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Defining Normal by Rebelcat (NC-17)
Fandom: STARSKY AND HUTCH
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Length: 18k
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
myrebelcat
Author Website: Rebelcat's Starsky & Hutch Fanfic Archive
Why this must be read:
Rebelcat has a wonderful style of writing that's light and airy and carries you along with the current, flowing right along in the story. Not one to go on and on about inconsequential things, she gets to the point and for me, it makes me feel the immediacy of the action I'm reading.
In this story, and its companion piece, "Redefining Normal", the theme is about listening - with your ears, with your mind, listening to what you're not hearing as well as what you are.
Starsky is well out of the hospital post-"Sweet Revenge", and he and Hutch seem to be carrying on with their womanizing ways.
Seem to be.
Hutch raised an eyebrow at him. He walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Any particular reason why you didn’t want to say goodbye to the girl you just fucked?”
Shit, is he mad at me?
Concerned, Starsky tried to explain. “You all sounded like you were having so much fun. I didn’t want to spoil it.”
Hutch nodded, accepting the answer. “They’re nice girls.”
“But?” asked Starsky when he didn’t add anything more.
“I don’t know.” Hutch’s hand picked at the sheet, pulling it up into hills and then smoothing it flat. “I think maybe I’m getting a bit old for one night stands.”
Starsky tried to figure that one out. It was just sex, wasn’t it? How could there ever be anything wrong with sex? “You mean, you wanna get serious? Get married?” He didn’t say, ‘again’. He didn’t have to. He wrinkled his nose at the notion of Hutch marrying Veronica.
Hutch shook his head emphatically. “God, no! I’m not... I mean...” He stopped, looking frustrated at his inability to explain himself.
“Then, what? I don’t get it.”
“No, I didn’t think you would.” Hutch began to stand up.
That was the last straw. Starsky lunged and grabbed the back of Hutch’s pants, tugging him down onto the bed. Hutch fell onto his back, and Starsky scrambled over him, pinning his shoulders to the mattress. “Hey! You can’t blame me for not understanding, when you won’t explain!”
Hutch looked up at him, his expression unreadable. Suddenly, he lifted his head and kissed the tip of Starsky’s nose.
Defining Normal
Redefining Normal
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Length: 18k
Author on LJ:
myrebelcatAuthor Website: Rebelcat's Starsky & Hutch Fanfic Archive
Why this must be read:
Rebelcat has a wonderful style of writing that's light and airy and carries you along with the current, flowing right along in the story. Not one to go on and on about inconsequential things, she gets to the point and for me, it makes me feel the immediacy of the action I'm reading.
In this story, and its companion piece, "Redefining Normal", the theme is about listening - with your ears, with your mind, listening to what you're not hearing as well as what you are.
Starsky is well out of the hospital post-"Sweet Revenge", and he and Hutch seem to be carrying on with their womanizing ways.
Seem to be.
Hutch raised an eyebrow at him. He walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Any particular reason why you didn’t want to say goodbye to the girl you just fucked?”
Shit, is he mad at me?
Concerned, Starsky tried to explain. “You all sounded like you were having so much fun. I didn’t want to spoil it.”
Hutch nodded, accepting the answer. “They’re nice girls.”
“But?” asked Starsky when he didn’t add anything more.
“I don’t know.” Hutch’s hand picked at the sheet, pulling it up into hills and then smoothing it flat. “I think maybe I’m getting a bit old for one night stands.”
Starsky tried to figure that one out. It was just sex, wasn’t it? How could there ever be anything wrong with sex? “You mean, you wanna get serious? Get married?” He didn’t say, ‘again’. He didn’t have to. He wrinkled his nose at the notion of Hutch marrying Veronica.
Hutch shook his head emphatically. “God, no! I’m not... I mean...” He stopped, looking frustrated at his inability to explain himself.
“Then, what? I don’t get it.”
“No, I didn’t think you would.” Hutch began to stand up.
That was the last straw. Starsky lunged and grabbed the back of Hutch’s pants, tugging him down onto the bed. Hutch fell onto his back, and Starsky scrambled over him, pinning his shoulders to the mattress. “Hey! You can’t blame me for not understanding, when you won’t explain!”
Hutch looked up at him, his expression unreadable. Suddenly, he lifted his head and kissed the tip of Starsky’s nose.
Defining Normal
Redefining Normal
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