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And Then Let Me Walk Away by not jenny (PG-13)
Fandom: STARGATE SG-1
Pairing: Daniel/Janet
Author on LJ:
mazily
Author Website: circlegirl.com
Why this must be read:
I must confess it's always amazed me that there's such a following for a pairing that has SO little basis in canon, but sometimes Daniel/Janet is written in such a way that it just works. This Janet is brittle, and a little bitter. The fic is wistful, and entirely believable, and (of course) beautifully written.
I. your clothes smelled like grass and your hair tasted just like lemons
It was summer, then, and her skin was three sizes too small for her body. He smelled like freshly cut grass, and, when they kissed, she could taste beer and lemonade on his tongue. The air was heavy. She couldn't breathe.
He was alive, gloriously so, and Cassie insisted that he spend the day with them. So they grilled hamburgers and sat in the sun watching for messages in the clouds. The smell of burning charcoal lingered in the air as day faded into dusk. A lightning bug landed on Janet's arm.
Everything moved in slow motion. Touch. Taste. Everything floating underwater, and she knew this was wrong, even as she traced the line of his jaw with her tongue, she knew this was something that couldn't be. The sound of Cassie's Gameboy echoed in her ears. His sighs were harsh and sandpaper rough against her skin.
It only happened the one time, but all the Listerine in the world couldn't erase his taste from her mouth.
And Then Let Me Walk Away
Pairing: Daniel/Janet
Author on LJ:
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Author Website: circlegirl.com
Why this must be read:
I must confess it's always amazed me that there's such a following for a pairing that has SO little basis in canon, but sometimes Daniel/Janet is written in such a way that it just works. This Janet is brittle, and a little bitter. The fic is wistful, and entirely believable, and (of course) beautifully written.
I. your clothes smelled like grass and your hair tasted just like lemons
It was summer, then, and her skin was three sizes too small for her body. He smelled like freshly cut grass, and, when they kissed, she could taste beer and lemonade on his tongue. The air was heavy. She couldn't breathe.
He was alive, gloriously so, and Cassie insisted that he spend the day with them. So they grilled hamburgers and sat in the sun watching for messages in the clouds. The smell of burning charcoal lingered in the air as day faded into dusk. A lightning bug landed on Janet's arm.
Everything moved in slow motion. Touch. Taste. Everything floating underwater, and she knew this was wrong, even as she traced the line of his jaw with her tongue, she knew this was something that couldn't be. The sound of Cassie's Gameboy echoed in her ears. His sighs were harsh and sandpaper rough against her skin.
It only happened the one time, but all the Listerine in the world couldn't erase his taste from her mouth.
And Then Let Me Walk Away