Slowly, careful not to jostle anything on the counter, Samira takes two steps across the tiled bathroom floor until she can see Trinity and Parker again. Just to keep an eye on them, so I know when they’re leaving, Samira tells herself, deliberately ignoring the shiver that washes over her as she peers through the crack in the door. Samira can just make out the edge of a bed behind Parker, and the thought — the possibility — makes her lower belly clench with sudden, traitorous heat.

They look incredible together, the lamplight by the bed casting them both in a deep, bronze glow, shadows slip-sliding down to the space between their bodies. Trinity’s hair is loose around her shoulders, Parker cupping the back of Trinity’s head as they kiss, and Parker’s shoulder flexes slightly as she pulls Trinity closer.

They…this is not my fault, they shouldn’t be doing this…Parker’s her attending, this is so…so…

So hot, Samira squashes the thought before it can fully form, refusing to acknowledge the pu

Jack’s just taking pictures whenever he sees something worth photographing, something that seems to fit what he’s being told in class, about line and shape and color and beauty.

It’s like the camera knew before Jack did.

Alec wants something, but he’s not sure what it is. Eliot figures it out.

Commandos era. Steve goes to a brothel and learns something.

“Are you sure you’re up for this, space man?” Amy teases, and the Doctor huffs, tugging at his bow tie to straighten it out.

“Of course I’m up for this. Human coupling is hardly the scariest thing I’ve had to face this week. Are you sure you’re up for this, Amelia Pond?”

Amy leans up and pulls at the Doctor’s braces, grinning when they snap against his chest.

Ordinary curiosity makes him look.

Okay, no, if Rodney’s being honest with himself, it’s more than that. It’s mild suspicion. It’s the fact that Rod creeps him out. There’s something…freaky about having his doppelganger roaming at will around Atlantis. Charming the pants off of Rodney’s family and friends.

Ronon and Teyla are beautiful together, and still Rodney doesn’t want to be here.

Can you make it until 3 a.m.? he’d asked. I should be able to figure something out by then.

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, kaffeeklatsch, or late night three-hand poker—at the outside, certainly nothing more risqué than maybe a drunken game of Twi

When Teyla managed to wrap up the trade negotiations on PX-2546 four hours early, John was tempted to hug her, which was how he knew he was getting a little weird about this whole – whatever the hell he had going on with Rodney. Because they’d been stuc

When the door opens, a wave of tiny stings travels down Vala’s scalp, down her spine, and settles heavy as lead in her belly.

You wanted this, remember?

Nighthawks. Freya turned, looking for the source of the single word. She got halfway around when the picture flashed into her head – a view of four people from a distance – four people seen through a diner window. Three men and a woman – one man beh

He reached for his waistband, and this was really really Elizabeth’s cue to stop watching and click away, but she was still there when he finished wiggling out of his pants.

Fraser sat firmly in his seat on the couch—already embarrassed and they hadn’t even started yet—and watched Ray hunt for the remote control. “See,” said Ray, his voice muffled by the cushions on the red chair, “we watch it, and when we get to

Joe’s about five minutes away from home when he realises he’s left next week’s script back at the lot. He could drive in and get it tomorrow, then he’d still have the weekend to work on it, but it’ll play on his mind all night, and it’s not as if he’s got

“Jerk off for me.” Rodney is straddling him, fingers running through the hair on John’s chest as his ass brushes against John’s hard cock. “I want to watch you.”

“Oh,” gasped Rodney, face hot against John’s, “Oh wow,” and shuddered all over, a full-body writhe.

It’s all a matter of perspective.

Rodney had been down there for the better part of two hours with Lorne and John was pretty sure Lorne was likely going batty right about now, with Rodney snapping and snarking at him.