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Entry tags:
The Professionals, Fanfiction
Title: Bodie's Problem
Fandom: The Professionals
Rating: Teen and up
Word Count: 200
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Summary: Bodie and Doyle's hotel room only has one bed and Bodie isn't happy
"Cowley didn't say anything about there only being one bed," Bodie muttered as he stood and surveyed the tiny hotel room with a critical eye. "And I really hope there are no fires downstairs because we'll be cooked if there are."
"Get in will you." Doyle shoved Bodie as gently as he could into the room. "It's not all bad you know."
"Really?" Bodie's eyebrows rose. "Because I've just dragged a case full of guns up six flights of stairs. I was hoping for something a bit more palatial."
"Hark at you." Doyle put his own bag on the floor by the bed, one stride took him to the window. "The view's perfect."
"And the bed?" Bodie grumbled unwilling to let go of this particular bone of contention.
Doyle toed off his shoes and stretched out on the bed, his head pillowed on his arms. "Feels alright."
"One bed."
"You mentioned that a few times now, mate. You know I don't mind sharing. Shared enough times in the past haven't we?" Doyle asked.
"Yeah," Bodie said. He turned to look at Doyle and rubbed a hand through his hair. "It's just... where are we going to put all our things?"
Fandom: The Professionals
Rating: Teen and up
Word Count: 200
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Summary: Bodie and Doyle's hotel room only has one bed and Bodie isn't happy
"Cowley didn't say anything about there only being one bed," Bodie muttered as he stood and surveyed the tiny hotel room with a critical eye. "And I really hope there are no fires downstairs because we'll be cooked if there are."
"Get in will you." Doyle shoved Bodie as gently as he could into the room. "It's not all bad you know."
"Really?" Bodie's eyebrows rose. "Because I've just dragged a case full of guns up six flights of stairs. I was hoping for something a bit more palatial."
"Hark at you." Doyle put his own bag on the floor by the bed, one stride took him to the window. "The view's perfect."
"And the bed?" Bodie grumbled unwilling to let go of this particular bone of contention.
Doyle toed off his shoes and stretched out on the bed, his head pillowed on his arms. "Feels alright."
"One bed."
"You mentioned that a few times now, mate. You know I don't mind sharing. Shared enough times in the past haven't we?" Doyle asked.
"Yeah," Bodie said. He turned to look at Doyle and rubbed a hand through his hair. "It's just... where are we going to put all our things?"
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