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crack_van2010-12-12 11:01 pm
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I'm Just A Soul (Whose Intentions Are Good) by Storm Petrel (NC-17)
Fandom: The Losers
Pairing: Cougar/Jensen
Length: 4600 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
storm_petrel
Author Website: AO3
Why this must be read:
One trope in the fandom that gets played out quite a bit is the concept that Jensen and Cougar really both want each other, but each is completely oblivious to the fact that the other guy wants him.
And what's great about this trope is that it produces, in the right hands, really long, exceedingly snarky stories that read like brilliant romantic comedies. But with guns. And being captured.
Storm Petrel's hands are exceedingly deft at this concept, producing a story that is perfect late Sunday reading.
Excerpt:
This is good, it’s better than good, Jensen’s hands smoothing up and down his spine like he can’t stop touching Cougar’s skin. It feels *good*, and it’s been a long time since anyone touched Cougar and wasn’t trying to kill him. Jensen suddenly shifts, sits up and pushes Cougar down until he’s straddling his hips, and pulls his shirt over his head. Cougar kisses him again, then Jensen drops his head, puts his lips to the edge of the stitches in the hollow of Cougar’s collarbone, and breathes against his skin. “I’d never have told them, not a thing, I swear. But after you were dead, I swear to god I was going to take them apart.”
I'm Just A Soul (Whose Intentions Are Good)
Pairing: Cougar/Jensen
Length: 4600 words
Author on LJ:
storm_petrelAuthor Website: AO3
Why this must be read:
One trope in the fandom that gets played out quite a bit is the concept that Jensen and Cougar really both want each other, but each is completely oblivious to the fact that the other guy wants him.
And what's great about this trope is that it produces, in the right hands, really long, exceedingly snarky stories that read like brilliant romantic comedies. But with guns. And being captured.
Storm Petrel's hands are exceedingly deft at this concept, producing a story that is perfect late Sunday reading.
Excerpt:
This is good, it’s better than good, Jensen’s hands smoothing up and down his spine like he can’t stop touching Cougar’s skin. It feels *good*, and it’s been a long time since anyone touched Cougar and wasn’t trying to kill him. Jensen suddenly shifts, sits up and pushes Cougar down until he’s straddling his hips, and pulls his shirt over his head. Cougar kisses him again, then Jensen drops his head, puts his lips to the edge of the stitches in the hollow of Cougar’s collarbone, and breathes against his skin. “I’d never have told them, not a thing, I swear. But after you were dead, I swear to god I was going to take them apart.”
I'm Just A Soul (Whose Intentions Are Good)