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Drabble a Day 100, July 3, 2012, Teal'c/Daniel
Title: Cultures
Fandom: Stargate SG-1 Pairing/Characters: Teal’c/Daniel Prompt: warriors Drabble #: 100 Date: July 3, 2012 Word count: 278 Next pairing: Ratchet, Sam AN: So I ended up a bit on the sick side yesterday. Still a bit sick today. Deal and enjoy. *~*~*~* “DanielJackson,” Teal’c greeted as the young linguist walked over and sat down next to him. “You have been buried in the library for the last few days. I thought that you would have been discussing the information with others,” he said, a wan smile slipping over Daniels lips. “Teal’c, I’m a nerd, no matter what culture I’m a part of or near,” Daniel stated, waving one hand. “They all want to speak with jack or Sam just because they seem like the better fighters.” “I am sorry,” Teal’c said, reaching out to pull Daniel into his lap, feeling the younger male relax with a sigh. “It’s not your fault,” Daniel hummed, patting one large arm, stroking over the muscled appendage. “I’m surprised that you’re not with them, watching the spars going on,” he said, tilting his head back, blinking. “I was, but I wished for silence,” Teal’c rumbled, watching as his lover flushed under his gaze. “I can always leave you to your silence,” Daniel breathed as he turned around and came to straddle Teal’c’s lap, large hands resting on his hips. “No, you will stay here, I think,” Teal’c growled, hauling his lover up and into their room. Ten minutes later, as they were coming together in an intimate embrace, an alarm went off, warning of an attack. By the time the Jaffa who had come to attack them had been taken care of, Daniel was muttering creative death threats, clothes still mussed from having been just tossed on. Teal’c couldn’t help but feel pride as those warriors that had called his mate weak was looking on in jealousy as Daniel dragged him back to their room.