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Another SG1 drabble...
He’s watching me again. He does that a lot. He thinks I haven’t noticed, or that if I do I’ll put it down to his infamous mother hen instincts. He’s notorious for fussing over me, his inept little Spacemonkey. Hugs. Touches.
Caresses.
Unsure of the meaning behind these touches I pretend I haven’t noticed. I do that a lot too, pretend to bury myself in my work, in whatever artefact I’m painstakingly uncovering. Usually I do lose myself, become completely unaware of my surroundings. But not when he’s watching me.
When he’s watching me all I’m aware of is him.
He’s watching me again. He does that a lot. He thinks I haven’t noticed, or that if I do I’ll put it down to his infamous mother hen instincts. He’s notorious for fussing over me, his inept little Spacemonkey. Hugs. Touches.
Caresses.
Unsure of the meaning behind these touches I pretend I haven’t noticed. I do that a lot too, pretend to bury myself in my work, in whatever artefact I’m painstakingly uncovering. Usually I do lose myself, become completely unaware of my surroundings. But not when he’s watching me.
When he’s watching me all I’m aware of is him.
