J/D Holiday drabble

[sid]

ALIENABLE RITES

 

There were sausages on bread, strangely shaped vegetables charred and glistening with oil. Cold salads, and something hot, yellow and spicy. Large birds slow roasted over sweet-smelling wood fires.

 

There was beer. Served at the ideal temperature, in mugs that perfectly maintained that perfection. Amber-hued, frothy, full-bodied.  “Damn, that’s good!” Jack declared.

 

There were pies. Two fruit and one nut, still warm, paired with rich cheeses.

 

“Best treaty we ever signed,” Jack said happily.

 

Later, SG-1 and Earth’s newest allies stretched out on blankets, and Daniel’s little finger hooked over Jack’s as fireworks erupted in the night sky over PY7-476.

Comments

[jd-junkie.livejournal.com]

Oh you. :-)
You got me good. Know why? Yes, the little finger hook, because that's a scaled-down version of TWINEY HANDS!!! My adored, beloved twiney hands and tangled fingers and guh... but you already know that I have thing for twiney hands. I'll shut up now.
Happy holidays. :-)
*email arrived safely. Hugs!*

[sid]

It's the 'it's dark and everybody's looking at the fireworks anyway but let's be discreet' version of twiney hands. :-)