Up.
Down.
Up.
Down.
I felt the annoying urge to stand up and yell 'Stop the bus I wanna get off!', but I restrained myself.
Up.
Oh God, I'm going to throw up. Now. I reached out and grabbed the nearest thing to my hand and squeezed tightly, trying to distract my nauseous brain from the motions of the small boat.
Down.
Who the hell said fishing was romantic?
Up.
Dow-
Holy shit. I blinked in shock, my lips still tingling from his kiss.
Fishing? Romantic? Maybe not, but who the hell cared?
Colonel Jack O'Neill just kissed me.
Yee-bloody-ha.
Story Notes: Okay, I suppose this could actually be considered a sequel to Ya sure, You Betcha - although it wasn't written with that in mind. But now that I think about it....
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