{"id":70,"date":"2016-12-21T06:05:49","date_gmt":"2016-12-21T06:05:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/advent.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2016\/calendar\/?p=70"},"modified":"2016-12-21T06:05:49","modified_gmt":"2016-12-21T06:05:49","slug":"december-21st-love-in-the-afternoon-by-dppatricks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/advent.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2016\/calendar\/?p=70","title":{"rendered":"December 21st- Love in the Afternoon by DPPatricks"},"content":{"rendered":"

Author’s Note:<\/span> <\/strong>When Dawnebeth made her \u2018Tuesday Recs\u2019 on 10\/25\/16 on the 911 lj site, asking for readers\u2019 favorite S&H stories with \u2018Love\u2019 in the title, I realized I hadn\u2019t written one, yet. Such an oversight couldn\u2019t be allowed to continue, so\u2026.<\/span><\/p>\n

A 2016 afternoon.<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cUh\u2026 uh, Hutch?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHmmmmm?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI think I crashed Google.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d Hutch rolled over and opened a bleary eye. \u201cWhat did you say?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI, uh, I think I just caused Google to crash.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch sat up, pushed pillows behind his back and rubbed the sleepiness from his eyes. \u201cHow could you do something like that, Starsk?\u201d he asked, sharply. \u201cWhy would<\/em> you do something like that?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t mean to,\u201d Starsky, semi-whined. \u201cI just typed one word in the search line.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat word,\u201d Hutch asked, suspiciously.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLove,\u201d was his soft answer.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you think that caused the largest search engine in the world to\u2026 implode?\u201d Hutch queried, dumbfounded.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLooks like it,\u201d Starsky replied. \u201cAt first, nothing happened after I hit \u2018Enter.\u2019 But then I could almost see the ones and zeros smokin\u2019, they were trying so hard to come up with references. The little number of expected hits kept spiraling up, the last I saw it was over ninety-nine billion and then\u2026 the screen went white.\u201d He cast a soulful look at Hutch. \u201cDoes that mean it died?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know what it means,\u201d Hutch replied, soberly. \u201cHere, let me see your laptop.\u201d He grabbed his reading glasses off the nightstand.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky passed him the small, thin, lightweight piece of technology. Hutch hit a few keys. \u201cOh, good, at least Internet Explorer is still viable. Let\u2019s try Bing.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSo I didn\u2019t kill the little feller entirely?\u201d Starsky asked, hopefully, his chin against Hutch\u2019s bicep, granny glasses slipping down his nose.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch gently pushed the glasses back up and dropped a kiss into the convenient salt \u2018n\u2019 chocolate curls. \u201cNope. Possibly only Google\u2019s been affected by your apparently impossible search. They\u2019ll undoubtedly have the problem fixed in no time.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky sat up but scooted close, putting an arm around Hutch\u2019s shoulders and leaning down to watch the flying fingers.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhy were you looking up \u2018love\u2019 in the first place, Starsk?\u201d Hutch asked as he tried various other search engines successfully.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell\u2026\u201d Starsky began, sounding slightly embarrassed, \u201cwhen I couldn\u2019t get to sleep after we laid down for our nap, I rolled over and watched you.\u201d He ran his fingers into Hutch\u2019s lustrous, silky soft hair. \u201cThe sun was peekin\u2019 through the slats in the blinds and couldn\u2019t seem to make up its mind if it wanted to shine you up all silvery, or golden.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch reached up, caught his lover\u2019s hand with his left and brought it around to his mouth. Slowly, while continuing to type with his right, he kissed and sucked lightly on each of the finger tips.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky\u2019s breathing deepened and he closed his eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou were saying?\u201d Hutch said, mischievously.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky shuddered and opened his eyes. \u201cWhere was I?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch swallowed a satisfied smile. \u201cYou couldn\u2019t get to sleep.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, yeah.\u201d Clearly reluctantly, Starsky took his hand away from Hutch\u2019s ministrations and sat back against the headboard. \u201cYou were lyin\u2019 there so peaceful and gorgeous and I thought of a Gary Cooper movie.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch stopped touching keys and looked at his partner. \u201cWhich one?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI couldn\u2019t remember the whole title so I tried the one word, \u2018love\u2019.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd that caused all this?\u201d Hutch asked, lifting his hands off the keyboard.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYup,\u201d Starsky agreed. \u201cI\u2019ve thought of it now though\u201d he went on quickly.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOkay,\u201d Hutch replied, typing again. \u201cSo which film was it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLove in the Afternoon,\u201d was his timid reply.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch smiled radiantly. \u201cThat\u2019s beautiful, Starsk.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky\u2019s expressive face lit up. \u201cYou don\u2019t think it\u2019s silly?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch caught Starsky\u2019s left hand again and kissed it. \u201cOf course I don\u2019t, dummy.\u201d He went back to typing. \u201cThe older we get the more I enjoy your mushy moments.\u201d Sending a quick smile into Starsky\u2019s eyes, he added, \u201cPlus the fact that we both still have them.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOkay,\u201d Starsky went on, sounding happy. \u201cMovin\u2019 right along then, you remember the flick?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSure I do,\u201d Hutch replied, \u201cit\u2019s a classic. Billy Wilder directed Cooper and Audrey Hepburn in what I think the reviewers called a \u2018sparkling romantic comedy\u2019.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah,\u201d Starsky said, sounding pleased with himself.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHere\u2019s a still,\u201d Hutch said, softly, turning the computer so that Starsky could more easily see the screen.<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky adjusted his glasses again and leaned over Hutch\u2019s shoulder.<\/span><\/p>\n

A frame from the film showed Hepburn at her loveliest, and Cooper at his most dashing, about to kiss.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah,\u201d Starsky breathed.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hutch closed the laptop and put it on the floor before turning to his long time partner, best friend and lover. Taking both their reading glasses off and dropping them on the discarded computer, he took Starsky in his arms.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAm I Hepburn here?\u201d Starsky asked coquettishly, \u201cor are you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, I think,\u201d Hutch mused, \u201cwith that gleam in your eyes, you\u2019ll have to be Maurice Chevalier.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Starsky slid down to lie supine under Hutch\u2019s investigative hands. \u201cChevalier and Coop, huh?\u201d he muttered, sexily. \u201cI think I can get behind that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cUnder it, you mean,\u201d Hutch laughed, beginning to plant soft, wet kisses along Starsky\u2019s jaw and down his throat.<\/span><\/p>\n

Gasping, Starsky threaded his fingers in Hutch\u2019s long, golden silvery strands. \u201cThink we could, maybe, take turns?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, yeah!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/p>\n

Two long time lovers<\/span>
\nfind joy and fulfillment in<\/span>
\nafternoon delight<\/span><\/p>\n

END<\/span><\/p>\n

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