Title: You'd Save Me From the Aliens
Pairing: Dan/Jones
Rating: just shy of NC-17
Words: ~900
Summary: Just a hotel with no heat and some almost-porny ridiculousness.
Notes: Bon voyage,
eggnogged! Who I hope gets to see this one way or the other before she goes, as I'm very eleventh-hour and full of fail. Unfortunately not terribly occasion-appropriate
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'oh, whorehouse, I've burnt the toast!'
HAhaha, I need to start saying that!
Have I already said "ohh, the fondling"? <3 This should keep eggy nice and warm! :D
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i heartily second this sentiment. ;D
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I don't know what Jones was doing reading Star Trek slash! XD And I may or may not occasionally say "oh, whorehouse."
I really do want to write them forever! They make me all stupid and starry-eyed. <3
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Hmmmm, fondling under the blankets. Also, I love Jones saying he'd totally take advantage of Dan, hahah. XD
"Mmm. Blow me in a fucking arctic hotel room and take me to the market in the morning for one of those sausage galette things Sandrine was on about?"
OH I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE. <3
And guh, that entire last line, so sweet and kind of sad but also very hot. Well done, you. *___*
I'll be in my bunk tent. You're awesome. <3
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You're long gone to aeroplane-land, but safe travels and bon voyage (and hurry back)! <3 <3
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This is a fun little twist on the share-the-body-heat theme. I enjoyed everything about it, right down to the fact that the two of them even know enough French to communicate.
Was Jones reading Star Trek slash? Or is that just my hopeful imagination.
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Jones was totally reading Trek slash. I don't know why or how but it originated the blanketfic cliché so my brain always goes there. XD
Thank you, my dear! <3
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