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crack_van2007-03-10 08:32 pm
thayln.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2007-03-10 08:32 pm
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Dumping Delores, by Librathree (NC17)
Fandom: STARSKY AND HUTCH
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
librathree
Author Website: Starsky and Hutch Slash Fansite
Why this must be read:
This is simply a really good story. It's an interesting case file and a journey of discovery. Librathree has a deft touch, describing the power of Starsky and Hutch's relationship with small gestures.
Five minutes later – Hutch winced mentally at the image of the rental tux scattered like shrapnel around the bedroom – Starsky returned to the window seat, clad in grey sweatpants and a dark blue t-shirt with a rip next to the pocket. He settled in next to Hutch again, despite the lack of space, unceremoniously bumping his partner over with his hip, and put his bare feet up on the cushions.
“Am I in your way?” Hutch said archly, scooting closer to the window to make room.
“Nah,” Starsky said, snuggling down. “I do my best thinkin’ in your pocket.”
Hutch turned his face toward the cold glass to hide his smile.
Dumping Delores
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Author on LJ:
librathree Author Website: Starsky and Hutch Slash Fansite
Why this must be read:
This is simply a really good story. It's an interesting case file and a journey of discovery. Librathree has a deft touch, describing the power of Starsky and Hutch's relationship with small gestures.
Five minutes later – Hutch winced mentally at the image of the rental tux scattered like shrapnel around the bedroom – Starsky returned to the window seat, clad in grey sweatpants and a dark blue t-shirt with a rip next to the pocket. He settled in next to Hutch again, despite the lack of space, unceremoniously bumping his partner over with his hip, and put his bare feet up on the cushions.
“Am I in your way?” Hutch said archly, scooting closer to the window to make room.
“Nah,” Starsky said, snuggling down. “I do my best thinkin’ in your pocket.”
Hutch turned his face toward the cold glass to hide his smile.
Dumping Delores
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