I Won’t Even Ask
Title: I Won’t Even Ask Fandom: Jeeves and Wooster Pairing: Reginald Jeeves/Bertie Wooster Rating: Gen Word Count: 422 Summary: “I presume I’d be more concerned if I knew the context of your current contortion, so I shall not ask, sir.” Wherein Bertie is his adorkable self and Jeeves has to laugh. A/N: Part 8 of my Daily Fanfic Chocolates calendar :D This is one of the results of a prompt writing challenge I did with my dear friend @moonraccoon-exe a few months ago! Please enjoy ❤
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Bertie was not gonna fall off his bed anytime soon, thank you very much. He did, however, gracelessly, flop downwards (not hitting the floor entirely, mind you), when Jeeves entered the room and announced his presence with a customary ‘harrumph’.
“Sir?”
“Jeeves.”
It was uttered with some struggle, gravity having that effect on Bertie since his head was now resting on the ground, spine somewhat twisted as he struggled to keep the rest of himself on the bed.
“... Jeeves?”
The man in question, ever so used to keeping his face in what Bertie used to call his “stuffed frog mask”, was... laughing. Any other person might have described the act as a chuckle, hidden behind a politely poised palm – to Bertie, however, the chuckle translated as the laughter that it was. Jeeves was very close to losing it. Bertie, with an expression of disbelief and surprise pulling at his features as he attempted to keep his barely-there balance over the edge of the bed, only had time to let out a half-gasped yelp when his hold on his leg had him overbalance and topple the last centimeters downward and onto the floor.
Jeeves gasped – a laugh and a sound of worry in the same breath – and stepped closer, but Bertie was already pulling himself up by the corner of the bed.
“I presume I’d be more concerned if I knew the context of your current contortion, so I shall not ask, sir.”
Bertie could hear Jeeves still laughing in amusement behind his almost composed again calm façade.
A man had his dignity, though, and so, as he heaved himself onto the bed again, Bertie set out to explain: “I woke up from my afternoon nap with a dead leg, Jeeves!”
A raised eyebrow was his prompt to continue.
“But luckily – or not so much, in hindsight – I remembered just the thing! An exercise shown to me by the fearsome Miss Glossop after an outing with her and her brother Oswald, the little blot! I thought I might attempt it here and get my leg back in action- Jeeves! Jee- Reg, why are you laughing again?”
A step toward the bed allowed Jeeves to bend down and wrap his arms around Bertie and rest his forehead against his lover’s.
“I’m sorry, my love. I simply... Sometimes simple things such as this remind me of how dear you are to my heart, how much I adore you.”
Bertie nearly melted in his arms then, asleep leg and slightly strained back all but forgotten.
