now I understand
Jun. 23rd, 2004 10:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
applecameronI've been doing more reading than posting and am fighting the nigh-irrespressible urge to say 'hi' to everyone on my friendslist, etc., so, instead, I'll take 5 minutes and write some smut. Or something.
*shuffles cards* (those of you who know me IRL have seen this act before)
....now, bear in mind that I don't have my Tarot Cards of Loooooove on me at the moment, I'm using a miniature deck of cards for Hearts that came with a bottle of chewable children's vitamins. Your mileage may vary.
*turns over one card*
*looks confused*
Oookay, it's the six of horseshoes....I'm not sure how to interpret that one.
(Chance from Strange Luck? Shit, that's a toughie, do I remember any of the other characters? Maybe I'll get lucky with a crossover -- get it? Lucky? Ha-ha, I kill myself, I'm so funny.)
(Didn't someone do an X-Files reference on that show, once? Or was it a fic?)
*turns over a second card*
Huh. The six of rabbits. (Rabbits, rabbits....Rabbits? Who the fuck does rabbits mean?)
And, the twelve of shamrocks.
I give up. I've no idea. See, if I had my Tarot Cards of Looooooooove, my fanfic Tarot, this would be meaningful. I swear. I'm completely at a loss. The muse, she is looking at my cards, then at me, then at my cards, then at me. You get the picture.
Maybe she's just stoned.
Screw it, I'll just write some Stargate SG-1.
Sam put the can of Fosters down, held one hand up, and burped grandly. Jack slapped on his thigh in a Zen-like attempt at applause. His other arm was wrapped in a cast.
"Here," said Daniel Jackson. He handed over the joint. Teal'c had wrapped this one, carefully, explaining at length about rituals on Chulak regarding a certain dried and smoked substance, until everyone but Daniel yelled at him to finish, already, and light up, for Christ's sake, wouldja?
She toked, drawing deep and holding it. They'd all survived earlier in the day that initial moment of oh-god-it-tickles when first inhaling, after so long not touching the stuff -- though Carter wasn't admitting any whens, ifs, or buts -- but it was that kind of weekend, after that kind of mission.
Jack's arm wasn't the only thing broken.
Janet took it next, with practiced ease, face tilted up to the late afternoon sun. It was beautiful up in the mountains. Teal'c had gone hunting that morning, standing so still, for so long, a deer leaned up against him and scratched, as if he were a tree.
Hunting for memories, for special places, like they all did. For the things that kept them alive under the mountain and in the dark places where the Stargate sometimes took them.
"My turn," said Jack. He drew in and held his breath, then lost it and started giggling. Contagiously. This resulted in him and Daniel coiled around each other, legs and arms, and all that could touch, touching.
No one looked away, as they kissed, and Daniel's hands stroked the insides of Jack's thighs.
They looked, hunting for memories. For special places. For the things that kept them alive in the darkness.
*shuffles cards* (those of you who know me IRL have seen this act before)
....now, bear in mind that I don't have my Tarot Cards of Loooooove on me at the moment, I'm using a miniature deck of cards for Hearts that came with a bottle of chewable children's vitamins. Your mileage may vary.
*turns over one card*
*looks confused*
Oookay, it's the six of horseshoes....I'm not sure how to interpret that one.
(Chance from Strange Luck? Shit, that's a toughie, do I remember any of the other characters? Maybe I'll get lucky with a crossover -- get it? Lucky? Ha-ha, I kill myself, I'm so funny.)
(Didn't someone do an X-Files reference on that show, once? Or was it a fic?)
*turns over a second card*
Huh. The six of rabbits. (Rabbits, rabbits....Rabbits? Who the fuck does rabbits mean?)
And, the twelve of shamrocks.
I give up. I've no idea. See, if I had my Tarot Cards of Looooooooove, my fanfic Tarot, this would be meaningful. I swear. I'm completely at a loss. The muse, she is looking at my cards, then at me, then at my cards, then at me. You get the picture.
Maybe she's just stoned.
Screw it, I'll just write some Stargate SG-1.
Sam put the can of Fosters down, held one hand up, and burped grandly. Jack slapped on his thigh in a Zen-like attempt at applause. His other arm was wrapped in a cast.
"Here," said Daniel Jackson. He handed over the joint. Teal'c had wrapped this one, carefully, explaining at length about rituals on Chulak regarding a certain dried and smoked substance, until everyone but Daniel yelled at him to finish, already, and light up, for Christ's sake, wouldja?
She toked, drawing deep and holding it. They'd all survived earlier in the day that initial moment of oh-god-it-tickles when first inhaling, after so long not touching the stuff -- though Carter wasn't admitting any whens, ifs, or buts -- but it was that kind of weekend, after that kind of mission.
Jack's arm wasn't the only thing broken.
Janet took it next, with practiced ease, face tilted up to the late afternoon sun. It was beautiful up in the mountains. Teal'c had gone hunting that morning, standing so still, for so long, a deer leaned up against him and scratched, as if he were a tree.
Hunting for memories, for special places, like they all did. For the things that kept them alive under the mountain and in the dark places where the Stargate sometimes took them.
"My turn," said Jack. He drew in and held his breath, then lost it and started giggling. Contagiously. This resulted in him and Daniel coiled around each other, legs and arms, and all that could touch, touching.
No one looked away, as they kissed, and Daniel's hands stroked the insides of Jack's thighs.
They looked, hunting for memories. For special places. For the things that kept them alive in the darkness.
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on 2004-06-24 11:40 pm (UTC)