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Ohoho, that was an awesome day! After attending to certain matters, I met up with a friend for coffee, then as he left for work, I met up with another friend and we scouted the new mall that opened in Aberdeen over the weekend. :D They have Paperchase and Nando's! :D As we were leaving to go to the beach to watch the fireworks we met another mutual friend and so went there altogether. And then we decided on the spur of the moment to go to my favourite French restaurant, where we had amazing wine and snails and duck and absolutely gorgeous tarte tatin. *sighs, is content and warm and happy*

Oh, and I actually remembered I have written a Sharpe/Welly fic recently. It is somewhat cracky, but I had fun. :3

Title: "Drunk"
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairing: Sharpe/Wellington.

‘I am not drunk!’ Snapped Arthur angrily and directed a glare at Sharpe, who was looming over him for some reason.

‘Of course not, sir. Now, if you could keep it down a little, I’ll have you home in no time,’ Sharpe bent over and hauled Arthur to his feet. Arthur immediately sprawled all over him, which at least made a change from him being sprawled on the ground.

‘I’m not drunk,’ he hissed emphatically into Sharpe’s ear. His voice was firm enough and he was definitely not slurring his words, but the fact that he all but purred, when Sharpe tried to pull him into a more respectable pose and his hand slipped, accidentally brushing against Arthur’s ass, was a dead giveaway. Sober Generals don’t purr.

‘Generals don’t purr at all. What is wrong with you, man?’ Sharpe really had to watch his mouth. Especially, when Arthur’s face was this close to his and his scandalized expression was so strangely seductive. Sharpe grunted and tightened his hold on Arthur’s waist.

They managed to get to the headquarters and Arthur’s bedroom without any problems. Perhaps, because Arthur had foregone the option of actually trying to walk for the option of clinging to and practically hanging off Sharpe most of the way. They did meet Lawford in the corridor, who stopped in his tracks and stared incredulously at the tableau they presented, but judging by the thoughts that flitted across his face when Arthur giggled, the young Colonel was going to convince himself it was all a bad dream.

‘Whatever they drink at these balls, I want some,’ muttered Sharpe to himself as he navigated the way across the dark bedroom. Arthur snorted.

‘I was not aware you are so keen on getting a taste of high society living, Sharpe.’ It was simply criminal that anyone could put quite this much amount of suggestion into this phrase. Sharpe grunted again, seeking safety in silence and manhandled Arthur onto the bed. He misjudged the strength of Arthur’s hold on him and fell, breath rushing out of him as he landed onto the slim body, pressing it into the soft mattress.

Sharpe placed his hands on either side of Arthur and tried to lift himself off, steadily ignoring the mischievous sparkle in the man’s eyes. He stopped abruptly. There was a hand on his crotch, insistently “persuading” his member to stiffness.

‘S-sir?’ Mumbled Sharpe suspended on his arms several inches above Arthur. ‘What are you...?’ Arthur’s thumb found the tip of his cock through the cloth and brushed against it several times. Sharpe gasped and lowered himself, breathing heavily against Arthur’s ear.

‘Mmm, your cock feels nice as I knew it would... I wager it tastes even better,’ murmured Arthur and Sharpe moaned at the words. Arthur turned and licked his ear lasciviously. He wasn’t drunk. Not. At. All.

Arthur slipped his hands inside Sharpe’s trousers and then their movements became heated and wild, hands ripping off clothing, fingers slipping over sweaty skin, scratching, caressing and probing. Somehow, Sharpe couldn’t remember clearly through the haze of lust and arousal, Arthur ended up on top of him, Sharpe’s cock sheathed in the tight silken heat of his arse and his hands doing obscene things with Arthur’s nipples and cock.

All too soon they lay spent and sated in a tangle of tired bodies.

‘It’s a damn shame that I am drunk,’ said Arthur yawning, adding before Sharpe’s heart could plummet. ‘We could have made such good use of this night.’

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I am so glad you posted this.*g* And I laughed out loud at "Sober Generals don’t purr." Oh, poor Lawford is going to have nightmares...

:D I am so happy u liked it. I think generals_best is using that phrase as a signature on a forum. XD And, God, I always do evil things to Lawford, don't I? :3

Everybody does; Lawford is just there to be abused.*g*

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That sounded very wrong, didn't it?

And yet so right... XD

This is such fun!

^_^ Glad you liked it! They r always fun to play with. :3