Pushing Buttons
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Kindest regards,
CK
Title: Pushing Buttons
Author:muck_a_luck, posting in brainofck
Pairing: Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jack plays Daniel like a violin. Or possibly more like a kazoo. And not exceptionally well.
Content/warnings: Um. But. Um. It would spoil the surprise. Warnings for the really, really squeamish at the end. Shouldn't be too scary for the rest of you.
Words: 99
Disclaimer: If anybody is planning a script like this for SG-1, I'm certainly not going to claim any rights to it. However, I'd be delighted to work in a co-writing/consulting/first-reader/advisory-type capacity, with my fee to be negotiated at that time. :D
Archive rights: Absolutely none. My journals only.muck_a_luck and brainofck
Beta: Dude. Don't blame anybody else for this. Well. Except her, of course. *glares*
Jack knew exactly how to push his buttons.
Vanity. "You've been workin' with Teal'c. Show it off."
Manly pride. "You know everything looks bigger without..."
Insecurity. "Don't you sometimes miss women?"
All of which produced, "Ah! Ngh! Unh! Owowowow!!!!!!!!!!! Ssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Extreme anger. (Slightly nasal, a little whiney), "Fer cryin' out loud! I meant I wanted to shave you!"
Humiliation. "You used this? Uh. Sarah had this kind especially for, you know, those parts..."
Yeah. Jack pushed all his buttons. Bastard.
Vanity (again). "You look totally hot."
Revenge. "I've got shaving cream and a straight razor, Jack, just for you."
Content/warnings: Hair removal. With Nair.
If you're interested, all my stories, in order, from one page. Also, my fiction recommendations.
zats_clear,I hate you.
Kindest regards,
CK
Title: Pushing Buttons
Author:
muck_a_luck, posting in brainofckPairing: Daniel Jackson/Jack O'Neill
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jack plays Daniel like a violin. Or possibly more like a kazoo. And not exceptionally well.
Content/warnings: Um. But. Um. It would spoil the surprise. Warnings for the really, really squeamish at the end. Shouldn't be too scary for the rest of you.
Words: 99
Disclaimer: If anybody is planning a script like this for SG-1, I'm certainly not going to claim any rights to it. However, I'd be delighted to work in a co-writing/consulting/first-reader/advisory-type capacity, with my fee to be negotiated at that time. :D
Archive rights: Absolutely none. My journals only.
muck_a_luck and brainofckBeta: Dude. Don't blame anybody else for this. Well. Except her, of course. *glares*
Jack knew exactly how to push his buttons.
Vanity. "You've been workin' with Teal'c. Show it off."
Manly pride. "You know everything looks bigger without..."
Insecurity. "Don't you sometimes miss women?"
All of which produced, "Ah! Ngh! Unh! Owowowow!!!!!!!!!!! Ssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Extreme anger. (Slightly nasal, a little whiney), "Fer cryin' out loud! I meant I wanted to shave you!"
Humiliation. "You used this? Uh. Sarah had this kind especially for, you know, those parts..."
Yeah. Jack pushed all his buttons. Bastard.
Vanity (again). "You look totally hot."
Revenge. "I've got shaving cream and a straight razor, Jack, just for you."
Content/warnings: Hair removal. With Nair.
If you're interested, all my stories, in order, from one page. Also, my fiction recommendations.
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Date: 2008-02-20 03:34 am (UTC)(And what? No pictures this time?) :p
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Date: 2008-02-20 03:38 am (UTC)