SG-1 and SG:A
Dec. 15th, 2005 09:58 amEeep. I just burned through all of Isis' Rodney/John non-AU SG:A recs, I've polished off Double Treat...
I have this vague panicky feeling. What if there's no more?
Then I remember. Ah. There is an entire treasure trove of SG:A episodes I've never seen, right in my hot little hands. With the blessing of the magical "codec" I shall have almost two entire seasons to indulge in.
Do you think I should tell David Hewlett that the boyfriend's discovered playing that lovely gay kiss from Century Hotel is a great way to make me a sure thing, including on a sleeping bag in the middle of the livingroom floor? Hmm. Maybe not.
In the meantime, still plugging away at
tboy's Jack/Daniel fic (my god it's going slow). We get to the sex. But the boys, the circumstances, they will not cooperate.
WG won't let me play 60's and 70's party music for another half hour, something about trying to sleep, sheesh. Some people.
Oh yeah. And I owe
goseaward 38 minutes of either John/Rodney or Remus/Charlie. I'm awed that some people manage to write pages and pages in 38 minutes, just awed.
I have this vague panicky feeling. What if there's no more?
Then I remember. Ah. There is an entire treasure trove of SG:A episodes I've never seen, right in my hot little hands. With the blessing of the magical "codec" I shall have almost two entire seasons to indulge in.
Do you think I should tell David Hewlett that the boyfriend's discovered playing that lovely gay kiss from Century Hotel is a great way to make me a sure thing, including on a sleeping bag in the middle of the livingroom floor? Hmm. Maybe not.
In the meantime, still plugging away at
Daniel chuckled, still in just his underwear. And Jack's watch. The girls all hugged him goodnight, giving that smooth back a squeeze Jack noted with amusement. He accepted the fondling in good cheer, a high shine to his cheeks from all the booze. He was a cuddly drunk, as Jack had occasion to know, staggering home with him from O'Malley's. Before they were banned, that is. Daniel had even had the bad taste to hit on a guy there once. Which had been a… surprise… but Jack had had more than enough time to get used to the idea. Adjust his assessment of one Daniel Jackson.
The door opened with the noise of a party in full swing, laughter, loud chatter and the clink of glasses in the kitchen. The guys followed the girls, giving their commanding officer – half-dressed – a jaunty wave. Jack tried to think of it as a bonding moment. Daniel let the door fall shut and leaned on the handle. There was the soft click of a latch, and Daniel's head lolled back against the door. Yeah, he was way past mellow.
WG won't let me play 60's and 70's party music for another half hour, something about trying to sleep, sheesh. Some people.
Oh yeah. And I owe