Fic: Wayward Angel 5/11 Rated: NC-17
Title: Wayward Angel
By: Polgara (melindoranightsilver@hotmail.com)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own none of the recognizable characters. They belong to their respective creators and distributors. Alec Colson’s dialogue comes directly from the Stargate Episode 8.8 Covenant.
Distribution: My site - Worlds of Possibilities, ff.net, Wormhole Crossing, and TtH.
Spoilers: For Buffy everything is game, for Stargate SG-1 direct spoilers for season 8 episode 8 - Covenant - and anything before that.
Setting: Takes place several years after Chosen and starts during SG-1 episode 8.8 - Covenant.
Summary: Life is filled with moments. The decision in each of these defining times shapes who we are and who we will become. They push us forward and back, an intricate dance.
A/N: Chapter titles and lyrics at the beginning of each come from Kasey Chamber’s cd - Wayward Angel. Music was used as an inspiration for the entire piece.
A/N2: Super shout out to Ava for being my personal cheerleader through writing this. Seriously, without her, this may have never been finished.
A/N3: Much thanks goes to Copper, my wonderful beta!
This fic has already been completed. I will be posting every Sunday.
Any and all artwork linked within this fic was created by the lovely Ava.
Like A River
Sometimes you walk like an angel
Sometimes you walk like a man
Sometimes you crawl like a baby
Makes me forget who I am
Have you ever been held before
Like honey to the bee
I've never been held before
Like you hold me
~ Like A River
Buffy aimlessly flipped the page of the large musty book. Her eyes roamed over the newly revealed text without really seeing the words. She repeated the action before giving up and setting the book down on the table. It wasn't exactly like she could read it anyway, Sumerian wasn't her forte.
She was bored out of her mind. SG-1 was on stand down while Daniel spent time off-world with another team checking out the Ancient ruins they had discovered. He'd been gone for four days and wasn't expected back for at least another three.
Ever since they had started dating three months before, they had never spent more than two days apart. While he didn't frequently accompany other SG teams off world, it had happened a few times before. Now Buffy found herself restless and was unable to distract herself from her loneliness.
Movement at the door pulled her attention and she looked up to see Jack looking at her in surprise. He filled the frame for a moment before completely entering the room and shutting the door behind him.
“Didn't expect to find you here,” he said, taking a seat at Daniel's desk.
“I could say the same about you,” she said, her lips quirking up in amusement. She didn't get to spend a lot of time around the General, but when she did, she always found their conversations entertaining.
He became evasive as he twisted Daniel's office chair back and forth. “Well, you know. Head of the base, just doing some inspecting.”
“Uh huh. What kind of prank were you going to play on Daniel this time?”
“Who said I was going to play a prank?” He asked, a wounded look on his face.
“Because you haven't pulled one on him in nearly a month.”
“Has it been that long?” He asked, his eyebrows heading toward his hairline. “I've been shirking my duties as the best friend. I should remedy that,” he said firmly, shuffling through the papers on Daniel's desk.
Buffy shook her head in amusement. Daniel and Jack's relationship was different from any other one she had experienced. They drove each other insane and bumped heads more often than not, but it was easy to see the deep seated respect and loyalty they had for each other. Leaving Jack to his own nefarious devices, she reached out for another book, hoping it would provide the distraction she so desperately needed.
“So how are things between you and Daniel?” Jack asked.
She looked to see him studying her, the papers he had been rifling through forgotten. “Good.”
“Just good?”
A grin broke out on her face as she thought back over the past few months. Daniel never ceased to surprise her. She had worried that his focus on his work would interfere with their relationship, and while it did at times, she couldn't complain since her slaying duties would also pick some of the worst times to need serious attention. When they were together his single-minded focus shifted to her and she learned what it was like to be the center of someone's world. “Really good.”
“Glad to hear it. You tell him about the other stuff?” He asked, one hand making vague waving motions through air.
Buffy's grin faded around the edges. “No.”
Jack frowned at her. “Don't you think he deserves to know before this gets too serious?”
She shook her head. “It's not something you can work into a conversation.”
“But it's part of who you are. I know I'm not the greatest person in the world to be handing out relationship advice, but he has a right to know. I‘m just sayin‘, he‘s your boyfriend. And one, I should point out, that you technically shouldn't have and I shouldn't know about because of regulations.”
“We're not military,” she pointed out.
“Doesn't matter. You're part of a military unit and are on the front lines. You could be compromised because of it.”
Buffy gave him a flat look. “You know that's not a problem for me.”
