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Febuwhump day 9: Bees
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Today was a stressful day, so I think we need another of the fun/fluffy fills.
Day 9: Bees
Algy/Ginger-ish, 200 wds
"Mud is a time-honored cure for bee stings."
"Says the man who isn't going to be covered with it," Algy growled, but stretched out, wincing, on the damp vegetation beside the mud pit and allowed Biggles and Ginger to plaster mud on his stinging back and neck.
While Biggles went off to check on the Vandal, Ginger crouched beside him and said, "Do you need any mud on your face?"
Algy snorted. "If you were Biggles, I'd expect a crack about how the mud would only improve matters."
Ginger laughed. "I would say that, but only when you aren't covered with bee stings."
Oddly touched, Algy rolled on his side and turned his head. He closed his eyes as Ginger's deft fingers spread mud across his neck and cheek, where the stings were coming up in sharp prickles.
"Does it help?" Ginger asked curiously, resting a hand lightly on an unstung part of his shoulder.
"Yes," Algy muttered. He could already feel the fierce prickling along his back fading under the cool damp of the mud. "But don't tell Biggles. No need to let him have the satisfaction. Also," he added with a certain amount of smugness, "I am absolutely planning to fly home covered in mud. If Biggles wants to complain about me getting mud all over the seats, I intend to point out that it's medicinal."
Today was a stressful day, so I think we need another of the fun/fluffy fills.
Day 9: Bees
Algy/Ginger-ish, 200 wds
"Mud is a time-honored cure for bee stings."
"Says the man who isn't going to be covered with it," Algy growled, but stretched out, wincing, on the damp vegetation beside the mud pit and allowed Biggles and Ginger to plaster mud on his stinging back and neck.
While Biggles went off to check on the Vandal, Ginger crouched beside him and said, "Do you need any mud on your face?"
Algy snorted. "If you were Biggles, I'd expect a crack about how the mud would only improve matters."
Ginger laughed. "I would say that, but only when you aren't covered with bee stings."
Oddly touched, Algy rolled on his side and turned his head. He closed his eyes as Ginger's deft fingers spread mud across his neck and cheek, where the stings were coming up in sharp prickles.
"Does it help?" Ginger asked curiously, resting a hand lightly on an unstung part of his shoulder.
"Yes," Algy muttered. He could already feel the fierce prickling along his back fading under the cool damp of the mud. "But don't tell Biggles. No need to let him have the satisfaction. Also," he added with a certain amount of smugness, "I am absolutely planning to fly home covered in mud. If Biggles wants to complain about me getting mud all over the seats, I intend to point out that it's medicinal."
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Ginger clearly has a healing touch, if Algy can plot mischief while all this is still going on. :D
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This is adorable, and of course Algy's going to take his revenge by shedding mud all over the Vandal :D
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