Champers
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| Fanfiction | |
|---|---|
| Title: | Champers |
| Author(s): | Sophie Max |
| Date(s): | 1993 |
| Length: | |
| Genre(s): | slash |
| Fandom(s): | The Professionals |
| Relationship(s): | Bodie/Doyle |
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Champers is a Bodie/Doyle story by Sophie Max.
It was published in Nudge Nudge, Wink Wink #2.
Reactions and Reviews
Bodie and Doyle are assigned (in dinner jackets) as security to a diplomatic party where a shooting incident occurs. Bodie, seriously in love with Doyle, has decided to seduce him, and makes his opportunity after the party. Who is Sophie Max and why haven't I heard of her before? Is this her only Eros story, or have I missed things? I loved this story with a passion. There may be nothing particularly different about the way Bodie and Doyle (and Cowley and Murphy) are characterised here, except that it is exactly the way I interpret their characters and exactly the way I try to write them. Sophie Max could have been writing this with my brain. (Aside from the fact that I wasn't a Pros fan in 1993.) She is my doppelganger, mon semblable mon frere (as Baudelaire would say) my distant other self. This is the relationship as I most like to see it and depict it, and the theme I most enjoy: Bodie, having patiently and silently loved his partner for a long time, makes his move and is rewarded with success. This combines a heavy dose of internal dialogue and personal feeling with a nice exciting shoot-em-up CI5 action-adventure case, which is the way I like to see a story structured. And then Sophie Max writes a sex scene that has just about all my favourite details, as if she was catering to my kinks and whims and doing it to order. Okay, not every single one of my kinks and whims turns up, but pretty close - many of my favourites. Even the little details and emotional nuances, not to mention the positions, the acts and the dialogue accompanying them. Whew. Wonderful. Cold shower rime. This story was so like something I might want to write that I couldn't believe it No objectivity here. Thank you, Sophie Max, whoever and wherever you are. This was like an early a Christmas present in February. [1]