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Beneath the Skin by lamardeuse (NC-17)
Fandom: STARSKY & HUTCH
Pairing:Starsky/Hutch
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lamardeuse
Author Website: http://lamardeuse.dreamhost.com
Why this must be read:
Post Sweet Revenge fic, where it all finally comes out: the fear, the heart- and mind-sickness that comes from staring at the dark side of humanity for too long, and the longing for the only touch that makes it worth bearing.
Excerpt:
... he needed to figure out a way to get through to Hutch before he withdrew even farther. Before he could talk himself out of it, he reached out and laid a hand on Hutch’s shoulder. He held his breath as he felt Hutch stiffen under his touch for a moment before relaxing with a bone-deep sigh. Relief flooded through him as Hutch turned to him and smiled wryly.
“Not much of a vacation, putting up with me, huh?”
“Didn’t come here for a vacation,” Starsky responded automatically. “Came here for you.”
Hutch’s gaze softened and he reached up to cover Starsky’s hand with his own. A slight breath of wind stirred Hutch’s hair and raised small, shivering ripples on the perfect skin of the lake, and in the bright moonlight Starsky could see that Hutch looked stripped bare, raw, poised as if contemplating a dive into deep and dangerous water.
Starsky’s other hand rose, stretching toward Hutch’s face. A small part of his brain asked him what the hell he thought he was doing, but he ignored it. He suddenly needed to touch as much of Hutch as he possibly could; there was nothing wrong with that, was there?
And then a loud splash startled the hell out of him.
“Jeez!” Starsky exclaimed. Turning toward the lake, he saw a widening circle of ripples about twenty feet out from the shore. “What the—”
“Just a fish jumping,” Hutch told him. His voice was scratchy and rough. Starsky looked at him, but Hutch’s face was turned toward the lake, and even from this angle Starsky could see the moment of vulnerability had passed.
“Oh,” Starsky muttered, feeling angry and frustrated and turned on and strangely weightless. “Yeah.”
Hutch pushed himself to his feet, but didn’t offer Starsky a hand up. By the time Starsky was standing, Hutch was already headed back up into the woods, the darkness molding to his body like armor.
Beneath the Skin
Pairing:Starsky/Hutch
Author on LJ:
lamardeuseAuthor Website: http://lamardeuse.dreamhost.com
Why this must be read:
Post Sweet Revenge fic, where it all finally comes out: the fear, the heart- and mind-sickness that comes from staring at the dark side of humanity for too long, and the longing for the only touch that makes it worth bearing.
Excerpt:
... he needed to figure out a way to get through to Hutch before he withdrew even farther. Before he could talk himself out of it, he reached out and laid a hand on Hutch’s shoulder. He held his breath as he felt Hutch stiffen under his touch for a moment before relaxing with a bone-deep sigh. Relief flooded through him as Hutch turned to him and smiled wryly.
“Not much of a vacation, putting up with me, huh?”
“Didn’t come here for a vacation,” Starsky responded automatically. “Came here for you.”
Hutch’s gaze softened and he reached up to cover Starsky’s hand with his own. A slight breath of wind stirred Hutch’s hair and raised small, shivering ripples on the perfect skin of the lake, and in the bright moonlight Starsky could see that Hutch looked stripped bare, raw, poised as if contemplating a dive into deep and dangerous water.
Starsky’s other hand rose, stretching toward Hutch’s face. A small part of his brain asked him what the hell he thought he was doing, but he ignored it. He suddenly needed to touch as much of Hutch as he possibly could; there was nothing wrong with that, was there?
And then a loud splash startled the hell out of him.
“Jeez!” Starsky exclaimed. Turning toward the lake, he saw a widening circle of ripples about twenty feet out from the shore. “What the—”
“Just a fish jumping,” Hutch told him. His voice was scratchy and rough. Starsky looked at him, but Hutch’s face was turned toward the lake, and even from this angle Starsky could see the moment of vulnerability had passed.
“Oh,” Starsky muttered, feeling angry and frustrated and turned on and strangely weightless. “Yeah.”
Hutch pushed himself to his feet, but didn’t offer Starsky a hand up. By the time Starsky was standing, Hutch was already headed back up into the woods, the darkness molding to his body like armor.
Beneath the Skin