Ummm, I have no idea where this came from. After a year of forcing out fragments of one fic after another like pulling teeth (and letting them die on my hard drive unfinished), this just kind of popped into existence. wtf.
Totally written as a stand-alone, but I have a sneaking suspicion it’s the origin story of
this Jeff and Jensen. *squints
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And this was great as always. :) I love the slow feel of it all, that we see it through Jensen's eyes. I love that you always seem to focus on the senses, on Jeff's smell, on how he tastes, on the dim light in the kitchen, on how he feels under Jensen's hands. I love that Jensen knows what he wants, and that Jeff gives it to him, even though he's not sure about it. And I love the morning after.
In short: I love it. You're awesome. *g*
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They fit together so well in this world you have created for them :D
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