Shortest Distance, by wistful (NC-17)
Rec Category: Daniel Jackson/Samantha Carter
Pairing: Sam/Daniel
Category: Romance, humour, angst, Daniel Jackson, Samantha Carter
Warnings: Explicit het sex.
Author on LJ: None that I've found...
Author's Website: No longer exists, as far as I know.
Link: Shortest Distance (on the Wayback Machine)
Author's summary: Daniel gets his groove back, and might even have some fun doing it.
Why This Must Be Read:
I think this was one of the very first pieces of fanfiction that I ever read, and I can't even count the number of times I've subconsciously plagiarised it (hopefully catching all those times before actually posting said material). This story is just plain fun. Descension has changed Daniel and given him some revelations about his feelings toward Sam. Wistful gives us a fun, snort-out-loud-funny, and pretty damned hot look at Daniel's sexual frustration, reminding us that at the end of the day Daniel's just a guy, after all.
Thinking about this, Daniel was distracted and looked toward Sam. He didn’t mean to. His eyes just seemed to gravitate to her now. He had to consciously control the compulsion to stare at her when his eyes weren’t otherwise occupied.
Sam returned his gaze for a second, eyes oddly bright, and Daniel got that strange feeling in his stomach again. Like someone was punching to get out. Oh, he recognized it well enough, but he only remembered having it with her for about the first year he’d known her, and even then, it hadn’t been quite this strong. It was an awkward twist of admiration and lust. Now, years of knowing her were tangled up in that mold, adding layers that he didn’t even want to think about.
Sam looked away first, and Daniel swallowed deeply. This was getting out of control. Either he’d have to get over this soon or he was going to say the hell with it and hump her fucking leg until she noticed him.
Pairing: Sam/Daniel
Category: Romance, humour, angst, Daniel Jackson, Samantha Carter
Warnings: Explicit het sex.
Author on LJ: None that I've found...
Author's Website: No longer exists, as far as I know.
Link: Shortest Distance (on the Wayback Machine)
Author's summary: Daniel gets his groove back, and might even have some fun doing it.
Why This Must Be Read:
I think this was one of the very first pieces of fanfiction that I ever read, and I can't even count the number of times I've subconsciously plagiarised it (hopefully catching all those times before actually posting said material). This story is just plain fun. Descension has changed Daniel and given him some revelations about his feelings toward Sam. Wistful gives us a fun, snort-out-loud-funny, and pretty damned hot look at Daniel's sexual frustration, reminding us that at the end of the day Daniel's just a guy, after all.
Thinking about this, Daniel was distracted and looked toward Sam. He didn’t mean to. His eyes just seemed to gravitate to her now. He had to consciously control the compulsion to stare at her when his eyes weren’t otherwise occupied.
Sam returned his gaze for a second, eyes oddly bright, and Daniel got that strange feeling in his stomach again. Like someone was punching to get out. Oh, he recognized it well enough, but he only remembered having it with her for about the first year he’d known her, and even then, it hadn’t been quite this strong. It was an awkward twist of admiration and lust. Now, years of knowing her were tangled up in that mold, adding layers that he didn’t even want to think about.
Sam looked away first, and Daniel swallowed deeply. This was getting out of control. Either he’d have to get over this soon or he was going to say the hell with it and hump her fucking leg until she noticed him.