes for Saboo, when all’s said an’ done.’
‘I had thought I noticed him looking sometimes,’ Dennis says thoughtfully. ‘Although with him it’s always hard to tell... But Saboo always said he didn’t like him.’
‘Course’ e did, ’e was just too far up ’is own arse to admit it, even to himself.’
‘So you hexed Naboo out of jealousy?’
‘No, because I didn’t want ’im to get ’urt.’ Tony sighs. ‘I fixed it so’s ’e wouldn’t make a move unless that tit Saboo called ’is name an’ actually meant it.’
‘Ah.’ Dennis’s brow clears. ‘So today’s manoeuvring was all about getting Saboo to call for him?’
‘Exactly.’
‘And did he?’
‘Oh, yes.’ Tony savours the memory of Saboo, head thrown back and eyes closed, crying out for what he really wanted...
‘But how did you –’
‘You don’t need to know.’ Tony shuffles in his chair; his bits are still pleasantly tender. ‘The point is, it worked, Naboo heard it an’ showed up, an’ I left them to it... I expect they’re in bed by now.’
‘Can’t picture that,’ Dennis murmurs, shaking his head, ‘just can’t picture it...’
Tony has a brainwave.
‘Listen, D-Man, you got a crystal ball in ’ere?’
‘Um, yes, I think so, somewhere...’ Dennis rummages in a drawer. ‘Here we are.’
‘Blimey, that’s an antique, does it still even work?’
Dennis dusts it off with his handkerchief. ‘Of course it does. This older technology’s very reliable...’ He peers into the smeary glass. ‘I don’t seem to be having much luck today though.’
‘Give it ’ere, then.’ Tony focuses his mind on Saboo, tuning the ball to the right frequency, a delicate job. ‘Blimey, it’s still in black an’ white. You really oughta upgrade to one of the new HD wideball models, you know? You get 3-D graphics in some of those, an’ all. This is the best I can do, bit grainy but you’ll get the idea.’
Dennis bends over and looks; his eyes widen. ‘They’re in the bath. Together. Washing each other’s... can you zoom in a bit closer?’
‘That better?’
‘Oh yes. I get the picture now.’ Dennis can’t tear his eyes away.
‘Pity we can’t ’ear ’em as well,’ Tony says.
Dennis licks his lips, his face all flushed. Then he grins. ‘Tony, I have had an idea,’ he declares grandly.
Tony bites back the comment that immediately springs to mind, and watches as Naboo throws his head back, laughing, water dripping from his black hair.
Maybe there will be a way to persuade them into a threeway sometime. You have to be an optimist in this game.
Meanwhile Dennis reaches across his desk and picks up the phone.
‘Hello... Barry? Dennis here. Listen, I’ve got another job for you. Yes, it’s urgent... No, not a delivery. A collection this time.’
Summary: Two shamen get up to a bit of naughtiness
Rating: R
Warnings: voyeurism
Spoilers: Dennis has an idea
Length: about 1000 words
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, and come on, who would pay me for this stuff? I’m just having a bit of harmless fun here
Notes: is this my corniest plot device ever? Don’t hate me, I’ve still got so much fluff to give...
There For A Reason, Coda
‘Ah, Tony.’ Dennis looks up from his copy of ‘Extreme Sports Model Weekly’ with an expression of mild surprise. ‘You’re back sooner than I expected.’
Tony waves a tentacle in cheery greeting. ‘You know me, Dennis, I operate with awesome efficiency.’
‘It went to plan, then?’
‘It certainly did.’ Tony grins broadly.
‘You’re sure he’ll stay?’ Dennis looks a bit worried. ‘It’ll be hell finding a replacement.’
‘Listen, ’e’s not gonna be goin’ anywhere for the foreseeable. Trust me on that.’
‘You’d better be right. Those boxes didn’t come cheap, especially fitting yours with a transport device as well as the transmitter.’
