I don't live in the U.S., but I feel (slightly) unfulfilled. I wrote OT4 fic this week, but I'm not sure if that's what you meant. However, I do all the housework at home so that my roommates don't have to worry about it on top of their schoolwork. That's nice, right?
And dear, I feel like I should write *you* a fic, to make it all even. ;)
Although, if you are so inclined, I've decided that there's not enough Daniel/Vala/Cameron fic out there. So, if you wanted, that would be a great contribution to me fandom.
Re: Contents May Be HotshihadchickNovember 18 2006, 06:48:31 UTC
scooted over from your link on the noticeboard - I love all the snippets from the poll, but I think this is my favourite because, well, COFFEE and parking and ambiguous date numbering and just... hot. seriously, seriously hot. YUM.
John just wiped him up with a Starbucks napkin and went down on him, thumb beating nervously on Rodney's hip.
He also drove really, really fast. Rodney made him stop at a gas station, tore open a packet of raw sugar, and made John suck on his fingers till he calmed down. And those two paragraphs especially just absolutely knocked my socks off. *dead from guh*
Re: Contents May Be HotshusuNovember 18 2006, 17:48:03 UTC
*fans your dead body*
One detail omitted because of POV (and coffee) -- the salt-sweet of Rodney's fingers. It was that combination, that sharpness. Otherwise they could've just used the sugar packet.
Meerkat FashionshusuNovember 17 2006, 21:43:01 UTC
They bellyflopped on the last scrap of cover, and surveyed the situation. "Oh, we're screwed."
Normally John brushed off Rodney's comments, but they had Cadman and Lorne with them. He found himself more irritated by their irritation than Rodney's constant babbling; the time to let Rodney get under your skin was in the middle of a crisis. "It's just a short run to the stargate."
"What part of UV-detecting don't you get?" Rodney waved a hand at the open field of purple grass.
Cadman, surprisingly, backed up Rodney. "I don't think we could make that at a sprint before the sting ray thingy sees us."
Lorne made a little motion that meant McKay wouldn't make that run, but Rodney didn't see it; John quirked his lips to agree
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McKay, Jackson, Vala - exhaustion
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And dear, I feel like I should write *you* a fic, to make it all even. ;)
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THANK YOU.
I SWEAR, YOUR KARMA FACTOR IS, LIKE, +A TRILLION OR SOMETHING.
I AM SO HAPPY. I AM GRINNING LIKE A LUNATIC.
WILL COME BACK WHEN MORE COHERENT.
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mckay/sheppard second-date
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"I'm guessing it wasn't called The Place," Rodney said. "Why are we here? I mean, the Air Force Academy is done the road ( ... )
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John just wiped him up with a Starbucks napkin and went down on him, thumb beating nervously on Rodney's hip.
He also drove really, really fast. Rodney made him stop at a gas station, tore open a packet of raw sugar, and made John suck on his fingers till he calmed down.
And those two paragraphs especially just absolutely knocked my socks off. *dead from guh*
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One detail omitted because of POV (and coffee) -- the salt-sweet of Rodney's fingers. It was that combination, that sharpness. Otherwise they could've just used the sugar packet.
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Teyla, Ronon, John, Rodney.... and democracy.
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My poll closed 14 minutes ago, and I just got back, is this still okay?
SGA - McKay, Cadman, John, and Lorne. - Vegetables.
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Normally John brushed off Rodney's comments, but they had Cadman and Lorne with them. He found himself more irritated by their irritation than Rodney's constant babbling; the time to let Rodney get under your skin was in the middle of a crisis. "It's just a short run to the stargate."
"What part of UV-detecting don't you get?" Rodney waved a hand at the open field of purple grass.
Cadman, surprisingly, backed up Rodney. "I don't think we could make that at a sprint before the sting ray thingy sees us."
Lorne made a little motion that meant McKay wouldn't make that run, but Rodney didn't see it; John quirked his lips to agree ( ... )
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Sniffing the root, John decided not to tell them they'd probably stay purple for a long time until *after* they geared up.
HA!
Thank you!
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