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Merry Christmas, Perkowitz by Jat Sapphire (NC17)
Fandom: STARSKY AND HUTCH
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Author Website: http://www.geocities.com/jat_sapphire/shfic.htm
Why this must be read: This story was originally published in the zine Dangerous Lives, Dangerous Visions. Set after Little Girl Lost, the boys are driving back from Kiko's house, with Perky between them, and Starsky's still griping about the caboose Hutch didn't buy him for Christmas.
"This guy—" he gestured widely as they sat at a red light— "doesn't have any idea what to do at Christmas."
"Oh, I don't know," Hutch said. He moved his arm, which he'd stretched along the back of the seat, until it lay warm across Perkowitz's shoulders and his hand cupped Starsky's neck. Massaged it, slowly, nape to skull and down, and again. "I have an idea, and I think it's a pretty good one."
The whites of Starsky's eyes flashed, but he didn't speak for a moment. Then what he did say was "Uh, Hutch," but the corners of his mouth twitched.
"Perkowitz is a swinging kind of girl," Hutch went on in his slightly raspy, warm-brandy voice. "Isn't she? Aren't you, Perkowitz? Wendy?" His head bent toward her; his voice rasped lower: "Want to play with the Lost Boys tonight, Wendy?"
Hutch is so smooth;) And off they go to Never, Never Land. In fact, they get up to a few steamy things in the car on the way over. They're wonderful apart, but they're dangerous together. Starsky, Hutch, and Perkowitz makes three. It's a very Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas, Perkowitz
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Author Website: http://www.geocities.com/jat_sapphire/shfic.htm
Why this must be read: This story was originally published in the zine Dangerous Lives, Dangerous Visions. Set after Little Girl Lost, the boys are driving back from Kiko's house, with Perky between them, and Starsky's still griping about the caboose Hutch didn't buy him for Christmas.
"This guy—" he gestured widely as they sat at a red light— "doesn't have any idea what to do at Christmas."
"Oh, I don't know," Hutch said. He moved his arm, which he'd stretched along the back of the seat, until it lay warm across Perkowitz's shoulders and his hand cupped Starsky's neck. Massaged it, slowly, nape to skull and down, and again. "I have an idea, and I think it's a pretty good one."
The whites of Starsky's eyes flashed, but he didn't speak for a moment. Then what he did say was "Uh, Hutch," but the corners of his mouth twitched.
"Perkowitz is a swinging kind of girl," Hutch went on in his slightly raspy, warm-brandy voice. "Isn't she? Aren't you, Perkowitz? Wendy?" His head bent toward her; his voice rasped lower: "Want to play with the Lost Boys tonight, Wendy?"
Hutch is so smooth;) And off they go to Never, Never Land. In fact, they get up to a few steamy things in the car on the way over. They're wonderful apart, but they're dangerous together. Starsky, Hutch, and Perkowitz makes three. It's a very Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas, Perkowitz
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