Flutterings

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Oh, this is perfect! Just exactly the glorious hurt and comfort I wanted. Peter's desperation had me going all wobbly in the stomach, and Bunter's catalogue of shivers - oh! And the sensuality of the whole piece is delightful, especially the way you make this deliciously sexy without losing Bunter's reverence and sense of his place - His lordship tasted of tea, and smoke, and salt, and heat, and Bunter savoured the slide and tangle of their tongues as his lordship deftly unbuttoned his shirt. GAH, SO BRILLIANT.

I love how small the positive signs are - a few words, the ringing of the bell - and yet they speak volumes. That's just right. And Bunter's determination that it's nearly tearing a page made me tear up a little - he's so protective, even in his own mind. And then when he's overcome with emotion about the sausages - you killed me. In a good way!

And Bunter's subtle humor - I love it! I cannot, however, envision our affairs reaching such an intolerable state of crisis. It would speak of extraordinarily inept management on my part. I am grinning SO HARD.

I especially adore that you took just that one line in the canon about the sausages and extrapolated from there. The "behind the scenes" moments so rarely work for me in fic because they usually don't tell me enough, but this really works and just seamlessly slides into canon in a way that I hadn't expected. I got to the end and I went "ohhhhh!"

I can't tell you enough how much I adore this. It's exactly what I wanted when I came up with that prompt. Thank you so much, my dear!