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stargateficrecRec Category: Sam/Daniel
Pairing: Sam/Daniel
Category: Het, Sam/Daniel
Warning: Het, Sex
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dirty_diana
Author's Website: Shocking Pink
Link: Strawberry Ice Cream
Why This Must Be Read:
They're both kind of drunk, Daniel a little bit more. Then, they have sex in Jack's truck. And Jack? Well, he knows this. This is a quick read and it's just great.
"Daniel, we can’t."
"Daniel, we can't." His low voice mimics hers, sound trailing after him as he walks.
She frowns, watching his shadow moving on the ground. She's not used to being the shy one. "If the colonel catches us..." she begins.
"Jack's not going to catch us," he says, stopping abruptly and leaning back against the gleaming clean finish of the Colonel's Ford. She stumbles on a pebble, and he reaches out to catch her with one sure hand, arms sweeping around her waist to draw her closer. "Jack is busy telling that story about the time he almost caught the monster-sized bass. That story is at least an hour long."
He's exaggerating, as usual. She smiles. "He might get distracted."
"Distracted?" Daniel repeats. "Jack? From a story about fishing?"
Pairing: Sam/Daniel
Category: Het, Sam/Daniel
Warning: Het, Sex
Author on LJ:
dirty_dianaAuthor's Website: Shocking Pink
Link: Strawberry Ice Cream
Why This Must Be Read:
They're both kind of drunk, Daniel a little bit more. Then, they have sex in Jack's truck. And Jack? Well, he knows this. This is a quick read and it's just great.
"Daniel, we can’t."
"Daniel, we can't." His low voice mimics hers, sound trailing after him as he walks.
She frowns, watching his shadow moving on the ground. She's not used to being the shy one. "If the colonel catches us..." she begins.
"Jack's not going to catch us," he says, stopping abruptly and leaning back against the gleaming clean finish of the Colonel's Ford. She stumbles on a pebble, and he reaches out to catch her with one sure hand, arms sweeping around her waist to draw her closer. "Jack is busy telling that story about the time he almost caught the monster-sized bass. That story is at least an hour long."
He's exaggerating, as usual. She smiles. "He might get distracted."
"Distracted?" Daniel repeats. "Jack? From a story about fishing?"
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