Jack rolled his eyes. “I know that. You know that. But my superiors may have a hard time believing that. And we're getting off the point. When, not if, but when Daniel finds out, he's not going to be happy that you kept it from him.”
“You're awfully sure about that.”
“I know Daniel and I've seen what happens when he feels like someone has betrayed him,” Jack said softly, an old hurt shining in his own eyes. “I'm not going to sit idly by when someone has a chance to hurt him. Trust me, it'll be better coming from you.”
Buffy studied him for a long moment. She had read a lot of the mission reports and heard stories from both the team and other personnel on the base, and she knew that things hadn't always been smooth sailing. She could respect that he was looking out for his friend, she had done it herself many times in the past. But revealing her secret now was a bit much to ask for. All of her 'normal' boyfriends hadn't exactly handled the news the best way possible. Some were better at repressing their issues for a while, but in the end the result was always the same - badness.
Still, Daniel was already showing himself to be different from all of the others. There was a strong possibility that he could truly handle the truth about her and her life.
“I'll think on it,” she said finally.
Jack seemed to understand that it was going to be the best she could offer him for the moment and nodded. “Now, on to more important matters. Do you know what Daniel's current password is?”
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Buffy took one last look around her bedroom to make sure everything was in place. Once Daniel arrived she wanted everything to go as smoothly as possible. The poor man deserved it.
That afternoon she had stuck around the base long enough to watch Daniel step through the wormhole to arrive safely back on Earth. No one had thought anything strange about it, Sam and Teal'c had watched from the control room as well. Daniel had such a habit of getting into trouble, even with his team there to watch his back, that they all wanted to verify for themselves that he was in one piece.
He looked tired and a little bedraggled, but there were no obvious injuries, always a good sign. His eyes lit up when he saw them waiting for him and gave them a wave before heading off for the post-mission examination. Buffy had felt the worry that had been gnawing at her gut since the moment he left finally ease and the tension she’d been carrying in her shoulders had released so quickly that they nearly sagged in relief.
Buffy glanced over at the General and she could see concern shining in his eyes. Jack turned and gave her a pointed look. She wordlessly nodded and left to finish up her own work so she could get home ahead of Daniel.
There was no way Jack was going to conduct a post-mission briefing that day with the entire team looking as tired as they did. Which meant that once Daniel was medically cleared by Dr. Jones he'd drop off his gear and take a quick shower before leaving the base for home. She was going to have to work fast in order to have everything ready in time.
She left a note on his computer screen telling him to come over to her place when he left. They had no set pattern for whose house they went to after work, it usually depended upon the timing. Her place was closer to the base so he wouldn't have to drive as far, which wasn't a bad idea considering how tired he looked.
A quick phonecall took care of their meal for the evening. She had finally learned some basic cooking skills thanks to Andrew, but they weren't exactly stellar. Plus, the actual cooking of the food would have cut into the rest of her limited prep time. It was just easier to order Thai and concentrate on everything else.
Daniel had spent so much time over the past few months taking care of her when she needed it that she wasn't going to let the opportunity to return the favor slip through her fingers. Despite the welcoming countenance on his face when he looked up at them from the gate room she had seen the weariness lurking within his gaze. The same weariness she had frequently seen staring at her from the mirror. She wasn't always able to give him what he needed, but this she could easily do.
The sound of keys being inserted into the lock grabbed her attention and she headed down the short hallway to the front door. It swung open to reveal Daniel dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans with his worn leather jacket. His hair was still damp from his shower and was sticking up at odd angles signaling how quickly he left the base.
He stepped through the threshold and enveloped her into his arms. Buffy buried her face in his neck and inhaled. She could still detect the smell of the generic soap he used on the base, but underneath it all was the decidedly masculine scent that was all Daniel and never failed to make her knees go weak.
“I missed you,” he whispered in her ear. His lips brushing over the outer shell and causing a slight shiver to course through her body.
“Missed you, too,” she said, holding him tight. “Everything go okay?”
“Yeah, just long days without you,” he replied. He gave her another squeeze before releasing her and taking a small step back.
Buffy's small hands reached up to push the heavy jacket off of his shoulders. She easily took it over to the closet to hang it up while he removed his boots. Just as she closed the closet door the delivery boy came up onto the porch. With practiced eased, she and Daniel exchanged the food for money and got the boxes moved into the kitchen.
She gently pushed Daniel into a chair at the table before going to the cabinets to pull out some plates and bowls. Setting them down she moved to the drawers for silverware while Daniel began opening the containers.
“Is this tom kah kai?” He asked, looking in one of the styrofoam bowls.
