New Unending Ficlets
Days of Our Lives
Disclamer: Don't own them. just for fun.
Spoiler: Unending
Category: General
Rating: PG, second one lightly R
I know the title is kinda lame, naming it after a soap opera which I've never even seen but it just seemed to me perfect with the concept. A few selected moments from their lives.
Beta'd by Isabel. Thanks a lot.
Feedback is love!
(Second Year)
Vala hummed happily as she put the last letter 'E' on the Scrabble board and moved her right hand to take the pencil, and to write the score down only to be stopped by Daniel, who was scowling at the word on the board.
“It isn’t a word.”
“Yes, it's.” She countered.
“No, not.”
“Yes. I've seen it on the forums so many times before.”
He moved his left hand over to his temple, massaging it to ease the oncoming headache. Vala started fidgeting where she sat on bed, in a perfect Indian-style mediation position, making the boards and letters on it shake. “Vala, I don't care how many times you've seen it on the Net. Adorkable is not a word.”
“Yes, it's.” She curled her lips back at him. “It means 'adorably dorky'.”
“I'm a linguist with two PhDs. I think I'd know better than you if it were. It's just a thing people made up from their collective asses.” He snorted with disdain. “But that doesn't mean it's legitimate.”
She pulled her hand from his grip, taking the little paper with her. “Well, I'm sorry that you feel that way, but it's a very legitimate word and as I said before it means 'adorably dorky'.” She marked nine points to herself on the paper and threw it down. “In addition, it means 'The pompous, two PhDs, dumb ass whose company I'm in might get his pompous ass kicked if he doesn’t shut up.” She faltered for a moment, taking a deep breath. “It also means 'I love you.'” She added lastly.
“Well, my dear humpty dumpty I'm sure--” He started but cut himself off. “What?” He blinked. “What?”
“I said that it also meant 'I love you.'” She repeated.
“You do?” He asked in amazement.
“Of course, I do.” She shook her head, smiling. She moved her legs from their position, and skipped forward on the bed until she sat on the edge of bed, beside him.
“Since when?” He asked, the game and bickering was forgotten.
She arched her left eyebrow. “Is it important?”
He shrugged idly. “No, I guess not.”
She tilted her head to her side, slightly troubled his lack of returning confession. It wasn’t really a big deal. She had already said those three words without meaning them so many times before; they had already lost their meaning. She actually didn’t quite believe in being in love anymore, but again the feelings she felt for Daniel only could be explained with the word love by lack of a better expression.
“Well, I’ve been feeling it from some time. I’ve been this close to saying it so many times after sex with you.” She admitted, moving her thumb over to her index finger, demonstrating. “But it’s pitifully clichéd, saying them after sex. Then I considered to saying it with a romantic event, candles etc... But that’s also terribly cliché that it didn’t seem right. Therefore, I’ve figured that I had to get over it and just say it. It is not like it’s a big deal.”
“What?” He asked in confusion, knitting his brows. “Why isn’t a big deal?”
“The feelings…” She trailed off, and then shook her head. “When we say things many times, they lose their meaning. Maybe they don’t even have them at the first place. We just assume they have.” She reached his jaw, caressing the flesh with her fingertips. “How can you describe happiness? Or love?”
“Vala-“He started but her finger on his mouth stopped him.
“No. I know what I’m feeling. Deep down I think I always knew.” Her fingers moved over to his chin, turning his head completely to her. “I love every damn second I spend with you, whatever we do. When we talk, when watch TV, when listen to music, when we laugh, when we fight, when we do nothing but sit quietly, stargazing. I love all of them, just because you’re with me.”
“I love when you’re furious, when you’re angry at me, frustrated, bothered. I love when you show your passion. Just because I’m the only person that brings them out of you, the only person sees that side of you.” She dropped her hands, moving them over to his upper arms.
She swallowed and gave a throaty laugh. “But I love when you comfort me, when you take care of me, when you take me into your embrace, whispering sweet nothings into my ear. Because that you’re the only person who can make me believe in them.”