‘Money well spent.’ Tony hauls himself onto the chair in front of Dennis’s desk. ‘Worked like a charm, quicker’n’ I thought an’ all. The boxes won’t be wasted. Saboo can use his to send in his paperwork. An’ Naboo won’t have thrown his out, they never tidy up in that flat, we can retrieve it an’ reuse the receiver for somethin’ else... Hello? Dennis, are you still with me?’
The Head Shaman’s brow is furrowed with deep thought. ‘So... those two are together now? A couple?’
‘You better believe it. About bleedin’ time, too.’
‘But how...?’
‘Told you. Magic.’
‘I thought it was un-magic. Didn’t you go there to take a spell off Saboo?’
Tony sighs. He must have explained this half a dozen times in the course of putting in his fast-track funding application, but Dennis still doesn’t get it. ‘Not off of Saboo, Dennis you dinlo, it was Naboo I hexed, back when I realised I ’ad no chance wiv ’im meself.’
Dennis’s eyebrows shoot upwards to where his hairline would be if he had one. ‘You were interested in Naboo?’
‘Was. I’m over ’im now.’ Dennis doesn’t need to know that that’s not entirely true. ‘The littlun only ever ’ad eyes for Saboo, when all’s said an’ done.’
‘I had thought I noticed him looking sometimes,’ Dennis says thoughtfully. ‘Although with him it’s always hard to tell... But Saboo always said he didn’t like him.’
‘Course’ e did, ’e was just too far up ’is own arse to admit it, even to himself.’
‘So you hexed Naboo out of jealousy?’
‘No, because I didn’t want ’im to get ’urt.’ Tony sighs. ‘I fixed it so’s ’e wouldn’t make a move unless that tit Saboo called ’is name an’ actually meant it.’
‘Ah.’ Dennis’s brow clears. ‘So today’s manoeuvring was all about getting Saboo to call for him?’
‘Exactly.’
‘And did he?’
‘Oh, yes.’ Tony savours the memory of Saboo, head thrown back and eyes closed, crying out for what he really wanted...
‘But how did you –’
‘You don’t need to know.’ Tony shuffles in his chair; his bits are still pleasantly tender. ‘The point is, it worked, Naboo heard it an’ showed up, an’ I left them to it... I expect they’re in bed by now.’
‘Can’t picture that,’ Dennis murmurs, shaking his head, ‘just can’t picture it...’
Tony has a brainwave.
‘Listen, D-Man, you got a crystal ball in ’ere?’
‘Um, yes, I think so, somewhere...’ Dennis rummages in a drawer. ‘Here we are.’
‘Blimey, that’s an antique, does it still even work?’
Dennis dusts it off with his handkerchief. ‘Of course it does. This older technology’s very reliable...’ He peers into the smeary glass. ‘I don’t seem to be having much luck today though.’
‘Give it ’ere, then.’ Tony focuses his mind on Saboo, tuning the ball to the right frequency, a delicate job. ‘Blimey, it’s still in black an’ white. You really oughta upgrade to one of the new HD wideball models, you know? You get 3-D graphics in some of those, an’ all. This is the best I can do, bit grainy but you’ll get the idea.’
Dennis bends over and looks; his eyes widen. ‘They’re in the bath. Together. Washing each other’s... can you zoom in a bit closer?’
‘That better?’
‘Oh yes. I get the picture now.’ Dennis can’t tear his eyes away.
‘Pity we can’t ’ear ’em as well,’ Tony says.
Dennis licks his lips, his face all flushed. Then he grins. ‘Tony, I have had an idea,’ he declares grandly.
Tony bites back the comment that immediately springs to mind, and watches as Naboo throws his head back, laughing, water dripping from his black hair.
Maybe there will be a way to persuade them into a threeway sometime. You have to be an optimist in this game.
Meanwhile Dennis reaches across his desk and picks up the phone.
‘Hello... Barry? Dennis here. Listen, I’ve got another job for you. Yes, it’s urgent... No, not a delivery. A collection this time.’
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