Trapped between scientists and security again. Polly moved away from Major Rathbone, but not swiftly enough. He really didn’t seem to take a snub and she was expert at administering them. It was disturbing.
“Oh, do excuse me,” she gasped, slipping away from him again, as she spied the one decent man in the room. “It’s my fiancé.”
She caught hold of Colonel Lethbridge-Stewart by the arm and leant against him. “Play along,” she breathed, “otherwise I shall be doomed to spend the entire evening with the major and he’s such a grubby little man.”
In fact, even this didn’t seem to be forcing him to give up; she could swear she spotted him moving over again. Really.
“Miss Wright, I’m sorry, but I’m not here to -.”
“No, not like that,” she said crossly. “Like this.” And propelled into recklessness by the advance of the major, she kissed him.
Of course, it was a mad thing to do: he kissed her back and she was paid in full for her thoughtlessness, breathless as her sins caught up with her.
“I’m sorry,” she said eventually. The wretched major was nowhere in sight anyway. She was flustered for once. She knew he was married. “I really am most dreadfully sorry.”
He directed a wry look at her. “I only wish I was.”
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Requests: Harry Sullivan/Charley Pollard; Brigadier/Tegan; Polly/Shakespeare.
Brigadier/Polly Wright
Trapped between scientists and security again. Polly moved away from Major Rathbone, but not swiftly enough. He really didn’t seem to take a snub and she was expert at administering them. It was disturbing.
“Oh, do excuse me,” she gasped, slipping away from him again, as she spied the one decent man in the room. “It’s my fiancé.”
She caught hold of Colonel Lethbridge-Stewart by the arm and leant against him. “Play along,” she breathed, “otherwise I shall be doomed to spend the entire evening with the major and he’s such a grubby little man.”
In fact, even this didn’t seem to be forcing him to give up; she could swear she spotted him moving over again. Really.
“Miss Wright, I’m sorry, but I’m not here to -.”
“No, not like that,” she said crossly. “Like this.” And propelled into recklessness by the advance of the major, she kissed him.
Of course, it was a mad thing to do: he kissed her back and she was paid in full for her thoughtlessness, breathless as her sins caught up with her.
“I’m sorry,” she said eventually. The wretched major was nowhere in sight anyway. She was flustered for once. She knew he was married. “I really am most dreadfully sorry.”
He directed a wry look at her. “I only wish I was.”
***
Requests: Harry Sullivan/Charley Pollard; Brigadier/Tegan; Polly/Shakespeare.