“Yeah. I know you prefer that spicier soup, but I thought this would be better for this evening,” she said with a small smile as she sat in the chair next to him.
“It's perfect,” he said, scooping some out into his bowl. “How did you know?”
She shrugged. “Just had a hunch.”
He leaned forward to place a quick kiss on her lips. “You are an amazing woman,” he said softly, not moving out of her personal space.
“And don't you forget it,” she said, returning the gesture. “Now eat. You've been stuck with that MRE crap for a week.”
Daniel chuckled softly and sat back in his chair. The rest of their meal passed quickly as they caught up over the events of the past week while they were apart.
Buffy couldn't help but marvel at how easy it had been to meld their lives together. Once they had taken that first risky step, the others had seamlessly blended into one incredibly short one. Revealing the truth about herself could upset the balance between them and she wasn't sure she wanted to risk it.
Besides, it wasn't as if they were getting married. They hadn't even exchanged those three little words yet. That wasn't to say that their relationship didn't mean anything, it just wasn't as serious as Jack implied it was.
She watched as he animatedly described the ruins he had been studying. Even as tired as he was, his passion for his work infused every word and gesture exciting her even if she only understood half of what he was talking about. This same man made use of that type of passion when he focused on her, making her feel like the center of his world every time he did.
Daniel trailed off from his story. “Are you even listening?”
“Yup. The ruins gave more hints to the plague that caused the Ancients to leave our galaxy.”
A shy grin spread over his lips. She had a feeling that he was used to people tuning him out after so long, something she could never understand. He always captured her full attention every time he spoke. “Ah, but am I boring you?”
“Not really. I think it's pretty interesting, just wish there was a way we could tell those who went to Atlantis more about it,” she said with a shrug. “Now if you were discussing the daily life of, say a goat herder, I might be bored.”
“I save those exclusively for Jack,” he said, his blue eyes shining with a mischievous glint.
Laughter spilled forth as she pictured Jack's attention wandering to the constant doodles on his notepads as he did his best to half listen to Daniel's findings. “You are an evil man,” she teased as she cleared the dishes and placed them in the dishwasher.
“He fully deserves it,” Daniel assured her as he closed up the boxes with their leftovers and stuck them in the refrigerator. He stretched his arms over his head causing his t-shirt to raise enough to reveal some skin.
She stepped close and slid her hands over the exposed flesh to reach around him. Her fingers kneaded the tight muscles of his lower back. She frowned up at him. “Let me guess, you spent the entire time there bent over the ruins and didn't take a moment’s rest, did you?”
A sheepish expression made itself known on his face. “I only had a week. I wanted to examine as much as I could.”
Buffy rose up on her toes and kissed him lightly. “Why don't we take care of that?” She asked, sliding back down so her feet were flat on the floor. Her hands found his and she walked backward as she led him towards the bedroom.
“Really?” He asked, his eyes darkening with desire.
She laughed softly as she released on of his hands so she could turn and see where she was going. “Slow down. Not that that wouldn’t be fun, but I was thinking of something else first.”
His lower lip petulantly stuck out. “What is this something else?”
“You’ll see,” she said with a wink, stepping through the door to her dimly lit bedroom. Once he was inside, she changed direction and moved closer to him. Petite hands slid under his cotton t-shirt and tugged the fabric up until he relented and allowed her to finish removing it. She tossed it to the floor, somewhere unseen behind him.
Fingertips danced lightly over his bare skin as they ran down his chest and abdomen to reach the waist of his jeans. They smacked at his hands as he went to remove her clothes before returning to their task of undoing the fastenings of his pants. His hands let go of the hem of her thin camisole and let her have full control.
Once he had been stripped down to his boxers, she guided him to the large bed and gave his shoulders a push. He grinned up at her as he stretched out, clearly thinking he knew where things were going. She smirked at him. “Roll over.”
“What?”
“On your stomach,” she said. He frowned at her and she pointed to the small nightstand next to the bed. Setting beside the low wattage lamp that was providing the only light in the room set a bottle of massage oil.
“Again, I say you are an amazing woman,” he said, giving her a grateful look before rolling onto his stomach.
Buffy took a brief moment to enjoy the sight of his bare back. The broad shoulders tapering down to his waist and the muscles shifting under his skin as he got comfortable. Those same muscles were tight from his desire to learn more from some Ancient ruins.
She joined him on the bed and straddled his hips, settling carefully down on him. Her right hand reached out to snag the bottle off the nightstand and applied pressure to the flip top with her thumb to open it. She squeezed out a small amount into her left hand before closing it and replacing it back on the stand.
