It's a metaphor for sex.
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minxyI really love moments of intimacy that take you by surprise, that have trust and silent communication and meaning. There was this one Pegasus B fic with Rodney and Daniel dancing, that's it, all they were doing, and it was so, so sexy. Respectable by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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I just read a similar moment, a bit angstier, though, bystillane (on sdraevn's rec); Revelations, which involves John cutting his hair and shaving his beard, among other things (post Epiphany). John/Rodney.
Now, obviously I like this stuff, because I've used these kind of silent connection metaphors myself (the one with Sam and makeup and the OC? Anyone?), but I also just really like quiet moments that are unhurried and not necessarily out to accomplish anything, like when Jack just looks at Daniel's hands, and maybe kisses them, or just messes with all the nerve endings there, running fingers over the palm or nipping at the pads of a finger gently just to feel sharp teeth on fingerprints...
Se-xy. Feel free to leave me comment fic with the quiet moment sexy, or a link to another fic with a like moment.
Because as someone who probably deserves more credit from me said, if two people are on stage singing to each other, they're falling in love; If they're dancing together, they're making love. Metaphor! It's not just an old fashioned idea! Smack me over the head with a metaphor.
Note to self: ponder later if this is a knee jerk reaction to the p0rn battle.
ETA: this is only slightly off-topic, butsurrealphantast has written a beautiful Sam fic Buffalo in which there is engineering and Sam and a road trip by herself.
troyswannI just read a similar moment, a bit angstier, though, by
stillane (on sdraevn's rec); Revelations, which involves John cutting his hair and shaving his beard, among other things (post Epiphany). John/Rodney. Now, obviously I like this stuff, because I've used these kind of silent connection metaphors myself (the one with Sam and makeup and the OC? Anyone?), but I also just really like quiet moments that are unhurried and not necessarily out to accomplish anything, like when Jack just looks at Daniel's hands, and maybe kisses them, or just messes with all the nerve endings there, running fingers over the palm or nipping at the pads of a finger gently just to feel sharp teeth on fingerprints...
Se-xy. Feel free to leave me comment fic with the quiet moment sexy, or a link to another fic with a like moment.
Because as someone who probably deserves more credit from me said, if two people are on stage singing to each other, they're falling in love; If they're dancing together, they're making love. Metaphor! It's not just an old fashioned idea! Smack me over the head with a metaphor.
Note to self: ponder later if this is a knee jerk reaction to the p0rn battle.
ETA: this is only slightly off-topic, but
surrealphantast has written a beautiful Sam fic Buffalo in which there is engineering and Sam and a road trip by herself.
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Date: 2006-01-15 02:12 am (UTC)Are you TRYING to kill me? YOU ***DO*** realize I have 90-something Rayne-fics to write, all 50Adam Kinks, a handful of personal "requests", finishing The Casino Job, slashing up Mabi some more and...oh god, no. SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT.
lost to do list. I LOST THE GORRAM TO DO LIST!
*cries*
Gonna go wallow in some Jackson/Mitchell and see if it makes me feel better...
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Date: 2006-01-15 02:52 am (UTC)*is coming up blank*
Darn it.
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Date: 2006-01-15 03:38 am (UTC)http://www.livejournal.com/users/wraith816/43475.html (http://www.livejournal.com/users/wraith816/43475.html)
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Date: 2006-01-15 07:02 am (UTC)Um, and what if I were to talk about Jack sucking on Daniel's toes? *EG*
*is unrepentant*
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Date: 2006-01-15 07:04 am (UTC)Two birds, one stone, all that.
*enables*
Okay. I'll comment fic you! Take that!
Date: 2006-01-15 07:42 am (UTC)From the moment he walked through the circle and down the metal ramp, out of the green of the forest and into concrete and weapons, he expected the memories to flood him, but they didn’t. He expected to feel at home, among family, and warm, but the light was different, the angles harsh. He felt on display and he froze up, cold.
