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It creeps up on ya, that smile. Gushing here, but it does. Like the sun, peeking out from behind the clouds. Starts slowly, slightest upturn at the corner of his lips. His eyes never leave you, like he’s checking it’s okay to smile. Gets in your face when he thinks you need it, but needs permission to smile. So I push, prod, tease and finally get the full works. Better than the sun. Lights up my day.
Yeah, I admit it. When it comes to my Spacemonkey, I’m a sap. He has a habit of creeping up on you too.
Yeah, I admit it. When it comes to my Spacemonkey, I’m a sap. He has a habit of creeping up on you too.
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Somehow, the idea of 2 weeks in Salt Lake has improved considerably if luvverly Kate from Brum shares certain interests. Must lend her Daniel Jackson's diary (which is on the laptop), since her sense of humour also seems raunchy enough to embrace slash without throwing a wobbly. Oh, and I must sit her in front of my Sam and Chris screen paver too.
Nice. I think he looks nice with AND without his glasses, personally.
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And as evidence - Daniel looking good in glasses. Don't take the text personally. It's the exasperated look that's so sexy.