Christmasy Drabble Tree!
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reddwarfslashCome on, everyone. You know what to do. I've posted a Christmas-themed drabble below. You take a line and use it in your own drabble.
Rimmer tossed the napkin onto the table, his stomach having thrown in the towel long ago.
“That has to be Kryten’s best Christmas lunch yet.” He picked at his teeth warily. “Although I hope that wasn’t space weevil in the stuffing – “
Lister grabbed the whipped cream from the table. “I told Kryten we’d head back to our quarters for puddin’,” he smirked.
Rimmed frowned, confused, as he strode purposefully to the doorway. “Er - Lister?” he called. “You’ve forgotten the mince pies.”
The tone said it all. “We don’t need mince pies.”
“Oh?” The hologram blinked. “Ohhh.”
Rimmer tossed the napkin onto the table, his stomach having thrown in the towel long ago.
“That has to be Kryten’s best Christmas lunch yet.” He picked at his teeth warily. “Although I hope that wasn’t space weevil in the stuffing – “
Lister grabbed the whipped cream from the table. “I told Kryten we’d head back to our quarters for puddin’,” he smirked.
Rimmed frowned, confused, as he strode purposefully to the doorway. “Er - Lister?” he called. “You’ve forgotten the mince pies.”
The tone said it all. “We don’t need mince pies.”
“Oh?” The hologram blinked. “Ohhh.”
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Date: 2012-12-19 05:30 pm (UTC)Rimmer frowned, confused, as he strode purposefully to the doorway. For once he'd made it to his father's psychology class on time - with a full two minutes to spare, even - and that baboon-faced four-eyes who always sat next to him was loitering at the entrance to the classroom, looking bashfully in his direction. Something green caught his eye as he pushed past her into the room, and he looked back to see a sprig of mistletoe hanging from the lintel. The arrival of Lecturer Rimmer sent her scurrying to her desk. Rimmer wondered who she'd been waiting for.
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Date: 2012-12-19 10:31 pm (UTC)Lister's head peered out from under the bedsheet, mouth slick. "Tell me you're not sticking to your timetable even for sex?"
Rimmer checked off mentally. 22:00 - sexual interlude. 22:12 - continue wrapping Christmas presents. After all, the big day waited for no man.
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Date: 2012-12-19 10:57 pm (UTC)I'm trying to think of one, but it's harder than it looks. :/
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Date: 2012-12-19 11:26 pm (UTC)Lister's head peered out from under the bedsheet.
Date: 2012-12-20 12:16 am (UTC)“What?”
“It’s Christmas,” Rimmer announced.
“You hate Christmas.”
“But you don’t. And look, you’re awake now.”
“Don’t tell me you actually got me a present.” Lister wasn't awake enough for this.
“Try opening your eyes.”
Lister prised his eyes open enough to see Rimmer, and then they snapped open all the way. Well. That was certainly a novel use of a Christmas bow and bells.
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Date: 2012-12-20 04:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-19 11:24 pm (UTC)The tone said it all.
Date: 2012-12-19 11:56 pm (UTC)“Thank smeg you’re not wearin’ a Santa costume.”
Rimmer clicked his fingers and his red uniform appeared. “How about this?”
“Very nice,” Lister agreed, trying to pretend he wasn’t noticing the way Rimmer’s trousers were clinging extra snugly to his arse.
Rimmer sat down on the edge of their bunk and patted his lap. “Come lie across here. In the absence of coal for your stocking, I need to punish you another way...”
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Date: 2012-12-19 11:57 pm (UTC)Rimmer couldn't believe it.
He stared down at the contents of the deep red and gold Christmas paper: Reggie Wilson - The Definitive Boxset.
"It's even got the live cassette of his only Titan concert! Do you know how rare that is? Where did you get this?"
Lister grinned proudly. "Found it on that last derelict. Thought I'd save it for today."
If he'd known just how grateful the hologram would be, he reflected later in bed, he probably wouldn't have.
Found it on that last derelict.
Date: 2012-12-20 03:09 am (UTC)“Found it on that last derelict.” Lister poured a healthy dollop of brandy into his glass and then tilted the bottle over Rimmer’s glass until the hologram made a sort of “Nnnneh” noise, then stopped.
“This had better still be good.”
“It was freeze-dried. I reconstituted it with real water they had on board, too, not recyc.”
Rimmer took a sip. “This isn’t bad. Did you find anything else?”
Lister’s eyes silently drifted upwards to where a sprig of mistletoe hung over the table.
The gap between them closed faster than he’d expected.
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Date: 2012-12-20 02:10 am (UTC)"Listy," Rimmer declared, "I will do anything to not have to eat that slop again."
Lister's interested eyebrow went up. "Anything?"
Rimmer licked his lips and confirmed with a twinkle in his eye, "Anything."
Lister slouched in his chair in invitation. "Tell Father Christmas what a bad boy you've been this year?"
Rimmer stood and straddled Lister's lap. "Oh, I've been very naughty, but not as bad as you, thank smeg."
Rimmer stood and straddled Lister's lap.
Date: 2012-12-20 03:13 am (UTC)“It feels more like you want to exercise dinner off,” Lister said, sliding his hands along Rimmer’s thighs and pulling him closer. Rimmer wriggled, pleased.
“And so what if I do?”
The question was met with a kiss, and not much later they were on their bunk, where Lister found an alternative use for the brandied whipped cream that was supposed to go on the pudding.
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Date: 2012-12-20 05:27 am (UTC)Rimmer sighed. "Listy, the last thing we need is to invite unwanted guests. Or do you want to spend Christmas in a duel across time and space?"
Lister kissed him softly. "For me. Please?"
Rimmer couldn't keep up the annoyed act with Lister's eyes shining like that. "Fine. Hang your smegging stocking. See if Father Christmas visits."
Once Lister was asleep, Rimmer slipped out of their bed. Retrieving the presents he'd accumulated, he filled Lister's stocking and crept back to bed.
In the morning, two stockings were full, and both were shocked.