Sentinels About Town
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dimity_blueAs I said in my writing review meme, here's the pretty silly bonding fic - it's unbetaed too.
Hope you like it!
Btw, there are two lots of conversation in here between Nancy and me - feel free to skip them (not that I'd know if you did or didn't anyway).
Nancy : why is he stalking Blair?
Nancy : want to bond?
Sarah : yep
Nancy : oooh
Nancy : ::grabs Sarie and passes over the popcorn::
Sarah : LOL
Nancy : have some coffee
Nancy : more butter?
Sarah : no thanks, I like my coffee without butter (I'm finicky that way)
Nancy : for the POPCORN wench
Sarah : OH
Sarah : POPCORN
Sarah : sorry!
Nancy : yes
Sarah : yes please
Sarah : thank you
Sarah : anyway...
~~~
Jim growled as he stalked his oblivious Guide, who was too busy reading a very interesting anthropology article to pay attention to what his occasionally weird Sentinel was doing.
Rounding the kitchen island, the Sentinel sniffed the air and advanced upon his hapless Guide who was standing by the coffee table engrossed in his journal.
As his shadow fell on the page Sandburg was reading, that very worthy individual glanced up. "Hey, Jim." His eyes moved back to the page, then came up to meet the Sentinel's gaze again. "You okay?"
The Sentinel inhaled that delicous scent. "MINE."
"No...it's my journal, Jim. It's about anthropology."
Jim growled.
"Seriously, Jim, look...there's my name above the address." One finger carefully pointed out the 'Blair Sandburg' that was neatly printed on the journal.
The Sentinel admired the finger, then let his gaze trail up to his Guide's neck, which was even more perfect than the finger he'd noticed before.
Leaning in, he sniffed at his Guide's neck and smiled.
His Guide moved away, apparently rather surprised by his Sentinel's friendly behaviour. "Are you okay, Jim?"
The Sentinel followed the trail of scent until he had his nose pressed into his Guide's neck again. "Guide, mine."
"Uh...okay, Jim, have you eaten anything unusual today?"
The Sentinel wrapped his arms around the wonderful bundle of Guide that was his, all his, and hugged him tightly.
"Or drank?" His Guide's voice was rising anxiously.
Pleased that his Guide was so concerned for him, the Sentinel shook his head and nuzzled his Guide's neck, ignoring the startled yelp it got.
"Jim, please tell me that you're not licking my neck, 'cause, I gotta tell yer, man, that's some weird behaviour."
The Sentinel growled. Licking one's Guide's neck was not weird behaviour, in fact it was highly recommended in the Sentinel Weekly journal and frequently mentioned as a standard bonding technique in Sentinels About Town.
As his Guide attempted to move away, Jim tightened his arms. That was another standard bonding technique. He'd recently been reading up on standard bonding techniques after it had occurred to him that he and Sandburg had not actually bonded.
Well, they'd done the usual male bonding over a pizza, some beer and a Jags game, but Sentinel-Guide bonding was a bit different.
Men watching basketball did not tend to lick each other's necks, for instance.
At least, not more than once.
So, having licked his Guide's neck, the Sentinel attempted to move on to the rest of the bonding, viz: biting his Guide's neck
Unfortunately, Sandburg appeared to have something else in mind, and he was beating his Sentinel off with the anthropological journal.
[Nancy : BEAT HIM OFF?]
As it was an anthropological journal, it was large, and heavy, and pretty ideal for beating off Sentinels with.
~~~
[Nancy : thought you weren't going to write that sort of thing?
Nancy : Bev will be SOOO happy
Sarah : not THAT kind of 'beating off'
Sarah : you have a dirty mind!
Nancy : and you have a nice mind
Sarah : anyway, how the hell would he do it with an anthropological journal?
Nancy : do you REALLY want to know?
Nancy : you are awful innocent
Sarah : I think any guy would soon lose interest if you started whacking with him a large journal
Sarah : in fact, I think he'd curl up in a ball and cry
Sarah : while howling
Sarah : men don't like their genitals being beaten
Sarah : ::speaks from experience::
Sarah : they get very touchy about it
Sarah : and don't even mention BREAKING it
Sarah : God forbid!
Sarah : anyone would think it was made of china
Sarah : anyway...
Sarah : to get back to the story (and to avoid listening to your explanation of whatever it was you were going to explain)...
