->Arrow

::highly honored squee!:: My hand and I thank you!

Instead, I rubbed my cheek there, humming a little at the feel of those pecs. Jesus, he's built.

Oh, yum. Picturing humming, rubbing-his-cheek-against-Jim's-pecs Blair makes me very happy, then you add in Blair mouthing that nipple… oh yeah. Yum.

First, there was the part where he got me naked, his eyes just fixed on me the whole time as if he were disarming a bomb.

Heh. I love that line.

And I got one of my fingers good and slick and snuck it up his ass, and he made this fucked-up noise and came so hard I almost had stuff leaking from my nose after.

Okay, how come that's both gross and incredibly hot at the same time? I just adore that sentence. If I wasn't already having a fine time with this fic, that one sentence would do it all for me…

And then the screwed-up emotions the next morning — how can Blair not be pretty sure Jim didn't want what happened, with him holed up in the bathroom puking, then being all distant and everything. The poor guys, both so wrong about having done right. I love that about them.

The fallen for a dork line is perfect, and how it turns into revelation, and how that leads to this — I'm still frozen with my hands on the counter. Both hands flat as if the earth is shaking. But it's me doing the shaking. — that detail, "hands flat as if the earth is shaking", really works for me.

And heh — "I swear he could be autistic the amount he actually communicates. In fact, I've often wondered if the Sentinel gene is linked somehow to autism." — after which Blair starts to get scientifically distracted… Heh.

Love the twist, with Jim — Jim! — being the one taking advantage of a buzzed Blair. And being terrified about it. Just… ::melt:: So tough, Jim; and so terrified. And what a cool, twisty way to get them together, finally; after that just right angsty, doubty, heartworry of a morning coffee scene.

::squeeful two-handed hugs, and hopes that you are feeling much better, and are restored to the Land of the (not-vegan-cookie) Eating::