Aftermath
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Category:
M through R › Red Dwarf
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,501
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Red Dwarf, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Aftermath
My first story.
Currently rated G, but hopefully not for long.
Disclaimer: Don't own, never have owned, never will own.
Chapter One(?)
It was Friday, Curry Night, and it was mostly due to this fact that Lister could not concentrate on the movie. Since he had not had a good curry since, oh, Wednesday, he felt perfectly justified in this, and, since it was just a movie, he was fairly sure that this lapse could not be harmful in any way. Lister was certain that his distraction was almost completely due to the anticipation of the upcoming taste sensation, which, when concentrated entirely on his two remaining taste bud was guaranteed to be spectacular. Lister was also sure that only the smallest bit (if any at all) of this distraction had anything to do with Thursdays experience on the psi-moon. So maybe his mind did dwell slightly on that gleaming… no, that was not something he wanted to think about.
It was Friday, Curry Night, and it was mostly due to this fact that Rimmer felt a not insubstantial amount of trepidation within him. On a Curry Night, the most he had to look forward to was an evening of Listers farts so curry flavoured they must have burnt. So Rimmer was fairly certain that none of his discomfort was due to the rather intimate personal details of his mind which he had become privy to, or the pain of betrayal he denied he felt, or even the ghost of a hand on his too solid thigh.
It was only late that night that Lister admitted (though only to himself) that he had felt guilty about his betrayal of Rimmer. It was much later before he admitted to himself that he may not have been completely truthful when he told Rimmer he didn’t care. It took Lister some time to get to sleep that night, and once he did, he was subject to fragmented dreams, scenes of shallow graves, monsters and naked flesh. When he woke, he blamed this fitful sleep on an overload of curry and lager.
It was only late that night that Rimmer admitted (though only to himself) that he felt hurt by Listers selfish manipulation of his feelings. It was much later before he admitted to himself just how happy he had been that Lister had cared about him. It took Rimmer some time to get to sleep that night, and once he did, he dreamt of self-loathing, of hope, and of mourning for lost emotions. When he woke, he blamed this fitful sleep, as he did with everything, on Lister.
Currently rated G, but hopefully not for long.
Disclaimer: Don't own, never have owned, never will own.
Chapter One(?)
It was Friday, Curry Night, and it was mostly due to this fact that Lister could not concentrate on the movie. Since he had not had a good curry since, oh, Wednesday, he felt perfectly justified in this, and, since it was just a movie, he was fairly sure that this lapse could not be harmful in any way. Lister was certain that his distraction was almost completely due to the anticipation of the upcoming taste sensation, which, when concentrated entirely on his two remaining taste bud was guaranteed to be spectacular. Lister was also sure that only the smallest bit (if any at all) of this distraction had anything to do with Thursdays experience on the psi-moon. So maybe his mind did dwell slightly on that gleaming… no, that was not something he wanted to think about.
It was Friday, Curry Night, and it was mostly due to this fact that Rimmer felt a not insubstantial amount of trepidation within him. On a Curry Night, the most he had to look forward to was an evening of Listers farts so curry flavoured they must have burnt. So Rimmer was fairly certain that none of his discomfort was due to the rather intimate personal details of his mind which he had become privy to, or the pain of betrayal he denied he felt, or even the ghost of a hand on his too solid thigh.
It was only late that night that Lister admitted (though only to himself) that he had felt guilty about his betrayal of Rimmer. It was much later before he admitted to himself that he may not have been completely truthful when he told Rimmer he didn’t care. It took Lister some time to get to sleep that night, and once he did, he was subject to fragmented dreams, scenes of shallow graves, monsters and naked flesh. When he woke, he blamed this fitful sleep on an overload of curry and lager.
It was only late that night that Rimmer admitted (though only to himself) that he felt hurt by Listers selfish manipulation of his feelings. It was much later before he admitted to himself just how happy he had been that Lister had cared about him. It took Rimmer some time to get to sleep that night, and once he did, he dreamt of self-loathing, of hope, and of mourning for lost emotions. When he woke, he blamed this fitful sleep, as he did with everything, on Lister.