Quickly she rubbed her hands together to heat up the oil. Leaning forward slightly she touched her slicked palms to Daniel’s shoulders, spreading a thin layer of oil across his warm skin. Strong fingers kneaded the tired muscles and he groaned in pleasure. “I think you do this to yourself on purpose to get a sympathy massage,” she teased accusingly.
“I would never,” he protested through his groans. “I would just ask.”
She laughed and leaned all the way down to place a quick kiss on his cheek. Her blonde hair slid forward and landed on his face causing him to bring a hand up to move it out of his way. She laughed again and sat back up to return to the massage.
It didn’t take long before she could feel the muscles begin to relax under her ministrations. Her touch melded from healing to comfort as she ran her hands over the glistening skin. Beneath her Daniel’s breath was even and slow and she smiled softly at how good it felt to give this small pleasure to him.
Believing he had fallen asleep, she shifted her weight to her right knee in preparation to getting up. A hand on her knee stopped her and she was surprised to see Daniel twisting his neck at an odd angle to look up at her. “Where do you think you’re going?” He asked, his voice deep and husky.
“Nowhere, apparently,” Buffy replied. She shifted her weight as she raised up on her knees to allow Daniel to roll over to his back beneath her.
His hands grasped her own and he gave her a small tug, pulling her down to him. Lips met in a slow, teasingly soft kiss, stealing the breath from her at the simple intimacy of the act.
She shivered when she felt his hands find their way under her camisole again. One week had been a long time to go without feeling his touch. Her hips ground down against his in appreciation. “I’ve missed you,” she murmured as she broke the kiss.
Daniel nudged her chin with his nose and she tilted her head up. His mouth closed in on her neck causing her to shudder. Desire coiled in her lower abdomen as she slowly circled her hips over his growing erection.
Calloused fingertips skimmed over her soft flesh as he removed her top, exposing her to the warm air of the room. They disappeared for a moment as they set the camisole out of the way before returning to her breasts. Breathy moans escaped her lips as the rough pads of his fingers teased the sensitive tips into hardened nubs.
Even though her body was growing insistent on speeding up the pace, she took her time in exploring. Her own fingers and mouth reacquainted themselves with the hard planes of his chest and stomach, enjoying the way his body shifted and moved under her.
Her fingers hooked onto the waistband of his boxers and slid them down his legs. As she crawled back up, she paused momentarily to slip her mouth over his erection. His hips jerked in response and she placed one hand on them to hold them in place. Her head bobbed several times before releasing him. She grinned wickedly up at him before swirling her tongue around the head.
Daniel’s hands fumbled for her shoulders before grasping them tightly and hauling her the rest of the way up his body. Liquid heat rushed through her veins as his mouth laid claim to hers.
He had pulled her pants past her hips before she had even realized it. She broke the kiss long enough to get off the bed and shimmy out of the pajama bottoms. Never had she been more thankful to forego underwear than now. The bed dipped as she returned to her previous position.
Buffy’s eyes fluttered shut at the sensation of skin against skin. Her body quivered in anticipation as her hands roamed restlessly over Daniel’s prone form. Unable to wait any longer, she reached out for the other object she had set on the nightstand. Nimble fingers tore open the small package and removed the latex condom.
She sat back far enough to be able to grasp him with one hand while the other rolled the condom down its length. Daniel’s blue eyes were dark as she slowly settled herself over him and welcomed him inside her.
Her body stilled as she tried to calm the excited rush that filled her. Rather than setting a fast pace, she squeezed her inner walls around him causing goosebumps to rise over her heated flesh. A small gasp came from Daniel’s lips at the action.
Daniel pushed his upper body off of the bed to wrap his arms around her. She slanted her lips over his as her hips began a slow, delicate dance. Buffy lost herself to the feel of him pressed against her and the sweet slide of him moving beneath her.
He never let her speed up the rhythm and lavished attention to whatever part of her his mouth could reach. Blunt nails dug into the slick skin of his back while she trembled with a need for him that was almost painful in its intensity.
Without warning, her orgasm washed over her like a crashing wave, her body jerking in small spasms. Her walls clenched steadily around him and dimly she was aware of Daniel tensing beneath her as he crested over.
Spent, they fell back onto the bed, still linked together. A few minutes later, Buffy whimpered in protest as he gently rolled her off of him. He quickly disposed of the condom and returned back to bed. Blindly she reached for the slightly damp blankets and pulled them over their cooling bodies.
Daniel clicked off the lamp and pulled her flush with his side so her head could rest on his shoulder. He placed a small kiss on her forehead and whispered, “I love you.”
