Title: To Love and Cherish
Fandom: Jeeves and Wooster
Pairing: Reginald Jeeves/Bertie Wooster
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 560
Summary: While the Spinner-Hillforths had been good acquaintances of mine and dear friends of my late parents before either couple even married, Jeeves had been in their employ for a year or two when he had still been a young hopper. (Wherein two poor OCs have to die (it’s only mentioned) for Jeeves and Bertie to start thinking about their feelings for each other.)
A/N: Part 14 of my Daily Fanfic Chocolates calendar :D This is another result of a prompt writing challenge I did with my dear friend @onekisstotakewithme a few months ago! Please enjoy ❤
(links to AO3 and the DFC masterpost are in the reblogs!)
I shudder as I stare at the grave in front of me.
“They had been together for twenty-five years, do you believe it, Jeeves?”
My man, who had stood silently by my side up till now, turns around halfway to face me.
“It’s a great luck they were given that time together, I reckon. Given what they both have been through during their lifetime...” There is no unspoken ‘sir’ at the end of his sentences for once and it startles me.
While the Spinner-Hillforths had been good acquaintances of mine and dear friends of my late parents before either couple even married, Jeeves had been in their employ for a year or two when he had still been a young hopper. He, much like the young master, had held them in the highest esteem. To hear from my aunt Dahlia of their sudden illness and demise had been... quite shocking, to say the least. I had spent a few happy summer months at their country estate as a young boy when both my aunts had been fed up with taking care of me, so even despite the distance that had grown between us over the years, they had still been rather dear to my heart.
A light rain started to fall, and I only noticed it when Jeeves, ever the paragon of a man that he is, even in times like these, gently harrumphed and, by taking me by the elbow, led me toward the exit of the graveyard and then to a little café nearby.
Our coats were already getting soaked through with the water of what seemed to be mother nature trying to make the current sitch all the more depressing when Jeeves all but steered self onto a comfy chair and positioned himself on its opposite.
Looking at him across the table did a funny thing to my heart. Some might have said that his hair when dishevelled and rain-soaked made him even more of a looker, but it was the fact that he had sat down opposite of me instead of hovering by my side, waiting for my exhausted request for him to sit down already, that made me feel said f. t. in my h. There was an unspoken agreement in the air and I had the faint feeling that he might not bring it up on his own on a later occasion, nor that he expected me to do it.
But dash it all! There had to be a meaning here! Jeeves never did anything without a meaning to it, you know, that man eats far too much fish for it. My thoughts began to drift off... But apparently my gaze did not. It was Jeeves harrumphing again, albeit this time with a different tone of voice, that made me look up. Or rather zone in again. It appeared I had been staring at the poor chap’s face the whole time! I felt my face turn red when I realized that his had turned a softer shade of pinker, as well.
“I... I think we should have a conversation when we return home, sir. Today’s events have stirred up some thoughts in me that I feel should not be disregarded much longer.”
I felt the old Wooster corpus quiver slightly, because I imagined our thoughts were much the same, in fact.
