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Chrysalis by Maverick [Rated NC-17]
Fandom: Oz
Pairing: Beecher/Keller
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maverick4oz
Author's web site: MavCat Productions or at Unit B
Why this must be read: This was written in response to a challenge to write an Oz fic where something or someone was destroyed, with the writers free to interpret that as they wished. In this entry, that was put to use in a way that enriches the character, the destruction turning him into something more, something better -- hence the title. I love it for the way it packs so much punch into a relatively small space, as with this wonderful dialogue exchange:
"Did you say something?" I ask, turning my head to face him. Clad only in his boxers, he looks sleepy and ruffled and entirely too damn fuckable.
He stills his hand but keeps it warm on my thigh. "I asked what you were thinking about so seriously? You planning a prison break?"
"Why would I want out of this paradise?" I ask, my sarcasm automatic. And the irony is, I'm not feeling all that sarcastic when I say it. There's something warm and safe, almost comforting, about being locked in a pod with Chris.
"I don't know, Toby, you tell me."
His voice is rough from sleep, and his eyes are boring into mine like if he looks long enough, he'll be able to read my thoughts. I prop my head up on my hand and smile at him. "Maybe I'm thinking about you."
He relaxes a bit at my smile. "Nah, when you're thinking about me, you lick your lips and adjust your dick."
It's snarky and sexy, and right on the money for these two.
Go, read, and send feedback.
Chyrsalis
Pairing: Beecher/Keller
Author on LJ:
maverick4ozAuthor's web site: MavCat Productions or at Unit B
Why this must be read: This was written in response to a challenge to write an Oz fic where something or someone was destroyed, with the writers free to interpret that as they wished. In this entry, that was put to use in a way that enriches the character, the destruction turning him into something more, something better -- hence the title. I love it for the way it packs so much punch into a relatively small space, as with this wonderful dialogue exchange:
"Did you say something?" I ask, turning my head to face him. Clad only in his boxers, he looks sleepy and ruffled and entirely too damn fuckable.
He stills his hand but keeps it warm on my thigh. "I asked what you were thinking about so seriously? You planning a prison break?"
"Why would I want out of this paradise?" I ask, my sarcasm automatic. And the irony is, I'm not feeling all that sarcastic when I say it. There's something warm and safe, almost comforting, about being locked in a pod with Chris.
"I don't know, Toby, you tell me."
His voice is rough from sleep, and his eyes are boring into mine like if he looks long enough, he'll be able to read my thoughts. I prop my head up on my hand and smile at him. "Maybe I'm thinking about you."
He relaxes a bit at my smile. "Nah, when you're thinking about me, you lick your lips and adjust your dick."
It's snarky and sexy, and right on the money for these two.
Go, read, and send feedback.
Chyrsalis