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Paper cut

Title: paper cut

Author: bodge

Parings: Carrot /Angua

Disclaimers: not mine, not at all.  I wish they were.

Notes: Random comments make random fics .   Well at leasst I'm writing something

“Carrot, I asked you to take today off for a reason. That reason has nothing to do with paperwork!”

 “Yes, yes, your birthday.  I know.  I’m almost done.  I’m just stuck on the last little bit, maybe you can help?”

 Angua walks around the desk, silently fuming.  She knows, at least she thinks she knows, that he doesn’t intend to be inconsiderate, it just happens, he’s just Carrot.  Her gaze drops to the paper on the desk in front of Carrot and her train of thought derails.  She reads the words out loud.

 “I have a girlfriend/ her name is Angua/her hair is the color of- what does this word mean?”

 “It’s an alloy of gold and silver when seen in the candlelight, although it could be in moonlight as well.”

“That’s so sweet Carrot!”

 “It is the color of your hair,” he says pulling Angua onto his lap, “You should read the rest so you can help me end it.”

 She reads on as Carrot nuzzles her neck and then reverently touches each bit of her mentioned in his, admittedly naïve, erotic poem.  She leans back against his broad chest allowing Carrot to touch her more easily, “How do you want to end it?” she asks in a husky voice. 

 “Like this,” he says lifting her onto his desk.


 “What? Did I hurt you?” Carrot asks quickly. 

 “Paper cut,” Angua says lifting her hand.  Carrot takes her hand and kisses the blood away and then kisses her mouth deeply.  He pushes her back against the desk, dislodging a pile of papers. 

 They fall unheeded to the floor. 



Commander Sam Vimes steps into his office in the morning and notices the papers abandoned all over the floor.  He picks a random piece up and reads it, after a few lines he reddens with embarrassment and then in anger. 

“They did it on my desk?” he asks the world in general.  And then he goes to the door and yells down the stairs, “Someone, get me a new desk NOW!”


( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
Jun. 8th, 2005 03:28 am (UTC)
*Meeple* Sometimes I don't think you need any encouragement on my part- you've got a dirtier mind than I do! Whoot!
Jun. 8th, 2005 11:14 am (UTC)

These days I don't seem to be able to be creative without some sort of input for someone else. The ideas aren't comming. But someone says some little thing and off I go!

For most of the winter I couldn't get any writing done so this is definatly better!
Jun. 8th, 2005 10:50 pm (UTC)
X_X *giggle* I like this muse business. I'm just glad you didn't see any other journal entries... ehehehe.
Jun. 9th, 2005 01:20 am (UTC)
Maybe I will ahve to go through them while you are gone. The only thing the intrunal muse is prviding is a second chapter to "Are you sure" (eventulay a baby will be apearing in that) and a story about a mine colapse (and that just seems awfuly depressing)
Jun. 9th, 2005 02:46 am (UTC)
But interesting! Angst is interesting- I just suck at it :)
Jun. 9th, 2005 11:08 pm (UTC)
Well apparently (from the reactions I got at fan fiction. net)I suck at angst as well. Ah well, in a few weeks I'm sure I'll start writing again. I'll send you the links if you want.

You know it's one thing to criticize, it's quite another to be rude.

Sorry, I REALLY need to stop taking things so seriously... it's a hobby it should be fun. Right?

OK all better now, put nasty rebuttal in my l/j... no spell check Mwa Ha HA HA!!!!!

Sorry it must be the heat getting to me. I seem to be a bit on the insane side today.
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