Ack!
The power my girls over at GW have over me is insane!!!
I felt kinda bad that I wasn't able to post the next chapter of The Monster (the AU), so I wanted to make up for it with a hopefully cute little ficlet steaming from the idea of Vala making Daniel into goo in her short shorts, but nooo the plot bunnies grabbed hold of me and gave me this (which is no way even close to being done- I think..):
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The air feels sticky like syrup on his skin and he can’t understand why even with all his windows open the apartment feels like a hot box. Vala is hidden somewhere in the back of the apartment, the minute she had walked in she began pulling off her own sticky t-shirt stating that she was headed for a bath. A cold bath. He just went over to collapse on the couch.
He’s extremely grateful at Gen. Landry for allowing them to leave. The heat wave was bad enough, but when it got so hot that it fired the air-conditioning on the base, to be stuck underground surround by concrete walls was not fun. All non-essential personnel had been sent home and he can’t even begin to describe how glad he is of that.
Currently he is sitting on the couch. He gave up on moving the minute he felt hit the leather, it was too hot to move anyway. He hates that he had thought to buy what at the time had been a nice, rich, buttery, brown leather, now it just keeps sticking to him. Because whenever he tries to get comfortable all he feels is the annoying pull of leather stuck to his skin. He is really considering selling the offending piece of furniture. Greedily, relishing in the small breeze that drifts through the window he hears movement coming from the back of the apartment.
Vala.
“Daniel?”
“Hmm?”
“Want a drink?’
“Sure.”
He hears her rummage around the kitchen looking for the sparse amount of food or drink that manages to survive in his apartment. He should kind it disconcerting or at least amusing that she seems to fit perfectly in his inner sanctum, he doesn’t. She ingrained herself in practically every part of his life, why not his apartment?
“Here you go, darling.”
He almost chokes on the heat because Vala walks into the living room wearing quite possibly the tiniest pair of jean shorts he’s ever seen and the already stifling room feels hotter. She hands him an icy bottle of water and proceeds to suck an ice cube from the bowl she brought. He wonders if he should just pour the bottle over his head, but he doubts it will help. The heat he is now feeling is internal.
She moves her wet hair to the side, where it falls like dark ink on her pale skin, and leans against the arm of the couch. She sucks on another ice cube. He has to struggle not to groan. Vixen. She must know what she’s doing to him.
“Vala?” His voice floats out of his mouth and covered by the heat it drifts over to her like a desert wind.
“Hmm..” She is resting on the other side of the couch, eyes closed and relishing in her icy treat.
“What are you doing?” This time his voice come out harsher than he had planned and it has her opening her eyes to look at him. She raises a perfect eyebrow at him.
“It’s hot, darling, I’m cooling down.” She emphasizes her statement by popping another cube into the wet heat that is her mouth, winking saucily at him. And he really needs to stop thinking about her mouth, and how it’s glistening with her moisture from ice, and how he suddenly wants to lick it. Yes, he needs to stop thinking about that. Right now.
“Want one?” She licks her lips and moves to kneel closer to him. Clearly she is not going to make this easy.
“No.” He’s not going to make it easy either, because he now knows exactly where this is going.
He’s not an idiot and knows that in the last several months they have begun crossing all the invisible lines that both had put down. She has taken over half his office and he doesn’t even mind. Her books lay next to his and he doesn’t even notice when all his highlighters are suddenly pink. She has come to the apartment on more than one occasion and his guestroom hold at least one- fourth of her wardrobe. It’s not on purpose, but when they are given time off and she really has nowhere else to go, she stays with either him or Sam. He tries not to notice that she doesn't have clothes at Sam’s. He remembers an incident where she had called him in the middle of the night, because she had left her latest favorite book at the apartment.
He also tries not to notice how little time he spends in the apartment without her. If people thought he has lived at the SGC before….
“Daniel…” She pouts and gives him that look. The one where she’s trying to coerce him into something she knows he doesn’t want to be coerced too. Except this time he not so sure he doesn’t want too. “Come on, you know you do.” She extends an ice cube at him. The frozen block is already melting and making watery trails down her wrist. He can imagine how her pulse would feel against the cold of the ice and his lips.
She’s smiling and tilting her head in a way he knows she means to be more playful than enticing but her hair is still stuck to her neck and dripping on her bare legs. The drops shatter on her skin, and to him they are the loudest sound in the room.
He grins at her and lets her known she’s won. Her answering grin is wide and washes over him like cool water over his heated skin. She really shouldn’t have this effect on him. Moving closer she goes to feed him the ice, she plans to drop it in his open mouth and lick her fingers, he knows this, she’s never really plans her seduction moves on him anymore, at least not in advance, but he’s gotten to know her so well that he can see her mannerism from a mile away.
