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PROMPT POST PART III

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(updated 6 June)

Cabin Pressure Fic Prompt Post Three

Welcome everybody. How you got here I have no idea but thank you for coming and welcome again, nonetheless . As you may have gathered this is a Fic Prompting Meme dedicated solely to the hilarious and oh-so-addictive BBC Radio 4 sitcom - Cabin Pressure. I'm aiming for this to be pretty anything goes - but in order for everything to run smoothly, there are a few guidelines. Don't worry - they're not too restrictive.

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Douglas/Martin

Desperate, screaming I love you confessions and kisses in the rain.

I can just imagine Douglas running in the rain after Martin, shouting for him and declaring his feelings in fear of losing Martin forever.

And yes, I am a romantic sap. I'm miserable and nursing a bar of galaxy chocolate. All I need now is some Douglas/Martin love. <3

Seconded!!

stop it! Dammit, stop it with the brilliant prompts! I'm knee-deep in adopted plot bunnies as it is!

Also, seconded.

You love me really. *puppy eyes*

I'm gonna leave this here hoping a visive incentive will lead to a fill...<3
that's my way to say I want this, please!!

http://pics.livejournal.com/greedslave/pic/00025wcf

Let's get married right now, right this second. I'm being serious.

I love this image! Martin's expression is priceless! <333333 So romantic I could die...*sighs happily*

<3<3<3 Well, go get your maid of honour/best man/whatever!...I sent Arthur to buy the rings for us...he'll be back soon...maybe...hopefully...ok THAT I admit was a risky idea!XP

Thanks a lot!<3<3 It was really only a sketch, I wish I had more time, so I could deliver something more!

*SQUEEEEAAALLLL*

That's fantastic! There's so much movement. And Martin's expression! :oD

HIIII! THANK YOU!

and your fill! unfff it was perfect!

Thanks!

MY ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE DRAWING FROM YOU

HMMMHM MOVEMENT AND HANDS YESSS

:D :D :D

(post it on the Filled Prompt!!!)

Oops, btw, it's MxDP here

Looooove

Weee! thank you luv!<3<3

(I will)

They are so perfect together and the prompt was SO my cup of tea!!

Right Missy - I'm not looking at another one of your prompts until the rest of my to-do list gets done. And as punishment for distracting me with this prompt I've made it extra cheesy!

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Douglas had been harsh. He knew it. Harsh in the way he looked at his captain, harsh in the way he'd spoken to him and harsh in the way he'd flatly refused to share one of the cheap Goan 'resort' huts Carolyn had chosen to accommodate them in.

It was clouding over, the evening monsoon storm rolling in when Douglas opened the door to his 'tropical paradise hut' (which looked remarkably like a wooden shack with a cheap bed in it perched precariously on a beach in monsoon season - not inviting to the bravest of tourists).
He flung his bag onto the double bed and opened the shutter doors at the rear of the room that looked out over the rough sea. Despite what would be a stunning beach if the weather was right, the accommodation was condemnable at best, and Douglas could already feel the misquotes biting.

The sting however, came from the comprehension of his own behavior. He'd been rude and belittling for weeks now, shutting Martin down at every opportunity, taking every opportunity to laugh in his face. And why? To protect himself.

To protect a cowardly self-realisation that he really couldn't deny any more. He loved Martin Crieff.

He didn't just want the man, like he'd wanted men in university. The want he'd pushed aside and denied in favor of more acceptable and feminine pursuits. He wanted him that way, yes - but more, scarily more.
He wanted Martin with the intensity of the passion he'd felt in a man's bed, but combined with the sweet adoration he'd had on the eve of his first marriage - and it scared him, terrified him.

That fear had lead to a growing need for self preservation and then to the childish humiliation of the person he'd grown to care about the most in the world.

"Richardson, you utter fool," Douglas said closing his eyes. A flash of lightening and roll of thunder not four seconds after, signified the start of the downpour. All he could see in his minds-eye was the flash of pain he'd caused on Martin's face.

The young man was his friend and didn't deserve that. In the months his feelings had slowly developed, his friendship with Martin had grown to the point the socially awkward young captain could be found most free evenings on Douglas' sofa, eating crisps and all the other things Douglas bought and shouldn't eat himself, while arguing over television channels.

