A new story over at choc_fic. It's by me! the present hour. Summary: The only reason he'd even come in was because there'd been three lifesigns on the detector, which he'd figured meant, you know, kaffeklatsch, or late night three-hand poker—at the outside, certainly nothing more risqué than maybe a drunken game of Twister. Tags: fiction, ot4, sga where it's at: couch perfection I feel funny and my pants are: late and a tad surly the world is singing and it sounds like: something electronic is humming
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