By: Polgara (melindoranightsilver@hotmail.com)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own none of the recognizable characters. They belong to their respective creators and distributors. Alec Colson’s dialogue comes directly from the Stargate Episode 8.8 Covenant.
Distribution: My site - Worlds of Possibilities, ff.net, Wormhole Crossing, and TtH.
Spoilers: For Buffy everything is game, for Stargate SG-1 direct spoilers for season 8 episode 8 - Covenant - and anything before that.
Setting: Takes place several years after Chosen and starts during SG-1 episode 8.8 - Covenant.
Summary: Life is filled with moments. The decision in each of these defining times shapes who we are and who we will become. They push us forward and back, an intricate dance.
A/N: Chapter titles and lyrics at the beginning of each come from Kasey Chamber’s cd - Wayward Angel. Music was used as an inspiration for the entire piece.
A/N2: Super shout out to Ava for being my personal cheerleader through writing this. Seriously, without her, this may have never been finished.
A/N3: Much thanks goes to Copper, my wonderful beta!
This fic has already been completed. I will be posting every Sunday.
Any and all artwork linked within this fic was created by the lovely Ava.
Like A River
Sometimes you walk like an angel
Sometimes you walk like a man
Sometimes you crawl like a baby
Makes me forget who I am
Have you ever been held before
Like honey to the bee
I've never been held before
Like you hold me
~ Like A River
Buffy aimlessly flipped the page of the large musty book. Her eyes roamed over the newly revealed text without really seeing the words. She repeated the action before giving up and setting the book down on the table. It wasn't exactly like she could read it anyway, Sumerian wasn't her forte.
She was bored out of her mind. SG-1 was on stand down while Daniel spent time off-world with another team checking out the Ancient ruins they had discovered. He'd been gone for four days and wasn't expected back for at least another three.
Ever since they had started dating three months before, they had never spent more than two days apart. While he didn't frequently accompany other SG teams off world, it had happened a few times before. Now Buffy found herself restless and was unable to distract herself from her loneliness.
Movement at the door pulled her attention and she looked up to see Jack looking at her in surprise. He filled the frame for a moment before completely entering the room and shutting the door behind him.
“Didn't expect to find you here,” he said, taking a seat at Daniel's desk.
“I could say the same about you,” she said, her lips quirking up in amusement. She didn't get to spend a lot of time around the General, but when she did, she always found their conversations entertaining.
He became evasive as he twisted Daniel's office chair back and forth. “Well, you know. Head of the base, just doing some inspecting.”
“Uh huh. What kind of prank were you going to play on Daniel this time?”
“Who said I was going to play a prank?” He asked, a wounded look on his face.
“Because you haven't pulled one on him in nearly a month.”
“Has it been that long?” He asked, his eyebrows heading toward his hairline. “I've been shirking my duties as the best friend. I should remedy that,” he said firmly, shuffling through the papers on Daniel's desk.
Buffy shook her head in amusement. Daniel and Jack's relationship was different from any other one she had experienced. They drove each other insane and bumped heads more often than not, but it was easy to see the deep seated respect and loyalty they had for each other. Leaving Jack to his own nefarious devices, she reached out for another book, hoping it would provide the distraction she so desperately needed.
“So how are things between you and Daniel?” Jack asked.
She looked to see him studying her, the papers he had been rifling through forgotten. “Good.”
“Just good?”
A grin broke out on her face as she thought back over the past few months. Daniel never ceased to surprise her. She had worried that his focus on his work would interfere with their relationship, and while it did at times, she couldn't complain since her slaying duties would also pick some of the worst times to need serious attention. When they were together his single-minded focus shifted to her and she learned what it was like to be the center of someone's world. “Really good.”
“Glad to hear it. You tell him about the other stuff?” He asked, one hand making vague waving motions through air.
Buffy's grin faded around the edges. “No.”
Jack frowned at her. “Don't you think he deserves to know before this gets too serious?”
She shook her head. “It's not something you can work into a conversation.”
“But it's part of who you are. I know I'm not the greatest person in the world to be handing out relationship advice, but he has a right to know. I‘m just sayin‘, he‘s your boyfriend. And one, I should point out, that you technically shouldn't have and I shouldn't know about because of regulations.”
“We're not military,” she pointed out.
“Doesn't matter. You're part of a military unit and are on the front lines. You could be compromised because of it.”
Buffy gave him a flat look. “You know that's not a problem for me.”