Not even a removal of the armed men, a room with fabric walls like he was accustomed to, a woman he should have known, a return of his possessions (they said), none of these was enough to mimic torchlight, firelight, the smell and sound of crackling wood, the visual cues of home and hearth and warmth.
He couldn’t even tell them what he was feeling, couldn’t register good, bad, familiar, alien. Only different, all different.
A hollowed out shell of a man stripped of his borrowed identity, he was not sure he truly existed. Ever, anywhere.
This man he trusted, who was guiding him through the stares and starts of recognition he could not return, who was challenging him with words, pushing, wanting, but never so hard Daniel lost his balance. And that was surprising, because he felt much more precariously perched than his companion seemed to think he was.
There was a box. Many boxes, probably. In the shock of images, nostalgia for places he could not name but looking at their daguerotype, knew he had been; and not in the pale two dimensional, textureless copy, but in truth, in a place where the sun beat down hard and the sand blew into your clothes, where the camels yawned awful breath but the horizon brought wonders.
He was filled with wonder. He was accompanied by ghosts he couldn’t name, and he didn’t realize that he had been left alone, he didn’t even realize when he slept.
The next day, after he walked the halls and remembered how to read, how to translate, how to feel, how to be a part of something, how to contribute. After he spoke to people, listened to them, offered what he could and left the meeting more confused, he remembered the box.
He was half-way through it, paper rustling lightly around him, stone and glass and paper and ink set as reverently outside it as they had been stored within, that he ran his fingers over a laquered surface, a perfect circle. Daniel felt the rise in varnish where an image was painted over the background, felt the porous underside where it was meant to be set down. Drew his fingers through the handle and knew how he would hold the cup firmly, carefully cradling whatever what inside it.
He scrambled through the sea of paper, still without his sealegs, to get to the door and find the man’s office. He had to ask several people and finally turned around for the assistance of his ever-present airman.
He forgot to knock, forgot to close the door behind him. Daniel walked into Jack’s office with a grin on his face and Jack set down the telephone receiver.
“You liked that one.” Jack said as Daniel placed the mug on his desk.
“I’ve never seen this one before, Jack.” Daniel said with certainty as he turned the face towards the other man; wish you were here, in Colorado Springs, it said.
“You sure about that?” Jack asked, eyes never leaving Daniel’s face.
“Yeah. It’s starting to come back to me.” Daniel said, laughing, gesturing in circles with his free hand. The relief was infectious, and Jack’s eye’s crinkled out of their interrogating innocent look. When he smiled and threw his shoulders back, Daniel knew Jack would hug him.
Still, he was surprised by the warmth of it, how it enveloped him; he knew he was not a small man. They fit, though. He fit, in this crazy concrete planet where warmth and sand and desert existed somewhere.
Or he would fit, when he remembered how. In the meantime, he had renewed faith that he had existed here once, and would again. He was home.
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Date: 2006-01-15 12:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-15 05:32 pm (UTC)You would get nothing, because I just don't get the foot fetish thing. Yes, I know I'm weird.
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Date: 2006-01-15 09:26 pm (UTC)lolllllllllllll. What? It's funny in my head.
I don't get the foot fetish thing either, but a good foot massage? You can base a whole movie around that and get John Travolta dancing.
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Date: 2006-01-15 09:27 pm (UTC)Re: Okay. I'll comment fic you! Take that!
Date: 2006-01-15 09:31 pm (UTC)Re: Okay. I'll comment fic you! Take that!
Date: 2006-01-17 05:27 am (UTC)So I've now gone through several rounds of nominating at the Isis awards, and I can't remember what I've nominated already and what I haven't. I hope they're still willing to be patient with me.
Just noticed there was a drabble category, though, and I'm reminded of this fantastic Daniel/Janet drabble that Jane Davitt wrote for me....
Re: Okay. I'll comment fic you! Take that!
Date: 2006-01-17 12:29 pm (UTC)