The Mini Break
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1 through F › Bridget Jones' Diary
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
5,527
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Bridget Jones Diary, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Mini Break
The Mini Break
By Trianne
Disclaimer: These characters are owned by Helen Fielding and Universal Pictures. I make no money from them – read and you will see why.
Rating: This Chapter is PG15, the next is NC17
Pairing: Daniel Cleaver and Mark Darcy
Summary: Two beautiful men, two totally different men, meet and sparks fly.
****
“You absolute bastard, Cleaver!”
“Steady on, *old mate*, is that any way to talk to your Best Man?”
Mark eyed Daniel with an icy glare that was quite at odds with those liquid brown eyes. Even Daniel, cool personified, found he had to avert his gaze. He covered it up, of course, lifting his glass of very fine wine to his lips and sipping slowly, savouring every drop and finishing with a self satisfied little sigh of pleasure.
His opponent, however, was not impressed. He reached across the dining table, through the ornamental lilies and crystal glassware, to take hold of Daniel’s collar and yank him bodily off his feet.
“Bridget is a no-go zone, understand? Do you?” Mark hissed in Daniel’s startled face, his eyes hard and solidified by anger now. Faced with a pummelling at close quarters or a quick way out, Daniel Cleaver simply nodded.
Letting go of Daniel’s collar, Mark straightened up and looked around, seeming to fully realise just where he was for the first time. In one of London’s finest restaurants, a crowded eatery, a very *hushed* and expensive watering hole. Mark Darcy, civil liberties lawyer and common thug. Nice. Getting his breathing back under control, Mark gave Daniel one final withering look and turned on his heel.
Back at the table, Daniel straightened his shirt, ran a hand through foppishly soft hair and then grinned like a Cheshire cat at his beautiful dinner date: Delphinia, drippy debutante with barely a discernible brain cell but a compensatory large bosom. Said bosom was now heaving, and her rather small eyes were rounded like saucers.
“Oh, darling, who was that yob?” she breathed, clutching her napkin. Daniel sighed, and plastered on his patented Daniel Cleaver cherubic look. He reached across and caressed Delphinia’s creamy little bejewelled hand and said softly and sincerely, “He was the reason, my angel, why I lost all my trust in women for so long. It’s a long story and perhaps, if you are a very, very good little girl I may tell it to you. Perhaps, if I can bear it.”
***
Outside, in the rainy night, Mark Darcy took a moment to compose himself. How he dreaded scenes. In the courtroom a tiger, impassioned and confident especially when defending the underdog, but in the real world, he was just not cut out for it. But he had to do something to protect Bridget from Daniel. He had to. He knew what Daniel Cleaver was capable of. Oh God, did he know.
TBC
By Trianne
Disclaimer: These characters are owned by Helen Fielding and Universal Pictures. I make no money from them – read and you will see why.
Rating: This Chapter is PG15, the next is NC17
Pairing: Daniel Cleaver and Mark Darcy
Summary: Two beautiful men, two totally different men, meet and sparks fly.
****
“You absolute bastard, Cleaver!”
“Steady on, *old mate*, is that any way to talk to your Best Man?”
Mark eyed Daniel with an icy glare that was quite at odds with those liquid brown eyes. Even Daniel, cool personified, found he had to avert his gaze. He covered it up, of course, lifting his glass of very fine wine to his lips and sipping slowly, savouring every drop and finishing with a self satisfied little sigh of pleasure.
His opponent, however, was not impressed. He reached across the dining table, through the ornamental lilies and crystal glassware, to take hold of Daniel’s collar and yank him bodily off his feet.
“Bridget is a no-go zone, understand? Do you?” Mark hissed in Daniel’s startled face, his eyes hard and solidified by anger now. Faced with a pummelling at close quarters or a quick way out, Daniel Cleaver simply nodded.
Letting go of Daniel’s collar, Mark straightened up and looked around, seeming to fully realise just where he was for the first time. In one of London’s finest restaurants, a crowded eatery, a very *hushed* and expensive watering hole. Mark Darcy, civil liberties lawyer and common thug. Nice. Getting his breathing back under control, Mark gave Daniel one final withering look and turned on his heel.
Back at the table, Daniel straightened his shirt, ran a hand through foppishly soft hair and then grinned like a Cheshire cat at his beautiful dinner date: Delphinia, drippy debutante with barely a discernible brain cell but a compensatory large bosom. Said bosom was now heaving, and her rather small eyes were rounded like saucers.
“Oh, darling, who was that yob?” she breathed, clutching her napkin. Daniel sighed, and plastered on his patented Daniel Cleaver cherubic look. He reached across and caressed Delphinia’s creamy little bejewelled hand and said softly and sincerely, “He was the reason, my angel, why I lost all my trust in women for so long. It’s a long story and perhaps, if you are a very, very good little girl I may tell it to you. Perhaps, if I can bear it.”
***
Outside, in the rainy night, Mark Darcy took a moment to compose himself. How he dreaded scenes. In the courtroom a tiger, impassioned and confident especially when defending the underdog, but in the real world, he was just not cut out for it. But he had to do something to protect Bridget from Daniel. He had to. He knew what Daniel Cleaver was capable of. Oh God, did he know.
TBC