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That Old Gray Magic, a Jack/Thor drabble
(originally posted here)
"What just happened?" Jack asked, waiting for that floaty feeling to subside. Damn, he felt good! Warm and....
"We made love, O'Neill."
"I don't remember that," Jack said, sighed.
"You touch me," Thor said softly. Not that he ever said things loudly, but this seemed exceptionally soft. Tender. Jack felt as though he were wrapped in a fleecy blanket.
“I don’t remember that, either.”
Thor’s face hovered above him. “I did not mean it literally.”
“Ah.”
“Soon your memory of this will fade.”
“What memory?”
“Precisely.”
“But… how?”
Fortunately Jack’s memory of Thor wearing a strap-on faded away almost instantly.
"What just happened?" Jack asked, waiting for that floaty feeling to subside. Damn, he felt good! Warm and....
"We made love, O'Neill."
"I don't remember that," Jack said, sighed.
"You touch me," Thor said softly. Not that he ever said things loudly, but this seemed exceptionally soft. Tender. Jack felt as though he were wrapped in a fleecy blanket.
“I don’t remember that, either.”
Thor’s face hovered above him. “I did not mean it literally.”
“Ah.”
“Soon your memory of this will fade.”
“What memory?”
“Precisely.”
“But… how?”
Fortunately Jack’s memory of Thor wearing a strap-on faded away almost instantly.