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I Can Still Dance with a Drink in My Hand - Rebelcat (NC-17)
Fandom: Starsky & Hutch/The Professionals (Crossover)
Pairing: None, really (despite oodles of sex, this is basically gen)
Length: 149K
Author on LJ:![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rebelcat
Author Website: Rebelcat's Starsky & Hutch
Why this must be read:
My two favorite fandoms are Starsky & Hutch and their British counterpart, The Professionals. Imagine how thrilled I was when Rebelcat, one of the best writers in either fandom, decided to combine the two.
The story kicks off in Bay City when something unexpected turns up in the belly of a shark. Starsky & Hutch are on the case, and and it doesn't take long before they find their way to smack dab in the middle of BC's thriving pornography industry. Soon, Starsky has a budding new acting career and Hutch is pretending to be his lover, just so the two of them can stick together on set.
At the same time, Bodie & Doyle (aka The Pros) are undercover as hired muscle on their side of the pond. Their boss has a taste for kinky sex and drugs, with possible connections to a lot more. Business lures the crimelord to Starsky & Hutch's turf. Bodie & Doyle tag along.
It's like universes colliding.
There is sex a plenty here and Hutch posing as Starsky's SO, yet this isn't a slash story. It's not het either, as all the NC-17 is tied to the case the guys are trying to solve.
What's probably most interesting about this story is being able to see the way the two fictional crime fighting pairs compare and contrast. Despite The Pros supposedly being the British answer to S&H, in reality they are a very, very different set of characters inhabiting a much darker world. That comes across here. But the Yanks aren't only used for comic relief. Every one of the four is given a chance to shine. This is a gritty, yet fun, read.
I Can Still Dance With a Drink in My Hand
Pairing: None, really (despite oodles of sex, this is basically gen)
Length: 149K
Author on LJ:
rebelcat Author Website: Rebelcat's Starsky & Hutch
Why this must be read:
My two favorite fandoms are Starsky & Hutch and their British counterpart, The Professionals. Imagine how thrilled I was when Rebelcat, one of the best writers in either fandom, decided to combine the two.
The story kicks off in Bay City when something unexpected turns up in the belly of a shark. Starsky & Hutch are on the case, and and it doesn't take long before they find their way to smack dab in the middle of BC's thriving pornography industry. Soon, Starsky has a budding new acting career and Hutch is pretending to be his lover, just so the two of them can stick together on set.
At the same time, Bodie & Doyle (aka The Pros) are undercover as hired muscle on their side of the pond. Their boss has a taste for kinky sex and drugs, with possible connections to a lot more. Business lures the crimelord to Starsky & Hutch's turf. Bodie & Doyle tag along.
It's like universes colliding.
There is sex a plenty here and Hutch posing as Starsky's SO, yet this isn't a slash story. It's not het either, as all the NC-17 is tied to the case the guys are trying to solve.
What's probably most interesting about this story is being able to see the way the two fictional crime fighting pairs compare and contrast. Despite The Pros supposedly being the British answer to S&H, in reality they are a very, very different set of characters inhabiting a much darker world. That comes across here. But the Yanks aren't only used for comic relief. Every one of the four is given a chance to shine. This is a gritty, yet fun, read.
I Can Still Dance with a Drink in My Hand
Doyle exchanged a glance with Bodie as Trevor headed for the girl, who was now rubbing her eyes and smiling sleepily.
Bodie nodded.
Trouble.
Together, they moved up on either side of Dave, and snagged him by the elbows, pulling him back.
He looked at them, confusion and alarm on his face.
“If you know what’s good for you, keep your mouth shut,” said Bodie, quietly.
There was a grim expression in Bodie’s eyes, which Doyle suspected was echoed in his own. He patted Dave’s cheek. “We like you.”
“We’d like to see you live,” said Bodie, grinning humourlessly. He leaned in close to Dave’s ear and whispered, “Copper.”
Dave went rigid, his eyes wide.
Doyle had to suppress a grin. It wasn’t at all nice of Bodie to terrorize Dave, but it certainly was an effective way to keep him quiet. And from Dave’s reaction, maybe he actually was an undercover cop. Doyle had been thinking more along the lines of private investigator, judging Dave and his partner too clean cut to be working for Teddy’s competition. But Bodie’s instincts were usually good, however unlikely it seemed that any department would put its officers undercover in a dirty film.
More proof that Bay City was a bizarre town.
I Can Still Dance With a Drink in My Hand
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