Also, these are two women writing about gay male sex (no, no, not m/m - we've established that already, haven't we? that slash fiction is reactive, it runs counter - by definition - to the original creative intent), and they do it a lot. And gleefully. And there are conversations there - some person to person, some page to page, some perhaps just mind to mind, two talents talking to each other without their meat getting much in the way - to which I would have loved to have been party.
Also, on that whole riff about no two writers approaching the same book from the same direction: a few days back, e-Bear said of a book of mine that she would have started it fifty pages from the end. And this not me kicking back, really truly - but this one book of theirs spans, oh, four years or so? It would never have occurred to me, to cover so much in one volume. I'd have needed one book just to treat with the first season; the whole thing would have been a trilogy, in my hands. Not saying it would have been better that way, or that they skimped here or dashed there; just that different writers work to a different tempo. I can myself be swift and ruthless, but in other genres; in this kind of story, I'm a lingerer, I like to look and point and watch the world at work. I'm a flâneur, I guess, in fiction as I am in life. Some people hate that, I know, but it floats my boat.
This book? Water-skis. Wild ride. Loved it.