First line/last line meme stolen from [personal profile] paian

May. 11th, 2007 03:25 pm
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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.

When Daniel woke up ... (ADULT)

Date: May. 11th, 2007 09:14 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] 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.

Re: When Daniel woke up ... (ADULT)

Date: May. 11th, 2007 10:42 pm (UTC)
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It was outstandingly good. *g*

lol and yes about the inanimate objects!

Re: When Daniel woke up ... (ADULT)

Date: May. 12th, 2007 02:09 am (UTC)
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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! :)

Re: When Daniel woke up ... (ADULT)

Date: May. 12th, 2007 03:05 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] paian
Accessory porn! -- They are SO doing it. *bg*

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

Re: When Daniel woke up ... (ADULT)

Date: May. 12th, 2007 02:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 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!

Re: When Daniel woke up ... (ADULT)

Date: May. 12th, 2007 03:07 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] paian
Love your comments! Thank you. :-)

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