Eheheh

[brainofck]

A conversation in slow motion.



green_grrl: Right now my hormones are taking me in a porn direction, which is good considering it's bondage week... I have bandana thing to finish in the next few days.

CK: Particularly looing forward to bandana porn. I'm thinking there should be dirt involved. :)

green_grrl: Bandana porn is for bondage week, so it HAS to get done... Wah. No dirt in sight. Grr.

CK: I had a vision of Jack, Daniel, a blindfold, a beach, a soft brush, and an order to be very very still... :)

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[green-grrl.livejournal.com]

Heh heh heh! I wonder where you got that idea? ;-)

[brainofck.livejournal.com]

The beach was all pristine soft white sand as far as the eye could see. It was good to be king General, as a planet of pristine beaches could be your own private vacation spot. And right now, Club Stargate was all his.

Well, almost.

He lay sprawled on a huge fluffy towel, high tide just tickling his toes, warm firm sand doing wonders for his back, when the first trickle of sand fell onto his belly. He startled awake from a half-sleep and knocked away the bandana he had draped over his eyes, to find Daniel standing over him with a fist full of sand, which he was dribbling in a steady, slow stream over Jack's bare chest.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you," Daniel said.

"I was awake!" Jack protested.

[green-grrl.livejournal.com]

*squints* This doesn't look like mpreg. *snert*

[green-grrl.livejournal.com]

Also... next? *tries to peek into CK's brain*

[brainofck.livejournal.com]

"Of course you were."

Another fistful of sand.

"Hey! Watch where you're putting that," mumbled Jack, but was too drowsy to do much more than vaguely swat him away.

"I'm bored. Those caves were a bust."

"So? What, you need something old and sandy to entertain you, then?"

"I prefer to think of you as interesting and dusty."

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Family hovering, demanding dinner. Brain hurting. Baby cranking.

[green-grrl.livejournal.com]

Family hovering, demanding dinner. Brain hurting. Baby cranking.

Wah. Club Stargate = Brain happy place? Oui? Non?

*hands Daniel archeology brushes*