Change of Perspective by rotschopf (NC-17)
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Rec Category: Slash
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Cameron Mitchell
Pairing: Cameron Mitchell/Daniel Jackson
Het/Slash/Gen: Slash
Warning: language
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Author's Website: The Drow's Dark Musings
Link: Change of Perspective
Why this must be read:
Where to start... This is my fav Cam/Dan fic ever. I love the transition we get to see from fuck buddies to lovers throughout a typical day for Cameron and Daniel. There's a fantastic flow to this piece that transitions almost seemlessly between the two stages. Rotschopf shows us the suble changes like calling each other "Cameron" and "Daniel" throughout the day, waiting for each other in the infirmary, and Daniel's things creeping into Cameron's bathroom. And then the final scene. *sigh* Just right!
Story Summary: Sometimes, the universe requires a change of perspective.
They had established a comfortable pattern. There were the nights where Daniel would just drop by unannounced and they would proceed to fuck each other's brains out. No words were exchanged or needed on those nights. No caresses were given or received either. No kisses. It was simple and mindless fucking. Stress relief. There really was no other way to describe those interludes. And he was quite sure that he didn't want to find a different term for them. Daniel would always leave right after it. Quietly, without questions of a next time. They both knew there would be a next time. There always was.
Then, there were those nights where Daniel would come to his place and hug him without needing to explain his skin hunger. Those were the nights they would just cuddle on the couch and watch some old movies over a beer or two. Or wine, in Daniel's case. They still wouldn't talk. It wasn't necessary. They simply shared a level of innate understanding that made words needless, inadequate even.
Those were the nights Daniel would stay until the morning, spooned tightly against his body. They would get up together, have breakfast together and go to the Mountain together. Still, they didn't talk until they had actually slipped into the personas they wore around the SGC. Where "Daniel" would turn back into "Jackson" and "Cameron" into "Colonel". It was their way to protect what they shared during the night. A constant that he didn't want to change.
Yet, one morning it did change.