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Bid Him Come, Bid Him Go by Legion (NC-17)
Fandom: SENTINEL
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Author Website: Legion's Hidey Hole
Why this must be read:
I first read this story because it was a Sentinelization of an anthology I quite liked, but it really has a character all its own. Lt. Colonel James Ellison, discharged due to injury, buys a forclosed loft in Cascade while he tries to put his life back together. But while the previous owner may be dead, he certainly isn't gone...
He managed to take the fall correctly, body going limp, one hand slapping the floor to expend some of the force. But there was no chance he was going to be able to get up any time soon, either, even if he had been able to move through the pain. Every muscle in his leg knotted up, cramps stabbing into him, and he pounded on his good thigh, trying to literally beat down some of the agony.
**Breathe**
The soft whisper didn't make any sense, he *was* breathing, damn it, when he could force air past the lump of stiffled screams in his throat.
**Breathe**
In was an insistent suggestion, threading its way past the obstacles between it and Jim's attention. "I *am* breathing," he ground out, unthinkingly.
**No, like this.** The unseen speaker sucked in a huge draft of air through his nose, then let it go in a long, slow blow through his mouth.
Bid Him Come, Bid Him Go
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Author Website: Legion's Hidey Hole
Why this must be read:
I first read this story because it was a Sentinelization of an anthology I quite liked, but it really has a character all its own. Lt. Colonel James Ellison, discharged due to injury, buys a forclosed loft in Cascade while he tries to put his life back together. But while the previous owner may be dead, he certainly isn't gone...
He managed to take the fall correctly, body going limp, one hand slapping the floor to expend some of the force. But there was no chance he was going to be able to get up any time soon, either, even if he had been able to move through the pain. Every muscle in his leg knotted up, cramps stabbing into him, and he pounded on his good thigh, trying to literally beat down some of the agony.
**Breathe**
The soft whisper didn't make any sense, he *was* breathing, damn it, when he could force air past the lump of stiffled screams in his throat.
**Breathe**
In was an insistent suggestion, threading its way past the obstacles between it and Jim's attention. "I *am* breathing," he ground out, unthinkingly.
**No, like this.** The unseen speaker sucked in a huge draft of air through his nose, then let it go in a long, slow blow through his mouth.
Bid Him Come, Bid Him Go
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I love a good supernatural story, and this had all the ghostly mysteries with deliciously warm bonding/gentle sex - what more could anyone want from a fic?
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