But three weeks ago he'd sat on that sofa, watching Martin giggle at the Comedy Channel, and wanted more than anything to kiss him. Not give him a manly hug, or even have a quick-relief-fuck like he had at med school, but to kiss him slowly, gently, to touch and caress and care for.
The ensuing panic had led to excuses about an early morning and Martin was thrown out early and hadn't been invited back since.

Douglas opened his eyes again watched the rain increase in intensity, bouncing off the small stone pathway that separated the huts from the scattered band of palms at the edge of the beach.

That panic had hit again at reception when Douglas realised only two rooms were booked by their miserly CEO. Someone would have to share with Martin, sleep beside his warm body - it would have driven him mad.
"No! Certainly not. The single room is mine. I've had enough of Martin's operating procedures, weather checks and whiny, nasally voice drilling into my head. I've just had eight hours in a cock-pit with it and I want a damn rest!" With that, he'd snatched up the key and stormed off, catching a single glance of Martin's face as he turned the corner. An image of hurt that now wouldn't stop clawing at his conscience.

Douglas sighed, removed his jacket and tie and flung them on the bed. He knew what he'd have to do: Apologise, ask forgiveness and perhaps, if unavoidable, bear his soul.

Checking his room key was still in his trouser pocket, he took a deep, fortifying breath and made his way to Martin and Arthur's door.

He was wet, soaked in fact, by the time he got there. Dodging his way between the huts didn't seem to make much difference to his drenched attire - he just hoped he could ask for a towel before the apologies began.

He reached out, intending to knock at the flimsy wooden door, but found it jammed open with the edge of Arthur's bag. He looked through the gap to see Martin's dropped bag and then further into the room where Arthur was sat on the bed. At first glance he looked like he was holding one of MJN's uniform jackets; a moment later he realised it was Martin, all but curled up in Arthur's arms, sobbing.

Arthur was rocking Martin gently, shushing him softly and Douglas watched as Arthur pulled back to he could look at the smaller man.

"I'm sure he didn't mean it, Martin. Douglas isn't normally like that," their steward said.

"Of course he did. He figured it out and now can't stand the sight of me," Martin whimpered, leaning back onto Arthur's shoulder, sniffling.

"I swear I didn't tell him you fancied him!" Arthur replied.

"I know, Arthur," Martin said pulling back and wiping his eyes. "But I should start looking for a new job, I think."

"No, Skip. You can't go. You love MJN, and you love Douglas, and I'd miss you!"

"But MJN doesn't pay me and Douglas doesn't love me back," Martin lamented, not noticing the way the steward looked towards the door and froze.

"Err, Martin. You know how I said I didn't tell Douglas how you felt about him?"

"Hmmm?" Martin said, still wiping his eyes.

"I think I just accidentally did."

Martin's head shot up and his eyes locked with Douglas', shock and surprise in Douglas' expression and downright fear in Martin's.

They were both frozen for a few moments, Arthur looking worriedly between them. Just as Douglas began to form something resembling words, Martin jumped up, and before Douglas could step over Arthur's bag to get into the room, Martin had opened the rear shuttered doors to the beach and disappeared through them.

"MARTIN!" Douglas bellowed after him, his voice drowned out by the clatter of rain. "Damn it!" he said, stumbling over Martin's dropped bag.

"You're not mad at him are you, Douglas?" Arthur asked, the concern in his voice was laced with a little anger. "You can't be mad at someone for loving you, it's wrong!"

"I'm not mad at him! I'm in love with him too!" Douglas spat, trying to untangle his ankle from the strap of Martin's flight bag. He froze as soon as he'd uttered the words, and looked at Arthur. He really was in love with Martin Crieff and he'd said it out loud. He'd meant it, and what's more Martin loved him back. He'd been so caught up in managing his own stupid emotional crisis he hadn't even considered that his feelings could possibly be reciprocated.

The stewards face went from concern to happiness in a flash. "Well go after him, Douglas!" Arthur said, dragging the loop of strap from Douglas' leg.

Douglas didn't need telling twice; he bolted out of the shuttered doors and after Martin. Looking around desperately, his vision obscured by the lashing rain, he saw Martin in the distance leaning against a palm tree, head in his hands.

