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December 16th- 12 Days of Starsky and Hutch Christmas by KiraBerlin

On the first day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
A [reload] cartridge to feel carefree.

On the second day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Two looks of love,
And a cartridge to feel carefree.

On the third day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Three eager hands,
Two looks of love,
And a cartridge to feel carefree.

On the fourth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Four loving words,
Three eager hands,
Two looks of love,
And a cartridge to feel carefree.

On the fifth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Five chicken wings,
Four loving words,
Three eager hands,
Two looks of love,
And a cartridge to feel carefree.

On the sixth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Six love songs playing,
Five chicken wings,
Four loving words,
Three eager hands,
Two looks of love,
And a cartridge to feel carefree.

On the seventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Seven meals with trimming,
Six love songs playing,
Five chicken wings,
Four loving words,
Three eager hands,
Two looks of love,
And a cartridge to feel carefree.

On the eighth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eight bed sheets silken,
Seven meals with trimming,
Six love songs playing,
Five chicken wings,
Four loving words,
Three eager hands,
Two looks of love,
And a cartridge to feel carefree.

On the ninth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Nine nights out dancing,
Eight bed sheets silken,
Seven meals with trimming,
Six love songs playing,
Five chicken wings,
Four loving words,
Three eager hands,
Two looks of love,
And a cartridge to feel carefree.

On the tenth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Ten kisses for keeping,
Nine nights out dancing,
Eight bed sheets silken,
Seven meals with trimming,
Six love songs playing,
Five chicken wings,
Four loving words,
Three eager hands,
Two looks of love,
And a cartridge to feel carefree.

On the eleventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eleven tissues for wiping,
Ten kisses for keeping,
Nine nights out dancing,
Eight bed sheets silken,
Seven meals with trimming,
Six love songs playing,
Five chicken wings,
Four loving words,
Three eager hands,
Two looks of love,
And a cartridge to feel carefree.

On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Twelve times of cumming,
Eleven tissues for wiping,
Ten kisses for keeping,
Nine nights out dancing,
Eight bed sheets silken,
Seven rounds of rimming,
Sex games a-playing,
Five cock rings,
Four loving words,
Thrice swollen glans,
Two looks of love, and
Brought his package to be here with me!

December 11th- ‘Cause Somewhere in the Crowd, There’s You by Dawnwind

Sequel to Ding-Dong the Bitch is Dead: https://archiveofourown.org/works/200279

I was sick and tired last night when I called you from Glasgow…

Opening the package that had been propped on his front door before he got inside, Starsky almost dropped the other contents when he saw the scrawled signature on the Christmas card.

Hutchinson.

The man on the album cover was bent over a piano, one hand spread to make a chord with thumb, middle finger and pinkie. The other hand was curled around a bottle of rye. Possibly in imitation, Starsky knocked back a tumbler of Johnny Walker, listening to the record multiple times, particularly the title track, a cover of ABBA’s Super Trouper. Continue reading “December 11th- ‘Cause Somewhere in the Crowd, There’s You by Dawnwind”

December 7th- What’s in a Name? by Dawnwind

The ringing phone was audible from the front steps. Starsky cleared them in one leap, jamming the key into the door lock before sprinting inside to answer.

Burdened with the take-out and mail, Hutch paused a moment to admire Starsky’s athletic prowess. Impressive strength and ability one and a half years after he’d survived three bullets in the back. He’d returned to the force, proving to all naysayers, and particularly to himself, that he could withstand the rigors of police work. Continue reading “December 7th- What’s in a Name? by Dawnwind”