janedavitt

I'm boosting the signal for a wonderful initiative by starglyph to collate all Jack/Daniel writers, past and present, into a list so that their fic is easy to find through links that they provide. She's been incredibly patient with my flounderings and assures me that if anyone else isn't sure what to do, she can help one on one.

All the details are here:

http://jackslashdaniel.dreamwidth.org/32812.html

Today is green_grrl's birthday and she's been celebrating it in style by the sounds of it, as is only right and proper.

Here's a tiny bit of J/D for you, a tad angsty, 250 words, no spoilers.

I hope that today is off to a great start and that cake is imminent as it should be on a birthday at every meal :-))

::much love::

( First Watch )

Just read this and oh, boy, am I totally melted into a puddle.

Hell of a Sight Jack/Daniel NC17 by dragojustine.

Daniel talking to Jack during sex is just about the hottest thing ever... beautifully done smut that builds in intensity; you can feel Daniel's control squeezing tighter with every passing moment.

First of the prompt fics; this one wouldn't fit in a drabble, so it's about 450 words.

tejas asked for SG1, J/D, clothing kink.. I went with one of my favorites :-)

( Hardly Ever )

It's the splendiferously sparkly green_grrl's birthday today (hurray!).

Here's a tiny 450 word J/D fic for you, sweetie; hope you like it and I hope you have a truly wonderful birthday :;much love and squishes::

( Early Riser )

This is not the Best Bits fourth drabble you were looking for. This is me using up the bunny I had when I thought 'glasses' would win for Daniel and making it into bunny soup.

The one for his eyes will be along shortly :-)


Lacuna

"How do you see through these?" Jack's peering through Daniel's glasses and scowling. "I can't see anything."

"Uh… that would be because you're not near-sighted?"

"It's not that; they're just filthy." Jack huffs on them while cataloguing the smudges. When he gets to something anatomically implausible just as he's polishing them on the hem of his T-shirt, Daniel grabs them and jams them back on, flushed with something he decides to label annoyance.

They're slightly smeared from Jack's fingers at the edges but he leaves them that way.

Seeing Jack clearly isn't all that safe when he's in this mood.

This one, set during 'The Light', is for theemdash ::smooches::



He's watched Daniel fumble loading a gun, heard him whisper in a voice so carrying they could probably hear him back in the Gateroom, never mind over the rise where a score of Jaffa are skulking.

He's waited through ill-timed lectures about the sanctity of cultures Jack cares nothing about, his patience shredding, and he's sighed, listening to Daniel dig them in deep with the politicians who wander, bleating about costs, through the SGC.

But this, stumbling up the ramp, through the 'gate, Daniel slung over his back, is the first time he's thought of him as dead weight.

Today is the birthday of a most special person indeed, the wonderful jenlev and you deserve the best of days, complete with all that makes you happiest.

Here's a little 250 word snippet of early Jack/Daniel, just the right size to be written inside a card :;much love::

( Keep it Secret )

It's been too long since I wrote these two; needed a fix.

No spoilers; set, oh, S4 maybe. 1300 words. On the angsty side and possibly clearer in my head than it reads. This Jack has some problems; maybe less than he realises - maybe more.


( Choices )

Okay, this one is for theemdash. Consider it a vase of flowers on the table of my LJ :-) We're swapping instant drabbles to make the place look homey; this one took, umm, nine minutes. If only that meant I could write 1,000 words in 90...

Her smut snippet in all its smutty snippy yumminess is here



Desk Job


Daniel's desk wasn't built for this. Its surface is buried under paper, books, and coffee mugs; it's the wrong height by a crucial two inches, and Jack's sure one of them is going to end up with a splinter somewhere… personal.

But getting Daniel to spell out his fucked over a desk fantasy in stammers and throat clearings, punctuated with blushes and three, count 'em, three, nervous rubs at his glasses, was too much trouble for Jack to bail now.

And Daniel's naked, hard, waiting, looking back over his shoulder, that appealing, determined, trusting look on his face.

Perfectly positioned.