Proof and Pudding

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Sentinel Fanfiction
Title: Proof and Pudding
Author(s): Aristide
Date(s):
Length: 31k
Genre: slash
Fandom: The Sentinel
External Links: online here

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Proof and Pudding is a Jim/Blair story by Aristide.

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Disclaimers: Not mine. Wouldn't it be fun if they were?

Rating: NC-17, for language and homoerotic content.

Summary: Smut. 'Nuff said.

Acknowledgements: This is just a teensy little PWP to welcome Bone back into the fold of real life. Welcome back, Sunbeam!

Author's Notes: We're firmly back in pop-tart land, here. Written in schmoop-a-rama, this is a 100% angst-free zone. Feels funny. Ack!

Feedback and whining and creative flames are welcome at [address redacted].[1]

Reactions and Reviews

Summary: So, who is kinkier--Jim or Blair? In the first flush of their new relationship, each is eager to out-do the other. Reccer's Notes: Well, I don't know about kinkier, but in this bit of smuff (smut/fluff), they're both pretty darn cute. Enjoy.[2]

So...which of the boyz do you think is kinkier? *g* Jim and Blair address that very quesiton in this sizzling hot little PWP that combines awesome writing, near-public sex, and a wonderfully wicked Blair to make one of the hottest stories I have ever read in this fandom.[3]

A 'Plot, What Plot?', this story is nonetheless satisfying - very hot, very sweet, and very visual.[4]

Has Blair jacking off in public. Mm.[5]

Best FF That Leaves You Making a Mental Note to Attend More Black Tie Charity Events and Keep Your Eyes Peeled: Proof and Pudding, by Aristide. The Sentinel, Jim/Blair. In which Jim learns that Blair is willing to fight for the title of "Kinkiest Inhabitant of the Loft." Well, if there wasn't enough public sex for you in the previous story, this one should make you feel a lot better; what we've got here is an entirely public PWP. And, really, I think you'll agree we could all use a bit more of that. If you've ever wanted to see Jim and Blair engage in inappropriate activities while wearing tuxedos and attending the Policeman's Charity Ball, well, dearheart, prepare to spontaneously combust with joy. Or something.[6]

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