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fic: Finishing Touches

Title: Finishing Touches
Author: fengirl88
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC) / Maurice (1987) crossover
Pairing: Lestrade/Maurice
Rating: R
Warnings: none
Wordcount: 797
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, and it was kopoushka's idea to put them together in the first place.
Summary: “Need a hand?” Maurice asks, sizing up the problem at a glance.
A/N: written for kalypso_v's birthday; happy birthday to her! Thanks to kate_lear for beta wisdom and encouragement.

previous instalments of Nights At The Opera and other Lestrade/Maurice stories can be found here on AO3 and here on LJ.

Finishing Touches

The next time he sees Sherlock, Lestrade is seriously going to wring his neck. He'd also like a quiet word with the tosser who invented penguin suits, the director of the Royal Opera House and Richard bloody Strauss.

He's kicking himself, too: should have known Sherlock wouldn't pass up a chance to sabotage his trip to Rosenkavalier with Maurice once he found out about it. Or maybe Sherlock just couldn't resist watching Lestrade make a prat of himself.

“Oh for goodness' sake, Lestrade!” Sherlock had said. “Everyone knows what you're supposed to wear to opening night at Covent Garden.”

And he'd dragged Lestrade off to Mycroft's tailor for something mysteriously described as “semi-bespoke”, which Mycroft had almost certainly got landed with the bill for, even though Sherlock said it was his present to Lestrade, “to make up for – various things.”

Maurice's stunned expression when Lestrade produced the semi-bespoke outfit from its bag made him feel like a cartoon character who'd just run off the edge of a cliff.

“Isn't this right?” Lestrade asked, heart sinking. “Sherlock said – oh fuck.”

“No – no, it's wonderful,” Maurice said shakily. “I didn't dare suggest white tie – I never imagined you'd be willing to – Christ, the thought of you in that –”

He'd taken the suit from Lestrade and hung it up just so, then hauled him off to bed and shagged him so thoroughly Lestrade couldn't hold a grudge against Sherlock. Or anything else against anyone else, come to that...

It's all coming home to roost now, though: tonight's the night they're going to Covent Garden, and now he actually has to wear the bloody thing. Everything feels stiff and strange: braces instead of a belt with the trousers, a shirt with studs instead of proper buttons, the weird pointy collar, a waistcoat with three little buttons. And that's not the worst of it: Lestrade's stupid fucking tie is already crumpled from his five, no, six failed attempts to wrestle it into submission. He's going to look like he's been dragged through a hedge backwards at this rate.

Going to look even worse next to Maurice, who of course looks bloody immaculate and right at home in his own beautifully tailored penguin suit.

“Fuck!” Attempt number seven produces a worse mess than the previous six.

“Need a hand?” Maurice asks, sizing up the problem at a glance.

“Thanks,” Lestrade says, turning to face him. He's past pretending he can do this on his own.

“Turn round,” Maurice says. “It'll be easier if I stand behind you.”

“You what?”

“Trust me, it works better this way,” Maurice says.

“This is an excuse to stare at my arse, isn't it?” Lestrade complains, but he does as he's told.

“Don't need an excuse for that,” Maurice says, pressing lightly against him. “Oh god, I knew you'd look gorgeous.”

He runs his hands up and down the line of Lestrade's dress shirt and kisses the side of his neck, finding that spot just behind the ear that makes Lestrade go weak at the knees.

Lestrade thinks about saying Sod Rosenkavalier, let's go to bed, please, Maurice. But he knows Maurice has his heart set on their big night at the opera and he doesn't want to deprive him.

Maurice produces a fresh tie – probably has dozens of the bloody things stashed away somewhere, Lestrade thinks morosely. He drapes the long white strip around Lestrade's neck and does intricate things with it while Lestrade tries not to squirm.

“There,” Maurice says, taking his hands away.

They look in the mirror. Perfect.

“How the fuck did you do that first go?” Lestrade asks, aggrieved.

“Public school education,” Maurice says apologetically. “Has to be good for something.”

“Shame,” Lestrade says. “I was just starting to get into having you dress me up.”

Maurice pulls him round to face him and slides his arms around Lestrade's waist inside the tailcoat. Whispers in his ear, tender filthy suggestions about post-opera undressing and all the things he's going to do to Lestrade when they get home.

Which means that Lestrade's going to be fidgeting all the way to Covent Garden and probably half way through the first act into the bargain. If that's the sort of dirty talk you get at the opera no wonder they have to cut the trousers like this.

Lestrade straightens his waistcoat, checking again to make sure his braces aren't showing, and smooths his tailcoat.

Maurice still hasn't got a hair out of place, damn it. He's looking a bit flushed, though, and his expression is a mixture of mischievous and thoughtful that makes Lestrade feel hot under his wing collar.

“What?” Lestrade says, torn between nervousness and arousal.

“I was just thinking,” Maurice says dreamily, “what a good thing it is that we've got a box.”

