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crack_van2004-05-07 08:31 pm
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Brokenhearted by Veronica (Hard "R" or Soft "NC-17")
Fandom: THE SENTINEL
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
veronicaluv
Author Website: Veronica's Stories
Why this story must be read:
Brokenhearted is my all time favorite Sentinel slash story. It's the story I read when I want to remind myself why I loved this show. Veronica's characterizations are so accurate I can almost convince myself that this story might have been filmed a couple of years after The Sentinel by Blair Sandburg aired. Her writing is crisp and vivid and you'll be able to see every action play out in your mind. It’s sweet, yet not saccharine. Tender, yet doesn't feminize either character.
The story alternates between Jim's and Blair's point of view.
Veronica's own description of this story: Blair's a detective, Jim has a girlfriend. Everything's normal, so why isn't anyone happy?
When I got home, Blair was sitting on the counter, legs dangling as he talked on the phone.
"Ok, Jim's back, Simon. You wanna talk to him?"
I set down my bags and stepped between his knees, intent on nuzzling his neck. He tried backing away but I held him firmly, slipping one hand under the flap of his flannel shirt to caress his back. A strong arm came up between us, vainly trying to push me away but robbed of its strength when he started to giggle.
"Uh, no, sorry, Simon, something on tv." He managed to push me back far enough to see me, trying to keep a straight face and failing miserably. He waved a warning finger under my nose, his eyes full of outraged laughter as he dodged my questing fingers.
"Ok, ok, will do, yeah, thanks, ok, Simon, talk to you later, bye - oh my God, Jim! Are you nuts?" This was said as the phone sailed back to its new resting place in the corner of the couch. Blair's arms came around me and our mouths made a hungry and overdue connection. Long, lush minutes of necking followed until Blair finally broke away, breathing as hard as I was.
Go. Read. It'll be the perfect way to start the weekend. You won't be sorry.
Brokenhearted
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Author on LJ:
veronicaluvAuthor Website: Veronica's Stories
Why this story must be read:
Brokenhearted is my all time favorite Sentinel slash story. It's the story I read when I want to remind myself why I loved this show. Veronica's characterizations are so accurate I can almost convince myself that this story might have been filmed a couple of years after The Sentinel by Blair Sandburg aired. Her writing is crisp and vivid and you'll be able to see every action play out in your mind. It’s sweet, yet not saccharine. Tender, yet doesn't feminize either character.
The story alternates between Jim's and Blair's point of view.
Veronica's own description of this story: Blair's a detective, Jim has a girlfriend. Everything's normal, so why isn't anyone happy?
When I got home, Blair was sitting on the counter, legs dangling as he talked on the phone.
"Ok, Jim's back, Simon. You wanna talk to him?"
I set down my bags and stepped between his knees, intent on nuzzling his neck. He tried backing away but I held him firmly, slipping one hand under the flap of his flannel shirt to caress his back. A strong arm came up between us, vainly trying to push me away but robbed of its strength when he started to giggle.
"Uh, no, sorry, Simon, something on tv." He managed to push me back far enough to see me, trying to keep a straight face and failing miserably. He waved a warning finger under my nose, his eyes full of outraged laughter as he dodged my questing fingers.
"Ok, ok, will do, yeah, thanks, ok, Simon, talk to you later, bye - oh my God, Jim! Are you nuts?" This was said as the phone sailed back to its new resting place in the corner of the couch. Blair's arms came around me and our mouths made a hungry and overdue connection. Long, lush minutes of necking followed until Blair finally broke away, breathing as hard as I was.
Go. Read. It'll be the perfect way to start the weekend. You won't be sorry.
Brokenhearted
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