Magnificent Seven Story Recommendation
aukestrel has posted an absolutely *fantastic* Old West story.
Seven Seconds, by AuKestrel Go read it. It's based around the "whiskey, a room, a bed, and more whiskey" line, which is never a bad jumping off point for a C/V story, and it is just staggeringly hot. Beautifully written too with some absolutely lovely details in the writing. And there's more to the characters here than just heat, which isn't always easy to pull off in a PWP, but is *so* good to see. The kind of story that sort of makes me wish I hadn't written my own story jumping off that line, because hers is *so much better*.
Chris took care of his coat, sliding it off his shoulders even as he moved against Vin, letting Vin feel every inch of of him. Vin pushed back, ducking his head just enough to taste the burr of stubble on Chris’ chin, chasing his tongue with teeth. Chris groaned low in Vin’s ear, one hand loosening Vin’s kerchief, one hand busy with Vin’s gun belt.
“You ever stop?” Vin breathed, licking up the curve of Chris’ ear, enjoying the tang of Chris’ skin.
“When I get what I want,” Chris said against Vin’s collarbone, dark warm voice sending dark warm thrills straight up Vin’s spine.
Click here for the story.
No noticeable Vin-speak, spikedluv, though my brain was pretty much shorting out from hot-hot-hot, so I might have missed it. There's a bit of dialect in the narrative, but I had no problem with it.
So once again that's Seven Seconds, by AuKestrel.
Seven Seconds, by AuKestrel Go read it. It's based around the "whiskey, a room, a bed, and more whiskey" line, which is never a bad jumping off point for a C/V story, and it is just staggeringly hot. Beautifully written too with some absolutely lovely details in the writing. And there's more to the characters here than just heat, which isn't always easy to pull off in a PWP, but is *so* good to see. The kind of story that sort of makes me wish I hadn't written my own story jumping off that line, because hers is *so much better*.
Chris took care of his coat, sliding it off his shoulders even as he moved against Vin, letting Vin feel every inch of of him. Vin pushed back, ducking his head just enough to taste the burr of stubble on Chris’ chin, chasing his tongue with teeth. Chris groaned low in Vin’s ear, one hand loosening Vin’s kerchief, one hand busy with Vin’s gun belt.
“You ever stop?” Vin breathed, licking up the curve of Chris’ ear, enjoying the tang of Chris’ skin.
“When I get what I want,” Chris said against Vin’s collarbone, dark warm voice sending dark warm thrills straight up Vin’s spine.
Click here for the story.
No noticeable Vin-speak, spikedluv, though my brain was pretty much shorting out from hot-hot-hot, so I might have missed it. There's a bit of dialect in the narrative, but I had no problem with it.
So once again that's Seven Seconds, by AuKestrel.