When I kissed him, it took him about three seconds to give in. Then he put his hands on me. His tongue in my mouth. Amazing. Unlike anything I can ever remember doing. When I licked the skin on his throat he made the most incredible noises.
Daniel shoved the notebook away and shut his eyes tightly. His face felt hot with humiliation, but his fingers tingled and his toes curled, as if his body still had the sensory memory of the kisses and touches he had so palely described to himself on the lined pages.
*flails* *dies of the hotness* How could anyone live with forgetting that?!?!?!
Hell, he didn't kiss women he'd known for just one day.
It takes two days before he'll kiss. But marriage, OTOH... ;-)
He was holding the picture from Jack's cookout, not looking at it at the moment, just holding it like a precious thing.
*wibble*
"No, I don't think the two of you had quite fumbled your way to a personal relationship."
That is so very true, very them. ;-)
Sam had been clear. He and Jack weren't lovers.
*sigh* That wasn't exactly the message Sam was giving. *thwacks Daniel upside the head*
He shivered and tried to pretend that it was apprehension at the realization of the stupidity of his situation. Not anticipation of Jack's strong, warm hands binding him.
As if. GUH!
The essence of which was that the Col. is not interested even if I might be.
Noooooo! So not true!!!
Or maybe that was his own pulse, racing as he did something so, so stupid he couldn't remember the last time he did something even remotely this idiotic, even under the influence of alcohol.
Oh, but oh so good... *dies*
How could Daniel not want to remember?! How?!?! Oh please, oh please let Jack get with the program and "give the memory back to Daniel one day."
When I kissed him, it took him about three seconds to give in. Then he put his hands on me. His tongue in my mouth. Amazing. Unlike anything I can ever remember doing. When I licked the skin on his throat he made the most incredible noises.
Daniel shoved the notebook away and shut his eyes tightly. His face felt hot with humiliation, but his fingers tingled and his toes curled, as if his body still had the sensory memory of the kisses and touches he had so palely described to himself on the lined pages.
*flails* *dies of the hotness* How could anyone live with forgetting that?!?!?!
Hell, he didn't kiss women he'd known for just one day.
It takes two days before he'll kiss. But marriage, OTOH... ;-)
He was holding the picture from Jack's cookout, not looking at it at the moment, just holding it like a precious thing.
*wibble*
"No, I don't think the two of you had quite fumbled your way to a personal relationship."
That is so very true, very them. ;-)
Sam had been clear. He and Jack weren't lovers.
*sigh* That wasn't exactly the message Sam was giving. *thwacks Daniel upside the head*
He shivered and tried to pretend that it was apprehension at the realization of the stupidity of his situation. Not anticipation of Jack's strong, warm hands binding him.
As if. GUH!
The essence of which was that the Col. is not interested even if I might be.
Noooooo! So not true!!!
Or maybe that was his own pulse, racing as he did something so, so stupid he couldn't remember the last time he did something even remotely this idiotic, even under the influence of alcohol.
Oh, but oh so good... *dies*
How could Daniel not want to remember?! How?!?! Oh please, oh please let Jack get with the program and "give the memory back to Daniel one day."
*loves loves loves*
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Daniel is confuesd and tired and still scared of Jack, that's how.
And Jack seems to be at least *thinking* about getting with the program.
You are so sweet to put up with me and my ping-ponging from WIP to WIP.
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