Reaching Out by JaneDavitt (NC-17)

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Hi, bluebrocade here, driving the Sentinel van this month. I'm going to try something a little different this time, my 3rd time driving this van -- I'm only going to rec stories by authors who haven't been recced before on crack_van in this fandom. No offense to all the wonderful, well-known TS writers -- Lemon Drop, Resonant, Legion, Francesca, etc. -- but we all know about them already, right? So, I've been compiling a list of fabulous fics by less well-known authors. Let's support them and encourage them to write more! (Also, if you have any suggestion for authors not recced here before, please drop me an email.)

Fandom: THE SENTINEL
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Author on LJ: janedavitt
Author Website: Jane's Stories
Why this must be read: Jane's a relatively new Sentinel writer, whose fics I've been devouring lately. She's got a great style, a beautiful way with words, and she's great at writing pitch-perfect bantery dialogue for the boys. It was hard to pick just one story to rec. She has several short stories that I adore -- especially Don't Say A Word -- but I've chosen one of her longer fics here. In this fic, Blair makes a passive-agressive move on Jim a week after he forbids Jim from using his senses on him. Jim's not sure what's going on, what to do -- and he's not allowed to use his senses to figure it out.

Excerpt:

Just when I was on the edge of cracking, driven there by the final straw of an intermittent humming as he tried to accompany the onscreen soundtrack, he lunged for the remote on the table, already grinning, focused on the prize.

Not a chance, Chief.

I grabbed it first, held it up out of reach, and glared at him.

"Come on, Jim; it's the commercials; I've got time to check what's on the other channels."

"No."

"Why?" His hand strained up but he didn't get close, and for some reason, he didn't improve his chances by kneeling or, God forbid, standing on the couch. Maybe I'd house-trained him a little, after all.

"Because it doesn't matter what's on; we're watching the movie."

"Sure we are, yes, we are, we definitely are. I just want to see…."

Attention span of a goldfish. I tossed the remote on the couch beside me, away from him. "No."

And that should've been it, victory mine, but he tucked his feet up under him, twisted sideways, and lunged again, this time across me, leaving me with a lapful of squirming Sandburg, arm outstretched, fingers groping for control over my fucking TV.

This fic is essentially one long, really hot sex scene, but it's not a PWP. Jim and Blair are talking the whole time, slowing figuring things out. Read and enjoy...

Reaching Out