sid | First line/last line meme stolen from paian

Behind the LJ cut are the first lines of some of my stories. Possibly some last lines too if I can find some I like. If you're up to it, take a line and write a story/drabble using it as the first (or last) line. Whatever works.

And I thought I would add: Feel free to comment anonymously if that makes you more comfortable for any reason. :-)

John was painting a wet trail down Rodney’s throat and over his chest, heading for his nipple, and normally this would be a good thing, but under the circumstances…

Rodney walked into the mess hall and was brought up short by the sight of Sheppard’s ass.

“I guess we need to talk,” John said calmly.

Rodney always slept naked now.

When Daniel woke up, he had no idea where he was at first.

And Jack’s lonely heart rejoiced.

Daniel's face was a careful blank as he stared over Jack's shoulder.

Jack was sitting at his kitchen table in his bathrobe, staring down into a cup of coffee.

Daniel began a slow striptease.

"Now, Daniel, don't panic!"

"This is boring," Jack grumbled.

Daniel opened the top drawer of the dresser and took out the velvet bag.

It was Jack who turned away first this time.

Lately Jack O’Neill just didn’t like himself very much.

"I think we need to talk, Jim."

“Awesome,” Blair breathed as Jim’s mouth descended on his.

Blair shivered with anticipation.

Current Mood: curious
Current Music: lawnmower and birdsong

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From:

bugchicklv.livejournal.com

*blink*

You're challenging **US** to take YOUR stuff and run with it?

Can I make it other pairings than the one you originally wrote it for? (that is, of course, assuming that I will try one. Cause, you know...it's a bit daunting--what with you being YOU and all.)

From:

sid

Well, as long as only one name is mentioned in the prompt, the other half of the equation is up to you. Do I sense some Dan/Cam on the horizon? :-)

From:

bugchicklv.livejournal.com

LOL! You know me too well!

From:

paian

When Daniel woke up, he had no idea where he was at first. It took a while for the ceiling to resolve, the art on the walls, the foliage beyond the window, the oddments scattered around the furniture; with his glasses off, he couldn't make out the details of the smaller framed stuff. He'd been in Jack's bedroom twice before now, and one of those times was last night, and it had been dark. He wasn't even sure whether he recognized the room for itself or deduced whose bedroom it must be as he remembered where he'd gone to sleep. Probably it was an interconnection of cues: There were roses just outside ... Jack grew roses, guarding his great-grandmother's fertilizer recipe with his life. The big pictures on the walls were framed shots of planets and deep-space objects taken by Voyager and the Hubble ... Jack had a fascination with space art and photography. There was a model rocket on the nightstand -- no, no symbolism there -- and there were toy airplanes on the bureau and in the bookshelves ... Jack was a model-aircraft buff, spent hours assembling and painting the things, still had all the ones he'd made when he was a kid.

There were roses outside the window, and model spacecraft and aircraft posed around the room, and big space pictures on the walls; and Jack's watch lay twined with his and tangled with his glasses on the nightstand; and the bed was rumpled, and smelled warmly of Jack; and he could still feel the pressure of Jack up inside him, still feel the texture of Jack's skin in his skin, still feel the interior of Jack's body as a tight heat squeezing around him. He let out a low groan as the memory of orgasm went through him so intensely that his groin throbbed and he felt like he'd come again, right now, just from lying in Jack's bed and remembering what had happened in it.

"If that's an 'oh my fucking god what have I done' groan, I will kick that perfect ass of yours," Jack's voice said. It preceded him into the room, and the scent of coffee and bacon followed him, and Daniel thought, You know, maybe the Others were right. Heaven sure smells like a waffle house, anyway.

"It's a 'lose the tray, you moron, how could you think I'd want breakfast before sex' groan," Daniel said, and took the tray out of Jack's hands and leaned down to put it on the floor and then grappled Jack around the waist and muscled him across and back into the bed.

Yeah, he thought as he got Jack's sweats out of his way and got his mouth on what he planned to have first thing in the morning for the rest of his life, he knew where he was now. He was home.

From:

sid

Oh, fantastic!

Jack's watch lay twined with his and tangled with his glasses on the nightstand Even the inanimate objects are getting intimate with each other!

Heaven sure smells like a waffle house *giggle* Awww!

Sorry we missed the sex - sounds like it was damn good. ;-)

From:

paian

It was outstandingly good. *g*

lol and yes about the inanimate objects!

From:

starting-gate.livejournal.com

He let out a low groan as the memory of orgasm went through him so intensely that his groin throbbed and he felt like he'd come again, right now, just from lying in Jack's bed and remembering what had happened in it.

You can always pack so much *guh* into one sentence, it just astounds me.

And the watches and glasses? Accessory porn! :)

From:

paian

Accessory porn! -- They are SO doing it. *bg*

You can always pack so much *guh* into one sentence -- Thank you! Awesome to hear. :-)

From:

niamaea.livejournal.com

He let out a low groan as the memory of orgasm went through him so intensely that his groin throbbed and he felt like he'd come again, right now, just from lying in Jack's bed and remembering what had happened in it.

Wow. So apparently the smokin' hot one line sex scene can be done!

So sweet. Aww!

From:

paian

Love your comments! Thank you. :-)

From:

starting-gate.livejournal.com

"This is boring," Jack grumbled.