Just as the ice touches his lips he grips her hand.
Her eyes widen and meet his. He grins. He likes it when he catches her off guard.
“Daniel?” Her voice comes out too soft, barely disturbing the air around them.
He doesn’t answer, he just looks into her eyes and licks the trail of water from her wrist. Her gasp makes him want to drown in her. She is an oasis in the summer heat.
Slowly he makes his way up to her palm, following her small rivers flowing down her hand. When he reaches her fingers, the ice is almost completely melted, but he doesn’t really care as he sucks her fingers into his mouth.
Her breath is coming out ragged and he smirks around her thumb. He lets go of the appendage with a sucking pop.
“Thanks.” He looks at her to see her eyes are hazy with heat, much like the air around them, and he’s more than slightly surprised when he sees her blush. He knows she wasn’t expecting his actions, but this incredibly innocent reaction has him reeling. More importantly it has his heart clenching in a way he cannot begin to understand.
“Your welcome, darling. Want another?” She recovers quickly, her teasing nature back, but its too late he saw it. She’s vulnerable to him, and that more than anything motivates his next actions.
Grabbing her aforementioned wrist and placing a hand on her hip, he pulls her to his lap. She lands with a squeak and it's funny how that sound soothes him. “Daniel?” She sounds nervous and confused. Her silver eyes sparkle like the stars she comes from and he want nothing more to kiss her right now. He licks his suddenly dry lip and watches as she mirrors his action. It’s good to know that he’s not the only one with his mind on the more lustful things that could be happening on this couch. But first…
He cups her cheek, his thumb tracing over her porcelain cheek. “ How long?”
She doesn’t even pretend not to know what he’s talking about.
“A while.”
He need more. “How long?”
“Months.” Her eyes are locked on to his and he can see what she’s not saying.
“Before..”
“Yes.” She cuts him off before he can even finish the question, but he knows she knew what he meant to ask. He also knows how hard it is for her to talk about that, so he doesn’t press it.
“So… a while?”
She release a soft laugh, and it fills him like spring water and supernovas. “Yes.”
She rest he forehead against his, wrapping her arms around his neck, as his hands smooth up her naked legs. They just look into each other and bump noses for several minutes before they simultaneously move to kiss.
I felt kinda bad that I wasn't able to post the next chapter of The Monster (the AU), so I wanted to make up for it with a hopefully cute little ficlet steaming from the idea of Vala making Daniel into goo in her short shorts, but nooo the plot bunnies grabbed hold of me and gave me this (which is no way even close to being done- I think..):
---
The air feels sticky like syrup on his skin and he can’t understand why even with all his windows open the apartment feels like a hot box. Vala is hidden somewhere in the back of the apartment, the minute she had walked in she began pulling off her own sticky t-shirt stating that she was headed for a bath. A cold bath. He just went over to collapse on the couch.
He’s extremely grateful at Gen. Landry for allowing them to leave. The heat wave was bad enough, but when it got so hot that it fired the air-conditioning on the base, to be stuck underground surround by concrete walls was not fun. All non-essential personnel had been sent home and he can’t even begin to describe how glad he is of that.
Currently he is sitting on the couch. He gave up on moving the minute he felt hit the leather, it was too hot to move anyway. He hates that he had thought to buy what at the time had been a nice, rich, buttery, brown leather, now it just keeps sticking to him. Because whenever he tries to get comfortable all he feels is the annoying pull of leather stuck to his skin. He is really considering selling the offending piece of furniture. Greedily, relishing in the small breeze that drifts through the window he hears movement coming from the back of the apartment.
Vala.
“Daniel?”
“Hmm?”
“Want a drink?’
“Sure.”
He hears her rummage around the kitchen looking for the sparse amount of food or drink that manages to survive in his apartment. He should kind it disconcerting or at least amusing that she seems to fit perfectly in his inner sanctum, he doesn’t. She ingrained herself in practically every part of his life, why not his apartment?
“Here you go, darling.”
He almost chokes on the heat because Vala walks into the living room wearing quite possibly the tiniest pair of jean shorts he’s ever seen and the already stifling room feels hotter. She hands him an icy bottle of water and proceeds to suck an ice cube from the bowl she brought. He wonders if he should just pour the bottle over his head, but he doubts it will help. The heat he is now feeling is internal.
She moves her wet hair to the side, where it falls like dark ink on her pale skin, and leans against the arm of the couch. She sucks on another ice cube. He has to struggle not to groan. Vixen. She must know what she’s doing to him.