Sarah : ::tries to find out where she was up to::
Nancy : k]
~~~
Unfortunately, Sandburg appeared to have something else in mind, and he was hitting his Sentinel with the anthropological journal. "Jim! I don't know what the hell is up with your senses, but you've GOT to calm down!" Sandburg told him as the journal thudded against Jim's cranium.
The Sentinel frowned. His Guide was not being submissive. Hastily recalling the hints and tips for subduing a feisty Guide, he tripped his Guide and knocked him to the floor, then leapt on him. The journal, much to Jim's pleasure, skidded out of reach across the polished floor.
However, Sandburg was still wriggling, so Jim called upon his experiences as a detective when he had had to subdue a perp. Naturally, he was not willing to use undue force against his Guide, but handcuffs always come in handy, and pretty soon one of Sandburg's wrists was firmly attached to one of the legs of the coffee table
The Sentinel took a moment to have a breather. Sandburg was really quite determined when he was planning to avoid being bonded to.
Dialling down his hearing, as the threats his Guide was making were really quite disturbing (to say nothing of anatomically impossible even with the aid of contortion), the Sentinel resumed his exploration of his Guide's neck. It tasted delicious, he had to admit, and, if it were available as a sandwich filling, he'd be hard pushed not to buy it every single day. However, as he had his Guide on tap, as it were, it meant he didn't have to take a trip to the deli every time he fancied a nibble. Therefore, he set about his own personal 'all you can eat buffet', and proceeded to help himself.
As he licked and nibbled and finally, outright bit the delicious neck in front of him, he noticed that Sandburg's protests grew less until, in the end, the Guide was tilting his head back and giving his Sentinel full access. At the same time, those mental barriers that had been protecting his Guide's mind and preventing the Sentinel from having a good mooch through his thoughts, fell. Recoiling slightly from the amazing amount of memories of Sandburg and women, then making a mental note to revisit them for tips, the Sentinel set about claiming his Guide's mind.
Finally, his Guide slept the sleep of the exhausted, one hand still handcuffed to the coffee table and his neck thoroughly marked by his Sentinel.
Jim sat back and regarded his Guide's neck with pride. That was a picture worthy of the Sentinels About Town!
Hope you like it!
Btw, there are two lots of conversation in here between Nancy and me - feel free to skip them (not that I'd know if you did or didn't anyway).
Nancy : why is he stalking Blair?
Nancy : want to bond?
Sarah : yep
Nancy : oooh
Nancy : ::grabs Sarie and passes over the popcorn::
Sarah : LOL
Nancy : have some coffee
Nancy : more butter?
Sarah : no thanks, I like my coffee without butter (I'm finicky that way)
Nancy : for the POPCORN wench
Sarah : OH
Sarah : POPCORN
Sarah : sorry!
Nancy : yes
Sarah : yes please
Sarah : thank you
Sarah : anyway...
~~~
Jim growled as he stalked his oblivious Guide, who was too busy reading a very interesting anthropology article to pay attention to what his occasionally weird Sentinel was doing.
Rounding the kitchen island, the Sentinel sniffed the air and advanced upon his hapless Guide who was standing by the coffee table engrossed in his journal.
As his shadow fell on the page Sandburg was reading, that very worthy individual glanced up. "Hey, Jim." His eyes moved back to the page, then came up to meet the Sentinel's gaze again. "You okay?"
The Sentinel inhaled that delicous scent. "MINE."
"No...it's my journal, Jim. It's about anthropology."
Jim growled.
"Seriously, Jim, look...there's my name above the address." One finger carefully pointed out the 'Blair Sandburg' that was neatly printed on the journal.
The Sentinel admired the finger, then let his gaze trail up to his Guide's neck, which was even more perfect than the finger he'd noticed before.
Leaning in, he sniffed at his Guide's neck and smiled.
His Guide moved away, apparently rather surprised by his Sentinel's friendly behaviour. "Are you okay, Jim?"
The Sentinel followed the trail of scent until he had his nose pressed into his Guide's neck again. "Guide, mine."
"Uh...okay, Jim, have you eaten anything unusual today?"
The Sentinel wrapped his arms around the wonderful bundle of Guide that was his, all his, and hugged him tightly.
"Or drank?" His Guide's voice was rising anxiously.
