This pairing is determined to be adorable in my head. I try to write Jack an' Daniel, but then Ba'al kidnaps Jack to have wild, raunchy sex with him in front of Daniel and me and makes me write about it.
Not that I'm complaining, mind.
A 100 word drabble that popped into my head when trying to figure out how the Goa'uld see the world... And Jack insisted on being Ba'al's bitch.
For the Loyal Trio as always! And people, please, review the story! puppy eyes
O'Neill is underneath your ribbon. Writhing, furious, but helpless.
You think it is a shame that he must serve fools he hates. He told you about them while he was your "guest."
Senator Kinsey. Harry Maybourne.
You feel oddly proud to have that information.
He is limp on the floor now. Your ribbon isn't going. The only sound is his ragged breathing.
You kneel and pull him, unresisting, into your lap. The eyes of his team are on you, infuriated.
You ignore them, and pet his hair. The strands are soft.
He's perfect, you decide. You've always wanted a pet.