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Date: Aug. 20th, 2008 05:26 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Aug. 20th, 2008 07:14 am (UTC)Hot tub?
Marshmallows. S’mores. Teal’c’s favorite, and where Daniel and Carter are concerned you can never go wrong with chocolate.
Frosty windows, booted feet stamping off snow on the porch, pine-scented air cutting through your lungs like a knife.
And, because the image could never get old, Teal’c on skis.
The perfect antidote to five days in a steamy jungle trying to avoid snakes of all descriptions.
SG-1 needed to chill out.
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Date: Aug. 20th, 2008 07:52 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: Aug. 20th, 2008 05:26 am (UTC)Okay, lamest prompt ever. How 'bout "Goldfish crackers?" XD
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Date: Aug. 20th, 2008 05:57 am (UTC)She was more than a little drunk, but then so was Daniel, who didn’t normally stare at a woman’s cleavage in the middle of a conversation.
It was a nice cleavage, though, and he might have been tempted to fall into it face first if he hadn’t suddenly seen, out of the corner of his eye, a school of goldfish crackers swimming along the bar-top.
Daniel swiveled to the right.
Jack was painstakingly lining up what he called “bar carp” and pushing them in Daniel’s direction, his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrated.
Daniel burst out in a roar of laughter and Jack’s head came up, a grin splitting his face.
They engaged in goldfish battles until the bartender cut them off and called for a taxi. They staggered out of the bar arm-in-arm.
The redhead was long gone.
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Date: Aug. 20th, 2008 06:16 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: Aug. 20th, 2008 05:28 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: Aug. 20th, 2008 05:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: Aug. 20th, 2008 05:55 pm (UTC)Hee!
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Date: Aug. 20th, 2008 05:32 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Aug. 20th, 2008 05:09 pm (UTC)He found Daniel, wearing briefs and an undershirt, sprawled in the hallway, sock-clad feet halfway up the wall opposite the bedroom door. Daniel turned his head and blinked at Jack. “Ow?”
Jack crouched, ignoring the twinge in his knee. “You okay?” He examined Daniel’s head with a gentle hand.
“Ow.”
“I don’t feel a bump.”
“That’s not the part of me that hurts.”
“Oh.”
“You waxed the floor.”
“Well, yeah. I mean, you were still asleep, so I thought I might as well get some chores done.” Jack helped Daniel to his feet. “I already grocery shopped and got the truck gassed up and washed, got the second load of laundry going….”
“You waxed the floor. Ow.” Daniel slowly hobbled into the bedroom.
“You do a number on your back?” Jack asked anxiously.
“No.” Daniel crawled onto the bed and sank onto his stomach with a groan. “Think lower.”
“Oh.” Jack hovered, feeling guilty. “Want me to kiss it and make it better?”
Daniel snorted. “Maybe later.”
Feeling forgiven, Jack put his hand on Daniel’s leg and ran it slowly up to the top of his thigh. “Want me to rub it?”
There was a pause.
Daniel took off his glasses one-handed and tossed them onto the nightstand. He pulled a pillow closer and snuggled down into it with a sigh.
“Get the liniment.”
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Date: Aug. 20th, 2008 05:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Aug. 20th, 2008 06:29 am (UTC)“Greco-Roman wrestling.”
“Two-man luge.”
“Stick with the Summer Games, Daniel.”
“Hmm. Men’s floor exercise.”
“That’s only one guy.”
“It’s still hot.”
“Well.”
“Splits, Jack. They do splits. And that press to a handstand move, where the legs come up in a V first and then slowly move together. Tell me that isn’t hot.”
“Two guys doing that stuff might be hot.”
“You have no imagination. I’m very disappointed in you.”
“No imagination? I beg to differ.”
“I’m not seeing it.”
“Come down off that couch and I’ll show you my floor exercise routine.”
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“Well?”
“You get the gold.”
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Date: Aug. 20th, 2008 05:44 am (UTC)Was going to suggest J/D and rain cos it's peeing it down here in Vancouver....
Ah well, next time!...
Deeds xx
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Date: Aug. 20th, 2008 07:34 am (UTC)Next time!
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Date: Aug. 20th, 2008 11:16 am (UTC)Comfort. That big gorgeous heated swimming pool. JD pov.
Except damn... I missed it!!! You night owls! Well, it was fun to think about....:D.
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Date: Aug. 20th, 2008 02:03 pm (UTC)I only took a few to kill time - still have one left to go.
(Now, what did I come up with right before I fell asleep? Hmmm. Oops. I think it's gone. Damn. Never mind, something else has begun to percolate.)
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Date: Aug. 20th, 2008 02:41 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: Aug. 20th, 2008 02:44 pm (UTC):-)
:-)
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Date: Aug. 20th, 2008 05:42 pm (UTC)I've brought cake! (NWS) (http://www.geocities.com/writinginct/image/pics/birthdaycake.jpg)
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Date: Aug. 20th, 2008 06:57 pm (UTC)Some cracking commentfics, though, my friend. Bang on form.
Happy birthday. btw. :-))
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Date: Aug. 20th, 2008 07:34 pm (UTC)I found myself with some time to kill and felt like doing a little writing. Since I don't expect to be able to do anything more in depth while I'm stuck at Dad's. *shrugs*
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Date: Aug. 21st, 2008 02:01 am (UTC)*smoosh*
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Date: Aug. 21st, 2008 02:26 pm (UTC)Thank you!