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Nuance by Resonant and Livia (NC-17)
Fandom: THE SENTINEL
Pairing: Jim/Blair, Jim/OMC (minor)
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resonant8 and liviapenn
Author Website: in medias Res and Livia's Library
Why this must be read: Take two of the best writers in any fandom and put them together. Give them a year to work out plot and character and hot, sweaty first-time sex. Give Jim even more highly attuned senses - a sixth sense, where he's reading other people's thoughts and emotions - and see what happens. "Nuance" is what happens--it's epic, wonderfully-crafted, beautifully in character, and the first time scene ... will make you melt.
"What's that?"
"This whole thing," Blair said as he came out of the bathroom, "this whole, you know, nonverbal perception, sixth sense, know which way the waiter's going thing? Well, uh, no offense, man, but..." Blair stopped in mid-tie to point accusingly at Jim. "You are terrible at reading people."
"I am not."
"Jim," Blair said sympathetically, "you totally are. I mean, whatshername, Lynette? I met her, like, twice, and I still could've told you a Jags game wasn't great place to take her on her 35th birthday."
"How was I supposed to know--"
Blair was leaning against the doorframe now, bent over with both hands vigorously toweling his hair dry. Jim frowned, thinking of the water-spots on the floor.
"Oh, and speaking of the Jags," Blair glanced up, "remember how you thought Orvelle Wallace was a murderer? Oh, and that thing with Beverly and Carolyn!" Blair clutched his towel to his chest, wet curls hanging in his face, and laughed. "That was too funny, man."
"Point one," Jim said, stung, "I did not think Wallace was the killer-- I didn't think anything. I was going on procedure like cops are supposed to do, and point two-- Beverly Sanchez?" Jim shook his head. "Jesus, Sandburg, that was, what, two years ago!"
"I know, but it was so--" Blair cleared his throat, manfully stifling his laughter when he caught Jim's glare. "Look, all I'm saying is, you can tell a girl doesn't like her lunch, but there was nothing about David fucking Lash that set off any alarm bells?" He crossed his arms in front of his chest, looking well-scrubbed and smug. "And, hell, you don't have the slightest clue when I'm lying to you--"
"You lie to me, Chief? I'm wounded."
Read the story: Nuance, and let the authors know you enjoyed it.
Pairing: Jim/Blair, Jim/OMC (minor)
Author on LJ:
resonant8 and liviapennAuthor Website: in medias Res and Livia's Library
Why this must be read: Take two of the best writers in any fandom and put them together. Give them a year to work out plot and character and hot, sweaty first-time sex. Give Jim even more highly attuned senses - a sixth sense, where he's reading other people's thoughts and emotions - and see what happens. "Nuance" is what happens--it's epic, wonderfully-crafted, beautifully in character, and the first time scene ... will make you melt.
"What's that?"
"This whole thing," Blair said as he came out of the bathroom, "this whole, you know, nonverbal perception, sixth sense, know which way the waiter's going thing? Well, uh, no offense, man, but..." Blair stopped in mid-tie to point accusingly at Jim. "You are terrible at reading people."
"I am not."
"Jim," Blair said sympathetically, "you totally are. I mean, whatshername, Lynette? I met her, like, twice, and I still could've told you a Jags game wasn't great place to take her on her 35th birthday."
"How was I supposed to know--"
Blair was leaning against the doorframe now, bent over with both hands vigorously toweling his hair dry. Jim frowned, thinking of the water-spots on the floor.
"Oh, and speaking of the Jags," Blair glanced up, "remember how you thought Orvelle Wallace was a murderer? Oh, and that thing with Beverly and Carolyn!" Blair clutched his towel to his chest, wet curls hanging in his face, and laughed. "That was too funny, man."
"Point one," Jim said, stung, "I did not think Wallace was the killer-- I didn't think anything. I was going on procedure like cops are supposed to do, and point two-- Beverly Sanchez?" Jim shook his head. "Jesus, Sandburg, that was, what, two years ago!"
"I know, but it was so--" Blair cleared his throat, manfully stifling his laughter when he caught Jim's glare. "Look, all I'm saying is, you can tell a girl doesn't like her lunch, but there was nothing about David fucking Lash that set off any alarm bells?" He crossed his arms in front of his chest, looking well-scrubbed and smug. "And, hell, you don't have the slightest clue when I'm lying to you--"
"You lie to me, Chief? I'm wounded."
Read the story: Nuance, and let the authors know you enjoyed it.