Best Laid Plans by Reggie
Fandom: STARSKY AND HUTCH
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Author on LJ: ?
Author Website:?
Why this must be read:
Having just come from a sneak preview of the upcoming Starsky and Hutch movie, I needed a huge dose of the real thing.
Best Laid Plans really helped combat my depression, as a good Domestic Bliss!Starsky and Hutch story is supposed to.
This is basically a "Plot? What Plot?" story, and it practically sizzles. Why? you ask. Well, any story involving butterscotch and Hutch, and chocolate sauce and Starsky is bound to incinerate. And this one does. Beautifully.
"Oh, yeah," Starsky said. "I knew it. You and butterscotch belong together, blintz." He laughed. "'Butterscotch blintz' - sounds like a dessert special, to me." He sank his teeth into Hutch's shoulder. "Ya taste pretty good candy-coated, blondie. You shoulda been an M&M."
"All's fair in love and chocolate," Hutch said. He moved off Starsky's chest, but only long enough to straddle his hips. Eschewing a fingertip this time, Hutch picked up the entire jar of chocolate sauce and prepared to pour the contents over his trapped partner.
Burn, baby, burn, I say.
BestLaid Plans
Pairing: Starsky/Hutch
Author on LJ: ?
Author Website:?
Why this must be read:
Having just come from a sneak preview of the upcoming Starsky and Hutch movie, I needed a huge dose of the real thing.
Best Laid Plans really helped combat my depression, as a good Domestic Bliss!Starsky and Hutch story is supposed to.
This is basically a "Plot? What Plot?" story, and it practically sizzles. Why? you ask. Well, any story involving butterscotch and Hutch, and chocolate sauce and Starsky is bound to incinerate. And this one does. Beautifully.
"Oh, yeah," Starsky said. "I knew it. You and butterscotch belong together, blintz." He laughed. "'Butterscotch blintz' - sounds like a dessert special, to me." He sank his teeth into Hutch's shoulder. "Ya taste pretty good candy-coated, blondie. You shoulda been an M&M."
"All's fair in love and chocolate," Hutch said. He moved off Starsky's chest, but only long enough to straddle his hips. Eschewing a fingertip this time, Hutch picked up the entire jar of chocolate sauce and prepared to pour the contents over his trapped partner.
Burn, baby, burn, I say.
BestLaid Plans