Hot air and empty promises by crm
Summary:

"My arm hurts."

Nell put down her comb and turned to look at her visitor. It was not the first time she had heard this complaint today - nor the second, nor even the third. But the studiedly woeful face clearly still expected some kind of response.


Categories: Ste Therese's House Characters: Con Stewart, Nell Wilson
School Period: Tyrol
School Name: None
Genre: Domestic, Friendship, Slash
Challenges:
Series: Nell and Con: Oddments
Chapters: 2 Completed: Yes Word count: 933 Read: 2945 Published: 20 Aug 2014 Updated: 22 Aug 2014
Story Notes:

Set between the end of Camp and the beginning of Exploits. I thought that, given that Con's skin is apparently sensitive, it wasn't improbable that the hornet stings would still be bothering her a fortnight later, but I'm no more a medic than EBD was!

 

1. Chapter 1 by crm

2. Chapter 2 by crm

Chapter 1 by crm

"My arm hurts."

Nell put down her comb and turned to look at her visitor. It was not the first time she had heard this complaint today - nor the second, nor even the third. But the studiedly woeful face clearly still expected some kind of response.


"Mm. Better go and see if Matey can give you something for it." With which flippant suggestion, she turned back and began plaiting her hair for bed, continuing to watch her friend in the mirror as she did so. It was not a serious suggestion, of course - the only outcome of troubling Matey now would be an unpleasant-tasting soporific and they both knew it - but she had already made full use of her vocabulary of sympathetic noises which didn't, in her opinion, make for very interesting conversation.


It had not been the desired response. Con scowled, her own brand of agreeable petulance. "I rather think you might sound a bit more sympathetic. It hurts. It's still swollen all over. You ought to indulge me." 


"Well, what were you expecting? Omelette aux fines herbes?" Nell grinned at the indignant patient. 


"It wouldn't have gone amiss." Con grumbled. "I notice you've never cooked for me, in spite of your grand talk about the virtues of domesticity. Now remind me, what was it - 'if god doesn't give a woman a husband to cook and clean for, she should help other women instead'? All hot air and empty promises, you are, my girl." 


Nell stifled a laugh. "You know I didn't exactly mean 'other women' like that. Well, I hope you know that. More to the point I hope Grace and the girls know that -"


"It couldn't possibly have occurred to them to think otherwise." Con cut in quickly, wanting to stave off the note of sudden panic in her friend's voice. "And in any case, I think they're all rather more distracted by wondering if you - you! - could really have meant all of that politically fashionable nonsense. Honestly. 'Woman deforms her nature?' You turncoat. No, it's definitely only me wondering who you're dutifully cooking and cleaning for, in your unfortunate absence of a husband. Given it's certainly not for me," and she shot another injured look at Nell in the mirror.


Nell tied her hair and turned her full attention on her visitor. Her eyes twinkled. "My dear, you sound almost jealous. Well, I can't, can I. Product of my education and all that. I do so detest these schools, turning out girls who can construe Horace but not bathe a baby..."


Con paused to contemplate this for a moment. "Hmm. That's a pity. I daresay I'd better take up with Karen instead," she said thoughtfully, keeping her features carefully controlled.


Nell snorted. "Is that your innocent face? I'm sorry, I hadn't realised you kept fetching up in my room after lights out because you wanted me to cook for you. How disappointed you must have been!"


Con flashed her a smile, that smile, that familiar, beguiling, heart-stopping smile of Con's, hitting her in the stomach and promising that nothing else in the world outside of the room could ever matter half as much as the two contained within. "Oh, you'll do," she agreed simply, as she leant back against Nell's pillow.

Chapter 2 by crm

Much later, Nell propped herself up on one arm and watched Con's face in the moonlight. "Con? Are you awake?"

"No." Her eyes didn't open, but she smiled and wriggled a little closer, wincing slightly as she did. 

"You really ought to go to Matey about your arm, you know." She felt a slight pang of guilt as she recalled her earlier derision, however affectionate.

"Hmph. Now? It must be quite two o'clock at least, shall I tell her you sent me?" Con opened her eyes as she spoke, turning a questioning look on the woman beside her.

"Silly. I meant in the morning."

"Mm."

"Constance!"

"I didn't say I wouldn't. But I really don't see what the use is - this is just the way it always is for me. Do you remember those stinging nettles at Mayrhofen? It took at least a week to go down again. My skin is -" she searched for a word - "disagreeable."

Nell laughed soundlessly, a nocturnal laugh acquired through necessity, instinct, practice - somehow the thought of any of their colleagues overhearing laughter at this hour seemed even more damning than voices alone - and placed a gentle kiss on the nearest shoulder. "Precious, my love. Your skin is precious." She lay back down, looked up at the ceiling. The bed was emphatically not designed for sharing, but these stolen moments of closeness would make the morning's backache tolerable. "I'm serious, though. See her tomorrow, get it all sorted out before the start of term. No use storing up trouble for later."

Con wriggled slightly with displeasure, but said nothing.

Suddenly Nell realised, and smothered another laugh. "Oh, my dear. I wonder just how patient and understanding you would be, if it was one of the Fourth form trying to get out of going to Matron because she was too scared? Con!"

Without turning to look, she knew her lover was scowling again. "I'm not scared. I just - don't much want to. That's all."

She chuckled softly once more. "If you don't go to her, I will; that's a promise."

Con prodded her in lighthearted annoyance. "You would, as well. I know you." And she flung the arm in question around her partner's waist, closed her eyes, and the room was silent once more.

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