“I love when you’re all dark and moody, staring gloomily at space, when your face is knitting in a frown, when you’re talking about life, about the unfairness of all things until they make you scream. I love when you scared, when you’re unreachable, when you hide behind your invisible and stupid walls, because when you occasionally let me in, it makes me feel special, makes me feel important, and makes me feel loved.”
“So for the sake of briefness, I just love you.” She finished, smiling shyly.
He pulled her against his chest, embracing her tightly. “I just love you too.” He managed, swallowing through a lump behind his throat. She sighed in relief, letting out a deep breath she didn’t know she was holding. He moved his hand over her chin, lifted her face up to him as he leaned into a passionate kiss. “I just love you too.” He repeated when they separated, his head resting against her, breathing deeply.
“Since when?” She asked with a throaty voice.
Since when, he thought. He didn’t really have an answer for that question. Weird things happened all the time in life. And He, Daniel Jackson, loving Vala Mal Doran was definitely one of them. Yeah, for lack of better expression he loved Vala, but since when…
“From the beginning until this moment, and somewhere along the way.” He said, pulling her into the second kiss.
(Fifth year)
Daniel knew she had a dozen different moods. When she was immature, when she was playful, when she was a seductress, when she was depressed, she had tones for them, but none of them was darker than the recent mood she had been in since this morning. It was the darkest, the deepest part of her soul - the part she covered delicately with a zillions layers, trying to make it disappear.
Her face was sober while she stared at the endless night with a grimace. When she sensed him, she rested her forehead on the windows of bridge room with a deep sigh. “Hey.” She said with a small voice.
“Hey yourself.” He walked over her and leaned in for a kiss. She brushed her lips on his, refusing the temptation of giving him a through kiss. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked playing with her hair.
“Nothing. I’m fine.” She said solemnly.
“Sure. Then why are you standing here alone, staring gloomily at space? It isn’t really you, you know.” He smiled gently. “I’m the moody one between us.”
“Maybe, maybe…” She shrugged her shoulders, and then gave him a quick kiss. “But still…I always loved the space back in the days. Now I hate it. I hate this ship; sometimes I hate even myself. I hate feeling powerless. I hate being trapped. I hate-“She faltered a moment. “I haven’t felt this useless, powerless, and trapped since Quetesh. When I left my home after Tok’ra had freed me, I swore on everything holy and sacred I’d never let anybody use me ever again. And look, where I am. In the middle of a war I can’t make sense of, stuck on a ship for five years.” She shook her head furiously. “I’m just sick of being screwed, figuratively and literally, by higher powers than me.”
He wrapped his arm over her shoulders. “I know, believe me, I know.” He said gently. “I’m sorry.”
She lifted her head up to him. “Why? It’s not your fault.” She kissed his chin. “Frankly, I don’t know what I would do if you weren’t with me. But it’s just--” She trailed off again, and then rested her head on his shoulder. “Let’s go to our room. I don’t feel like seeing the others right now.”
He nodded as they began to make their way over to their room. When they entered inside, Vala went to sit on the edge of the bed, leaning forward, her face between her hands. She watched Daniel as he went to the drawer and picked up something from it. When he turned around, her hands dropped off from her face. She straightened herself, looking at the handcuffs dangling from his fingers in wonder. After a moment, she shook her head. “No, Daniel. You don’t have to do that.”
“It’s okay.” He came near and crouched before her. He rested his empty hand on her knee. “I want to.”
“But you don’t like them. It’s okay. We came to a conclusion. Granted, I’ve never been really happy with it, but I understand. You don’t have to do it.”
“But I want to do it.” He said emphasizing every word.
She cupped his face between her hands, rubbing her nose against his neck. “I really-“
“I know.” He closed his eyes, breathing her in. I love you, too.
She smiled this time. “My Hans Olo.” She picked the handcuffs up from his grip. “But we don’t use those. How about silk scarves?” She asked as he nodded against her hot flesh. “Umm, ‘kay.”
