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Territorial Imperative (one through seven ) by Bone (NC-17)
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crack_van for “The Sentinel” again! Now that I’ve wrested the keys away from Jim -- buckle up! We’ve got bad guys to pursue! Dissertations that we hope pass committee! And as many tribal customs that facilitate sex scenes, gratuitous crime stories that lead to sex scenes, and well, just about anything that leads to getting Jim and Blair into bed (or onto any available surface, really) as we can come up with! That said, I’m a sucker for canon and for great characterizations that keep Jim his macho cop self, and avoid feminizing Blair.
Fandom: THE SENTINEL
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Author on LJ:thisisbone
Author Website: Bone
Why this must be read:
Is love – or sex, for that matter – a territorial imperative? Is it chemistry alone that makes you fall in lust, or in love? And what exactly is it that makes you want to claim someone else as yours – either sexually, or by taking over a sock drawer? A lot of fic for “The Sentinel” plays fast and loose with the idea of spirit animals and the inescapable attraction of Sentinel and Guide for one another. They all have their place, but here, Bone sublimates all of those impulses and puts forth some very simple questions about attraction and imperative behaviors that beautifully frame the ongoing relationship between Jim and Blair; wonderfully complex men, who are hardly perfect, as they figure out what we’ve known about them all along: they’re better together.
I was shocked that this bouncy, lusty, and thought-provoking series had not been rec’ed, and am only too happy correct that oversight. Bone is one of the best writers you’ll come across in “Sentinel” fic, and this series is no exception. It follows alongside canon events, and it is a masterful work; great voices, terrific characterizations, and molten (and very real) sex that gets progressively hotter as each story progresses.
This is, like, torture. Stakeouts are bad enough. Stakeouts overnight, in February, in the middle of freaking nowhere just flat-out suck. How do we stay awake? We drink coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. Guess what that leads to? Yup. Peeing. Lots and lots of peeing. Slowly, but surely, Jim and I are christening most of the pines in a fifty-yard radius. How do we stay awake? Well, could you sleep if you had to piss every half hour? How do we keep warm? We don't. Do you know how hard it is to pee when you're fucking freezing?!? This is why I'm standing here, leaning against a tree with my dick in my very cold hand, my back to the marginally warmer truck, whispering encouragement to my recalcitrant bladder.
"C'mon, c'mon, the faster you do this, the faster we're back in the truck. Ahhh…"
Sometimes I wonder if this is worth it. The dissertation? An excuse. The Guide thing? Convenient, but no longer really necessary. At least on the surface. On the surface, the big guy's got a handle on his senses. He could talk himself out of a zoneout if he had to; he's pretty much able to keep them from happening at all. Underneath, though, it's different. It's like I'm velcroed to him. I could have stayed home tonight. Could have caught up on journal reading. Could have watched the Jags. Could have gone on a date. Could have done a lot of things. But I'd rather be here, freezing my sorry ass off, slurping seriously high octane beverages, blaming my racing heart on all that caffeine, peeing against a tree.
Man, I have got it bad. If someone had told me three years ago where I'd be tonight, I'd have laughed in their faces. If anyone had told me I'd find the dream of a lifetime and he'd be a grumpy, he-man cop…well, let's just say my track record hasn't left much room for grumpy he-man cops. I like women. Preferably smart, with a social conscience and long, long legs. I haven't looked at men much. I look at Jim though. I get as close as I can and I watch him as long as he'll let me. See, I'm memorizing him. Because one of these days, he's going to figure it out. Someone's going to tip him off.
"Research?" they'll say. "The only thing he's researching is your ass."
Territorial Imperative
tatkreiswok, and I’m happy to be driving the crack_van for “The Sentinel” again! Now that I’ve wrested the keys away from Jim -- buckle up! We’ve got bad guys to pursue! Dissertations that we hope pass committee! And as many tribal customs that facilitate sex scenes, gratuitous crime stories that lead to sex scenes, and well, just about anything that leads to getting Jim and Blair into bed (or onto any available surface, really) as we can come up with! That said, I’m a sucker for canon and for great characterizations that keep Jim his macho cop self, and avoid feminizing Blair.Fandom: THE SENTINEL
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Author on LJ:
thisisboneAuthor Website: Bone
Why this must be read:
Is love – or sex, for that matter – a territorial imperative? Is it chemistry alone that makes you fall in lust, or in love? And what exactly is it that makes you want to claim someone else as yours – either sexually, or by taking over a sock drawer? A lot of fic for “The Sentinel” plays fast and loose with the idea of spirit animals and the inescapable attraction of Sentinel and Guide for one another. They all have their place, but here, Bone sublimates all of those impulses and puts forth some very simple questions about attraction and imperative behaviors that beautifully frame the ongoing relationship between Jim and Blair; wonderfully complex men, who are hardly perfect, as they figure out what we’ve known about them all along: they’re better together.
I was shocked that this bouncy, lusty, and thought-provoking series had not been rec’ed, and am only too happy correct that oversight. Bone is one of the best writers you’ll come across in “Sentinel” fic, and this series is no exception. It follows alongside canon events, and it is a masterful work; great voices, terrific characterizations, and molten (and very real) sex that gets progressively hotter as each story progresses.
This is, like, torture. Stakeouts are bad enough. Stakeouts overnight, in February, in the middle of freaking nowhere just flat-out suck. How do we stay awake? We drink coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. Guess what that leads to? Yup. Peeing. Lots and lots of peeing. Slowly, but surely, Jim and I are christening most of the pines in a fifty-yard radius. How do we stay awake? Well, could you sleep if you had to piss every half hour? How do we keep warm? We don't. Do you know how hard it is to pee when you're fucking freezing?!? This is why I'm standing here, leaning against a tree with my dick in my very cold hand, my back to the marginally warmer truck, whispering encouragement to my recalcitrant bladder.
"C'mon, c'mon, the faster you do this, the faster we're back in the truck. Ahhh…"
Sometimes I wonder if this is worth it. The dissertation? An excuse. The Guide thing? Convenient, but no longer really necessary. At least on the surface. On the surface, the big guy's got a handle on his senses. He could talk himself out of a zoneout if he had to; he's pretty much able to keep them from happening at all. Underneath, though, it's different. It's like I'm velcroed to him. I could have stayed home tonight. Could have caught up on journal reading. Could have watched the Jags. Could have gone on a date. Could have done a lot of things. But I'd rather be here, freezing my sorry ass off, slurping seriously high octane beverages, blaming my racing heart on all that caffeine, peeing against a tree.
Man, I have got it bad. If someone had told me three years ago where I'd be tonight, I'd have laughed in their faces. If anyone had told me I'd find the dream of a lifetime and he'd be a grumpy, he-man cop…well, let's just say my track record hasn't left much room for grumpy he-man cops. I like women. Preferably smart, with a social conscience and long, long legs. I haven't looked at men much. I look at Jim though. I get as close as I can and I watch him as long as he'll let me. See, I'm memorizing him. Because one of these days, he's going to figure it out. Someone's going to tip him off.
"Research?" they'll say. "The only thing he's researching is your ass."
Territorial Imperative
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Also, this is the direct link to this series if you'd like:
http://www.mrks.org/~bone/sentinel/territorial/index.html
It also gets rid of those yucky yahoo/geocities ads.
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