Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, no money made.
Took another brief timeout from the longer story I'm working on. This is slash, though no worse than PG rated.
The Morning After the First Night:
Hutch is angsting and Starsky reassures him.
Ah Babe, you know I ain't never cheated on a lover, not even the casual ones. And anyway, you know our relationship has never been casual to me.
I know that you're afraid I'll get tired of you. But after ten years I haven't got tired of you in my car, at my desk, or in my life, so why would I ever get tired of you in my bed?
So I guess that means that I love you.
Now stop thinking and worrying so damn much, and come over here and make love to me, my big beautiful blond!