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fic: Scrumping

Title: Scrumping
Author: fengirl88
Fandom: Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell (TV)
Pairing/Characters: Grant/Strange (pre-slash)
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Wordcount: 528
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine.
Summary: A conversation about fruit, in an orchard at sunset.
A/N: Written for solitaryjo's birthday; happy birthday to her!

At the end of a hard day's ride, they came at last to their night's resting-place, an abandoned farmhouse in the valley. The setting sun shone on a walled orchard full of pear trees, gilding the fruit that hung heavy on the boughs. Major Grant dismounted with an exclamation of delight and set about pulling the ripe fruit from the trees.

“What will you cook them with?” asked Strange, who doubted the farmhouse would provide what was needed here. He did not intend to eat any of the fruit: stewed pears reminded him of his childhood and attendant bellyaches.

Cook them?” Grant exclaimed in astonishment. “You don't cook pears like these, Merlin. It would be a sacrilege.”

“You would not eat them raw, surely?” said Strange, horrified. Uncooked fruit was baneful to health, as every Englishman knew. Grant was a Scotchman originally, of course, and one did not quite know what wild things might occur north of the Border.

“Would I not?” Grant said, laughing, a pear in each hand. He threw one to Strange, who put out his hand and caught it as instinctively as if it had been a cricket ball.

Strange sniffed cautiously at the golden fruit. It smelt good, rich and perfumed in a way the hard green pears in his father's garden never had. They had remained viciously indigestible even after long hours of cooking, and had tasted of nothing at the last. He looked sceptically at Grant: he was getting better at knowing when Grant was teasing him, which these days was pretty often, but Grant could still catch him out on occasion.

Grant was evidently not teasing, however. He sank his teeth into the fruit he was holding, and groaned with pleasure.

“Is it so good?” asked Strange, mildly incredulous.

For answer Grant only groaned again, and went on eating with evident delight.

The pear must be very ripe, Strange thought; Grant's mouth and chin were wet with juice. He was shaken with a violent desire to lick it off Grant, which filled his mind with a riot of images. It was impossible to hear those groans, to see Grant's shining face and not to imagine him indulging in quite other kinds of carnal ecstasy. It was also, Strange found, impossible not to want to know if those wild imaginings were correct, if Grant's appetite for the pleasures of the flesh would draw those same sounds from him in bed. Strange breathed hard, and attempted to compose himself, thanking heaven that Grant was apparently unaware of the effect he was having on him.

“Dear god, that was good,” Grant said, finishing his pear and tossing the core over the orchard wall. “It's been too long.”

He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth and grinned at Strange. The glint in his eyes suggested he had perhaps not been so oblivious after all, and that his thoughts were tending in the same direction as Strange's.

“Your turn now, Merlin,” he said. “You will never think of pears in the same way again, I promise you.”

In this, as in so much else, Major Grant turned out to be quite correct.

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( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
Sep. 22nd, 2015 02:09 pm (UTC)
Ooh, I like this one! Major Grant was putting on quite the show with that pear. Hoo, boy! Poor Strange.

The bit about raw fruit being unhealthy was really interesting. Clearly Strange has been missing out on a lot all these years.

I may never look at pears the same way. ::shakes head::
Sep. 22nd, 2015 02:52 pm (UTC)
thank you! I think Grant is genuinely enjoying his pear, but also quite happy about the effect his enjoyment is having on Strange... *grins*

I know the English suspicion of raw fruit as unhealthy went on quite late, though I'm not sure if it was still general by this point.
Sep. 29th, 2015 12:54 am (UTC)
Reminds me of some scenes in Narnia! I'm specifically thinking of the time they find a fig tree but it's been so many years since I read the books, I don't know if I'm remembering right... (must simply be the combo of "travelling + FOOD TREE")

Edited at 2015-09-29 12:55 am (UTC)
Sep. 29th, 2015 01:02 am (UTC)
hmm, I don't remember the fig tree - I do remember when they find the apple orchard at Cair Paravel but don't recognize it because so much time has passed in Narnia since they were there.
Sep. 29th, 2015 01:09 am (UTC)
I remembered that one too!

Maybe the fig tree is from another book series...? I only remember it so strongly because at the time I didn't know what figs were LOL. I seem to remember they found a fig tree while climbing/descending a cliff, and ate up a ton of figs and they were "very delicious" (perhaps because they were so hungry).

Now I have to go reread all the books, don't I? That and Little House on the Prairie...

Edited at 2015-09-29 01:16 am (UTC)
Oct. 1st, 2015 11:12 am (UTC)
I like figs, though I know they're not to everyone's taste. eating a lot of them at once sounds a bit ill-advised though...

haven't read the Little House books for years, though I used to love them - ditto the Narnia books.

Edited at 2015-10-01 11:13 am (UTC)
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