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crack_van2014-01-11 11:18 pm
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Shall We Dance? by Unsentimentalf
Fandom: BLAKE'S 7
Pairing: Avon/Servalan
Length: 2774 words
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unsentimentalf
Author Website: on AO3
Why this must be read: We're approaching the end of the reccing period, so time to rec some 2013 het! And such wonderful het it is too.
I know you must be bored of this criteria by now, but it's worth mentioning that the dialogue here is exquisite. Like the very best interactions between these characters on the show it's a delicious mixture of flirtation and threat, and the surrounding prose aids the crackle of sexual tension marvellously. I like that they're both after something as well - it's not just a time out: it's a mission and they are trying to out think each other, Servalan using sex as a weapon as always but also possibly, genuinely interested in Avon. Well, who wouldn't be? The image of him in top hat and tails (created by this fic) is particularly delicious. As is, to be entirely equal opportunities, the image of Servalan in a dress that can be removed with one tug :D
Excerpt:
Link: Shall We Dance?
Pairing: Avon/Servalan
Length: 2774 words
Author on LJ:
unsentimentalfAuthor Website: on AO3
Why this must be read: We're approaching the end of the reccing period, so time to rec some 2013 het! And such wonderful het it is too.
I know you must be bored of this criteria by now, but it's worth mentioning that the dialogue here is exquisite. Like the very best interactions between these characters on the show it's a delicious mixture of flirtation and threat, and the surrounding prose aids the crackle of sexual tension marvellously. I like that they're both after something as well - it's not just a time out: it's a mission and they are trying to out think each other, Servalan using sex as a weapon as always but also possibly, genuinely interested in Avon. Well, who wouldn't be? The image of him in top hat and tails (created by this fic) is particularly delicious. As is, to be entirely equal opportunities, the image of Servalan in a dress that can be removed with one tug :D
Excerpt:
He's not at all surprised. He must have known unconsciously, all along.
“Supreme Commander.”
“And President of the Federation,” she reminds him, delicately.
“Is that all? I swear it’s been months since you acquired a new title. Don't you have people enough to invent them for you?”
She shakes her head, still smiling. “I find it’s difficult to improve on President.”
“You could try God. I believe there's a vacancy.”
She tips her head slightly, acknowledgment. “Worship is superfluous, Avon. Absolute obedience is all that I need to command.”
He raises an eyebrow. “That dress suggests otherwise.”
“Do you like it?” She turns and it swirls from perfect fold to perfect fold. The top is high to the neck but narrow enough that he can see the clean white rise of her bosom on each side. He looks back to her face.
“It’s anachronistic and inappropriate,” he tells her. “Is that bow functional?”
“Oh yes.”
Link: Shall We Dance?