Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
Claim: Starsky & Hutch (TV) - general
Prompt: #37 make-up
Title: Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
Author: Maquis Leader
Rating: R/NC-17
Length: five parts
Brief summary: I also like when they are undercover together. And I like happy endings :)
Link: http://maquisleader.com/starsky/yellowbrickroad1.htm
Excerpt:
“Spot anybody suspicious?” He backed Hutch up, putting a hand on either side of his head and pinning him to the wall.
"They're all suspicious." Sliding his fingers into the curly hair, Hutch laid his cheek against Starsky’s in what he hoped their audience saw as a conciliatory gesture.
"More than the usual kind?"
"Not even a twitch." Hutch was aware of the tittering and talk around them. "It really is us against the world in this place, isn't it?"
"And I'm beginning to wonder about you." Starsky stepped back and looked Hutch over. The long leopard print dress clung to a shape forced into curves nature hadn't intended.
"Watch it, buddy, I've had offers." Hutch slapped his partner on one hip, knowing it would sting like hell through the leather.
"Son of a - " He bit his lip.
"You know what they say, love hurts, baby." Hutch stepped around Starsky and sat down at his dressing table. "You smeared my lipstick."
"How?" Checking himself in the mirror, Starsky found Crimson Lady lipstick on his cheek. "You know how much therapy this is going to take?"
"Who's the one in the dress?" He tossed a tissue over his shoulder.
Prompt: #37 make-up
Title: Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
Author: Maquis Leader
Rating: R/NC-17
Length: five parts
Brief summary: I also like when they are undercover together. And I like happy endings :)
Link: http://maquisleader.com/starsky/yellowbrickroad1.htm
Excerpt:
“Spot anybody suspicious?” He backed Hutch up, putting a hand on either side of his head and pinning him to the wall.
"They're all suspicious." Sliding his fingers into the curly hair, Hutch laid his cheek against Starsky’s in what he hoped their audience saw as a conciliatory gesture.
"More than the usual kind?"
"Not even a twitch." Hutch was aware of the tittering and talk around them. "It really is us against the world in this place, isn't it?"
"And I'm beginning to wonder about you." Starsky stepped back and looked Hutch over. The long leopard print dress clung to a shape forced into curves nature hadn't intended.
"Watch it, buddy, I've had offers." Hutch slapped his partner on one hip, knowing it would sting like hell through the leather.
"Son of a - " He bit his lip.
"You know what they say, love hurts, baby." Hutch stepped around Starsky and sat down at his dressing table. "You smeared my lipstick."
"How?" Checking himself in the mirror, Starsky found Crimson Lady lipstick on his cheek. "You know how much therapy this is going to take?"
"Who's the one in the dress?" He tossed a tissue over his shoulder.