Also posted at http://fengirl88.dreamwidth.org/67367.html with comment count unavailable comments.


( 19 comments — Leave a comment )
Jan. 28th, 2012 12:46 am (UTC)
I am so hyper that I feel like I'm shouting this. First some amazing Mystrade from marysutherland, who readily admits she got bits of her Lestrade from you

and now, when we hadn't dared to hope, Maurstrade. Holy hell, it's sweet and beautiful and duuurty. And so very in character all around,

I am starting to think that this might be the best weekend ever. Thank you! or as it feels in my head, THANK YOU!
Jan. 28th, 2012 01:03 am (UTC)
thank you very much - I've been meaning to write this fic ever since the previous episode of Nights at the Opera (i.e. since the autumn of 2010) so it is a relief to have managed it at last!
Jan. 28th, 2012 04:10 am (UTC)
GAAAAHHHHH, the return of Maurice/Lestrade!!! And at long last, they go to the opera!!!
Jan. 28th, 2012 01:26 pm (UTC)
thank you very much - I'm sorry it's taken so long for this to happen, but very glad they're finally in the penguin suits!
Jan. 28th, 2012 08:34 am (UTC)
Awww, this was absolutely wonderful! And sweet and beautiful and... awww <3 I love this image of Maurice dressing Lestrade up!
Jan. 28th, 2012 01:28 pm (UTC)
thank you very much! *beams* I have been meaning to write this since November 2010, which is probably a record...

Jan. 28th, 2012 07:49 pm (UTC)
Well, at least you finished! I wish I was able to write all the fics I have ideas for *lol*
Jan. 28th, 2012 07:56 pm (UTC)
I don't know whether to sympathise with your predicament or admire your capacity for having fic ideas! I find ideas almost as hard as plot...
Jan. 28th, 2012 08:11 pm (UTC)
Oh, I have ideas, but only for those fandoms I'll never be able to write properly - because I'm just not good enough of a writer to do them justice. It's terrible XD
Jan. 28th, 2012 07:53 pm (UTC)
Mmmmmm Lestrade in white tie...

It's great to see Maurice and Lestrade back again and in such a sweet, lovely fic :)
Jan. 28th, 2012 07:58 pm (UTC)
thank you very much! I'm happy to see them back again as well - I was a bit shocked when I did my fic roundup for 2011 to realize I'd written only three short ones for this pairing.

and yes, Lestrade in white tie... *drifts off into happy reverie*

Jan. 28th, 2012 09:53 pm (UTC)
Yay! I'm so happy to see another Lestrade/Maurice fic from you! It's great timing as far as I'm concerned as I'm re-reading The Bad Old Songs. Anywaaaaay, it's sweet that Sherlock takes it upon himself (in his usual forceful manner) to make sure that Lestrade is suitably dressed for the opera. I bet he'd already worked out what reaction Maurice would have when he saw that semi-bespoke suit. *g* I think it says a lot for their relationship that Lestrade would be willing to suffer at the hands of Mycroft's tailor and wear formal clothes he can't stand in order to make Maurice happy. Of course, he does seem to have great motivation as Maurice is more than happy to show his appreciation! ;-)
Jan. 28th, 2012 10:58 pm (UTC)
thank you very much - I'm pleased that it's happened as well! very glad you enjoyed it, and that the timing is good.

and yes, I think Maurice's appreciation would be quite motivating. *grins*
Jan. 29th, 2012 04:18 pm (UTC)
No thanks needed. Lestrade in full formal dress? With someone seductively tying his bowtie for him? Thank YOU for giving me the chance for a pre-posting preview! This is so lovely :)
Jan. 29th, 2012 05:44 pm (UTC)
thank you! *beams*

I did once see one young man tying another's bow-tie like this, as they were about to set off for a May Ball. I think the two of them were just friends, but it was a very pretty sight in any case. so when kalypso_v and I discussed how Maurice might need to help Lestrade with his tie, there was only one way this could go...
Jan. 29th, 2012 08:38 pm (UTC)
This is lovely, both the image of Lestrade in a white tie and Maurice having to tie it for him. It makes perfect sense how he would tie it, although I'm sure he was closer to Lestrade than was strictly necessary.

Your icon is lovely too.
Jan. 29th, 2012 08:43 pm (UTC)
thank you very much! I liked the idea of Lestrade in white tie (obviously!) and I'm glad you did too. I'm sure you're right about Maurice being closer than was strictly necessary, but he's only human...

the lovely icon was made by the brilliant julie_izumi at my request - she has lots of other Maurice and Sherlock icons as well, at coloryourdreams.
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Feb. 1st, 2012 09:21 pm (UTC)
*beams* thank you very much for such a lovely comment! so glad you liked this, and about your love for grumpy Lestrade.

I have been known to use that park metaphor myself on occasion despite my lack of any real connection with the sport...
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