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determinedAmaranth is looking for a few good prompts to kick her muse in the mikta so she can actually write something ever again.
Leave a comment with a prompt, including the SG-1 character(s) you want her to focus on, and Amaranth will write a ficlet for you! Prompts can be words, phrases, situations, or whatever tickles your fancy. Those of you of the ship or gen persuasion, be sure to specify if you want the characters to be having lots and lots of sex or, y'know, not.
Annnnnd...... GO!
Characters: Sam & Daniel
Sex: could be, not required, definitely shippiness, though
Prompt: Joss Whedon
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Sam shielded her bowl of popcorn from the grabby hands coming at her from the left. "Mmph!" She swallowed the kernels in her mouth and batted him away. "Get your own salty goodness."
Daniel pouted but then raised an eyebrow. "Salty goodness?"
"Yes. And this is mine. You'll understand once you sit still long enough to watch some of this."
His eyelashes batted pathetically at her. "But I'm hungry."
Sam snorted and tossed a kernel at his forehead. "Fine."
Daniel eagerly reached for her bowl, but she swept it out of his reach again. "Only if you promise to sit and watch."
"Okay, okay. Popcorn. Gimme."
As he stuffed a handful of fluffy kernels into his mouth, Sam finally hit the play button on her DVD remote. The disc started where she'd previously queued it up, allowing her to avoid the menu and intro, which would have inevitably started Daniel whining about it not being worth his time.
The shot began on the outside of a building before cutting inside to a shot of the library. The camera moved down the hall and through a doorway, ending up in what was obviously biology classroom.
Daniel lifted the bowl as Sam swung her legs up, draping them over his lap. He offered her a handful before settling the bowl between her calves. Sam stretched one arm across the back of the sofa, her fingers idly playing with the short hair at the back of his head.
He was scowling at the television screen. "Is that a high school?" he asked around a half-chewed mouthful of popcorn. He turned his scowl on Sam. "What are you making me watch? Is this a kid's show?"
"Shut up and pay attention. The guy who created this show is a genius. You'll see."
The shot closed in on a window as someone broke it from outside. A young man and woman climbed into the school, sneaking around through the darkened classroom into the hallway. The woman stopped there, claiming she didn't want to go. They nearly kissed, but she jumped away when she heard a sound down the corridor.
"Let me guess," Daniel said. "The poor blonde woman gets killed by some evil bad thing." His head flopped back against the sofa cushions and he yawned melodramatically even while keeping an eye on the television.
Sam smiled and massaged her fingers against his scalp. "At least give it a few minutes."
On the screen, the guy was trying to spook the girl, which she clearly wasn't appreciating. He changed his tack and leaned around a corner, "Helloooo?" No one responded and he turned back to her. "There's nobody here."
"Are you sure?" the nervous blonde asked.
"Yes, I'm sure."
"Of course there's someone there," Daniel muttered. "She's so dead." He tossed a piece of popcorn sideways at Sam, who threw it back at him. "I can't believe you like this crap."
"Okay," the blonde on the screen said, still looking down the dark hall. Suddenly, she turned back toward her date. Her face was distorted and long fangs glistened in the half-light of the school. She grabbed the young man by the shoulders and sank her teeth into his neck.
Sam watched as Daniel chewed his popcorn thoughtfully while the opening credits to Buffy the Vampire Slayer rolled.
"Hunh," he said. "That was unexpected. And kind of clever."
Sam smirked. "Told ya."
(p.s. if I ever end up with the highly-unlikely chance of meeting you in person, consider yourself warned now - be prepared for glomping)
Ohmygoodness. And I just got your email. Okay, heh. Trying not to be freaked by my new stalker ;)
I'm just heading to bed, but I'll get back to your email tomorrow, okay? :)
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"Two weeks leave," Daniel panted. "I can't believe it."
Sam collapsed onto him, crushing her lips against his. When she released him long enough to breathe again, she quirked an eyebrow at him. "That's what you were just thinking about?"
He ran his hands up her bare thighs still straddling his hips and wiggled underneath her. "Among other things."
Her teeth tugged on his bottom lip before her tongue soothed it down. "You're clearly thinking far too much..."
She was doing something fairly remarkable with her internal muscles and Daniel felt an impossible stirring. Again.
He frowned up at her, trying to concentrate. "Actually, I'm thinking there might be something wrong."
