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coprime_recs) wrote2021-03-30 09:30 pm
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Jeeves & Wooster: An Ever-Fixed Mark by Mice
An Ever-Fixed Mark (Bertie/Jeeves | NC17 | 21,086 words): When Jeeves returns home in order to visit his mother on her deathbed, it prompts him to reexamine his relationship with Bertie. I love this. It's so sweet, with such a wonderful Jeeves. We get to see the journey he took to entering Bertie's service, and we get to see Bertie through his eyes.
Excerpt:
"I'm not doing that to you. You can't possibly think I'd be that much of a bastard, Reggie, to keep you here for some dashed fancy dress party with this going on."
I pulled him to me, shaking my head. "No, sir," I whispered, still struggling futilely for control of myself and my emotions. "No, I've never thought you were at all like that. I just assumed that my duty to you took precedence, and--"
He kissed me then, carefully and with deliberation. "Even if we didn't have this... this whatsit we have between us, I would never have kept you here for that. It just wouldn't be right." He rose, extricating himself from my embrace, and offered me a hand to assist me to my feet. "Dash it," he said, "you don't look like you're in any shape to deal with this at all. I'll drive. I wouldn't want you to be hurt trying to get out there. Wherever 'there' is, I mean."
I stared at him for a moment, stunned by his offer. "Sir, that would be entirely improper. You're my employer and if you were to arrive with me--"
He glared at me. "I don't care. They don't even have to know I'm there. I can biff off to some inn down the road or something and leave you to be with your family. It's all right, Reggie." Did he really care for me that much? It didn't seem possible. Certainly no one else ever had. But Mr. Wooster was exceptionally kind-hearted and I was sure this was just an act of friendship on his part. It must have been, for it could not be anything deeper. The alternative was quite unthinkable; he was a gentleman and I was a valet and, despite the fact that we occasionally shared a bed, there had been -- there could be -- no deeper emotion involved.
Excerpt:
"I'm not doing that to you. You can't possibly think I'd be that much of a bastard, Reggie, to keep you here for some dashed fancy dress party with this going on."
I pulled him to me, shaking my head. "No, sir," I whispered, still struggling futilely for control of myself and my emotions. "No, I've never thought you were at all like that. I just assumed that my duty to you took precedence, and--"
He kissed me then, carefully and with deliberation. "Even if we didn't have this... this whatsit we have between us, I would never have kept you here for that. It just wouldn't be right." He rose, extricating himself from my embrace, and offered me a hand to assist me to my feet. "Dash it," he said, "you don't look like you're in any shape to deal with this at all. I'll drive. I wouldn't want you to be hurt trying to get out there. Wherever 'there' is, I mean."
I stared at him for a moment, stunned by his offer. "Sir, that would be entirely improper. You're my employer and if you were to arrive with me--"
He glared at me. "I don't care. They don't even have to know I'm there. I can biff off to some inn down the road or something and leave you to be with your family. It's all right, Reggie." Did he really care for me that much? It didn't seem possible. Certainly no one else ever had. But Mr. Wooster was exceptionally kind-hearted and I was sure this was just an act of friendship on his part. It must have been, for it could not be anything deeper. The alternative was quite unthinkable; he was a gentleman and I was a valet and, despite the fact that we occasionally shared a bed, there had been -- there could be -- no deeper emotion involved.