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Forever True by Elizabeth Holden (R)
Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS
Pairing: B/D
Length: Novel
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fajrdrako
Author Website: Coming soon, we hope...
Why this must be read: This is a long, lush story of absolute passion between our lads. They are uncompromisingly fated to be together, and when they are it's like coming home. I'm so pleased to see this finally online! Elizabeth Holden has a very straightforward writing style - there are few words to spare - but there is no doubting that our lads have to be together in this story, even though Doyle is... well - you should go and read what Doyle is. Forever True is a heart-wrenching, joyous rush of a novel that I can rarely put down once I've picked it up...
Excerpt: He rounded the corner and Doyle backed into him. He froze. Bodie put a hand on his shoulder and said in a low voice, “It’s just me.”
Doyle did not move. Bodie expected him to step away, to step forward, but he did not. Doyle lowered his gun.
They stood with their bodies almost touching, so that he could smell Doyle’s sexy body and feel his own blood heat. Doyle had called him beautiful. Was he teasing mindlessly? Or was the comment sparked by something deeper, something more honest, that he had not entirely spoken aloud?
As close to Doyle as this, feeling the warmth of his body, Bodie could not stop his mind from racing.
Bodie’s hand rested on Doyle’s shoulder, keeping their bodies together. Doyle made no movement that would separate them. On the contrary, he seemed to relax more closely, as if inciting touch.
Since Doyle’s head was close to his in front of him, he bent his head the few necessary inches to touch his lips to Doyle’s nape, making the kiss a lingering caress. He felt the soft curling hair against his face as he nuzzled and kissed the soft skin where the hairline met the back of Doyle’s neck. Doyle smelled like Bodie’s own shampoo, and like spring air, and like himself. Bodie let his breath run softly out against the skin of Doyle’s neck, savouring the taste and feel of him.
Doyle filled his senses, making his heart pound.
Doyle did not push him back, or speak, or step away. Instead he relaxed, leaning infinitesimally closer against Bodie, moving slightly so their bodies were in contact length to length. Bodie relished the embrace, the heat of his skin, the power of the muscles and sinews so close against him, pressed lightly to his own body.
Forever True (at the author's website) or on A03
Pairing: B/D
Length: Novel
Author on LJ:
fajrdrakoAuthor Website: Coming soon, we hope...
Why this must be read: This is a long, lush story of absolute passion between our lads. They are uncompromisingly fated to be together, and when they are it's like coming home. I'm so pleased to see this finally online! Elizabeth Holden has a very straightforward writing style - there are few words to spare - but there is no doubting that our lads have to be together in this story, even though Doyle is... well - you should go and read what Doyle is. Forever True is a heart-wrenching, joyous rush of a novel that I can rarely put down once I've picked it up...
Excerpt: He rounded the corner and Doyle backed into him. He froze. Bodie put a hand on his shoulder and said in a low voice, “It’s just me.”
Doyle did not move. Bodie expected him to step away, to step forward, but he did not. Doyle lowered his gun.
They stood with their bodies almost touching, so that he could smell Doyle’s sexy body and feel his own blood heat. Doyle had called him beautiful. Was he teasing mindlessly? Or was the comment sparked by something deeper, something more honest, that he had not entirely spoken aloud?
As close to Doyle as this, feeling the warmth of his body, Bodie could not stop his mind from racing.
Bodie’s hand rested on Doyle’s shoulder, keeping their bodies together. Doyle made no movement that would separate them. On the contrary, he seemed to relax more closely, as if inciting touch.
Since Doyle’s head was close to his in front of him, he bent his head the few necessary inches to touch his lips to Doyle’s nape, making the kiss a lingering caress. He felt the soft curling hair against his face as he nuzzled and kissed the soft skin where the hairline met the back of Doyle’s neck. Doyle smelled like Bodie’s own shampoo, and like spring air, and like himself. Bodie let his breath run softly out against the skin of Doyle’s neck, savouring the taste and feel of him.
Doyle filled his senses, making his heart pound.
Doyle did not push him back, or speak, or step away. Instead he relaxed, leaning infinitesimally closer against Bodie, moving slightly so their bodies were in contact length to length. Bodie relished the embrace, the heat of his skin, the power of the muscles and sinews so close against him, pressed lightly to his own body.
Forever True (at the author's website) or on A03
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