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The joy of this. And the frustration. 😍

"I know, now help me!"

Requested by @halcyonsunset.

"I told you so."

"I know, now help me!"

With her eyes widened in fear, Audrey stared at Siegfried. With her cheeks flushed and her eyes glittering he had never found her more beautiful - or helpless. Aware what it must cost her to ask him, the failing mortal, for help, he chuckled. The dilemma she found herself in was one that he hadn't believed possible a couple of months ago, but apparently wonders never ceased…and neither did she. Once again he realised that she would never not amaze him, no matter how old they grew.

But right now Audrey Hall was in trouble, and Audrey Hall in need of his help was a novum indeed. He could see wasn't exactly scared, more annoyed, mostly with herself.

"Are you quite finished?" She snapped, reaching behind her neck.

"Not yet, but I'll get there," he promised, unwilling not to enjoy this rare moment of superiority. "Why don't you come in and close the door?" He asked and his hand wrapped around her elbow. Then he shut the door to the first exam room and asked her to sit in the chair in front of the narrow desk.

"Be careful!" She demanded when he reached out to touch her.

"I'll be as gentle as a lamb," he assured her. "But you've got to sit still."

Her answer was stoic silence and he smiled down on her. "Let's see how we solve this," he mumbled more to himself than to her and reached down to brush her hair aside. "There you are." With one gentle touch, he removed the claws from the little rodent that had been hiding beneath her dark curls. The rat had been hiding beneath her hair and had got stuck in the stitches - a situation most impractical for the both of them.

She let out the breath she had been holding when the little one was happily crawling up his arm and quickly hid in the breast pocket of his white coat.

"He were stuck," she mumbled, rubbing the spot where Siegfried's new rat had been caught .

"Let me have a look," he offered when he saw her unhappy face.

"Alright…" Still tense she lowered her hand while he once again stroked her hair aside.

"There's a tiny scratch," he said. "Wait. I'll disinfect it just to make sure." He busied himself with a pad and a bottle of antiseptic. "I appreciate your interest in our latest roommate and I admire your courage, but maybe you shouldn't allow him to climb all over you."

She rolled her eyes. "He didn't exactly ask for permission." With her front tooth stuck in her lower lip, she waited until Siegfried applied the antiseptic before she added, "It weren't his fault. I think Dash scared him when he tried to jump on me lap."

Amused by the vision of Audrey's little spaniel as he tried to regain her attention, Siegfried smirked. "In that case I'm glad he found the best hiding spot imaginable."

The antiseptic mixed with her natural scent and the soap she had used in the morning. It was beguiling and with deliberation he placed a small bandage over the cut. The temptation to run his nose over her skin to inhale her scent was all too present and all to tempting. The next step - to kiss her neck - was beyond imaginable, but, oh gosh, how much he longed to do just that!

He took his time and he sensed that she knew exactly what he was doing and why he made sure to feel as much of her warm skin beneath his fingertips as possible. She tilted her head just a little, just enough to bring her face closer to his, just enough to tempt him - she tempted him often lately. he didn't know why someting between had shifted but it had and he longed to explore it.

"Anyway," he mumbled, knowing he should clear his throat, because there was definitely a lump in it. "I'm glad you've come round to our latest family member."

The little one peeked his head now, his nose sniffing and his eyes searching for Audrey. "He likes you."

"I do like him, too," she replied in a low voice. Her nose was now close to his own, her eyes attentively fixated on his lips.

"SIEGFRIED!"

Startled by unexpected interruption, Siegfried's head jerked aside and so did Audrey's. The collision couldn't be avoided and both yelled out in pain when their foreheads clashed together. The rat yelped, too and then the door opened and Tristan barged in, distraught and unaware of the the moment he had destroyed.

"I swear to God…" Siegfried groaned, unsure whether he wanted to throttle his brother because he was in pain, because he had disturbed an intimate moment with Audrey, or both.

"We need you in the backyard…." Tristan's voice trailed of when he saw that both were avoiding each other and rubbed their respective brows. "Is something wrong?" He asked when he saw that Mrs Hall was blushing and Siegfried just glared at him.

"It's fine, love…gimme the rat…" Audrey opened her hands. "I'll take him back into his cage."

Siegfried, uncertain whether he was "love" or had only been ordered to hand over the pet, nodded. Then he stormed past his brother who remained in the doorway, a little confused. "What did I do?" He asked the housekeeper.

"Not much…but enough," she conceded with a gentle smile. Her thumb caressed the little head of Siegfried's new companion as she carried him across the room. "And now off with you. I've got work to do."

