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crack_van2007-09-13 09:40 am
pepper-ckua.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2007-09-13 09:40 am
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Sex by Anna S. (NC-17)
Fandom: THE SENTINEL
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Author on LJ:http://eliade.livejournal.com/
Author Website: http://www.drizzle.com/~eliade/
Why this must be read:
The title doesn’t do much for me; the perhaps unintentional one in the story’s web address, “Shirts”, is much better...
But I do like this complicated story.
I like a snarky Jim; it makes me nervous when he’s too nice. And I like a Blair that just blows the snark off. Wink.
And Jim and I feel the same about shopping.
“The fluorescent lights did cruelty to Sandburg's face, tinting his skin yellow, green and tired; the department store was a catalytic hell for Jim's senses, and in it all of Sandburg was magnified. He seemed part of the mixing light and scents, and Jim hated that. He couldn't focus. The other man's hair was messy today, his clothes rumpled. An old backpack was slung over his shoulders, straps frayed. His sneakers were ancient relics, ingrained with sweat, mud, saltwater. Tramp shoes. These were good Sandburg elements and Jim could have twined his attention into this familiar, material chaos if not for the jungle of fifty thousand fucking shirts they were trapped in.”
Sex
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Author on LJ:http://eliade.livejournal.com/
Author Website: http://www.drizzle.com/~eliade/
Why this must be read:
The title doesn’t do much for me; the perhaps unintentional one in the story’s web address, “Shirts”, is much better...
But I do like this complicated story.
I like a snarky Jim; it makes me nervous when he’s too nice. And I like a Blair that just blows the snark off. Wink.
And Jim and I feel the same about shopping.
“The fluorescent lights did cruelty to Sandburg's face, tinting his skin yellow, green and tired; the department store was a catalytic hell for Jim's senses, and in it all of Sandburg was magnified. He seemed part of the mixing light and scents, and Jim hated that. He couldn't focus. The other man's hair was messy today, his clothes rumpled. An old backpack was slung over his shoulders, straps frayed. His sneakers were ancient relics, ingrained with sweat, mud, saltwater. Tramp shoes. These were good Sandburg elements and Jim could have twined his attention into this familiar, material chaos if not for the jungle of fifty thousand fucking shirts they were trapped in.”
Sex
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