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crack_van2006-06-12 10:31 pm
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Behind the Storm We Feel by Lyrica (NC-17)
Proving that just about everything in “The Sentinel” brings out the slash in its fans, here now is some heat inspired by “Storm Warnings,” one of the more ho-hum episodes of the series.
Fandom: THE SENTINEL
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: The Forest – Lyrica’s Labyrinth, or look her up at 852 Prospect
Why this must be read:
The erotic mood in "Behind the Storm We Feel" is palpable, and it comes across as an electrical current that sizzles. Lyrica creates mood and intensity in a way that transports you directly into the story, capturing the pent up energy inside the lighthouse, and the wilderness of the storm surging and crashing into the island outside. Even better, she takes you into Jim’s thoughts in a way that rings absolutely true.
Electricity crackles everywhere in this story. It’s in the way Jim and Blair circle around each other before they come together, and in the way the storm affects Jim’s senses, and Blair’s temperament. This is an atmospheric piece, but mostly, it’s about two guys who look, and look away…but don’t this time.
He shifted slightly, sliding the knee nearest Blair to the side and up a little, hitching at his sweatpants to conceal his erection. The pillow that had been rolled beneath his legs came loose and slid off the couch. He grabbed for it, but couldn't catch it without lowering his knee, so he let it go. He didn’t think Blair could see from where he was, but there was no use advertising his arousal. Kid probably wasn’t even looking as he rambled off into another tirade about the weekend weather. But as he lifted his gaze back to his partner, he saw that Blair *had* been looking.
Blair turned his head casually away as Jim glanced up, but there wasn’t any mistaking that heavy lidded, speculative gaze traveling along his legs or the sudden stillness in the expressive hands.
He was good. Jim gave him that. Blair never missed a beat in his list of complaints. Never blinked. He went right back to waving his hands in the air. But he’d been looking. Jim dialed up his senses just a bit--privacy be damned!--and catalogued the quick stutter of heartbeat, the quick flush of heat at cheek and groin. The last of his annoyance leeched away, replaced by something that felt very like skydiving without a back-up parachute. Why did he even bother to hide his arousal? Why did they? He watched his partner, and his partner watched him. Both of them, staring at each other when it was safe. Drinking in each other. Both of them, pretending that they didn’t notice the other noticing. Why *did* he bother? And was he actually going to do what his body was urging him to do?
Was he?
Behind the Storm We Feel
Fandom: THE SENTINEL
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: The Forest – Lyrica’s Labyrinth, or look her up at 852 Prospect
Why this must be read:
The erotic mood in "Behind the Storm We Feel" is palpable, and it comes across as an electrical current that sizzles. Lyrica creates mood and intensity in a way that transports you directly into the story, capturing the pent up energy inside the lighthouse, and the wilderness of the storm surging and crashing into the island outside. Even better, she takes you into Jim’s thoughts in a way that rings absolutely true.
Electricity crackles everywhere in this story. It’s in the way Jim and Blair circle around each other before they come together, and in the way the storm affects Jim’s senses, and Blair’s temperament. This is an atmospheric piece, but mostly, it’s about two guys who look, and look away…but don’t this time.
He shifted slightly, sliding the knee nearest Blair to the side and up a little, hitching at his sweatpants to conceal his erection. The pillow that had been rolled beneath his legs came loose and slid off the couch. He grabbed for it, but couldn't catch it without lowering his knee, so he let it go. He didn’t think Blair could see from where he was, but there was no use advertising his arousal. Kid probably wasn’t even looking as he rambled off into another tirade about the weekend weather. But as he lifted his gaze back to his partner, he saw that Blair *had* been looking.
Blair turned his head casually away as Jim glanced up, but there wasn’t any mistaking that heavy lidded, speculative gaze traveling along his legs or the sudden stillness in the expressive hands.
He was good. Jim gave him that. Blair never missed a beat in his list of complaints. Never blinked. He went right back to waving his hands in the air. But he’d been looking. Jim dialed up his senses just a bit--privacy be damned!--and catalogued the quick stutter of heartbeat, the quick flush of heat at cheek and groin. The last of his annoyance leeched away, replaced by something that felt very like skydiving without a back-up parachute. Why did he even bother to hide his arousal? Why did they? He watched his partner, and his partner watched him. Both of them, staring at each other when it was safe. Drinking in each other. Both of them, pretending that they didn’t notice the other noticing. Why *did* he bother? And was he actually going to do what his body was urging him to do?
Was he?
Behind the Storm We Feel
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I plan to rec it later on, but if you loved Lyrica's BtSWF, then go read "Salt, Tequila, Lime" on her site -- it just might qualify for a "burn your face off" rating.
BTW, I just LOVE your icon! :)
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I adore "Closet Faith," too! It's been AGES since I read it.
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Great userpic, btw! :)