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One Bare Hour by Dorothy Marley (NC-17)
Fandom: STARGATE SG-1
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
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dmarley
Author Website: http://dmarley.mattachine.com/
Why this must be read: Because it is erotic, and lovely, and because it will break your heart into little, bitty pieces. This story begins in season one or two, with Daniel on the verge of finding Sha're, and it captures a moment in time where Jack and Daniel are free to be everything they want to be to each other, without boundaries. The sex in this story is scorching hot, but I love the story because of the deeply emotional undercurrents. It hurts, but in the best possible way.
Daniel wrapped his hands together, letting them hang clasped between his knees. "But the fact is, now that I'm facing the real possibility, I find myself thinking about the things I didn't do while I had the chance. Wondering."
Now Jack was looking puzzled. "Like what?"
"Well, I always wanted to get you to teach me how to parachute, for one."
That got a laugh, and a sly smile. "Oh, if only you knew how many times I'd have liked to push you out of an airplane."
"With a parachute, I hope," Daniel qualified, and got another shrug.
"Well, usually," Jack confessed, and took another pull of his beer. "It's not a bad idea, actually. You, me, Carter and Teal'c. We'll take the whole team. It'll be fun." He waved the bottle. "What else?"
"Oh, I don't know." Daniel thought a moment. "I'll never be able to prove to the academic community that I'm not a complete crackpot, that all my theories were actually true and that they're the ones who are full of it."
"That's a worthy goal," Jack conceded. "Go on."
"I'll never be able to have a crack at that language from Ernest's planet. That's a big one."
"Pretty big," Jack agreed. "Anything else?"
"I'll never find out what it would have been like to make love to you."
For a moment, Daniel wasn't sure if he'd even managed to say it out loud. Jack's expression didn't change one iota, and it wasn't until it continued not to change that Daniel realized that he'd probably said it after all. Finally, though, Jack blinked, and leaned forward to set his beer on the table between them.
"I'm sorry," he said. "But either I've had *way* too much to drink, or--"
Daniel aimed for indifference, for the kind of casual off-handedness that seemed to come so easily to Jack, and almost succeeded. "I said that I wondered what it would be like to make love to you."
Jack nodded once, then looked away. "Okay. That's what I thought." He wiped a hand down his face. "Wow. You don't go much for little goals, do you?"
One Bare Hour
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Author on LJ:
dmarleyAuthor Website: http://dmarley.mattachine.com/
Why this must be read: Because it is erotic, and lovely, and because it will break your heart into little, bitty pieces. This story begins in season one or two, with Daniel on the verge of finding Sha're, and it captures a moment in time where Jack and Daniel are free to be everything they want to be to each other, without boundaries. The sex in this story is scorching hot, but I love the story because of the deeply emotional undercurrents. It hurts, but in the best possible way.
Daniel wrapped his hands together, letting them hang clasped between his knees. "But the fact is, now that I'm facing the real possibility, I find myself thinking about the things I didn't do while I had the chance. Wondering."
Now Jack was looking puzzled. "Like what?"
"Well, I always wanted to get you to teach me how to parachute, for one."
That got a laugh, and a sly smile. "Oh, if only you knew how many times I'd have liked to push you out of an airplane."
"With a parachute, I hope," Daniel qualified, and got another shrug.
"Well, usually," Jack confessed, and took another pull of his beer. "It's not a bad idea, actually. You, me, Carter and Teal'c. We'll take the whole team. It'll be fun." He waved the bottle. "What else?"
"Oh, I don't know." Daniel thought a moment. "I'll never be able to prove to the academic community that I'm not a complete crackpot, that all my theories were actually true and that they're the ones who are full of it."
"That's a worthy goal," Jack conceded. "Go on."
"I'll never be able to have a crack at that language from Ernest's planet. That's a big one."
"Pretty big," Jack agreed. "Anything else?"
"I'll never find out what it would have been like to make love to you."
For a moment, Daniel wasn't sure if he'd even managed to say it out loud. Jack's expression didn't change one iota, and it wasn't until it continued not to change that Daniel realized that he'd probably said it after all. Finally, though, Jack blinked, and leaned forward to set his beer on the table between them.
"I'm sorry," he said. "But either I've had *way* too much to drink, or--"
Daniel aimed for indifference, for the kind of casual off-handedness that seemed to come so easily to Jack, and almost succeeded. "I said that I wondered what it would be like to make love to you."
Jack nodded once, then looked away. "Okay. That's what I thought." He wiped a hand down his face. "Wow. You don't go much for little goals, do you?"
One Bare Hour
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