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January 5th, 2008
03:51 pm - Day 11: Rainy Days
The stress is on. Packing is at an all-time high with both Mum and I leaving tomorrow (and I've got Mass in a couple of hours). Only one today, I blame the evil busy-ness. Oh well, I liked writing this one anyway:
Title: Acting on Impulse
Author: Lord Localfreak
Fandom: St Trinian's specifically relates to 2007 Film: http://imdb.com/title/tt0964587/
Ship: Flash (as Gustav)/Carnaby Fritton
Summary: A 'What If...?' a certain scene had gone further than in the film
Flash has been made to disguise himself as Gustav, a mysterious German Art Dealer who Annabelle Fritton insists her sneaky, slimy, double-crossing, womanising father, Carnaby Fritton would "do anything to do business with," Flash, your average dodgy-dealer is convinced to disguise himself as Gustav and offer Carnaby a deal-that Carnaby will pay for the famous painting which the Trinian's girls intend to steal to save their school-but Carnaby can't know that the Trinian's have anything to do with it, because he's the one planning to take over the school's land when it closes. The description the girls have of Gustav is that "He's very rich, German, and very VERY gay". This ficlet is set midway between the scene in which Flash, as Gustav, offers Carnaby the Deal.
“Perhaps we could discuss it… over dinner.”
Flash falters, a large hand has been placed upon his knee, his persona slips, “Eh?” Fritton can’t possibly mean-?
“Well,” Carnaby is definitely Far Too Close, as hot breath spills over Flash’s ear. “You were saying how lonely you are…I thought perhaps we could share a candle lit dinner, and then perhaps back to my place- a walk along the moonlit beach…?” The hand slides closer to Flash’s crotch and he nearly flounders. Bloody Hell! When Annabelle said her old man would do anything to work with this geezer she had no idea! He grabs Carnaby’s wandering hand and, on impulse, kisses the knuckles to save face.
“O-or perhaps I could just be tellink you right now-“ he looks around and the patrons milling around, “Somewhere…more discreet?” He pulls Fritton up and leads him by the hand, pulling them both into Fritton’s office. Very Manly Sort Of Place, really, leather and wood panelling. Here there are no witnesses.
Perhaps it’s impulsive, but Flash works habitually on his wits. He wants to see just how far this slimy toad is prepared to be pushed, check he isn’t calling Flash’s bluff (or, that’s what Flash tells himself he’s doing). It also doesn’t help that he’s only had eyes for Kelly for months and she isn’t giving in.
“Now,” he says, capturing Carnaby’s mouth in a long kiss, which Carnaby returns. It is strange, alien, and a little awkward to Flash but then, beggars can’t be choosers.
“Now,” pants Carnaby as they break for air.
“Eh?” Flash is momentarily dazed, but collects himself as Carnaby sinks to his knees before him.
“Ah!” says Flash, getting into Role as Gustav again, “What beautiful lips…and what will they give me for the information I am willink to be providink? If I were to say, zat I the item that has become available on za Black Market would be…oh…Ze Girl With Ze Pearl Earring, for example?”
Carnaby’s jaw drops, Flash can almost see the excitement building in his greedy, grubby little mind. Then, Carnaby smiles, as false as a crocodile, before pushing away Flash’s (Gustav’s) trousers and underwear (silk….Well! Annabelle did say “very VERY gay.”) and Flash gasped as Carnaby made good his promise.
ThinkofKelly, Think of Kelly, ThinkofKelly.” Flash told himself, his mind’s eye conjuring up images of the Head Girl’s ice blue eyes, her dark hair, her red lips- but surely no girl could take him in her mouth so deep, no girl had ever been quite this…this…energetic and talented.
How many times had ‘The Great Womaniser’ done this- on his knees for a favour? Flash grinned at that through his pleasure, as a sense of immense power came over him.
Some time later, two ruffled but smug-faced gentlemen headed through the thinning crowd to the door.
“I Vill be in touch.” Flash says,
“Thank you again, Sir,” Carnaby replies, coolly, as if he hasn’t just had his mouth ‘round Flash’s cock.
As Flash saunters away he grins to himself. Perhaps he hadn’t needed to “seal the deal” in such a way, but then, as his old Granddad Harry always said, “It’s always good t’have a bit of blackmail saved up for a rainy day.”
Author's Notes: PS, for those who haven't seen the film, Flash's bad german accent is intentional.
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| Date: | January 5th, 2008 - 09:17 am |
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Heh heh heh. Cool! I like the 'wtf!!?!?!... oh well then' tone this takes, and the tone seems to fit with what I know of the canon (I kind of want to see the movie, I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not ^^)
Good luck with the move back to uni!
Thanks :) I would promote seeing the film, it doesn't try to take-over the original, which I think is very important, it's more like the sequels that came afterwards- it's "What if St Trinian's was still going strong now?" I enjoyed it a lot :) |
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