Daniel slid his eyes away from the Aztec temple displayed on the small TV screen on the dresser, to glance at Jack beside him, where he was propped up on the pillows and crossing his arms. “You got to choose the last two nights,” Daniel reminded him, turning his gaze back to the show. “And you’re the one who wanted to watch it in bed.”

“You were supposed to fall asleep so I could stealthily slip the remote out of your hand,” Jack explained, waving a finger toward Daniel’s hand and realizing it was empty. His tone was both accusing and petulant as he said, “You hid the remote?”

Patting the sheets in exaggerated panic, Daniel gasped, “Oh, no! How will we ever turn off the TV?”

“If you turn it off,” Jack said, eyes on the TV, his voice now deep and slow, “you can ... choose ... something else.”

Climbing out of bed, Daniel took the few steps over to the TV and switched it off as Jack turned on the small lamp on his nightstand.

Daniel opened the top drawer of the dresser and took out the velvet bag.

;-)

From:

paian

Wo, major points for first and last line! ::bows to da mastah::

Plus, it's sexy and adorable.

From:

starting-gate.livejournal.com

Heh. After so many five things lists, I think I'm just in the habit of doing stuff just a little bit different.

Thank you!

From:

sid

Ooh! Who cares about a silly old temple!

Love the bit about the remote, lol.

PLUS, you get a gold star for initiative. :-D

From:

starting-gate.livejournal.com

I've never done comment fic before -- that was fun. :)

Thanks for the gold star!

From:

green-grrl.livejournal.com

Patting the sheets in exaggerated panic, Daniel gasped, “Oh, no! How will we ever turn off the TV?”

Aha ha ha ha! I love a smart ass. Especially a smart ass with a hot ass. ;-)

From:

starting-gate.livejournal.com

He's hot and smart all over the place! ;)

Glad it made you smile!

From:

niamaea.livejournal.com

Patting the sheets in exaggerated panic, Daniel gasped, “Oh, no! How will we ever turn off the TV?”

*cackle*

Too cute! Although I personally feel that Jack will soon be very irritated to discover that what's in the velvet bag is ... a recent journal with an article about that Aztec temple. O;)

From:

starting-gate.livejournal.com

Well, sure!

Of course the article also includes a graphic account of Aztec sexual practices that Daniel's been wanting to try. :P

From:

delphia2000.livejournal.com

When Daniel woke up, he had no idea where he was at first. “I guess we need to talk,” John said calmly.

John was painting a wet trail down Rodney’s throat and over his chest, heading for his nipple, and normally this would be a good thing, but under the circumstances…"Now, Daniel, don't panic!"

Daniel began a slow striptease. It was Jack who turned away first this time. "This is boring," Jack grumbled. "I'm just not into voyeurism."

The End. :O)

From:

sid

I'm dying of laughter here.

You are evil.

And this is SO funny.

I just hope they're not all in Atlantis, because the beds are too small there. ;-)

From:

paian

lol! ::applauds::

From:

green-grrl.livejournal.com

*sporfle* That's an OT4 I can get behind!

From:

spacemonkeyphd2.livejournal.com

LMAO too funny. You is an ebil laidee. :)

From:

delphia2000.livejournal.com

*takes ebil bow and thanks you all!* I could not have done it without all the sweaty, wet, arousing inspiration from Sid's words. She rocks my world. *smooches!*

From:

niamaea.livejournal.com

"This is boring," Jack grumbled. Daniel ignored him, didn’t even bat an eye, and Jack reached for the notepad he’d stashed in his pocket, leaned in until their shoulders brushed, close enough that he could murmur beneath the sing-song chat of the high priest. “Do you want Xs or Os?”

“This holiday is equivalent in importance to Easter or Yom Kippur, now sit up and look interested.”

“That so?” Jack said. “Cause it’s mostly seemed like four hours of bell ringing and the shakey dance, to me.”

Daniel cast him a sidelong glance (and Jack was counting that as a win – made him look) and then turned back, mouth tight around whatever it was he decided not to say. “Yes, Jack, I’ve been sitting here the whole time.”

“Oh, look, I was wrong. Four and a half.”

“We were honored to be invited.”

“Half of their people are sleeping,” Jack said. In the center of the room, the priest had taken up his hand bells again and was shimmying around erratically, jingling and jangling with every step. “Look, that girl’s doing her laundry.”

He watched as Daniel glanced over to where one of the locals was darning her socks, scanned the daydreaming crowd, the kids passed out under the benches. Saw him finally look directly across the circle where Carter was staring off into space with her head tipped sideways and her thinking face on, probably running square roots in her head or something, and Teal’c was, by all appearances, kel no’reeming. Saw him look back to where the priest was still doing his thing, gyrating before the altar, oblivious. Knew the exact second he gave in.

“We’ll just tie all night on tic-tac-toe,” Daniel said, finally, and produced a pen from inside his vest. “Squares. I’ll set it.”

“Finally,” Jack sighed. He took once last glance around while Daniel laid out of the rows of dots, shook his head in disbelief up towards the front of the hall. The priest was stomping, stretching out his hands, shaking them up to his forehead. So the Macarena wasn’t just an Earth thing. Who knew?