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crack_van2004-09-26 08:33 am
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Type Dirty To Me by Sebastiyn
Starsky-logic, it's a beautiful thing:)
Fandom: Starsky and Hutch
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Fic Link: http://www.hootisland.com/text/eroticha/truelove.html
Why this must be read: Post-SR, it's an evolving relationship between Starsky and Hutch that you don't realize is happening until you're already there. The boys are getting ready for Christmas and their wishes seem impossible. Hutch wants a dream house and Starsky wants his leather jacket back (the one that got destroyed in the shooting). But where there's a will, there's always a way. Miracles were meant to happen.
Starsky’s cobalt eyes flashed. "Don't talk like that about it. Don't talk like that about something you gave me. Not ever. No holes. No damn holes, Hutch." Starsky patted the front of the jacket for emphasis. He furiously unzipped it and unbuttoned the front of his shirt. "No holes."
Hutch’s breath caught in his throat as his partner’s chest was revealed. Dark curly hair bushed around white scar tissue. Ragged, amorphous scars from bullets, precise linear scars from surgical knives.
Fandom: Starsky and Hutch
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Fic Link: http://www.hootisland.com/text/eroticha/truelove.html
Why this must be read: Post-SR, it's an evolving relationship between Starsky and Hutch that you don't realize is happening until you're already there. The boys are getting ready for Christmas and their wishes seem impossible. Hutch wants a dream house and Starsky wants his leather jacket back (the one that got destroyed in the shooting). But where there's a will, there's always a way. Miracles were meant to happen.
Starsky’s cobalt eyes flashed. "Don't talk like that about it. Don't talk like that about something you gave me. Not ever. No holes. No damn holes, Hutch." Starsky patted the front of the jacket for emphasis. He furiously unzipped it and unbuttoned the front of his shirt. "No holes."
Hutch’s breath caught in his throat as his partner’s chest was revealed. Dark curly hair bushed around white scar tissue. Ragged, amorphous scars from bullets, precise linear scars from surgical knives.