"Nothing
wrong with that, is there? A couple of co-workers, friends,
if you
will, fishing,"
Yeah, right, O'Neill.
Like she's
not going to become all flabbergasted at the mere thought
of
spending time with you.
Days and nights.
In your cabin.
Alone.
Because she sees right through your little bravado act.
Pretending its all so innocent.
She knows what will happen.
One gaze into her blue eyes and you just melt.
That grin stays on your face no matter how much you try to charm.
"Land of sky blue waters, loofahs, ya sure
ya betcha snookums,
mosquitos, Home of the loon..."
Damn.
I hate the Asguard.