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Correspondence (a little pressie for Loz!)

Posted on 2011.12.19 at 12:57
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Happy birthday lozenger8!!!

Have a little fic-ette in celebration. It's Sam/Gene, just a little bit of silliness, but I can't do all these annotated pics and sparkly text that everyone else seems so adept at, so (like the Little Drummer Boy, aaah!) I offer what I can.

Hope you have a wonderful day.

Dearest Darling Dorothy,

Right-o. You want to be wooed. (And what kind of girly pouffy word is ‘wooed’ when it’s at home, any road?) Here you go, one love letter.

Kissy kissy mush mush bollocks.

Fancy a curry tonight? I’ll suck you off after if you’re very good

Don’t say I never give you anything.

Gene xxxxxxxxx



In respect of your last correspondence, I would like to draw your attention to the following points:

• I didn’t say ‘wooed’, you said 'wooed'. I simply suggested that a bit of romance might be nice once in a while, just as a change from the insults and violence that pass as a mating ritual in your Neanderthal world. And trust me, I’m already regretting having said anything.
• You know what you can do with your kissy kissy shit, don’t you? Or would you like me to elucidate?
• Curry sounds like a plan. Oh, I’m very very good, and I’ll be holding you to that offer

Yours faithfully

DI Tyler
Ps What the fuck was that god-awful smell?



All right, no need to get snippy. I’ll have you know I’m famous for my romantic chat-up patter. It goes: a) Nice tits, love. b) Fancy a drink? (Sometimes these work best the other way round, God knows why, mystifying birds are sometimes). C) Get your knickers off.

That do for you? Course, your tits aren’t up to much, but your arse isn’t too bad if that helps.

Scuse me, that was no god awful smell, that was a bit of Paco Rabanne that I nicked from Litton’s office. Thought these French letters were supposed to be scented.

I’m a man of my word, as you know, Sammy-boy. Would you like me to oblige before or after I bend you over?

All my love
The Gene Genie



Before, I’d say. If you’re true to form you’ll be snoring five seconds after.

Now I really need to get some work done, even if you’ve got nothing on beyond munching biscuits and reading the paper, so pack it in. Ray’s started winking at me every time a ‘memo’ comes through, and frankly that’s disturbing.

See you later,


Ps Your romantic technique is definitely improving. We’ll make a New Man of you yet! ♥


lozenger8 at 2011-12-19 21:45 (UTC) (Link)
♥ ♥ ♥

I love this, thank you so much :D
I, being poor, have only my dreams.
bistokids at 2011-12-20 00:34 (UTC) (Link)
You're welcome - hope you had an awesome day. *hugs*

(Also, hey, I wrote something! Not Shakespeare, granted, but it's a start. You are my muse! :D )
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