The shocks from that were white-hot, and Jack moaned a little before he could suppress it. Daniel dragged their lips together, all pressure and the slight drag and rub of chapped skin and the first hint of the wet-heat of his saliva on Jack's lower lip. He didn't even try to press Jack's lips apart. Jack's entire world, the whole of his physical awareness, pulled in to that single point, that intensity of sensation and aching want. / Daniel pulled back then, and looked at him. "Not a good idea," Jack ground out, with the uneasy feeling that he was saying his line, hitting exactly the cue Daniel had given him.
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Date: 2008-09-12 06:29 am (UTC)Totally love that whole section.