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The Audacity of being Audrey - Chapter 5 - GraceBe - All Creatures Great and Small (TV 2020) [Archive of Our Own]

Written for @attaseeinthebox

Please read the disclaimer and note the rating (M).

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New story started - Siegfried is Director of the local cricket team, and is in need of a new coach...

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Siegfried Farnon / pyjamas (companion piece to: bum and pipe)

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: All Creatures Great and Small (TV 2020) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Siegfried Farnon/Mrs. Hall | Audrey Hall, Siegfried Farnon & Mrs. Hall | Audrey Hall Characters: Siegfried Farnon, Mrs. Hall | Audrey Hall, Evelyn Farnon Additional Tags: Love, just love Series: Part 11 of A Round of Skeldale Shorts Summary:

Short and shirt.

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New story started - Siegfried is Director of the local cricket team, and is in need of a new coach...

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The Skeldale Lonely Heart Society - Chapter 4

Siegfried's playing cupid for his housekeeper and Audrey makes a shocking discovery...

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A Kiss anywhere but on the lips...

I was prompted by @my-little-random-world and I'm sorry it took me so long to come up with something. There's no fitting gif for the scene, but I hope to convey the gist of it, lol

Rain pattered against the window. Through the thick, black curtains the sound was almost inaudible, but it was there, as was his gentle humming.

After hours of relentless rain accompanied by thunder and lightning, the storm had finally calmed down, but the electricity hadn't returned just yet, making candles the illuminant of the hour while the old gramophone didn't have to rely on electric power to rattle along. The magical sound of Bing Crosby breezed across the living room, transporting those who danced in a place far far away from Skeldale House.

Where exactly Audrey was in her mind she couldn't say, but it was an unknown place, an undiscovered country - the arms of her employer and companion for the lack of a better word.

Being stuck in their home without light, all on their own with nothing but a bottle of sherry had led to this. They had been sharing a couple of drinks, and after the drinking, the dancing had subsequently followed.

It had come along most naturally, really. Him being an exquisite dancer, and her longing to dance after she hadn't done so in over a decade seemed the logical things to do after the bottle was half-empty and they had run out of excuses to stay put in their armchairs. Not that she was tipsy. More light-headed and itchy to find out if his reputation only preceded him or if he really was this magnificent on the dance floor. Turned out, he was with feet that knew what they were doing and arms that held and led as if he had never done anything else. Not once his feet had touched her toes and not once she had felt clumsy or lost her balance.

The waltz, the foxtrot, the lindy, he knew them all, preferring the foxtrot, the slowest and most sensual dance of the lot. She knew he had foregone the more daring ones like the Black Bottom or the Rumba, because he didn't want to insult her or what he thought could embarrass her. He was mindful like that, and yet she wished he would act less aware of it all.

He had pulled her closer though. With his hand firmly on the small of her back and his pelvis dangerously close to hers, they had never been so close. The physical barriers between them had never been more compromised, which was for society's standards a bigger crime than the already strong emotional bond they shared. Their connection was invisible to a world relying on images to go by, but one touch too many in public and people's tongues would waggle like puppy dogs'.

In their world a hug was more daring than a shared knowing look exchanged across a crowded room, and a kiss on the lips would be more telling than a silent prayer for his safe return in the middle of the night.

So he kissed her anywhere but the lips. Her nose, her forehead, her temple, her cheekbones… his lips absorbed a lonely tear that escaped the corner of her eye - a tear born from relief and awakening.

Wherever unknown place this would take her, she was willing to follow him. With these arms around her, she could face every challenge, every mountain she had to conquer - even the mountain consisted of her buried emotions, her own flawed existence.

As her hearing began to fail her, because the rush in her ears became louder the bolder his mouth became, she wrapped her arms around his neck, closing the last inch of the remaining distance between them. She had always imagined that his body must fit hers like the perfect glove fawned on a hand, but having his toned body pressed against hers, was even more thrilling.

His hot breath brushed over her earlobe and as his tongue started to kept pace with the rapid beating of her heart, a bolt of lightning shot through her system. The softness of his beard caressing her skin only added to the experience as her fantasy carried out vivid imaginings of his mouth exploring more of her body than her proper clothing allowed him just yet. Gooseflesh, hot and overbearing, made her gasp for her and he offered to stop, but her answer contained a couple of fingernails digging into his shoulders and a husky call for more, not less.

