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crack_van2010-10-30 11:42 am
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Under His Skin by cjmarlowe (NC-17)
Fandom: CW RPF
Pairing: Misha Collins/Jensen Ackles
Length: ~12,800
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cjmarlowe
Author Website: Fic Index
Well, let's just start off with the fact that it's a college!AU. There's nothing I love more than a good college!AU (besides a really good high school!AU). Secondly, Misha as a professor? Who does yoga, recites filthy poetry, and once wore a skirt to school? Umm, yes, please!
What I really enjoy about this fic, though, is the characterization and the dialogue. The story itself is smart and witty and flows extremely well. And I love seeing a Jensen who isn't a prima donna or jaded by the acting scene, but is talented and smart, even if he's a little awkward with people. The way the author writes the two very different personalities and tastes of Jensen and Misha together is insightful and fun.
It's an adorable and sexy fic all at the same time.
As Misha paused to move some papers out of his way, a question came from the back of the room. "Does that mean bad poetry isn't poetry at all?"
He laughed as he leaned back against the desk, his eyes pausing on Jensen for just a moment before traveling the rest of the way to the back of the room. "That argument can and has been made," he agreed, "but even language used badly is language used deliberately."
Thank God for that, and thank God for the fact that the syllabus indicated only two creative assignments for the entire semester.
Misha was silent for moment then began to speak again, his mouth forming each word distinctly and carefully.
"Silky," he said. "Hot. Throb. Tongue. Nip. Flutter. Thrust. Melt. Shiver. Skin. Slick. Burn. Glide. Twist. Tease. Pulse. Shatter. Come."
He fell silent again and Jensen could hear only breathing, his own and everyone else's.
"Every one of those words can be used in a multitude of contexts," Misha went on finally. "It's how you use them that matters." Then he glanced at the clock and sighed. "And that is, apparently, the thought I'm going to leave you with today. Don't forget your papers on war and revolution are due on Monday, barring fire, flood or famine. Sadly, not everything in this course can be about throbbing, teasing or coming."
The hell it couldn't.
Jensen remained in his seat until he wasn't quite so obviously hard anymore, making like he was jotting down notes, then took his time repacking his things until he was nearly the last one out.
"Nice shirt," said Misha - now that he'd been invited to be familiar, Jensen had trouble thinking of him as anything else - as Jensen passed his desk. "I think my roommate has one just like it."
The same roommate, Jensen presumed, that he had borrowed the infamous skirt from. He wasn't quite sure how to take that.
Under His Skin
Pairing: Misha Collins/Jensen Ackles
Length: ~12,800
Author on LJ:
cjmarlowe Author Website: Fic Index
Well, let's just start off with the fact that it's a college!AU. There's nothing I love more than a good college!AU (besides a really good high school!AU). Secondly, Misha as a professor? Who does yoga, recites filthy poetry, and once wore a skirt to school? Umm, yes, please!
What I really enjoy about this fic, though, is the characterization and the dialogue. The story itself is smart and witty and flows extremely well. And I love seeing a Jensen who isn't a prima donna or jaded by the acting scene, but is talented and smart, even if he's a little awkward with people. The way the author writes the two very different personalities and tastes of Jensen and Misha together is insightful and fun.
It's an adorable and sexy fic all at the same time.
As Misha paused to move some papers out of his way, a question came from the back of the room. "Does that mean bad poetry isn't poetry at all?"
He laughed as he leaned back against the desk, his eyes pausing on Jensen for just a moment before traveling the rest of the way to the back of the room. "That argument can and has been made," he agreed, "but even language used badly is language used deliberately."
Thank God for that, and thank God for the fact that the syllabus indicated only two creative assignments for the entire semester.
Misha was silent for moment then began to speak again, his mouth forming each word distinctly and carefully.
"Silky," he said. "Hot. Throb. Tongue. Nip. Flutter. Thrust. Melt. Shiver. Skin. Slick. Burn. Glide. Twist. Tease. Pulse. Shatter. Come."
He fell silent again and Jensen could hear only breathing, his own and everyone else's.
"Every one of those words can be used in a multitude of contexts," Misha went on finally. "It's how you use them that matters." Then he glanced at the clock and sighed. "And that is, apparently, the thought I'm going to leave you with today. Don't forget your papers on war and revolution are due on Monday, barring fire, flood or famine. Sadly, not everything in this course can be about throbbing, teasing or coming."
The hell it couldn't.
Jensen remained in his seat until he wasn't quite so obviously hard anymore, making like he was jotting down notes, then took his time repacking his things until he was nearly the last one out.
"Nice shirt," said Misha - now that he'd been invited to be familiar, Jensen had trouble thinking of him as anything else - as Jensen passed his desk. "I think my roommate has one just like it."
The same roommate, Jensen presumed, that he had borrowed the infamous skirt from. He wasn't quite sure how to take that.
Under His Skin
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