*grins* Vampires on a Plane!1 It had to be written ;)
I'll just toss you a few snipplets here. It's in need of editing before I show anyone save my partner in crime...
And just to warn you, this is pure Warsaw Herbert and Alfred. Completely.
Bending to peer under the bed, his hands on his thighs, Herbert sighed with the patience of a saint. “Now, darling, you really are being quite silly about this.” He reached to tug the blanket aside and there was a hiss from under the bed.
Something clattered out from under the bed, bouncing over his boots and Herbert raised a brow.
“Darling,” he said amiably, flipping the blanket over the bed. “The more you throw at me, the more room you leave under there for me to join you...”
Another hiss resounded and there was the scuffle of someone trying to move very quickly in a very confining space. With a chuckle, Herbert hopped up onto the bed, walking across the covers to the opposite side.
Peering over the edge, he saw the determined trouser-covered backside shuffling out awkwardly, upraised towards the admiring heavens.
Oh, how was he to resist?
Kneeling quickly, he bent and bit the firm little backside through the rough fabric.
The hiss was replaced by a squeal and with a speed that caught Herbert quite by surprise, the squirming little body slid back under the bed. In an instant, the small, dark-haired figure scrambled out from beneath the opposite side of the bed and was fleeing towards the door.
His lips twitching, Herbert swung his legs off the bed and rose. Smoothing his shirt with one hand, he strolled around the end of the bed. The door slammed closed and he heard something rattling and crashing beyond it, something heavy falling against the thick panel of wood.
One arm crossed over his waist, the hand of the other touching his lips to smother a chuckle, Herbert walked towards the door. He could hear the determined sounds of a barricade being built on the other side to prevent him escaping.
A pity that in his haste, Alfred had not noticed a rather important detail. Herbert waited until there was silence, then caught the heavy handle of the door, twisting it and stepping back swiftly. The door opened inwards. The barricade to stop it opening collapsed in the same direction. And across the ruins of his barrier, a helmet still clutched in his hands, Alfred’s eyes went round.
Clicking his tongue, Herbert shook his head with a smile. “Oh, darling...”
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Date: 2006-07-01 08:53 pm (UTC)I'll just toss you a few snipplets here. It's in need of editing before I show anyone save my partner in crime...
And just to warn you, this is pure Warsaw Herbert and Alfred. Completely.
Bending to peer under the bed, his hands on his thighs, Herbert sighed with the patience of a saint. “Now, darling, you really are being quite silly about this.” He reached to tug the blanket aside and there was a hiss from under the bed.
Something clattered out from under the bed, bouncing over his boots and Herbert raised a brow.
“Darling,” he said amiably, flipping the blanket over the bed. “The more you throw at me, the more room you leave under there for me to join you...”
Another hiss resounded and there was the scuffle of someone trying to move very quickly in a very confining space. With a chuckle, Herbert hopped up onto the bed, walking across the covers to the opposite side.
Peering over the edge, he saw the determined trouser-covered backside shuffling out awkwardly, upraised towards the admiring heavens.
Oh, how was he to resist?
Kneeling quickly, he bent and bit the firm little backside through the rough fabric.
The hiss was replaced by a squeal and with a speed that caught Herbert quite by surprise, the squirming little body slid back under the bed. In an instant, the small, dark-haired figure scrambled out from beneath the opposite side of the bed and was fleeing towards the door.
His lips twitching, Herbert swung his legs off the bed and rose. Smoothing his shirt with one hand, he strolled around the end of the bed. The door slammed closed and he heard something rattling and crashing beyond it, something heavy falling against the thick panel of wood.
One arm crossed over his waist, the hand of the other touching his lips to smother a chuckle, Herbert walked towards the door. He could hear the determined sounds of a barricade being built on the other side to prevent him escaping.
A pity that in his haste, Alfred had not noticed a rather important detail.
Herbert waited until there was silence, then caught the heavy handle of the door, twisting it and stepping back swiftly. The door opened inwards. The barricade to stop it opening collapsed in the same direction. And across the ruins of his barrier, a helmet still clutched in his hands, Alfred’s eyes went round.
Clicking his tongue, Herbert shook his head with a smile. “Oh, darling...”