The gramophone needle grated over the vinyl as her staggered breath filled the room, and she levelled her face with his, aware her face was flushed and her eyes dilated, giving away every unseemly thought that had crept into her bewitched mind. Her fingers moved gently over the outline of his bread and her eyes traced his mouth, hungry, greedy to taste him…

It was the unexpected and cruel return of the light that changed the atmosphere, broke the spell.

"I should..."

"We…"

However, he didn't let her go. She remained in his embrace, her body glued to his, her eyes fixed on his mouth like a magnet was fixed on its true north.

"Just this once…" She mumbled as she pressed a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

"Once won't cut it, my dearest…" His hands moved up her sides, tickling her ribcage, close enough to touch her breasts, yet far enough to miss them out. As her body vibrated with yearning for him, she grew to understood where he was coming from.

Once crossed it was a bridge that could only be set on fire. There was no going back, no safe passage back into the world they know.

"So be it," she uttered, ready to throw the lit match.

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A Kiss anywhere but on the lips...

I was prompted by @my-little-random-world and I'm sorry it took me so long to come up with something. There's no fitting gif for the scene, but I hope to convey the gist of it, lol

Rain pattered against the window. Through the thick, black curtains the sound was almost inaudible, but it was there, as was his gentle humming.

After hours of relentless rain accompanied by thunder and lightning, the storm had finally calmed down, but the electricity hadn't returned just yet, making candles the illuminant of the hour while the old gramophone didn't have to rely on electric power to rattle along. The magical sound of Bing Crosby breezed across the living room, transporting those who danced in a place far far away from Skeldale House.

Where exactly Audrey was in her mind she couldn't say, but it was an unknown place, an undiscovered country - the arms of her employer and companion for the lack of a better word.

Being stuck in their home without light, all on their own with nothing but a bottle of sherry had led to this. They had been sharing a couple of drinks, and after the drinking, the dancing had subsequently followed.

It had come along most naturally, really. Him being an exquisite dancer, and her longing to dance after she hadn't done so in over a decade seemed the logical things to do after the bottle was half-empty and they had run out of excuses to stay put in their armchairs. Not that she was tipsy. More light-headed and itchy to find out if his reputation only preceded him or if he really was this magnificent on the dance floor. Turned out, he was with feet that knew what they were doing and arms that held and led as if he had never done anything else. Not once his feet had touched her toes and not once she had felt clumsy or lost her balance.

The waltz, the foxtrot, the lindy, he knew them all, preferring the foxtrot, the slowest and most sensual dance of the lot. She knew he had foregone the more daring ones like the Black Bottom or the Rumba, because he didn't want to insult her or what he thought could embarrass her. He was mindful like that, and yet she wished he would act less aware of it all.

He had pulled her closer though. With his hand firmly on the small of her back and his pelvis dangerously close to hers, they had never been so close. The physical barriers between them had never been more compromised, which was for society's standards a bigger crime than the already strong emotional bond they shared. Their connection was invisible to a world relying on images to go by, but one touch too many in public and people's tongues would waggle like puppy dogs'.

In their world a hug was more daring than a shared knowing look exchanged across a crowded room, and a kiss on the lips would be more telling than a silent prayer for his safe return in the middle of the night.

So he kissed her anywhere but the lips. Her nose, her forehead, her temple, her cheekbones… his lips absorbed a lonely tear that escaped the corner of her eye - a tear born from relief and awakening.

Wherever unknown place this would take her, she was willing to follow him. With these arms around her, she could face every challenge, every mountain she had to conquer - even the mountain consisted of her buried emotions, her own flawed existence.

As her hearing began to fail her, because the rush in her ears became louder the bolder his mouth became, she wrapped her arms around his neck, closing the last inch of the remaining distance between them. She had always imagined that his body must fit hers like the perfect glove fawned on a hand, but having his toned body pressed against hers, was even more thrilling.

His hot breath brushed over her earlobe and as his tongue started to kept pace with the rapid beating of her heart, a bolt of lightning shot through her system. The softness of his beard caressing her skin only added to the experience as her fantasy carried out vivid imaginings of his mouth exploring more of her body than her proper clothing allowed him just yet. Gooseflesh, hot and overbearing, made her gasp for her and he offered to stop, but her answer contained a couple of fingernails digging into his shoulders and a husky call for more, not less.

The gramophone needle grated over the vinyl as her staggered breath filled the room, and she levelled her face with his, aware her face was flushed and her eyes dilated, giving away every unseemly thought that had crept into her bewitched mind. Her fingers moved gently over the outline of his bread and her eyes traced his mouth, hungry, greedy to taste him…

It was the unexpected and cruel return of the light that changed the atmosphere, broke the spell.

