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crack_van2009-08-14 11:20 pm
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The Couch by T.Verano (R)
Fandom: THE SENTINEL
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Length: 3,900
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
t_verano
Author Website: Gen TS Fic, Slash TS Fic
Why this must be read: Because no one gets right into Blair’s train of thought quite like her. And this is an absolute gem, as we join Blair on a couch he’s slowly becoming a little too focused on after Jim’s kicked him out of bed in the middle of the night.
Brilliantly written and totally adorable, this *is* Sandburg..
Okay. Meditation. Perfect solution. He didn’t need sarcastic tea or -- nonexistent -- neutered coffee in order to go to sleep. He just needed to take a couple of deep breaths, choose the right mantra, find his peaceful, ever-present center. That was all. No problem.
Perfect solution.
Except maybe it would be good to know what time it was. Blair squinted pointlessly toward the fuzzy green glow of the VCR clock and sat up. Glasses. His glasses were on the coffee table -- no, end table. No, on top of one of the stereo speakers. Which was weird.
Glasses on… 1:42.
Okay. Good to know. Blair put his glasses on the coffee table and lay back down on the couch, pulling the afghan up again.
The refrigerator motor hummed. Jim was breathing evenly. Slowly. He couldn’t hear Jim breathe when he was in his own room, just when he was out here. On the sacred couch.
The virgin couch.
The Couch
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Length: 3,900
Author on LJ:
t_veranoAuthor Website: Gen TS Fic, Slash TS Fic
Why this must be read: Because no one gets right into Blair’s train of thought quite like her. And this is an absolute gem, as we join Blair on a couch he’s slowly becoming a little too focused on after Jim’s kicked him out of bed in the middle of the night.
Brilliantly written and totally adorable, this *is* Sandburg..
Okay. Meditation. Perfect solution. He didn’t need sarcastic tea or -- nonexistent -- neutered coffee in order to go to sleep. He just needed to take a couple of deep breaths, choose the right mantra, find his peaceful, ever-present center. That was all. No problem.
Perfect solution.
Except maybe it would be good to know what time it was. Blair squinted pointlessly toward the fuzzy green glow of the VCR clock and sat up. Glasses. His glasses were on the coffee table -- no, end table. No, on top of one of the stereo speakers. Which was weird.
Glasses on… 1:42.
Okay. Good to know. Blair put his glasses on the coffee table and lay back down on the couch, pulling the afghan up again.
The refrigerator motor hummed. Jim was breathing evenly. Slowly. He couldn’t hear Jim breathe when he was in his own room, just when he was out here. On the sacred couch.
The virgin couch.
The Couch