Sam grinned at him and then thrust her tongue into his mouth for an exuberant exploration. She squeezed again, forcing a groan from his control. "Everything feels pretty spectacularly right from this position."
"Well, yes..." Daniel wrapped his arms around her and rolled them across the bed together, abandoned sheets tangling around their legs. His tongue drew a path up the valley between her breasts before his mouth descended to suck at her collar bone. As if with a mind of their own, his hips ground into and against her, making her head thrash on the pillows.
Her hands were clutching at his ass, trying to drive his rhythm. That wouldn't do, she'd just had her turn. His hands slid down to her wrists and pulled them up into the pillows above her head. And then Daniel's lips and tongue and teeth were exploring that spot behind her ear that he knew drove her crazy.
"God, yes," she murmured, writhing beneath him. Then, a moment later, something changed. "You're right."
Daniel lifted his head to see her blinking up at him, the sheen of sweat glistening over her body.
"The wine." Sam licked her lips, and Daniel wanted to do it for her. "There must be some latent effects of the Iridian wine we all drank."
He tried to focus again. Yes, a refractory time of approximately thirty seconds was definitely not normal. Particularly since he'd had at least five mind-blowing orgasms in the last -- he glanced at the bedside clock, wow -- three hours. Definitely had to be the wine. "Do you want to stop and call Janet?"
She didn't answer, instead giving a wicked grin as she squeezed him again. His smiled and kissed her; his eyes rolled closed and his hips naturally resumed their thrusting.
Then something occurred to him, and he laughed.
Sam was frowning vaguely at him. "What?"
"I was just wondering," Daniel said, adjusting his angle, satisfied when Sam uttered a panting gasp, "what Jack and Teal'c are doing right now."
I want Sam and Daniel (haha, don't we all), watching a show. I don't know what show and I'll leave that to you, but something with a hardcore fandom, such as Supernatural or Firefly. Actually, I just saw your fandom tags, so I want it to be Supernatural since i know you like that! Yes, Sam and Daniel watching Supernatural. What would happen? (Also, no spoilers for Supernatural beyond obvious "oh they killed that evil alien" type thing please, because I'm only on season 1 and have so far protected myself from any particularly shock-tastic storylines - assuming there are any!). Sex is good, but not necessary! I guess it depends where the muse takes you!
That ok?
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Daniel squinted at the television as the Winchester brothers slayed the monster of the week. "Don't we get enough violence in our daily lives?"
Sam tugged his arm tighter around her shoulders. "Come on. I like this show." Her fingers toyed with his, making him smile.
"Yeah, with the mythology and the suspense and the evil things trying to kill people..." He nuzzled his nose into her hair as the show's leads drove down the highway on their way to whatever adventure the next episode promised. "It's not too close to home at all."
He watched the shot fade to black as the taillights of their trademark car vanished over a hill, and he suddenly realized something. "It's the car, isn't it?"
Sam laughed. "What can I say?" She gave him a teasing smile as her hands left his to stroke down her own neck and chest. "It gets me all hot and bothered."
Daniel licked his lips and shifted on the sofa to face her. He leaned forward until his nose brushed hers. "I thought that was my job."
"Well," Sam said, her tongue darting out to lick at his lips. "You're not bad."
He eased her back into the cushions as his hand made its away under her blouse and over her warm skin. He cocked an eyebrow at her. "Not bad?"
"Hey, this is a '67 Chevy Impala we're talking about." Her breath caught as his thumb grazed her erect nipple. "But you're solidly in second place."
Daniel nipped at her collarbone, tasting the salty sweetness of her throat. "I suddenly feel the need to prove my manhood."
"Trying to improve your standing?" Her fingers were already working the buttons of his shirt. Her cool touch smoothed over his chest, around his waist, and over his back until her hands dipped under his belt.
He laughed as she pulled him down on top of her. "I've always been an overachiever."
The car rocks. I just watched the season 1 ep provenance, and I loved the bit outside the auction house when there are all the expensive car (yellow Ferrari!), and then their tatty black thing on the end. Hehe.
I just read your Joss Whedon prompt too, and that was also good. I've never seen the first season of Buffy, so was suprised like Daniel by the ending!
As for Dean's Impala, I've had a Supernatural/SG-1 crossover in progress for approximately forever in which I blatantly expose Sam Carter's instant infatuation with that car. ;)
Sam/Daniel smut (sorta) and SPN. Gotta love it.
Nice job on this! :)