Daniel/Sha're, Part 3
Title: A Matter of Passion
Author: Mabinogi
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Daniel/Sha're
Spoilers: Set during A Matter of Time
Notes: With this segment I finally settled on a title for the whole fic. This segment also introduces some smut, even if it is a quickie. *g*
Daniel woke up with a terrible throbbing in his head. Lying on a cold stone slab wasn’t helping anything. He realized his entire body shivered from the cold. Reaching an aching hand across his chest he discovered his shirt was missing. He slowly sat up to minimize the pounding headache and wasn’t surprised to see he was also missing his pants and shoes. The heat of the jungle was bad, but sitting here in his undergarments made him feel too vulnerable.
Looking around he found himself in a large room, decorated with various Mayan artifacts mixed with recent Goa’uld additions. He thought it odd they would give a prisoner so many amenities. There was even a bathtub of sorts already filled with steaming water. The tub looked more like a stone sarcophagus. Not like the technologically advanced ones the Goa’uld use. This was definitely just a simple stone box filled with water. He sat on the edge and dangled his hand in it then splashed a little over his face to wash away the pain and tiredness.
He looked up and brushed his wet hair out of his eyes to see Amaunet walking into the room. She wore a simple red gown and veil that brought back memories. He watched her in stunned silence, unable to get up from the edge of the tub. She slowed and came to a stop in front of him.
“What do you want with me?” Daniel managed to croak out after a moment. He knew he had to be a prisoner, but this was an odd way to treat a captive, even if it was torture to be so close yet so far from his wife.
“This is how she seduced you?” She spoke casually as she lifted the veil.
Daniel gulped, remembering the first night Sha’re was brought to his tent on Abydos. She re-enacted the memory by unfastening the ties around her shoulders and allowing the transparent gown to slip from her chest. Daniel stared at her breasts, longing to remember their touch, but afraid this was a dangerous trick the Goa’uld was playing. She maneuvered her leg to push his legs further apart and rubbed her shin across his crotch before allowing the gown to fall completely to the floor.
“Yes. You remember.”
She smiled gleefully at the bulge she managed to produce in his underwear. He was speechless once again seeing her nude body before him. He wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms again, but he was still unable to move. She took matters into her own hands and straddled his lap, purposely rubbing her bosom across his chest. Her arms wrapped behind his neck while she purred into his ear.
Daniel lost his senses and went with his instinct, wrapping his own arms around her waist. He peppered her skin with soft kisses and caressed her back tenderly. She nibbled at his ear driving him further into oblivious lust. Losing control he forced her to lean back a bit and he dove in to lick her nipples. She rocked under the sensation making his cock grow harder. Holding her steady in his lap with one hand he reached with his other to remove the restrictive clothing around his waist. She allowed him enough maneuverability to slip them off then drove herself against him, grinding his erection between their stomachs.
Daniel panted with need, unable to even think that he was finally with Sha’re anymore, or that this may actually be Amaunet. He didn’t care. It had been too long. She forced him back slowly, helping him climb into the steamy water of the tub. He leaned back, cupping her breasts while she carefully guided herself into place. His cock slipping into her after so many years was unbearable pleasure. He moaned as she rocked over him.
“Yes, Dan-yel.” The Goa’uld voice was missing. It was Sha’re’s usual voice calling him by the name she used to call him. His heart swelled up with the memory as she continued to ride him. It was more than enough. He exploded inside her, shaking violently and crying her name with the orgasm, her real name, not the goa’uld who possessed her. If she protested he didn’t hear, nor did he care.
Daniel lay back feeling completely relaxed and satiated and began to drift off into sleep. He smiled that he had finally gotten to be with his wife again, even if she was currently possessed. Amaunet, or Sha’re, or whoever this woman was at the moment, rose from the tub and silently left the room, leaving Daniel to sleep.
Author: Mabinogi
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Daniel/Sha're
Spoilers: Set during A Matter of Time
Notes: With this segment I finally settled on a title for the whole fic. This segment also introduces some smut, even if it is a quickie. *g*
Daniel woke up with a terrible throbbing in his head. Lying on a cold stone slab wasn’t helping anything. He realized his entire body shivered from the cold. Reaching an aching hand across his chest he discovered his shirt was missing. He slowly sat up to minimize the pounding headache and wasn’t surprised to see he was also missing his pants and shoes. The heat of the jungle was bad, but sitting here in his undergarments made him feel too vulnerable.
Looking around he found himself in a large room, decorated with various Mayan artifacts mixed with recent Goa’uld additions. He thought it odd they would give a prisoner so many amenities. There was even a bathtub of sorts already filled with steaming water. The tub looked more like a stone sarcophagus. Not like the technologically advanced ones the Goa’uld use. This was definitely just a simple stone box filled with water. He sat on the edge and dangled his hand in it then splashed a little over his face to wash away the pain and tiredness.
He looked up and brushed his wet hair out of his eyes to see Amaunet walking into the room. She wore a simple red gown and veil that brought back memories. He watched her in stunned silence, unable to get up from the edge of the tub. She slowed and came to a stop in front of him.
“What do you want with me?” Daniel managed to croak out after a moment. He knew he had to be a prisoner, but this was an odd way to treat a captive, even if it was torture to be so close yet so far from his wife.
“This is how she seduced you?” She spoke casually as she lifted the veil.
Daniel gulped, remembering the first night Sha’re was brought to his tent on Abydos. She re-enacted the memory by unfastening the ties around her shoulders and allowing the transparent gown to slip from her chest. Daniel stared at her breasts, longing to remember their touch, but afraid this was a dangerous trick the Goa’uld was playing. She maneuvered her leg to push his legs further apart and rubbed her shin across his crotch before allowing the gown to fall completely to the floor.
“Yes. You remember.”
She smiled gleefully at the bulge she managed to produce in his underwear. He was speechless once again seeing her nude body before him. He wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms again, but he was still unable to move. She took matters into her own hands and straddled his lap, purposely rubbing her bosom across his chest. Her arms wrapped behind his neck while she purred into his ear.
Daniel lost his senses and went with his instinct, wrapping his own arms around her waist. He peppered her skin with soft kisses and caressed her back tenderly. She nibbled at his ear driving him further into oblivious lust. Losing control he forced her to lean back a bit and he dove in to lick her nipples. She rocked under the sensation making his cock grow harder. Holding her steady in his lap with one hand he reached with his other to remove the restrictive clothing around his waist. She allowed him enough maneuverability to slip them off then drove herself against him, grinding his erection between their stomachs.
Daniel panted with need, unable to even think that he was finally with Sha’re anymore, or that this may actually be Amaunet. He didn’t care. It had been too long. She forced him back slowly, helping him climb into the steamy water of the tub. He leaned back, cupping her breasts while she carefully guided herself into place. His cock slipping into her after so many years was unbearable pleasure. He moaned as she rocked over him.
“Yes, Dan-yel.” The Goa’uld voice was missing. It was Sha’re’s usual voice calling him by the name she used to call him. His heart swelled up with the memory as she continued to ride him. It was more than enough. He exploded inside her, shaking violently and crying her name with the orgasm, her real name, not the goa’uld who possessed her. If she protested he didn’t hear, nor did he care.
Daniel lay back feeling completely relaxed and satiated and began to drift off into sleep. He smiled that he had finally gotten to be with his wife again, even if she was currently possessed. Amaunet, or Sha’re, or whoever this woman was at the moment, rose from the tub and silently left the room, leaving Daniel to sleep.