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talkingtothesky) wrote in
crack_van2012-05-12 08:29 pm
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Wash This Filthy Witness From Your Hand by severinne (NC-17)
Fandom: LIFE ON MARS
Pairing: Sam Tyler/Gene Hunt
Length: 2,261 words
Author on LJ:
severinne
Author Website: journal masterlist
Why this must be read: It has Gene angsting in the shower and top!Sam. There's plenty of aggression on the surface, but care underneath. It's really interesting seeing that Sam knows how to handle Gene, while also recognising his own limitations. As ever,
severinne has an incredibly good grasp on their voices and minds and hearts.
He took a deep breath – shoulders set, jaw tilted forward – and strode over the raised threshold into the other room, Cuban heels clacking with a bone-breaking snap over the shower tiles. Sam’s eyes widened, nostrils flaring at the sight of Gene standing naked and impassive beneath the spray, water cascading over the broad physicality of that long-limbed body in rapid rivulets that only heightened his haunted stillness. His blond hair was darkened with damp, clinging to his neck in rough tendrils. There was nothing in the face that turned briefly towards him but a slack exhaustion, and Sam almost felt sorry for him, and then remembered that sorry had been his first response back in the gymnasium, and he had taken a kidney punch for his trouble.
Wash This Filthy Witness From Your Hand
Pairing: Sam Tyler/Gene Hunt
Length: 2,261 words
Author on LJ:
Author Website: journal masterlist
Why this must be read: It has Gene angsting in the shower and top!Sam. There's plenty of aggression on the surface, but care underneath. It's really interesting seeing that Sam knows how to handle Gene, while also recognising his own limitations. As ever,
He took a deep breath – shoulders set, jaw tilted forward – and strode over the raised threshold into the other room, Cuban heels clacking with a bone-breaking snap over the shower tiles. Sam’s eyes widened, nostrils flaring at the sight of Gene standing naked and impassive beneath the spray, water cascading over the broad physicality of that long-limbed body in rapid rivulets that only heightened his haunted stillness. His blond hair was darkened with damp, clinging to his neck in rough tendrils. There was nothing in the face that turned briefly towards him but a slack exhaustion, and Sam almost felt sorry for him, and then remembered that sorry had been his first response back in the gymnasium, and he had taken a kidney punch for his trouble.
Wash This Filthy Witness From Your Hand