He took off after him, calling out his name, the sound drowned out by the heavy rain.

"Martin! MARTIN!"

Some twenty meters away, Martin spotted him and ducked back into the palms at the edge of the beach, walking away from him as quickly as he could.

Douglas was gasping for air when he finally caught up. Martin didn't make it easy for him, quickening his pace as he got nearer, ignoring Douglas as he called his name.

When Martin was in arms-reach, Douglas grabbed his bicep, bodily stopping him and spinning him around.

Martin held up his hands in defense, trying to step back, despite Douglas' grip. "Please Douglas, I'm sorry!"

Martin looked distraught and fearful. Douglas felt sick, he'd made this sweet, vulnerable young man scared of him. Martin looked like he actually though Douglas would hit him.

The boy was soaked through to the skin, his auburn hair looking darker as it clung to his head, his uniform blazer so water logged that it drooped off his slim shoulders, everything making him look vulnerable and fragile. Martin stumbled backwards, trying to get out of his first officer's grip. Douglas caught him by both biceps before he fell.

"Oh, God, Martin. I'm so sorry. I love you," Douglas said over the racket. The rain hitting the tin roofs and palm leaves nearly drowned out his voice.

Martin shook his head, eyes red and fearful, not comprehending. The younger man seemed to shake in his hold.

"I love you! I love you, Martin. I so sorry, I was stupid, confused," Douglas said, letting go of one Martin's arms to clutch his jaw in the palm of his hand.

He saw the moment a little hope registered and Martin stopped fighting in his hold. He still looked wary and disbelieving.

"I was scared... I felt so strongly about you, it terrified me. I couldn't cope, so, like an idiot I tried to push you away. I'm so sorry. Please, please forgive me," Douglas begged, blinking against the hard rain.

Rain was running down Martin's own face, collecting in his lashes before running down his cheeks to where Douglas' hand cradled him.
It was an almost impercevable nod, but it was all Douglas needed and he took Martin's other cheek in his palm and kissed his captain quickly, before the young man could change his mind.

Douglas was too desperate to make the kiss soft, he was needy and thrumming with adrenaline from both the chase and the fear of losing Martin and ruining what they had. Martin though, submitted to the kiss instantly, clutching at his first officer's shirt sleeves and opening his mouth willingly.

In response, Douglas let one hand drop to the young man's waist, pulling Martin possessively against him and deepening the kiss. Another flash of lightening lit the area with thunder following seconds later and the rain suddenly worsened in intensity; neither man noticed.

Douglas' own soaked shirt pressed tightly against Martin's wet chest as he backed the younger man up. It was only when Martin's back hit a palm trunk and Douglas was flush against him that he pulled away enough to let Martin breathe.

"Forgive me?" Douglas uttered, pressing small kisses to the corner of his mouth and jaw.

A bright smile formed on Martin's lips and despite the rain soaking his face Douglas could tell Martin was in tears. Douglas kissed them away as they mingled with the rain and then recaptured his lips.

OH MY GOD THIS IS UNUTTERABLY SWEET AND ROMANTIC.

CAN'T WRITE COHERENT REVIEW ATM...*FLAILING AND SWOONING*

MMMHMMMM... EXTRA CHEESY <3

MxDP

nayrt

I've only seen this word 'cheesy' used to back handed insult stories when used in a review, for when a story is horrible garbage, but that can't be what you mean here. Is there another use of this description that I don't know?

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In know what you meant, my dear. ;-)

*hands out crackers and wine for everyone*

Love love love!

I want to put thisd fic in a fondue and dip bread sticks in it :-)

(I liked it).

So, so lovely. *swirlyeyes*

Swirly eyes! Thats a new one! *g*
Thank you!

I know I'm massively late but I just want to say how very much I love you right now.

Because after a few very rubbish days (possibly weeks) this has really but a sappy smile on my face and made me well up with happy tears. It's so romantic and perfect and just so utterly beautiful. And it really, really, really made my day.

*jumps on you and never lets go*

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEe!!!! *flailing grinning and bouncing* YES! \o/
You'll have no sense from me, just happy flailings of appreciation for this sweet little treat!

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PROMPT POST PART III

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