PG, Sam/Teal'c; Stargate SG-1; "Unending" fic. 900 words, for
maevebran.
She is bent over the finely crafted shape of a cello, arms poised in elegant if hesitant motion, the pale arch of her neck distracting in its vulnerability.
( The Food of Love )
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stargatefic and at AO3)
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She is bent over the finely crafted shape of a cello, arms poised in elegant if hesitant motion, the pale arch of her neck distracting in its vulnerability.
( The Food of Love )
(x-posted to
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