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Ce n'est pas un baiser (Or, Five Times Starsky and Hutch Did Not Kiss) (Not Really) by jat sapphire
Fandom: STARSKY & HUTCH
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
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jat_sapphire
Author Website: http://www.geocities.com/jat_sapphire/shfic.htm
The title's too long to put the rating in, but it's PG
Why this must be read:
That feeling - shivery, guts-in-a-knot, fearful, wildly indecisive *feeling* that comes just before the first step is taken.
He took the bear back to the front room and sat it down between the empty bottles, then lay curled on his side, staring at the dim light reflecting from the glass and the black plastic of Ollie's eyes. Hutch's body felt heavy, his limbs oversized. He had the illusion that he was sinking deeper and deeper into the cushions. He was weary, yawning, closing his eyes hopefully and then opening them with some irritation because he could not seem to sleep. Eventually, he could see everything in the room in shades of charcoal gray and black.
The bear was staring at him. At first the stare seemed kindly, but after Hutch opened his eyes to it for the fifth or seventh or some time, it began to look ... judgmental. Stern. Sarcastic. Something. He sat up and grabbed the stuffed animal, turned it a little, and still couldn't really tell what the expression was.
He was in the dark, after all, so he could barely see it. And it was just a teddy bear, not some sort of oracle, even if it had come with a note that made him cry.
... Please love them both ....
Perhaps it was that memory that got Hutch to his unsteady feet and sent him into the yet darker space of his partner's bedroom. It was the only reason he could think of afterward for taking the bear along.
Ce n'est pas un baiser (Or, Five Times Starsky and Hutch Did Not Kiss) (Not Really)
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Author on LJ:
jat_sapphireAuthor Website: http://www.geocities.com/jat_sapphire/shfic.htm
The title's too long to put the rating in, but it's PG
Why this must be read:
That feeling - shivery, guts-in-a-knot, fearful, wildly indecisive *feeling* that comes just before the first step is taken.
He took the bear back to the front room and sat it down between the empty bottles, then lay curled on his side, staring at the dim light reflecting from the glass and the black plastic of Ollie's eyes. Hutch's body felt heavy, his limbs oversized. He had the illusion that he was sinking deeper and deeper into the cushions. He was weary, yawning, closing his eyes hopefully and then opening them with some irritation because he could not seem to sleep. Eventually, he could see everything in the room in shades of charcoal gray and black.
The bear was staring at him. At first the stare seemed kindly, but after Hutch opened his eyes to it for the fifth or seventh or some time, it began to look ... judgmental. Stern. Sarcastic. Something. He sat up and grabbed the stuffed animal, turned it a little, and still couldn't really tell what the expression was.
He was in the dark, after all, so he could barely see it. And it was just a teddy bear, not some sort of oracle, even if it had come with a note that made him cry.
... Please love them both ....
Perhaps it was that memory that got Hutch to his unsteady feet and sent him into the yet darker space of his partner's bedroom. It was the only reason he could think of afterward for taking the bear along.
Ce n'est pas un baiser (Or, Five Times Starsky and Hutch Did Not Kiss) (Not Really)
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