Putting the handcuffs aside she walked over to the drawer. She opened the first draw, fishing out black of silk scarves. She turned on a heel, and strode back to Daniel who was sprawled on the bed, his eyes closed. She straddled on his hips, caressing his chest. She first took the hem of his shirt and pulled it completely off him. She sunk her nails into his naked flesh, scratching down. He softly groaned and opened his eyes to look at her. There was a smirk on her face and her eyes already sparkling with mischief. Good, he thought as she leaned forward and tied his left arm over the bedside. She was getting in the mood.
When she was done, she pulled the knots over his wrist, testing their tightness. She must have been pleased what she had seen because when straightened her back, there was a smug grin on her face. “I really like you better all tied up.” She purred, her fingertips stroking lightly the back of muscles of his arm.
He grinned sheepishly. “I’m all yours.” Well, that was whole point of this adventurous little night.
“I know.” She leaned forward, brushing her lips over his flesh as she made her way up. She faltered for a moment when she came to his neck, and then her tongue made sensuous circles and she sucked at his pulse. He tilted his head to the other side, giving her a better access as he exhaled roguishly. Her breath over his skin was hot and he felt so hot as if she put him in fire. She lifted her head up to him, whispering into his ear. “All mine to play with? To do with whatever I want.” She bit his earlobe gently, sucking it into her mouth. It wasn’t a question but again he felt like she needed his full acceptance.
“Yeah, whatever you want.”
“Good...good.”
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For all the five years, Daniel had never ever seen her like this. There is something so inhuman about it, the way her hair fell over her shoulder, the way her body moved, the way she was bouncing on his hip, the way she screamed, the way she tasted his blood. Suddenly the whole thing became more familiar as he remembered a certain redhead crawling on his skin, calling him her Beloved.
She was wild, she was life, and she was… free.
She was a goddess on her knees.
xxxxxxx
She threw her head back and roared as the first flood of her orgasm hit her. It spread quickly over her body, and with each second the rush grew, until her blood was completely singing with it. How could she have forgotten this feeling?
She was powerful. She was invulnerable. She was alive.
She could do anything.
Disclamer: Don't own them. just for fun.
Spoiler: Unending
Category: General
Rating: PG, second one lightly R
I know the title is kinda lame, naming it after a soap opera which I've never even seen but it just seemed to me perfect with the concept. A few selected moments from their lives.
Beta'd by Isabel. Thanks a lot.
Feedback is love!
(Second Year)
Vala hummed happily as she put the last letter 'E' on the Scrabble board and moved her right hand to take the pencil, and to write the score down only to be stopped by Daniel, who was scowling at the word on the board.
“It isn’t a word.”
“Yes, it's.” She countered.
“No, not.”
“Yes. I've seen it on the forums so many times before.”
He moved his left hand over to his temple, massaging it to ease the oncoming headache. Vala started fidgeting where she sat on bed, in a perfect Indian-style mediation position, making the boards and letters on it shake. “Vala, I don't care how many times you've seen it on the Net. Adorkable is not a word.”
“Yes, it's.” She curled her lips back at him. “It means 'adorably dorky'.”
“I'm a linguist with two PhDs. I think I'd know better than you if it were. It's just a thing people made up from their collective asses.” He snorted with disdain. “But that doesn't mean it's legitimate.”
She pulled her hand from his grip, taking the little paper with her. “Well, I'm sorry that you feel that way, but it's a very legitimate word and as I said before it means 'adorably dorky'.” She marked nine points to herself on the paper and threw it down. “In addition, it means 'The pompous, two PhDs, dumb ass whose company I'm in might get his pompous ass kicked if he doesn’t shut up.” She faltered for a moment, taking a deep breath. “It also means 'I love you.'” She added lastly.
“Well, my dear humpty dumpty I'm sure--” He started but cut himself off. “What?” He blinked. “What?”
“I said that it also meant 'I love you.'” She repeated.
“You do?” He asked in amazement.
“Of course, I do.” She shook her head, smiling. She moved her legs from their position, and skipped forward on the bed until she sat on the edge of bed, beside him.