Pleased that his Guide was so concerned for him, the Sentinel shook his head and nuzzled his Guide's neck, ignoring the startled yelp it got.
"Jim, please tell me that you're not licking my neck, 'cause, I gotta tell yer, man, that's some weird behaviour."
The Sentinel growled. Licking one's Guide's neck was not weird behaviour, in fact it was highly recommended in the Sentinel Weekly journal and frequently mentioned as a standard bonding technique in Sentinels About Town.
As his Guide attempted to move away, Jim tightened his arms. That was another standard bonding technique. He'd recently been reading up on standard bonding techniques after it had occurred to him that he and Sandburg had not actually bonded.
Well, they'd done the usual male bonding over a pizza, some beer and a Jags game, but Sentinel-Guide bonding was a bit different.
Men watching basketball did not tend to lick each other's necks, for instance.
At least, not more than once.
So, having licked his Guide's neck, the Sentinel attempted to move on to the rest of the bonding, viz: biting his Guide's neck
Unfortunately, Sandburg appeared to have something else in mind, and he was beating his Sentinel off with the anthropological journal.
[Nancy : BEAT HIM OFF?]
As it was an anthropological journal, it was large, and heavy, and pretty ideal for beating off Sentinels with.
~~~
[Nancy : thought you weren't going to write that sort of thing?
Nancy : Bev will be SOOO happy
Sarah : not THAT kind of 'beating off'
Sarah : you have a dirty mind!
Nancy : and you have a nice mind
Sarah : anyway, how the hell would he do it with an anthropological journal?
Nancy : do you REALLY want to know?
Nancy : you are awful innocent
Sarah : I think any guy would soon lose interest if you started whacking with him a large journal
Sarah : in fact, I think he'd curl up in a ball and cry
Sarah : while howling
Sarah : men don't like their genitals being beaten
Sarah : ::speaks from experience::
Sarah : they get very touchy about it
Sarah : and don't even mention BREAKING it
Sarah : God forbid!
Sarah : anyone would think it was made of china
Sarah : anyway...
Sarah : to get back to the story (and to avoid listening to your explanation of whatever it was you were going to explain)...
Sarah : ::tries to find out where she was up to::
Nancy : k]
~~~
Unfortunately, Sandburg appeared to have something else in mind, and he was hitting his Sentinel with the anthropological journal. "Jim! I don't know what the hell is up with your senses, but you've GOT to calm down!" Sandburg told him as the journal thudded against Jim's cranium.
The Sentinel frowned. His Guide was not being submissive. Hastily recalling the hints and tips for subduing a feisty Guide, he tripped his Guide and knocked him to the floor, then leapt on him. The journal, much to Jim's pleasure, skidded out of reach across the polished floor.
However, Sandburg was still wriggling, so Jim called upon his experiences as a detective when he had had to subdue a perp. Naturally, he was not willing to use undue force against his Guide, but handcuffs always come in handy, and pretty soon one of Sandburg's wrists was firmly attached to one of the legs of the coffee table
The Sentinel took a moment to have a breather. Sandburg was really quite determined when he was planning to avoid being bonded to.
Dialling down his hearing, as the threats his Guide was making were really quite disturbing (to say nothing of anatomically impossible even with the aid of contortion), the Sentinel resumed his exploration of his Guide's neck. It tasted delicious, he had to admit, and, if it were available as a sandwich filling, he'd be hard pushed not to buy it every single day. However, as he had his Guide on tap, as it were, it meant he didn't have to take a trip to the deli every time he fancied a nibble. Therefore, he set about his own personal 'all you can eat buffet', and proceeded to help himself.
As he licked and nibbled and finally, outright bit the delicious neck in front of him, he noticed that Sandburg's protests grew less until, in the end, the Guide was tilting his head back and giving his Sentinel full access. At the same time, those mental barriers that had been protecting his Guide's mind and preventing the Sentinel from having a good mooch through his thoughts, fell. Recoiling slightly from the amazing amount of memories of Sandburg and women, then making a mental note to revisit them for tips, the Sentinel set about claiming his Guide's mind.
Finally, his Guide slept the sleep of the exhausted, one hand still handcuffed to the coffee table and his neck thoroughly marked by his Sentinel.
Jim sat back and regarded his Guide's neck with pride. That was a picture worthy of the Sentinels About Town!