"I should..."

"We…"

However, he didn't let her go. She remained in his embrace, her body glued to his, her eyes fixed on his mouth like a magnet was fixed on its true north.

"Just this once…" She mumbled as she pressed a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

"Once won't cut it, my dearest…" His hands moved up her sides, tickling her ribcage, close enough to touch her breasts, yet far enough to miss them out. As her body vibrated with yearning for him, she grew to understood where he was coming from.

Once crossed it was a bridge that could only be set on fire. There was no going back, no safe passage back into the world they know.

"So be it," she uttered, ready to throw the lit match.

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The Golden Girls | 1x13 "A Little Romance"

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Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: All Creatures Great and Small (TV 2020) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Siegfried Farnon/Mrs. Hall | Audrey Hall, Siegfried Farnon & Mrs. Hall | Audrey Hall, Jenny Alderson & Edward Hall Characters: Jenny Alderson, Edward Hall (All Creatures Great and Small), Richard Alderson, Siegfried Farnon, Mrs. Hall | Audrey Hall, Helen Herriot, James Herriot Additional Tags: Young love in it, not cannon, but it could be, You really need to have read The Son first, Richard POV Series: Part 9 of Gift Ideas for Him & Her Summary:

Richard Alderson is the father of two daughters, he reckons he’s not done a bad job of bringing them up considering. One is married to a vet, the other? Well she’s only gone and fallen for Audrey’s lad.

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The Skeldale Lonely Hearts Association - Chapter 2 - GraceBe - All Creatures Great and Small (TV 2020) [Archive of Our Own]

Chapter 2, in which Siegfried and Audrey make a deal, and Tristan delivers some hard truths...

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Chapters: 2/3 Fandom: All Creatures Great and Small (TV 2020) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Siegfried Farnon/Mrs. Hall | Audrey Hall, Siegfried Farnon & Mrs. Hall | Audrey Hall, Jenny Alderson & Edward Hall Characters: Jenny Alderson, Edward Hall (All Creatures Great and Small), Richard Alderson, Siegfried Farnon, Mrs. Hall | Audrey Hall, Helen Herriot, James Herriot Additional Tags: Young love in it, not cannon, but it could be, You really need to have read The Son first, Richard POV Series: Part 9 of Gift Ideas for Him & Her Summary:

Richard Alderson is the father of two daughters, he reckons he’s not done a bad job of bringing them up considering. One is married to a vet, the other? Well she’s only gone and fallen for Audrey’s lad.

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The Skeldale Lonely Hearts Association - GraceBe - All Creatures Great and Small (TV 2020) [Archive of Our Own]

Siegfried and Audrey decide to date again - but not each other. What can possibly go wrong?

Formerly posted as a small one shot, this will now have about 6 chapters. Thanks to @flavwaddingham and @thelifeilive1813-blog for the inspiration ❤️😍 I owe you ladies ❤️

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This is prompt no. 17 "How am I bad guy guy now?", written for @flavwaddingham. Thank you for your continued support and the great prompts!

"How am I the bad guy now?" Siegfried tore the spectacles from his nose, exasperated because his housekeeper was staring at him as if he had committed one of the deadly sins. Not that he denied to have committed a sin; he surely had, but he wasn't sure about the applied adverb, especially in this case.

"Are you proud of yourself?" She asked, actually huffing and puffing.

"Noooo…" Unsure what to do or say next, he slumped in his chair. Only to aware that Audrey Hall was a woman and usually protective of other members of her sex, he wasn't quite sure how to convey his story. He feared her disapproval, her rightful scorn, more than he feared the Almighty.

She clearly wasn't in the mood for games and it showed in her posture. "Siegfried Donald Farnon, did you or did you not stand up that poor girl up in one of Brawton's finest restaurants?"

"I did," he confessed. "But I had a perfectly valid reason!"

"Which is?"

This was delicate. He shifted in his seat. If he messed this up, she would either hand in her notice or murder him. She was by all means capable of both if the situation demanded it. The first he had experienced before, and didn't want to experience it again, and the second option was possibly on the table at this very moment.

Aside from danger of the situation, he liked it when her eyes were on fire like this. Her posture truly changed when she was furious, but it were really her eyes that did it for him. He longed for a moment in his life when these eyes would burn with longing for him.

He cleared his throat, trying to focus on the charges laid at his door.