“Since when?” He asked, the game and bickering was forgotten.
She arched her left eyebrow. “Is it important?”
He shrugged idly. “No, I guess not.”
She tilted her head to her side, slightly troubled his lack of returning confession. It wasn’t really a big deal. She had already said those three words without meaning them so many times before; they had already lost their meaning. She actually didn’t quite believe in being in love anymore, but again the feelings she felt for Daniel only could be explained with the word love by lack of a better expression.
“Well, I’ve been feeling it from some time. I’ve been this close to saying it so many times after sex with you.” She admitted, moving her thumb over to her index finger, demonstrating. “But it’s pitifully clichéd, saying them after sex. Then I considered to saying it with a romantic event, candles etc... But that’s also terribly cliché that it didn’t seem right. Therefore, I’ve figured that I had to get over it and just say it. It is not like it’s a big deal.”
“What?” He asked in confusion, knitting his brows. “Why isn’t a big deal?”
“The feelings…” She trailed off, and then shook her head. “When we say things many times, they lose their meaning. Maybe they don’t even have them at the first place. We just assume they have.” She reached his jaw, caressing the flesh with her fingertips. “How can you describe happiness? Or love?”
“Vala-“He started but her finger on his mouth stopped him.
“No. I know what I’m feeling. Deep down I think I always knew.” Her fingers moved over to his chin, turning his head completely to her. “I love every damn second I spend with you, whatever we do. When we talk, when watch TV, when listen to music, when we laugh, when we fight, when we do nothing but sit quietly, stargazing. I love all of them, just because you’re with me.”
“I love when you’re furious, when you’re angry at me, frustrated, bothered. I love when you show your passion. Just because I’m the only person that brings them out of you, the only person sees that side of you.” She dropped her hands, moving them over to his upper arms.
She swallowed and gave a throaty laugh. “But I love when you comfort me, when you take care of me, when you take me into your embrace, whispering sweet nothings into my ear. Because that you’re the only person who can make me believe in them.”
“I love when you’re all dark and moody, staring gloomily at space, when your face is knitting in a frown, when you’re talking about life, about the unfairness of all things until they make you scream. I love when you scared, when you’re unreachable, when you hide behind your invisible and stupid walls, because when you occasionally let me in, it makes me feel special, makes me feel important, and makes me feel loved.”
“So for the sake of briefness, I just love you.” She finished, smiling shyly.
He pulled her against his chest, embracing her tightly. “I just love you too.” He managed, swallowing through a lump behind his throat. She sighed in relief, letting out a deep breath she didn’t know she was holding. He moved his hand over her chin, lifted her face up to him as he leaned into a passionate kiss. “I just love you too.” He repeated when they separated, his head resting against her, breathing deeply.
“Since when?” She asked with a throaty voice.
Since when, he thought. He didn’t really have an answer for that question. Weird things happened all the time in life. And He, Daniel Jackson, loving Vala Mal Doran was definitely one of them. Yeah, for lack of better expression he loved Vala, but since when…
“From the beginning until this moment, and somewhere along the way.” He said, pulling her into the second kiss.
(Fifth year)
Daniel knew she had a dozen different moods. When she was immature, when she was playful, when she was a seductress, when she was depressed, she had tones for them, but none of them was darker than the recent mood she had been in since this morning. It was the darkest, the deepest part of her soul - the part she covered delicately with a zillions layers, trying to make it disappear.
Her face was sober while she stared at the endless night with a grimace. When she sensed him, she rested her forehead on the windows of bridge room with a deep sigh. “Hey.” She said with a small voice.
“Hey yourself.” He walked over her and leaned in for a kiss. She brushed her lips on his, refusing the temptation of giving him a through kiss. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked playing with her hair.
“Nothing. I’m fine.” She said solemnly.
“Sure. Then why are you standing here alone, staring gloomily at space? It isn’t really you, you know.” He smiled gently. “I’m the moody one between us.”
