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..sigh...
Can you tell me how to get to Sesame Street?
Yeah. OT5. SG-1. All of them.
They don't remember when he joined in, whether it was about him or them, or any one specific thing. Sam knows Daniel likes to take extra time on Jonas, knows he likes to make the Kelownan beg. It's probably some horribly Freudian thing about dying and coming back to life.
She knows that Jack occasionally gets this strange look in his eyes while he watches any of the other three go down on her. She knows she comes harder when he's watching.
Time twists around them, crises come and go, but occasionally, these moments occur. Sweaty slick bodies and sex and the pulsing need to feel and feel and feel until they're all five exhausted and sated and spent.
It doesn't happen often. Just enough.
Enough so that they no longer feel quite so alone, like their own rocks in the middle of a tide that keeps battering them into the sea.
And it's enough that she can have him, even if she has to share him.
Yeah. OT5. SG-1. All of them.
They don't remember when he joined in, whether it was about him or them, or any one specific thing. Sam knows Daniel likes to take extra time on Jonas, knows he likes to make the Kelownan beg. It's probably some horribly Freudian thing about dying and coming back to life.
She knows that Jack occasionally gets this strange look in his eyes while he watches any of the other three go down on her. She knows she comes harder when he's watching.
Time twists around them, crises come and go, but occasionally, these moments occur. Sweaty slick bodies and sex and the pulsing need to feel and feel and feel until they're all five exhausted and sated and spent.
It doesn't happen often. Just enough.
Enough so that they no longer feel quite so alone, like their own rocks in the middle of a tide that keeps battering them into the sea.
And it's enough that she can have him, even if she has to share him.
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Because Sam? is *so* just as possessive as he is.
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Dude, I think my brain just melted. *begs you to write it*
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Hmm, this totally assumes you *are* adding on to the fic, huh? PLEASE!! *grovels*
BTW, I didn't like your fic at all, you slutty woman. Never write again! *hopes fervently that reverse psychology works*
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I can... see if it works. They're all suddenly doing the "Not talking to you" thing. Which could just mean my brain doesn't want to write explicit porn at work.
And. Uh. *snickers*
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I can wait. *pulls out sleeping bag and waits by computer*