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⌈ Secret Post #2792 ⌋

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Re: Post a snippet from a fic that has a really good description of a character

[(Anonymous)]

Um...don't know if this counts, because it's supposed to be an insult, but I guess it still works? Ken is Hutch, and Vanessa is Hutch's then-wife, for those interested but unfamiliar. It's from this fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/665839

Vanessa laughed, and it was the kind of laugh that made Starsky keep his head down. “No, Ken does not keep home and work separate. Obviously I don’t rate much discussion, but he talks about you – constantly.”

Starsky still hadn’t managed to stab his carrot. “Yeah?”

“Oh yes. He says you’re loyal, and intelligent, and a good companion on patrol. He says you’re funny, and playful. Tenacious, protective, dependable, quick….”

“Aw.” Starsky tried to hide his pleased grin by drinking some wine.

“It is sweet, isn’t it? He always makes you sound like such a faithful pet.”

Starsky put down his glass.

“It sounds to me like he’s trained you well,” Vanessa continued. “You come when you’re called. You obviously obey his commands,” gesturing to Starsky’s presence at her table. “You attack, protect, guard, and even fetch. I wonder if you beg.”

Starsky sat back further in his seat, but he was still too near. Vanessa was able to reach over and stroke his cheek. “But what breed are you?” she mused. “Mmm, right now you look dark and fierce, like a Doberman. Though I always assumed you were a mutt. Just a shaggy, over-excited, overgrown pup. Barely house-trained, but so eager to please him. Maybe you should be the one bringing him his slippers at night.” She toyed with a curl near his ear.

Starsky stayed very still. “Are you done?” he asked quietly.

Vanessa smiled, slid her hand down his jaw, then cupped his chin. “So fun to play with,” she sighed.

He tugged his face away from her lingering hand. “If we’re usin’ doggy metaphors, I can call you a bitch without feelin’ too bad.”