“Maybe, maybe…” She shrugged her shoulders, and then gave him a quick kiss. “But still…I always loved the space back in the days. Now I hate it. I hate this ship; sometimes I hate even myself. I hate feeling powerless. I hate being trapped. I hate-“She faltered a moment. “I haven’t felt this useless, powerless, and trapped since Quetesh. When I left my home after Tok’ra had freed me, I swore on everything holy and sacred I’d never let anybody use me ever again. And look, where I am. In the middle of a war I can’t make sense of, stuck on a ship for five years.” She shook her head furiously. “I’m just sick of being screwed, figuratively and literally, by higher powers than me.”
He wrapped his arm over her shoulders. “I know, believe me, I know.” He said gently. “I’m sorry.”
She lifted her head up to him. “Why? It’s not your fault.” She kissed his chin. “Frankly, I don’t know what I would do if you weren’t with me. But it’s just--” She trailed off again, and then rested her head on his shoulder. “Let’s go to our room. I don’t feel like seeing the others right now.”
He nodded as they began to make their way over to their room. When they entered inside, Vala went to sit on the edge of the bed, leaning forward, her face between her hands. She watched Daniel as he went to the drawer and picked up something from it. When he turned around, her hands dropped off from her face. She straightened herself, looking at the handcuffs dangling from his fingers in wonder. After a moment, she shook her head. “No, Daniel. You don’t have to do that.”
“It’s okay.” He came near and crouched before her. He rested his empty hand on her knee. “I want to.”
“But you don’t like them. It’s okay. We came to a conclusion. Granted, I’ve never been really happy with it, but I understand. You don’t have to do it.”
“But I want to do it.” He said emphasizing every word.
She cupped his face between her hands, rubbing her nose against his neck. “I really-“
“I know.” He closed his eyes, breathing her in. I love you, too.
She smiled this time. “My Hans Olo.” She picked the handcuffs up from his grip. “But we don’t use those. How about silk scarves?” She asked as he nodded against her hot flesh. “Umm, ‘kay.”
Putting the handcuffs aside she walked over to the drawer. She opened the first draw, fishing out black of silk scarves. She turned on a heel, and strode back to Daniel who was sprawled on the bed, his eyes closed. She straddled on his hips, caressing his chest. She first took the hem of his shirt and pulled it completely off him. She sunk her nails into his naked flesh, scratching down. He softly groaned and opened his eyes to look at her. There was a smirk on her face and her eyes already sparkling with mischief. Good, he thought as she leaned forward and tied his left arm over the bedside. She was getting in the mood.
When she was done, she pulled the knots over his wrist, testing their tightness. She must have been pleased what she had seen because when straightened her back, there was a smug grin on her face. “I really like you better all tied up.” She purred, her fingertips stroking lightly the back of muscles of his arm.
He grinned sheepishly. “I’m all yours.” Well, that was whole point of this adventurous little night.
“I know.” She leaned forward, brushing her lips over his flesh as she made her way up. She faltered for a moment when she came to his neck, and then her tongue made sensuous circles and she sucked at his pulse. He tilted his head to the other side, giving her a better access as he exhaled roguishly. Her breath over his skin was hot and he felt so hot as if she put him in fire. She lifted her head up to him, whispering into his ear. “All mine to play with? To do with whatever I want.” She bit his earlobe gently, sucking it into her mouth. It wasn’t a question but again he felt like she needed his full acceptance.
“Yeah, whatever you want.”
“Good...good.”
xxxxxxxx
For all the five years, Daniel had never ever seen her like this. There is something so inhuman about it, the way her hair fell over her shoulder, the way her body moved, the way she was bouncing on his hip, the way she screamed, the way she tasted his blood. Suddenly the whole thing became more familiar as he remembered a certain redhead crawling on his skin, calling him her Beloved.
She was wild, she was life, and she was… free.
She was a goddess on her knees.
xxxxxxx
She threw her head back and roared as the first flood of her orgasm hit her. It spread quickly over her body, and with each second the rush grew, until her blood was completely singing with it. How could she have forgotten this feeling?
She was powerful. She was invulnerable. She was alive.
She could do anything.