"First of all, she was the one who forced me to invite her," he clarified. "She gave me no choice, but to ask her out for dinner." The woman in question was a new client. A young woman named Fanny Porter. Fanny was a fierce advocate of women's rights, nothing wrong with that!, and she dearly loved her pets. Her pets being a miniature pinscher and a Rottweiler, both of them blessed with horrible teeth, and a breath so bad it could kill from a mile away. Fanny could easily be his daughter and was admittedly pretty with her long blond hair and her slim figure. Her long legs were a sight for sore eyes, and he had the distinctive feeling that her upper thighs could crack nuts, but still she was a tad too young and energetic for him. She, however, had taken a shine to him, and although he had done everything to avoid her advances, he had walked right into a trap she had laid out for him. He should have seen it coming, really, but his male ego had been in the way. A week ago she had called the practice, because the pinscher had suffered from an epileptic seizure. The poor thing had been miserable, but Siegfried had made to her house in time. The pinscher had been saved, and Fanny had coerced him into a date. "To thank him properly". The prospect itself promised a heart attack, before the soup course had arrived.

"I can't do it, Mrs Hall," he had exasperatedly told Audrey later over a glass of whisky. "What will people think of me? She's twenty-two! I could be her father!"

"Well," she had mused while she had cautiously wrapped a thread around her knitting needle, her eyes firmly fixed on her finger. "You'll have to endure it. I'm sure many men will envy you."

"Couldn't you tell her…"

The glare she had shot him had silenced him in an instance. He had had to face the music on his own. Only that he wouldn't.

The idea of meeting in that restaurant with Fanny had sounded highly dubious from the very beginning. As far as he was concerned a gentleman ensured a lady arrived safely at a restaurant and after dinner he safely returned her back home - and he didn't stay for a nightcap after a first date. The rules were simply, really.

So when he had arrived at the suggested establishment he had spotted Fanny across the street, looking like a starlet. She had been headed towards the restaurant and she wasn't alone. A young man, roughly about her age, had been right on her heels. The puppy dog eyes the lad had made at her had already aroused Siegfried's curiosity, and by the time they passed his car without noticing him, he had overheard a young lover's quarrel, and had understood.

"I was a mere plot device, Mrs Hall. I was literally the broom that should clear Fanny's path to that young man. She used me to make him jealous!"

He had never entered the restaurant and had spent the next two hours in a pub nearby. After knowing that Fanny had only wanted a date him to make her desperate suitor even more jealous, he had no wish to go home early to answer the silly questions of his fellow room mates.

"But rumour has it she'd been waiting for over an hour…"

"I can assure you that Fanny is the culprit, not me. She might have told that story to save face, but I swear I saw them vanishing around the corner," he said to Mrs Hall, who seemed a little less agitated now that she had heard his version of events.

"You must have been disappointed," she said, her brow furrowed.

"Ehr…" He swallowed. "I wasn't that keen on the arrangement in the first place as you know."

"Still." She leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes fixated on the tip of her shoes. "It's been a while since you've been out on a date."

"It is." He straightened his back, likewise avoiding her eyes. "One could say it's…not meant to be."

"That's not true," she prompted, sounding almost scandalised by the idea.

"Isn't it?" He asked back. "Let's face it, Mrs Hall, my former endeavours to find something with someone that remotely resembles what I shared with Evelyn happened to be fruitless. I might as well give up on trying." The sad truth was that he was pretty sure that what he could share with Audrey could even surpass his life with Evelyn, but he could barely phrase this without risking for her to run for the hills.

"But you deserve…more."… She broke off, audibly upset. As their eyes met, he smiled kindly at her. "What about you, Mrs Hall? What do you deserve?"

"I don't know," she answered honestly. "But I hope that one day…" Her shrug was a bit helpless. "By the way you were right about one thing."

"Just the one?" He chuckled. "What is it?"

"You weren't the bad guy - and you deserve better. Much better than being the broom. The next time I see Fanny I'll give her a piece of me mind."

"Oh, I wish you wouldn't." He rose. "What good would it do? And who knows maybe they'll name their first child after me."

He stopped next to her, and she chuckled. "Little Siegfried has a nice ring to it," she joked mildly, flicking a fluff from his collar.

"But until then why don't we go to the Drovers?" He suggested. "We could mourn our wasted chances over a farmer's brew."

"And wait for someone special to fall straight to our feet?" She wondered a bit ruefully.

"Stranger things have happened or so I've heard…" He mused. "Maybe we could be each other's lucky charm."

The suggestion brought a new smile to her face. "Alright then. Give me a minute to change."

"I'll even wait for five minutes or longer," he said as he watched her rushing up the staircase. "I'll wait forever," he added in a low voice she couldn't hear.