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So, y'know...
Five hours of Red Cap last night meant I had a lot of porn on the brain today. And there was this bit where I was discussing why it is that Sam and Jack have more porn in my head than Nate and Dom (Jo and Roper are about in the middle, except when he's being cute.)
And I realized that, Sam and Jack have no canon-porn. So they hop to it in fanon at any time they can.
But, Dom and Nate? They had porn in canon. So they're a little more blase about it... Which led to the following scene. (and another one with Tabitha bitching because she wants breakfast, but the kitchen is... occupied...)
Well, the scene that's under the cut. I'm still talking about irritating fictives.
Do you know how hard it is to have porn in your head all damned day? And I can't actually *write* it. I don't think they'd be all that impressed if they read over my shoulder, "And then she grabbed his penis." Or something like that (that was abrupt. *eyes Jo* Didn't even give the man a chance to wake up fully, did you? Sigh....).
Luckily, on the plot side, I can do strange little notes. Even if they only make sense to me. Although, I'm saddened to say that I may have to actually *have* an Ascended Daniel around, because he really does do the great "Snark at Jack and Sam" lines. And I really can't see Jonas doing them, although, in two years, he might. But that's beside the point.
However, now I'm curious. Where are the queens producing larval goa'uld for the jaffa? Wouldn't that be, like, a HUGE place to bomb?
The Tok'ra? Think long-range, but not quick enough.
And I still hate the Tollan.
*snicker* Sam, on why SG-1's not worried about being held prisoner by rebels: "You haven't separated us, tortured us, tied us up--" "But you did take my cards." "Sir..." "Anyway, Doc Frasier's worse." "Sir!" "Well, she *is*, Carter! Big honkin' needles!" "Just wait until I tell Janet, sir." "...damn." "Indeed, O'Neill." "Oh, don't worry, Colonel, I'll just smile at her a lot." "Thank you SO much, Jonas." "Um, excuse me? I'm holding you prisoner, here? I'm supposed to be watching you, making you worried?" "Yeah, whatever. You got any cards?"
Erm. Anyway.
Oma Desala needs to be destroyed. ...I have a note here with someone telling Jack to stop being a dirty old man. Yeah. THAT'll happen.
Hrm. I need to go make some Teal'c icons...
There was a hockey game on. Nathan Dayspring wasn't all that interested in it, but it was something to watch. He was, regretably, bored. Probably because the kids were out at the mall, and his partner was still asleep.
Now, if she'd been awake... Considering that fun prospect, he shifted on the couch.
"Nate?"
"Hrm?" Aha. She was awake. He casually glanced out the corner of his eye at her. And nearly stopped breathing. Oh, yeah. Domino was awake. And she was naked.
"I'm bored."
"Watch hockey?"
She huffed, and he could swear that thump was her bare foot stamping down on the carpet. "Don't wanna."
"Oh." Nate carefully turned the volume up a notch. "So, what do you wanna do?"
"Be pissed at you."
"Whyyy?"
"Because we haven't had sex today."
Fighting back a chuckle, he shot a glance at her. "We had sex last night."
"Yes." She replied as if speaking to a very slow child, "And then we slept. We haven't had sex this morning."
"Ah." He waved a hand at the t.v., "I'm watching hockey."
"And here we have the reason I'm pissed at you."
"And, that would be?"
"I'm naked. And you're watching hockey."
Nathan Dayspring was not a stupid man. He knew when he had pushed things far enough. Especially since there were only three hours until the kids had said they'd be back. "Hrm. Y'know, on second thought, Dom, I'm from the future. Hockey sucks." He pushed the power button and hopped up. "So. Sex?"
"Thought you'd never ask."
-finis-
And I realized that, Sam and Jack have no canon-porn. So they hop to it in fanon at any time they can.
But, Dom and Nate? They had porn in canon. So they're a little more blase about it... Which led to the following scene. (and another one with Tabitha bitching because she wants breakfast, but the kitchen is... occupied...)
Well, the scene that's under the cut. I'm still talking about irritating fictives.
Do you know how hard it is to have porn in your head all damned day? And I can't actually *write* it. I don't think they'd be all that impressed if they read over my shoulder, "And then she grabbed his penis." Or something like that (that was abrupt. *eyes Jo* Didn't even give the man a chance to wake up fully, did you? Sigh....).
Luckily, on the plot side, I can do strange little notes. Even if they only make sense to me. Although, I'm saddened to say that I may have to actually *have* an Ascended Daniel around, because he really does do the great "Snark at Jack and Sam" lines. And I really can't see Jonas doing them, although, in two years, he might. But that's beside the point.
However, now I'm curious. Where are the queens producing larval goa'uld for the jaffa? Wouldn't that be, like, a HUGE place to bomb?
The Tok'ra? Think long-range, but not quick enough.
And I still hate the Tollan.
*snicker* Sam, on why SG-1's not worried about being held prisoner by rebels: "You haven't separated us, tortured us, tied us up--" "But you did take my cards." "Sir..." "Anyway, Doc Frasier's worse." "Sir!" "Well, she *is*, Carter! Big honkin' needles!" "Just wait until I tell Janet, sir." "...damn." "Indeed, O'Neill." "Oh, don't worry, Colonel, I'll just smile at her a lot." "Thank you SO much, Jonas." "Um, excuse me? I'm holding you prisoner, here? I'm supposed to be watching you, making you worried?" "Yeah, whatever. You got any cards?"
Erm. Anyway.
Oma Desala needs to be destroyed. ...I have a note here with someone telling Jack to stop being a dirty old man. Yeah. THAT'll happen.
Hrm. I need to go make some Teal'c icons...
There was a hockey game on. Nathan Dayspring wasn't all that interested in it, but it was something to watch. He was, regretably, bored. Probably because the kids were out at the mall, and his partner was still asleep.
Now, if she'd been awake... Considering that fun prospect, he shifted on the couch.
"Nate?"
"Hrm?" Aha. She was awake. He casually glanced out the corner of his eye at her. And nearly stopped breathing. Oh, yeah. Domino was awake. And she was naked.
"I'm bored."
"Watch hockey?"
She huffed, and he could swear that thump was her bare foot stamping down on the carpet. "Don't wanna."
"Oh." Nate carefully turned the volume up a notch. "So, what do you wanna do?"
"Be pissed at you."
"Whyyy?"
"Because we haven't had sex today."
Fighting back a chuckle, he shot a glance at her. "We had sex last night."
"Yes." She replied as if speaking to a very slow child, "And then we slept. We haven't had sex this morning."
"Ah." He waved a hand at the t.v., "I'm watching hockey."
"And here we have the reason I'm pissed at you."
"And, that would be?"
"I'm naked. And you're watching hockey."
Nathan Dayspring was not a stupid man. He knew when he had pushed things far enough. Especially since there were only three hours until the kids had said they'd be back. "Hrm. Y'know, on second thought, Dom, I'm from the future. Hockey sucks." He pushed the power button and hopped up. "So. Sex?"
"Thought you'd never ask."
-finis-