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Sorry ladies, I'm not trying to be a schmuck, but with all the repairs going on with my house, I don't get much of a chance to check in the www everyday
Anywho, my dream. Yes, my dreams are very fanfic!
So, I'm Tavy's valet (except I don't call him "Tavy", because that would be tantamount to being run through, and NOT in the way I would prefer
). Anyway, part of my job is to see to his personal cleanliness, ya know, heat his bath water, clean his hairbrush, wash his really sexy cravats and shirts, shine his boots and tack, brush out his uniform and remove any blood stains, etc, etc. All the things a valet does.
Well, valets, by the very nature of their jobs, get to see a side of their employers that very few others get a chance to see... and no, I'm not talking about backsides, SLW... although, that too!
And I must say it is... FIERCE!
Anyway, I was brushing out his hair after a hot bath after a long day on the dusty road to... Philadelphia? Charlestown? Does it matter?? I was brushing out his hair and plaiting it for that adorable little cue he wears it in as he was about to go meet with his CO. So I'm running my fingers through his *ahem* fierce locks (I insisted on using my hands insead of a brush as I was loath to pull any hairs out of his head unless they were tangled in my fingers), and he was sitting in front of me in a regulation folding chair and he was complaining about O'Hara (like, who wouldn't!), then he asked me if I thought O'Hara was a schmuck-little-toadie as well, and he turned his head and looked up at me. I had my fingers in his hair and he was gazing at me and I swooned!
...and then I woke up.

Anywho, my dream. Yes, my dreams are very fanfic!

So, I'm Tavy's valet (except I don't call him "Tavy", because that would be tantamount to being run through, and NOT in the way I would prefer

Well, valets, by the very nature of their jobs, get to see a side of their employers that very few others get a chance to see... and no, I'm not talking about backsides, SLW... although, that too!

Anyway, I was brushing out his hair after a hot bath after a long day on the dusty road to... Philadelphia? Charlestown? Does it matter?? I was brushing out his hair and plaiting it for that adorable little cue he wears it in as he was about to go meet with his CO. So I'm running my fingers through his *ahem* fierce locks (I insisted on using my hands insead of a brush as I was loath to pull any hairs out of his head unless they were tangled in my fingers), and he was sitting in front of me in a regulation folding chair and he was complaining about O'Hara (like, who wouldn't!), then he asked me if I thought O'Hara was a schmuck-little-toadie as well, and he turned his head and looked up at me. I had my fingers in his hair and he was gazing at me and I swooned!
...and then I woke up.

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