Not What They Supposes by Anais (NC17)
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stargateficrecRec Category: Slash
Pairing: Paul Davis/Teal'c, Daniel/Teal'c, Daniel/Paul Davis
Category: Slash/PWP
Warning: Slash
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
notmonkey
Author's Website: http://www.versaphile.com/anais/index2.asp
Link: http://www.versaphile.com/anais/quoodle.htm
Why This Must Be Read: I hated to give the pairings for this, as they're a spoiler of sorts, but I've read this fic so many times that I can say with confidence it gets better when you know what's going on.
Which is the slow, sneaky seduction of one stressed-out Major Davis in lyrical, hot, hot prose.
Massage fics are practically a sub-genre of their own and this one is a classic with so much else besides. There's Anais' sly humour, those words, lush and sensual, painting a picture you want to sink into, and there's cut with a knife UST all over the place. It's a threesome fic where the three of them are never in the same room, and aren't really a threesome but they're still all tangled up in a glorious mess of lustful longing.
A Heinlein character once said geniuses make their own rules about sex. Anais' Daniel resembles that remark.
“It is of no consequence,” Teal’c said, and began making an attempt on Paul’s pants.
“No…wait…I think it isss…”
Paul gasped. Teal’c had managed to slip his pants down over his butt enough to place a kiss on the base of Paul’s spine. Right at that place where his finger had stroked earlier. Teal’c’s tongue circled and pressed, sending a slow burn of sensation up the length of Paul’s back.
“…n’t…” Paul hastily corrected.
Pairing: Paul Davis/Teal'c, Daniel/Teal'c, Daniel/Paul Davis
Category: Slash/PWP
Warning: Slash
Author on LJ:
notmonkeyAuthor's Website: http://www.versaphile.com/anais/index2.asp
Link: http://www.versaphile.com/anais/quoodle.htm
Why This Must Be Read: I hated to give the pairings for this, as they're a spoiler of sorts, but I've read this fic so many times that I can say with confidence it gets better when you know what's going on.
Which is the slow, sneaky seduction of one stressed-out Major Davis in lyrical, hot, hot prose.
Massage fics are practically a sub-genre of their own and this one is a classic with so much else besides. There's Anais' sly humour, those words, lush and sensual, painting a picture you want to sink into, and there's cut with a knife UST all over the place. It's a threesome fic where the three of them are never in the same room, and aren't really a threesome but they're still all tangled up in a glorious mess of lustful longing.
A Heinlein character once said geniuses make their own rules about sex. Anais' Daniel resembles that remark.
“It is of no consequence,” Teal’c said, and began making an attempt on Paul’s pants.
“No…wait…I think it isss…”
Paul gasped. Teal’c had managed to slip his pants down over his butt enough to place a kiss on the base of Paul’s spine. Right at that place where his finger had stroked earlier. Teal’c’s tongue circled and pressed, sending a slow burn of sensation up the length of Paul’s back.
“…n’t…” Paul hastily corrected.
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