Contribution to the Barris Winter festival 💙 @barris-event-blog
"Don't be sad, love," Thomas murmured into Richard's ear, "This too shall pass."
"Easy for you to say," Richard said dourly.
"Can I help it if Lancashire beat Yorkshire at the cricket?" Thomas said, gently. "By 6 wickets and 260 runs? With a day left to play? Breaking all records in county cricket? With individual records broken by Crawley and Courtenay—"
"All right, you don't have to rub it in," Richard said reproachfully. He smiled. "But as the nearest Lancastrian representative, and a nurse, I think it's your duty to make amends for my wounded Yorkist ego, and to soothe my bruised Yorkist heart. It's the rule."
"That's the rule, is it indeed?" Thomas said softly, nuzzling deliciously into the fine hair at the nape of Richard's neck; he shivered, felt heat rise. "Well, I wouldn't want to break any rules, now, would I?"
Thomas turned Richard in his arms, and began the slow and thorough process of making Richard forget all about his recent grievous sadness.
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