Rating: PG-13 (slash)
Disclaimer: They're not mine I just borrow them from time to time and promise to give them back in perfect working order...eventually ;).
Season/Spoiler info: Any after season 4.
Authors notes: After the last one, I thought I'd never write slash again. Turns out I was wrong. This is a sequel or 'companion' if you will to Colonel Sock's "Hands" although it can be a stand-alone. Daniel's POV describing Jack's smile.... I know it's one of my favourite parts too.
He doesn't smile often, but when he does it's incandescent. It warms me inside even after all these years. It's the first thing I see every morning and the last every night before bed. It's soft and sensual, sly and sexy all at the same time. It's full of mischief, humour and mirth, it burns away his demons.
His lips have shouted orders and cried out in pain, but they've also whispered words of love and brushed over heated skin. After difficult missions and sleepless nights they are my salvation.
He lay before me in placated sleep. A soft smile graces his lips and pinches his cheeks. I drink in its easy repose with unfathomable adoration. I can't help it; I reach across to gently trail my fingertips over his lips, over his smile.
He draws a slow deep breath and opens his eyes to stare directly at my own. I don't move...he doesn't want me to. His lips part to wrap themselves around my fingertip, slowing encasing it. He traces the length with the tip of his tongue followed by the light scraping of his teeth and back out again. I leave my fingers lightly pressed against his lips as they part again to utter a single word, "Daniel"....
The End
