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July Break Bingo: Fooling Around in the Car
I was bound to get around to this one eventually.
(Also, thank you SO MUCH to everyone for the lovely birthday greetings! <3333 I've been wrapping up some delayed projects and probably won't have a chance to reply to everyone, but I loved reading all of them. You are wonderful. ♥)
Prompt: Fooling Around in the Car
400 words, Biggles/von Stalhein (+ a very annoyed Algy)
"Gaskin's team and the local constable are on their way, what?" Bertie declared, coming back from the general direction of the row of village shops where he had gone in search of a phone. "Where are Biggles and jolly old Erich?"
Algy turned from taking photos of the crime scene from which their jewel thieves had, quite literally, flown the coop—a boarded-up warehouse that had been in use as a makeshift hangar. "Biggles went back to the Bentley for something or other, and I have no idea where von Stalhein got off to, although I hope he's with Ginger, no sense in him wandering around unsupervised." Glimpsing Ginger some ways off, and very evidently alone, an even worse suspicion occurred to him. "On second thought, perhaps I'd better go find Biggles, you do this," he said, shoving the camera into Bertie's hands.
The Bentley was parked around the corner, and just as Algy arrived, Biggles and von Stalhein decamped in some haste from opposite sides of the backseat, slamming the doors. Biggles looked ruffled and flushed, with his hair mussed. Von Stalhein was put together as usual, except for two points of color high on his cheeks and the fact that he was hastily straightening his jacket.
"Oh, God," Algy said. "We're going to have to get the car cleaned immediately."
"No need for that, I have no idea what you're talking about," Biggles said quickly, tugging his collar back into alignment.
Von Stalhein, despite his usual unruffled demeanor, wore a look like the cat that's swallowed the cream (no, no, NO, bad thought, Algy's brain was officially on notice). He reached over to flick Biggles's mussed hair behind his ear, a quick casual movement as he looked straight at Algy and said, "A cleaning is probably in order."
"Erich! Don't—don't encourage him, there was absolutely nothing, nothing to see here," Biggles said, his flush spreading down his neck. "We were consulting on the case, that's all."
"Is that what you're calling it now? I hope you at least found what you were looking for," he added, and then regretted his words immediately at the quick flicker of Biggles's smile, as playful as Algy had ever seen it.
"Oh, I did."
"Deep cleaned," Algy muttered, following them back toward the crime scene and pointedly ignoring the way that their hands brushed before they stepped apart to a professional distance—and, just as much, ignoring what it meant that they didn't mind him seeing it. "Steam cleaned. Actually, there's no fixing it, none."
(Also, thank you SO MUCH to everyone for the lovely birthday greetings! <3333 I've been wrapping up some delayed projects and probably won't have a chance to reply to everyone, but I loved reading all of them. You are wonderful. ♥)
Prompt: Fooling Around in the Car
400 words, Biggles/von Stalhein (+ a very annoyed Algy)
"Gaskin's team and the local constable are on their way, what?" Bertie declared, coming back from the general direction of the row of village shops where he had gone in search of a phone. "Where are Biggles and jolly old Erich?"
Algy turned from taking photos of the crime scene from which their jewel thieves had, quite literally, flown the coop—a boarded-up warehouse that had been in use as a makeshift hangar. "Biggles went back to the Bentley for something or other, and I have no idea where von Stalhein got off to, although I hope he's with Ginger, no sense in him wandering around unsupervised." Glimpsing Ginger some ways off, and very evidently alone, an even worse suspicion occurred to him. "On second thought, perhaps I'd better go find Biggles, you do this," he said, shoving the camera into Bertie's hands.
The Bentley was parked around the corner, and just as Algy arrived, Biggles and von Stalhein decamped in some haste from opposite sides of the backseat, slamming the doors. Biggles looked ruffled and flushed, with his hair mussed. Von Stalhein was put together as usual, except for two points of color high on his cheeks and the fact that he was hastily straightening his jacket.
"Oh, God," Algy said. "We're going to have to get the car cleaned immediately."
"No need for that, I have no idea what you're talking about," Biggles said quickly, tugging his collar back into alignment.
Von Stalhein, despite his usual unruffled demeanor, wore a look like the cat that's swallowed the cream (no, no, NO, bad thought, Algy's brain was officially on notice). He reached over to flick Biggles's mussed hair behind his ear, a quick casual movement as he looked straight at Algy and said, "A cleaning is probably in order."
"Erich! Don't—don't encourage him, there was absolutely nothing, nothing to see here," Biggles said, his flush spreading down his neck. "We were consulting on the case, that's all."
"Is that what you're calling it now? I hope you at least found what you were looking for," he added, and then regretted his words immediately at the quick flicker of Biggles's smile, as playful as Algy had ever seen it.
"Oh, I did."
"Deep cleaned," Algy muttered, following them back toward the crime scene and pointedly ignoring the way that their hands brushed before they stepped apart to a professional distance—and, just as much, ignoring what it meant that they didn't mind him seeing it. "Steam cleaned. Actually, there's no fixing it, none."
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(Thank you!! <3)
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Biggles and Erich did find what they were looking for, of course <333
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Poor Algy, brain bleach is definitely in order, my deepest sympathies!
Very cute ficlet <333
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