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Points for Spelling by Lachesis (PG-13)
Fandom: THE A-TEAM
Pairing: Face/Murdock
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
diva_lachesis
Author Website: Sea of Sin
Why this must be read: Face and Murdock can be hilariously entertaining in the hands of the right author. Here, Murdock has been trying his "oh-so-subtle" approach at getting Face's attention. As the author says, it's "good days, bad days, two explosions, and three kisses, and not necessarily in that order," and that really does sum up the story. Much of it takes place between a bathroom door in a motel. Face has gotten a clue, but isn't sure what to do about it. Murdock is persistent as only he can be. It's got great dialogue and the sex is mostly of the fade-to-black variety, which works just fine here. One of my comfort fics when I need a smile.
"I’m having a lousy day, Murdock," he said. "And I have no shoes. If I didn’t think tomorrow would be better, I’d slit my wrists. And don’t think I’ve forgotten about that, that kissing thing. What the hell’s that supposed to mean?"
“According to Messrs. Merriam and Webster, it means ‘to touch with the lips especially as a mark of affection or greeting,” Murdock replied. “I’ve read up to ‘masticated’ – which isn’t as salacious as it sounds or as chewy as it implies. “
Face was tired and not a little terrified of the answer, but he had to ask. “So, which is it?”
“Mostly it was dry and papery, kind of a bitter aftertaste,” Murdock said.
“The kisses. Focus a little here, okay?” Face snapped.
“You know, for a guy who purports to live by his wits, your lack of imagination comes as an unpleasant surprise,” Murdock said.
“My lack of imagination?” Face sputtered. “What are you talking about?”
“Is everything so black and white to you? Either or? This rigidity of thought could be the first step in the slippery slide to mundanity. Next thing you know you’ll be living in a trailer, eating Dinty Moore straight from the can, voting Republican...”
“I‘m a convicted felon, I can’t vote,” Face interrupted. “Even discounting that whole ‘on the lam’ aspect of my life.”
“Watching reruns of the Love Boat,” Murdock continued undaunted, and then his voice lowered to a sinister hiss. “Shopping for clothes at Kmart.”
Face couldn’t quite stifle his horrified gasp. “You take that back!”
“Open the door and make me,“ Murdock responded.
Read the story: Points for Spelling, and let the author know you liked it.
Pairing: Face/Murdock
Author on LJ:
diva_lachesisAuthor Website: Sea of Sin
Why this must be read: Face and Murdock can be hilariously entertaining in the hands of the right author. Here, Murdock has been trying his "oh-so-subtle" approach at getting Face's attention. As the author says, it's "good days, bad days, two explosions, and three kisses, and not necessarily in that order," and that really does sum up the story. Much of it takes place between a bathroom door in a motel. Face has gotten a clue, but isn't sure what to do about it. Murdock is persistent as only he can be. It's got great dialogue and the sex is mostly of the fade-to-black variety, which works just fine here. One of my comfort fics when I need a smile.
"I’m having a lousy day, Murdock," he said. "And I have no shoes. If I didn’t think tomorrow would be better, I’d slit my wrists. And don’t think I’ve forgotten about that, that kissing thing. What the hell’s that supposed to mean?"
“According to Messrs. Merriam and Webster, it means ‘to touch with the lips especially as a mark of affection or greeting,” Murdock replied. “I’ve read up to ‘masticated’ – which isn’t as salacious as it sounds or as chewy as it implies. “
Face was tired and not a little terrified of the answer, but he had to ask. “So, which is it?”
“Mostly it was dry and papery, kind of a bitter aftertaste,” Murdock said.
“The kisses. Focus a little here, okay?” Face snapped.
“You know, for a guy who purports to live by his wits, your lack of imagination comes as an unpleasant surprise,” Murdock said.
“My lack of imagination?” Face sputtered. “What are you talking about?”
“Is everything so black and white to you? Either or? This rigidity of thought could be the first step in the slippery slide to mundanity. Next thing you know you’ll be living in a trailer, eating Dinty Moore straight from the can, voting Republican...”
“I‘m a convicted felon, I can’t vote,” Face interrupted. “Even discounting that whole ‘on the lam’ aspect of my life.”
“Watching reruns of the Love Boat,” Murdock continued undaunted, and then his voice lowered to a sinister hiss. “Shopping for clothes at Kmart.”
Face couldn’t quite stifle his horrified gasp. “You take that back!”
“Open the door and make me,“ Murdock responded.
Read the story: Points for Spelling, and let the author know you liked it.