Jack rolled his eyes. “I know that. You know that. But my superiors may have a hard time believing that. And we're getting off the point. When, not if, but when Daniel finds out, he's not going to be happy that you kept it from him.”
“You're awfully sure about that.”
“I know Daniel and I've seen what happens when he feels like someone has betrayed him,” Jack said softly, an old hurt shining in his own eyes. “I'm not going to sit idly by when someone has a chance to hurt him. Trust me, it'll be better coming from you.”
Buffy studied him for a long moment. She had read a lot of the mission reports and heard stories from both the team and other personnel on the base, and she knew that things hadn't always been smooth sailing. She could respect that he was looking out for his friend, she had done it herself many times in the past. But revealing her secret now was a bit much to ask for. All of her 'normal' boyfriends hadn't exactly handled the news the best way possible. Some were better at repressing their issues for a while, but in the end the result was always the same - badness.
Still, Daniel was already showing himself to be different from all of the others. There was a strong possibility that he could truly handle the truth about her and her life.
“I'll think on it,” she said finally.
Jack seemed to understand that it was going to be the best she could offer him for the moment and nodded. “Now, on to more important matters. Do you know what Daniel's current password is?”
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Buffy took one last look around her bedroom to make sure everything was in place. Once Daniel arrived she wanted everything to go as smoothly as possible. The poor man deserved it.
That afternoon she had stuck around the base long enough to watch Daniel step through the wormhole to arrive safely back on Earth. No one had thought anything strange about it, Sam and Teal'c had watched from the control room as well. Daniel had such a habit of getting into trouble, even with his team there to watch his back, that they all wanted to verify for themselves that he was in one piece.
He looked tired and a little bedraggled, but there were no obvious injuries, always a good sign. His eyes lit up when he saw them waiting for him and gave them a wave before heading off for the post-mission examination. Buffy had felt the worry that had been gnawing at her gut since the moment he left finally ease and the tension she’d been carrying in her shoulders had released so quickly that they nearly sagged in relief.
Buffy glanced over at the General and she could see concern shining in his eyes. Jack turned and gave her a pointed look. She wordlessly nodded and left to finish up her own work so she could get home ahead of Daniel.
There was no way Jack was going to conduct a post-mission briefing that day with the entire team looking as tired as they did. Which meant that once Daniel was medically cleared by Dr. Jones he'd drop off his gear and take a quick shower before leaving the base for home. She was going to have to work fast in order to have everything ready in time.
She left a note on his computer screen telling him to come over to her place when he left. They had no set pattern for whose house they went to after work, it usually depended upon the timing. Her place was closer to the base so he wouldn't have to drive as far, which wasn't a bad idea considering how tired he looked.
A quick phonecall took care of their meal for the evening. She had finally learned some basic cooking skills thanks to Andrew, but they weren't exactly stellar. Plus, the actual cooking of the food would have cut into the rest of her limited prep time. It was just easier to order Thai and concentrate on everything else.
Daniel had spent so much time over the past few months taking care of her when she needed it that she wasn't going to let the opportunity to return the favor slip through her fingers. Despite the welcoming countenance on his face when he looked up at them from the gate room she had seen the weariness lurking within his gaze. The same weariness she had frequently seen staring at her from the mirror. She wasn't always able to give him what he needed, but this she could easily do.
The sound of keys being inserted into the lock grabbed her attention and she headed down the short hallway to the front door. It swung open to reveal Daniel dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans with his worn leather jacket. His hair was still damp from his shower and was sticking up at odd angles signaling how quickly he left the base.
He stepped through the threshold and enveloped her into his arms. Buffy buried her face in his neck and inhaled. She could still detect the smell of the generic soap he used on the base, but underneath it all was the decidedly masculine scent that was all Daniel and never failed to make her knees go weak.
“I missed you,” he whispered in her ear. His lips brushing over the outer shell and causing a slight shiver to course through her body.
“Missed you, too,” she said, holding him tight. “Everything go okay?”
“Yeah, just long days without you,” he replied. He gave her another squeeze before releasing her and taking a small step back.
Buffy's small hands reached up to push the heavy jacket off of his shoulders. She easily took it over to the closet to hang it up while he removed his boots. Just as she closed the closet door the delivery boy came up onto the porch. With practiced eased, she and Daniel exchanged the food for money and got the boxes moved into the kitchen.
She gently pushed Daniel into a chair at the table before going to the cabinets to pull out some plates and bowls. Setting them down she moved to the drawers for silverware while Daniel began opening the containers.
“Is this tom kah kai?” He asked, looking in one of the styrofoam bowls.