“Vala?” His voice floats out of his mouth and covered by the heat it drifts over to her like a desert wind.
“Hmm..” She is resting on the other side of the couch, eyes closed and relishing in her icy treat.
“What are you doing?” This time his voice come out harsher than he had planned and it has her opening her eyes to look at him. She raises a perfect eyebrow at him.
“It’s hot, darling, I’m cooling down.” She emphasizes her statement by popping another cube into the wet heat that is her mouth, winking saucily at him. And he really needs to stop thinking about her mouth, and how it’s glistening with her moisture from ice, and how he suddenly wants to lick it. Yes, he needs to stop thinking about that. Right now.
“Want one?” She licks her lips and moves to kneel closer to him. Clearly she is not going to make this easy.
“No.” He’s not going to make it easy either, because he now knows exactly where this is going.
He’s not an idiot and knows that in the last several months they have begun crossing all the invisible lines that both had put down. She has taken over half his office and he doesn’t even mind. Her books lay next to his and he doesn’t even notice when all his highlighters are suddenly pink. She has come to the apartment on more than one occasion and his guestroom hold at least one- fourth of her wardrobe. It’s not on purpose, but when they are given time off and she really has nowhere else to go, she stays with either him or Sam. He tries not to notice that she doesn't have clothes at Sam’s. He remembers an incident where she had called him in the middle of the night, because she had left her latest favorite book at the apartment.
He also tries not to notice how little time he spends in the apartment without her. If people thought he has lived at the SGC before….
“Daniel…” She pouts and gives him that look. The one where she’s trying to coerce him into something she knows he doesn’t want to be coerced too. Except this time he not so sure he doesn’t want too. “Come on, you know you do.” She extends an ice cube at him. The frozen block is already melting and making watery trails down her wrist. He can imagine how her pulse would feel against the cold of the ice and his lips.
She’s smiling and tilting her head in a way he knows she means to be more playful than enticing but her hair is still stuck to her neck and dripping on her bare legs. The drops shatter on her skin, and to him they are the loudest sound in the room.
He grins at her and lets her known she’s won. Her answering grin is wide and washes over him like cool water over his heated skin. She really shouldn’t have this effect on him. Moving closer she goes to feed him the ice, she plans to drop it in his open mouth and lick her fingers, he knows this, she’s never really plans her seduction moves on him anymore, at least not in advance, but he’s gotten to know her so well that he can see her mannerism from a mile away.
Just as the ice touches his lips he grips her hand.
Her eyes widen and meet his. He grins. He likes it when he catches her off guard.
“Daniel?” Her voice comes out too soft, barely disturbing the air around them.
He doesn’t answer, he just looks into her eyes and licks the trail of water from her wrist. Her gasp makes him want to drown in her. She is an oasis in the summer heat.
Slowly he makes his way up to her palm, following her small rivers flowing down her hand. When he reaches her fingers, the ice is almost completely melted, but he doesn’t really care as he sucks her fingers into his mouth.
Her breath is coming out ragged and he smirks around her thumb. He lets go of the appendage with a sucking pop.
“Thanks.” He looks at her to see her eyes are hazy with heat, much like the air around them, and he’s more than slightly surprised when he sees her blush. He knows she wasn’t expecting his actions, but this incredibly innocent reaction has him reeling. More importantly it has his heart clenching in a way he cannot begin to understand.
“Your welcome, darling. Want another?” She recovers quickly, her teasing nature back, but its too late he saw it. She’s vulnerable to him, and that more than anything motivates his next actions.
Grabbing her aforementioned wrist and placing a hand on her hip, he pulls her to his lap. She lands with a squeak and it's funny how that sound soothes him. “Daniel?” She sounds nervous and confused. Her silver eyes sparkle like the stars she comes from and he want nothing more to kiss her right now. He licks his suddenly dry lip and watches as she mirrors his action. It’s good to know that he’s not the only one with his mind on the more lustful things that could be happening on this couch. But first…
He cups her cheek, his thumb tracing over her porcelain cheek. “ How long?”
She doesn’t even pretend not to know what he’s talking about.
“A while.”
He need more. “How long?”
“Months.” Her eyes are locked on to his and he can see what she’s not saying.
“Before..”
“Yes.” She cuts him off before he can even finish the question, but he knows she knew what he meant to ask. He also knows how hard it is for her to talk about that, so he doesn’t press it.
“So… a while?”
She release a soft laugh, and it fills him like spring water and supernovas. “Yes.”
She rest he forehead against his, wrapping her arms around his neck, as his hands smooth up her naked legs. They just look into each other and bump noses for several minutes before they simultaneously move to kiss.