Explanations are in Order (1/1)
Explanations are in Order
Teen
Het (Daniel/Vala), Established Relationship, Humor
Episodes: Season Ten or later
Warnings: Mentions a highly controversial topic *nods sincerely*
Synopsis: Vala finds something in Daniel's closet and demands an explanation.
Explanations are in Order
"Daniel," Vala began in that voice he knew meant she was up to no good.
Come to think of it, she was rarely not up to no good. And that sultry silky voice of hers was making him think in double negatives when all he really wanted to do was concentrate on his book.
Okay, he didn't really want to concentrate on the book, he wanted her in bed beside, on top, or underneath him, but grabbing the book was his way of trying to cope with the ridiculous amount of time she spent in the bathroom getting ready for bed when really her lovely nightie wasn't going to stay on nor her hair stay pinned up, so why did she even bother?
Now he was thinking in run-on sentences... but why was he critiquing the grammar of his thoughts?
"Yes?" he replied instead, not putting the book down, not throwing back the covers, and not insisting she stop fooling around in the closet and start fooling around with him.
"Why is this in the back of your closet?"
Loaded question. "This" could mean a lot of different things, and as Daniel's mind began to run the gamut of the various gag gifts he'd been given by Jack over the years, he decided he could save himself all sorts of mental meanderings and simply look up from the book.
"Oh." He cocked his head, readjusted his glasses, and stared again. "That was just a joke."
"A joke?"
"Yeah." Seeing how she didn't look convinced, he felt further explanation was needed. "When I first Descended, I had a lot of problems sorting out my memories. Meditating with Teal'c helped some, but I found I needed... more. So I took up aikido, one of many martial art forms designed to help center body and mind. Naturally, when Jack found out, he got me the uniform and fake sword. Then he started spreading these stupid stories about me being a 'night-time ninja' and a 'vigilante crimefighter'."
Vala eyed the solid black uniform she held in one hand, then let her gaze slide to the wrapped sword. "Not a ninja?" she asked.
"Not a ninja."
Nodding, Vala dropped the costume in the floor and practically pounced on him, throwing his book in the floor and knocking his glasses askew again. Plucking the lenses of his face, she set them on the nightstand and leaned in for a kiss. Before their lips touched, she pulled back, eyeing him through narrowed eyes.
"Say it."
Daniel grinned. "Pirates are way cooler than ninjas."
"Of course we are," she grinned.
And then they didn't talk at all.