*thud* Ow!

[brainofck]

Good morning all!

Our inspirational picture for the day is




Please feel free to write 100 words regarding RDA/Jack's hotness. Or tags. Or relative heights. Or the look on Daniel/MS' face. Or what General Hammond (or the guy at the door) is thinking as he pretends to ignore the hotness and/or antics of his 2IC.

BTW, I flagrantly stole this picture from zats_clear (not hotlinking!!!) who I thing probably got it from one of her minions for her captions challenge.

If you have not visited zats_clear, she amuses herself with a caption or so a day.

OK. Going now.

*ogles Jack one last time*

Comments

[whisper99.livejournal.com]

Jack: Coffee? (what he's really saying is: Daniel, do you see this hard on I've got? It's all for you. Come on, be a mensch, blow me after this meeting, eh?

Daniel: Yeah, sure (what he's really saying is: If I look at your hard on, I'm going to go under the table and blow you right here!)

Hammond thinking: *sigh* Guess we'll have to blame this on another alien influence.

Dude at the door thinking: Wonder if Dr. J is gonna give us a floor show this time?

[zats-clear.livejournal.com]

*votes for floor show*

[brainofck.livejournal.com]

Eheheheh.

[green-grrl.livejournal.com]

Jack: Like anything you see?

Daniel: What, are you kidding? You know damn well I'm 30 seconds away from sucking down the coffee and then tackling you to the floor.


(Plus this is the episode with the lovely, intimate, microphone scene! *combusts*)

[brainofck.livejournal.com]

Heh. The one that makes the great about-to-kiss icon. *shakes head* *snickers*

100 Words

[zats-clear.livejournal.com]

Still waiting for his first cup to kick-start his brain and generate the power necessary for linguistic speed-tongue and rapid-fire synaptic brilliance, Daniel slowly became aware of Jack’s close, oh so close, presence. He panned his blue eyes upwards, taking in the posture, the gesture, the goddamn carafe of his drug-of-choice held inches from his body, and blinked. Once, twice, three times. Almost as an afterthought, Jack murmured, “Refill?” while the briefing flowed around them. Daniel managed a slight nod, not entirely sure to what he was acquiescing, and took in the enticing aroma. The coffee smelled damn good, too.

Re: 100 Words

[brainofck.livejournal.com]

*blinks*

Re: 100 Words

[zats-clear.livejournal.com]

what?

Re: 100 Words

[brainofck.livejournal.com]

What?

Re: 100 Words

[zats-clear.livejournal.com]

are you playing Jack or Daniel in this dance?

Re: 100 Words

[brainofck.livejournal.com]

You know. I'm mellow. It's all good.

Re: 100 Words

[zats-clear.livejournal.com]

ahh. well, you asked for 100 words, and I gave you...100 words
*hates paring things down*

Re: 100 Words

[green-grrl.livejournal.com]

Eh heh heh heh heh! Jack doesn't mind enabling the speed-tongue, I'm sure. ;-)

[mresundance.livejournal.com]

Holy hell!

Jack clearly has a hardon and Daniel is seriously considering. That's all I can say for it right now.

[brainofck.livejournal.com]

I told you it was inspirational! :D

[starting-gate.livejournal.com]

LOL! This is great; I'm glad you pointed me to your deflowering. :)