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[themisanthropiclycanthrope]

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Jimmy is looking to the future, and starting to realise he should maybe be listening to his heart rather than his head

Written for day three of Shetland Fic Fest 2023 for the prompt "season 7 fix-it" because it had to be done

[themisanthropiclycanthrope]

a tiny rough little scene from a vague fic idea that'll probably never be written. for context, jimmy and duncan have to share a bed for reasons, and they are being idiots about their feelings.

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"I'd never have taken you for a cuddler."

Snuggled up to Jimmy's side, head pillowed on his shoulder and one arm thrown over his middle, Duncan was slightly surprised himself. "Aye, well, mebbe I'm going soft in my old age." He gave Jimmy's stomach a gentle poke. "Like someone else I could name."

"Oi, you." Jimmy batted at the offending hand. "Away, or I'll kick you out of bed and you'll be sleeping on the floor."

"You wouldn't."

"Wouldn't I?" Jimmy let a hint of danger into his voice, its effect somewhat diminished by the smile Duncan could clearly hear. He gave in anyway, not willing to risk this newfound closeness.

"Okay, I'll hush. See? I'm already asleep." He snorted an exaggerated snore to lend credence to his claim.

Jimmy chuckled, the sound a pleasant vibration against Duncan's cheek. "Daft sod."

"Soft git."

"I warned you." He adopted his policeman's voice, but his arm was still looped around Duncan's shoulders and there was no real threat behind the words.

"Ach, you love me."

The words faded into silence and Duncan immediately regretted using that turn of phrase. Far too suggestive for their current position, far too revealing. But then Jimmy's hand made a slow sweep across Duncan's back and he turned his head to rest his chin atop Duncan's crown. His voice, when he finally spoke, had grown soft, his admission a whisper in the quiet dark of the room.

"For my sins."

Duncan swallowed around the lump in his throat. He didn't deserve Jimmy's friendship, let alone anything more. "Or mine."

Jimmy's arm tightened around him in a brief squeeze, his breath ghosting through the fine strands of Duncan's hair when he spoke again, voice low and fond.

"Go tae sleep."

[themisanthropiclycanthrope]

i really want to write more jimmy/duncan, but what??