Rimmer/Lister
Pairing: Rimmer/Lister
Word count: 295
Setting: After Legion, and before I'd seen series 8
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine never will be, well only in my wildest dreams
Every time I look at you, I think ‘How the smeg did I end up here?’ We ended up sleeping together after the whole Legion debacle. I guess it was all of those years spent alone and just so desperate for company, but now I’ve fallen in love with you Arn, despite your hang up and neuroses, nah scratch that I want to be the one who eventually gets you through that, to be not Ace because I would never tell you this when you’re awake but he was very fullof himself, but to be a better version of yourself. Y’know? Be happier and cheerful. I love you lying next to me, it’s as if we fit like a jigsaw.
I can’t help puzzling over that scar though, every time I try and talk to you about it you clam up tighter than the Cat’s trousers. When we’re alone I always touch, kiss or lick even sometimes all of the above, it’s just my way of saying I love you despite your flaws, and I want to help you, in anyway that I can. I never intended this but you mean so much to me Arn, I don’t even call you Rimmer that much unless you go on about Hammond organ music or your telegraph poles.
I digress though, I just wish you would let me in, but I have a terrifying feeling that whoever gave you that scar was a member of that smegged up family of yours, I wish I could go back in time and try and help you, I wish we’d met as kids, that way I could’ve taught you how to have a laugh, and it would not have been at your expense either. Just let me in man, please.
Word count: 295
Setting: After Legion, and before I'd seen series 8
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine never will be, well only in my wildest dreams
Every time I look at you, I think ‘How the smeg did I end up here?’ We ended up sleeping together after the whole Legion debacle. I guess it was all of those years spent alone and just so desperate for company, but now I’ve fallen in love with you Arn, despite your hang up and neuroses, nah scratch that I want to be the one who eventually gets you through that, to be not Ace because I would never tell you this when you’re awake but he was very fullof himself, but to be a better version of yourself. Y’know? Be happier and cheerful. I love you lying next to me, it’s as if we fit like a jigsaw.
I can’t help puzzling over that scar though, every time I try and talk to you about it you clam up tighter than the Cat’s trousers. When we’re alone I always touch, kiss or lick even sometimes all of the above, it’s just my way of saying I love you despite your flaws, and I want to help you, in anyway that I can. I never intended this but you mean so much to me Arn, I don’t even call you Rimmer that much unless you go on about Hammond organ music or your telegraph poles.
I digress though, I just wish you would let me in, but I have a terrifying feeling that whoever gave you that scar was a member of that smegged up family of yours, I wish I could go back in time and try and help you, I wish we’d met as kids, that way I could’ve taught you how to have a laugh, and it would not have been at your expense either. Just let me in man, please.