“Yeah. I know you prefer that spicier soup, but I thought this would be better for this evening,” she said with a small smile as she sat in the chair next to him.
“It's perfect,” he said, scooping some out into his bowl. “How did you know?”
She shrugged. “Just had a hunch.”
He leaned forward to place a quick kiss on her lips. “You are an amazing woman,” he said softly, not moving out of her personal space.
“And don't you forget it,” she said, returning the gesture. “Now eat. You've been stuck with that MRE crap for a week.”
Daniel chuckled softly and sat back in his chair. The rest of their meal passed quickly as they caught up over the events of the past week while they were apart.
Buffy couldn't help but marvel at how easy it had been to meld their lives together. Once they had taken that first risky step, the others had seamlessly blended into one incredibly short one. Revealing the truth about herself could upset the balance between them and she wasn't sure she wanted to risk it.
Besides, it wasn't as if they were getting married. They hadn't even exchanged those three little words yet. That wasn't to say that their relationship didn't mean anything, it just wasn't as serious as Jack implied it was.
She watched as he animatedly described the ruins he had been studying. Even as tired as he was, his passion for his work infused every word and gesture exciting her even if she only understood half of what he was talking about. This same man made use of that type of passion when he focused on her, making her feel like the center of his world every time he did.
Daniel trailed off from his story. “Are you even listening?”
“Yup. The ruins gave more hints to the plague that caused the Ancients to leave our galaxy.”
A shy grin spread over his lips. She had a feeling that he was used to people tuning him out after so long, something she could never understand. He always captured her full attention every time he spoke. “Ah, but am I boring you?”
“Not really. I think it's pretty interesting, just wish there was a way we could tell those who went to Atlantis more about it,” she said with a shrug. “Now if you were discussing the daily life of, say a goat herder, I might be bored.”
“I save those exclusively for Jack,” he said, his blue eyes shining with a mischievous glint.
Laughter spilled forth as she pictured Jack's attention wandering to the constant doodles on his notepads as he did his best to half listen to Daniel's findings. “You are an evil man,” she teased as she cleared the dishes and placed them in the dishwasher.
“He fully deserves it,” Daniel assured her as he closed up the boxes with their leftovers and stuck them in the refrigerator. He stretched his arms over his head causing his t-shirt to raise enough to reveal some skin.
She stepped close and slid her hands over the exposed flesh to reach around him. Her fingers kneaded the tight muscles of his lower back. She frowned up at him. “Let me guess, you spent the entire time there bent over the ruins and didn't take a moment’s rest, did you?”
A sheepish expression made itself known on his face. “I only had a week. I wanted to examine as much as I could.”
Buffy rose up on her toes and kissed him lightly. “Why don't we take care of that?” She asked, sliding back down so her feet were flat on the floor. Her hands found his and she walked backward as she led him towards the bedroom.
“Really?” He asked, his eyes darkening with desire.
She laughed softly as she released on of his hands so she could turn and see where she was going. “Slow down. Not that that wouldn’t be fun, but I was thinking of something else first.”
His lower lip petulantly stuck out. “What is this something else?”
“You’ll see,” she said with a wink, stepping through the door to her dimly lit bedroom. Once he was inside, she changed direction and moved closer to him. Petite hands slid under his cotton t-shirt and tugged the fabric up until he relented and allowed her to finish removing it. She tossed it to the floor, somewhere unseen behind him.
Fingertips danced lightly over his bare skin as they ran down his chest and abdomen to reach the waist of his jeans. They smacked at his hands as he went to remove her clothes before returning to their task of undoing the fastenings of his pants. His hands let go of the hem of her thin camisole and let her have full control.
Once he had been stripped down to his boxers, she guided him to the large bed and gave his shoulders a push. He grinned up at her as he stretched out, clearly thinking he knew where things were going. She smirked at him. “Roll over.”
“What?”
“On your stomach,” she said. He frowned at her and she pointed to the small nightstand next to the bed. Setting beside the low wattage lamp that was providing the only light in the room set a bottle of massage oil.
“Again, I say you are an amazing woman,” he said, giving her a grateful look before rolling onto his stomach.
Buffy took a brief moment to enjoy the sight of his bare back. The broad shoulders tapering down to his waist and the muscles shifting under his skin as he got comfortable. Those same muscles were tight from his desire to learn more from some Ancient ruins.
She joined him on the bed and straddled his hips, settling carefully down on him. Her right hand reached out to snag the bottle off the nightstand and applied pressure to the flip top with her thumb to open it. She squeezed out a small amount into her left hand before closing it and replacing it back on the stand.
