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This is slash, and it shows sexual love between two men. If this disturbs you or you're underage, please go away.
NOTE: For the one who will know exactly why I wrote it--Happy 2005.
For everybody else, this is the result of posts made and not made, and a PBS program about travelling in France, and a webpage with the same title.
Toutes Les Étoiles
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Two crystal flutes hissed softly as golden sparks rose through the wine and burst. Freezing rain hit the window panes with almost the same crisp sound. If it were a clear night, Hutch thought, they'd see the resort's lake. Instead, Starsky was playing with the flame of a cinnamon candle, pinching and wincing back.
Hutch sipped, holding the fireworks on his tongue before swallowing. "You know the legend of the first champagne—" he said.
"You told me." Too often, evidently. But Starsky drank, then pulled Hutch's head down for a New-Year's kiss.
"Now I taste the stars," he said.
*End*
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