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crack_van2010-02-08 04:57 pm
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Faithful to Thee, Cynara by Jat Sapphire (NC-17)
Fandom:STARSKY AND HUTCH
Pairing:Starsky/Hutch
Length:155k
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jat_sapphire
Author website:Most of her S&H fic is here: http://meandthee.shahrazad.net/author.php?authorid=19
Why this must be read:Because it's by Jat Sapphire, and she's one of the best. Because she doesn't fill in all the gaps; she trusts to the intelligence of her readers. Because it's long and plotty and angsty and hot and lovely. Because the love between the guys is so gorgeous and so understated.
Starsky grasped one arm and ran the fingers of the other hand through Hutch's hair as it hung halfway down his cheek. "The moon's lighting you up," Starsky said.
Hutch kissed his nose. "See any stars?"
"Not with a kiss like that."
Hutch bumped his forehead into Starsky's.
"Oh," and Starsky didn't sound remotely credible in his surprise, "you meant in the sky!"
Hutch kissed the impudent mouth, and Starsky pulled them together so tightly that Hutch felt he was sinking into the body beneath him. Becoming Starsky. The smell of sandalwood, the texture of stubble and firm muscle, the drag and give of his skin, like silk. Starsky's hair smelled sweet as the plants around them, his sweat was fresh-baked as new bread. Hutch felt as if he were spinning, a change in gravity, the cushions giving against his side and then his back. Starsky, now on top, broke the kiss and braced himself on his elbows, hands framing Hutch's head.
"Now I see stars," he said. "They fell down here."
Faithful to Thee, Cynara
Pairing:Starsky/Hutch
Length:155k
Author on LJ:
jat_sapphireAuthor website:Most of her S&H fic is here: http://meandthee.shahrazad.net/author.php?authorid=19
Why this must be read:Because it's by Jat Sapphire, and she's one of the best. Because she doesn't fill in all the gaps; she trusts to the intelligence of her readers. Because it's long and plotty and angsty and hot and lovely. Because the love between the guys is so gorgeous and so understated.
Starsky grasped one arm and ran the fingers of the other hand through Hutch's hair as it hung halfway down his cheek. "The moon's lighting you up," Starsky said.
Hutch kissed his nose. "See any stars?"
"Not with a kiss like that."
Hutch bumped his forehead into Starsky's.
"Oh," and Starsky didn't sound remotely credible in his surprise, "you meant in the sky!"
Hutch kissed the impudent mouth, and Starsky pulled them together so tightly that Hutch felt he was sinking into the body beneath him. Becoming Starsky. The smell of sandalwood, the texture of stubble and firm muscle, the drag and give of his skin, like silk. Starsky's hair smelled sweet as the plants around them, his sweat was fresh-baked as new bread. Hutch felt as if he were spinning, a change in gravity, the cushions giving against his side and then his back. Starsky, now on top, broke the kiss and braced himself on his elbows, hands framing Hutch's head.
"Now I see stars," he said. "They fell down here."
Faithful to Thee, Cynara