Anyway. Look! Links! Go read! Fangirl the authors if you like the fics! This was great fun to put together. I have such deep love for Face/Murdock.
Murdock reached up for Face. He could see a little now. There were stars outside the window and maybe a yard light. He could see Face’s eyes. He reached up and tried to grab on to Face, tried to help him get closer, because it seemed like he wanted to be closer. Wanted to be all over him, on him, in him, suddenly.
When they'd first stepped out onto Texas soil, he'd squatted down and picked up a handful of thin, loose dirt. Let it fall between his fingers. Stared down at the ground beneath his feet like he didn't entirely trust it. Then peered back up at Face with wide, nervous eyes.
Face was holding his own over in the corner, back to the wall and fighting hard.
He looked... cool and wild at the same time. Like Vietnam all over again.
His cheek was bleeding, but he was smiling as he punched and wove and feinted. A wild smile.
Fingering the ball that Murdock had held so recently, Face drew back his arm to throw it. Eyes fixed on Murdock's, drowning in those warm brown depths, his aim was a little high.
"Hey, Face! What's that?" Murdock leaped into the air, snagging the ball. Exposing his flat stomach, scattered with fine hairs, as his arm reached over his head.
God, I fucking love this fic.
God, I think this is the very first thing I ever read by Snowy and I fell completely in love with her writing. It's fantastic almost-but-not-quite Face/Murdock, and she just does a great job showing their characters. (and another one that it's really worth pasting into Word to get around the bad font/colors.)
The dirt-white door of the motel room was open, he suddenly realized. Face was leaning casually against the doorframe, a silent question being asked. Murdock looked up at him, squinting at the daylight; thought about it, then shook his head no. No, he didn't feel like company. Not Face's company. Not just now. Later. Maybe
'Murdock, we can't.' Face's protest lost something; he was sliding his hands under Murdock's t-shirt as he spoke.
'But we are,' Murdock said, sliding off the black leather jacket.
'What if someone sees?'
'Through those?' The windows were already pretty steamed up. It felt so good, Face's body on top of him, pushing, the weight on him, and the heat. And it felt so bad, so dirty, being in a car, in an alley, being in danger.
The door of the club opened then. Face looked up. It was Murdock.
He took his hat off as he entered, ran one hand through his hair. He looked uncertain and lost, as he always did in public without the team around him, his dark eyes wide as he surveyed the room. His customary leather jacket had been left at home for some reason; instead, he wore one of Face's old army-issue sweaters and black pants. The trademark shoes were still there, along with the cap he now twisted in his hands. Face stared, wondering how he'd found this place. He never said anything about the lone drinks he indulged in here.
Wendy is a fucking fabulous writer - I really love ALL of her fics. This one is an odd little dream fic, but the imagery works, and is fucking hot, and this is one of my all-time favorite fics ever.
"I confess," a voice said softly from behind him, but it echoed around the large room. Face spun around to stare at Murdock in surprise. Murdock didn't look surprised at all.
"What?"
"I Confess. Did you ever see that movie, Face?" Murdock was dressed in his usual t-shirt and khakis and was walking slowly between the rows of pews, up the center aisle towards Face.
Besides, hi, a kick-ass title, this is truly fantabulous hetfic by Wendy. Murdock and Kelly, from, uh, that ep with the vet (played by Dwight Schultz' wife) and it is WONDERFUL.
Great fic, great look at the characters, FABULOUS original female character. I love this mostly b/c I totally adore seeing the team through an outsider's POV.
OMG. I had totally forgotten this one. Hot, hot sex in an airplane - plus hot, hot sex while flying an airplane. Guh. Total unflinching PWP and I adore it!
Guh. Hot, wonderful Face and Murdock and the team in Vietnam. It's scorching and desperate and fucking FABULOUS, and not just b/c it was written for ME.
The imagery in this one has stuck with me for years. It's one of those sad, soothing, bedtime fics. Wonderful.
More emma loveliness:
Murdock frowned. Dangled the needle and thread from his clasped hands. "I don't see why I need to do this anyhow, Hannibal. Face knows how to sew people up."
"Face is always the one bleeding. Come on, Murdock. It's just a couple inches. He's going to bleed to death while we sit here talking."
Just a wonderful, non-slashy vignette which just perfectly focuses on the Team and how they can't stop helping people if they try. It's fabulous.
I love this fic. It's long, plotty, smart, incorporates Dr. Richter, and is just brilliant.
Perfect, perfect A-Team AU. God, I love how she writes them:
He'd imagined kissing him would be good. But the gap between imagination and reality was as wide as the Grand Canyon. The first touch of his lips was a tentative pressure that increased slowly, then abruptly disappeared. Murdock figured that was it, experiment finished, because it was pretty damn clear this altar boy had never had another woman besides his wife, let alone— And then strong hands cupped his face and the mouth returned to devour him alive.
