Very good story!

"It was a decidedly male kiss, a firm connection of call and response, two lucid visceral beings meeting in a shuddery solid form. It was a trigger kiss, prompting movement from hands and eyes and facial muscles – Elliot’s eyes closed, his hands lifted palm-up, met shirted flesh, rested there. On the backs of his eyelids, Huang’s burnt stare was branded as if on the hide of a roan horse. He saw the dark head bent over white porcelain. The small hands moving in circles on the back of the boy who was weeping. Someone was weeping; there was warm wet fluid between them. The water bottle felt clammy in his hands. Elliot tasted his own sweat."

Oh. My. **. God. That is AWESOME. The imagry, the description, the passion! This is AWESOME.

More! Please? ^_^

Wow...that's...wow. Your use of tone and imagery is amazing. You capture the characters extrememly well. This is why I love Stabler/Huang fics...not written often, but always written VERY WELL.

Keep up the good work!

A simple, beautiful, and elegant piece. Rich with prose and light with dialogue. The imagery of the shapes from the beginning was decidedly effective, and the ending was too perfect to be true; the perfect balance of the bitter and the sweet. An aching, poetic story.

Bravo.

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