[Makebelieve] Fic: Peacock's Village - BBCs The Avengers - John Steed/Mother - FRTish

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Title: Peacock's Village
Author: PEJA	
Summary: John Steed finds a place of peace
Fandom: The Avengers (BBC)
Characters/Pairing (portrayed by): John Steed/Mother [Patrick
Macnee/Patrick Newell]
Rating: FRT
Prompt: this weeks prompt from the
http://community.livejournal.com/slashkingdom/ LJ authors choice #113
- Peacock's Village - any pairing - any length:
Use the phrase "Peacock's village" in a story. Can be the obvious
local attraction, or a phrase to represent, whatever the words create
for you.
Warnings: ShortFic
Genre: (General/hetero/slash) Slash
Series: (y/no) Heavens no...	
Series URL:
Previous stories [title & URL]: Again none
Chapter number if WIP:
Previous chapters or series at:
Sand-box [open series]: Yes, if ya got the stone
Permission to archive to WWOMB: Yes
Acknowledgments/Notes: Thanks to the Linebyline comm, who inspired the
slash kingdom expanded prompt. FYI, I wrote this fandom (first time)
because the prompt just screamed John Steed for me, so there.  Also
thanks Kerensa, for the beta. 'Preciate it.
Disclaimer.  The BBC series, The Avengers, does not belong to me. no
money made in this
This was written for my own pleasure, cuz I've never seen John Steed
slash and wanted to play there. If anyone knows of some....?


John Steed sauntered down the cobble-stoned main street of the little
out of the way village, feeling right at home among the dapper gents
and ladies. He tipped his bowler to a gaggle of young women, smiling
to himself when they burst into girlish giggles.

He caught the sweet rich scent of tobacco on a wafting breeze. Fine
Columbia tobacco. A pleasant surprise, bringing back delightful
memories of the night before. He kept his stroll sedate and relaxed,
even as excitement of the hunt flushed through his system. He found
the quaint smoker's shoppe tucked between a sweets shoppe and The Ye
Olde Pub & Brewery.

The old fashioned shoppe was narrow, painted in sedate natural colors,
lit for comfort inside. He pushed through the front door and paused to
get the lay of the land. Built-in oak units, with pearl handled doors
under glassed in shelves that filled in the remaining wall space from
the floor to ceiling ran the entire length of the right side. The
shelves were stocked with a wide variety of humidors. All finely
crafted, some carved but most simply quality wood and polished to
brilliance.

His expert glance roamed the distinguished Italian made Ser Jacopo
pipes admiring the expert craftsmanship. A Meerschaum pipe with a
sultan carved bowl caught his eye, drawing him in for a closer
inspection. Cigars carrying labels like Arturo Fuente and Zino
Platinum sprang out to draw his refined eye.

On the other side of the room, over-stuffed leather chairs and side
tables, again of gleaming oak and polished to a mirror like
brilliance, popped up in inviting little clutches.  Several gentlemen
rested in quiet chat, puffing on cigars and pipes. There were no
cigarettes in this quiet sanctuary. This was a world of elite tastes.

Smiling to himself, he found a chair in a secluded area.  It felt
sublime, taking a moment to shed the realities of his world in this
old-world setting. No one came to disturbed him. No one demanded his
attention.

He closed his eyes and breathed deeply.  Once more the rich scents
swirling around him stirred memories of the night before. Of sleeping
in Mother's arms after an evening of love.

He chuckled to himself. He'd never thought of himself as a man with
tasted for men of heavier stature, but there was something about the
man who lorded it over him both in the office and in the bedroom.
Something that stabilized him and made him stronger.

The world may consider him a womanizer, but here in this secluded
peacock's village introduced to him by his most loved life partner,
John Steed could let his hair down and be what his nature demanded.

He didn't need a tinkling bell to let him know Mother had tracked him
down. Even with his eyes closed he could feel the man's spirit
reaching out to envelope him in a special amour of love shared just by
them.  He did open his eyes, though. Opened his eyes and smiled as
Mother leaned down to whisper a kiss over his eager lips. "I felt you
thinking of me." Mother purred against his lips as the kiss broke.

Steed nodded just a slight tilt of his head, and smiled. "You always know."


End

Okay, drain the sap bubble, I know, but it is what it is. Would love
to get some comments on this

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