Quickly she rubbed her hands together to heat up the oil. Leaning forward slightly she touched her slicked palms to Daniel’s shoulders, spreading a thin layer of oil across his warm skin. Strong fingers kneaded the tired muscles and he groaned in pleasure. “I think you do this to yourself on purpose to get a sympathy massage,” she teased accusingly.
“I would never,” he protested through his groans. “I would just ask.”
She laughed and leaned all the way down to place a quick kiss on his cheek. Her blonde hair slid forward and landed on his face causing him to bring a hand up to move it out of his way. She laughed again and sat back up to return to the massage.
It didn’t take long before she could feel the muscles begin to relax under her ministrations. Her touch melded from healing to comfort as she ran her hands over the glistening skin. Beneath her Daniel’s breath was even and slow and she smiled softly at how good it felt to give this small pleasure to him.
Believing he had fallen asleep, she shifted her weight to her right knee in preparation to getting up. A hand on her knee stopped her and she was surprised to see Daniel twisting his neck at an odd angle to look up at her. “Where do you think you’re going?” He asked, his voice deep and husky.
“Nowhere, apparently,” Buffy replied. She shifted her weight as she raised up on her knees to allow Daniel to roll over to his back beneath her.
His hands grasped her own and he gave her a small tug, pulling her down to him. Lips met in a slow, teasingly soft kiss, stealing the breath from her at the simple intimacy of the act.
She shivered when she felt his hands find their way under her camisole again. One week had been a long time to go without feeling his touch. Her hips ground down against his in appreciation. “I’ve missed you,” she murmured as she broke the kiss.
Daniel nudged her chin with his nose and she tilted her head up. His mouth closed in on her neck causing her to shudder. Desire coiled in her lower abdomen as she slowly circled her hips over his growing erection.
Calloused fingertips skimmed over her soft flesh as he removed her top, exposing her to the warm air of the room. They disappeared for a moment as they set the camisole out of the way before returning to her breasts. Breathy moans escaped her lips as the rough pads of his fingers teased the sensitive tips into hardened nubs.
Even though her body was growing insistent on speeding up the pace, she took her time in exploring. Her own fingers and mouth reacquainted themselves with the hard planes of his chest and stomach, enjoying the way his body shifted and moved under her.
Her fingers hooked onto the waistband of his boxers and slid them down his legs. As she crawled back up, she paused momentarily to slip her mouth over his erection. His hips jerked in response and she placed one hand on them to hold them in place. Her head bobbed several times before releasing him. She grinned wickedly up at him before swirling her tongue around the head.
Daniel’s hands fumbled for her shoulders before grasping them tightly and hauling her the rest of the way up his body. Liquid heat rushed through her veins as his mouth laid claim to hers.
He had pulled her pants past her hips before she had even realized it. She broke the kiss long enough to get off the bed and shimmy out of the pajama bottoms. Never had she been more thankful to forego underwear than now. The bed dipped as she returned to her previous position.
Buffy’s eyes fluttered shut at the sensation of skin against skin. Her body quivered in anticipation as her hands roamed restlessly over Daniel’s prone form. Unable to wait any longer, she reached out for the other object she had set on the nightstand. Nimble fingers tore open the small package and removed the latex condom.
She sat back far enough to be able to grasp him with one hand while the other rolled the condom down its length. Daniel’s blue eyes were dark as she slowly settled herself over him and welcomed him inside her.
Her body stilled as she tried to calm the excited rush that filled her. Rather than setting a fast pace, she squeezed her inner walls around him causing goosebumps to rise over her heated flesh. A small gasp came from Daniel’s lips at the action.
Daniel pushed his upper body off of the bed to wrap his arms around her. She slanted her lips over his as her hips began a slow, delicate dance. Buffy lost herself to the feel of him pressed against her and the sweet slide of him moving beneath her.
He never let her speed up the rhythm and lavished attention to whatever part of her his mouth could reach. Blunt nails dug into the slick skin of his back while she trembled with a need for him that was almost painful in its intensity.
Without warning, her orgasm washed over her like a crashing wave, her body jerking in small spasms. Her walls clenched steadily around him and dimly she was aware of Daniel tensing beneath her as he crested over.
Spent, they fell back onto the bed, still linked together. A few minutes later, Buffy whimpered in protest as he gently rolled her off of him. He quickly disposed of the condom and returned back to bed. Blindly she reached for the slightly damp blankets and pulled them over their cooling bodies.
Daniel clicked off the lamp and pulled her flush with his side so her head could rest on his shoulder. He placed a small kiss on her forehead and whispered, “I love you.”