Sleepwalking (Sam/Daniel) PG
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For control_freak80
Sam/Daniel. Fluff.
Sleepwalking
By Jennghis
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Sam stepped gingerly onto the sleeping bag, feeling it slip a bit on the wooden floor beneath it. She knelt down and placed her hand between Daniel's shoulder blades.
"Daniel," she called to him a whisper. "Wake up. It's your watch."
He twitched a bit and mumbled and then lay still again on his stomach. Sam rolled her eyes in amusement, a light smile on her lips. It had gotten harder to get up for their watch shifts as the surveillance mission had gone on. Four days and still Ba'al had not shown up at the night club their intelligence had told them he owned. As the mission was recon only, the cost had not justified placing all four members of SG-1 on the stake-out. She and Daniel had drawn the short straws.
To be fair, Jack had brought them pizza once and a "big" sandwich the next time. Although... he had eaten half the huge sub sandwich by himself. Daniel had told her he was 95% sure that Jack had only been looking for an excuse to order the much admired 'big sandwich', and the stake-out had provided the perfect reason.
Otherwise, it had been her and Daniel alone and in quarters that were far too close for personal comfort, and despite it all, they'd had some of the best conversations ever.
She pressed her palm heavier against Daniel's back and shook him a bit. "Daniel."
She heard the swift intake of breath he made as he woke, and he lifted his head slightly. His voice was sleepy and concerned. "Nnnnn... what?"
She left her hand resting between his shoulder blades. "Time for your watch."
He relaxed suddenly and thumped back down to the floor, closing his eyes. "Oh. Good."
She exhaled a soft snort of laughter. "Yeah... it's getting a little old, isn't it?"
"A little?" He turned onto his side and faced away from her without opening his eyes.
She slid her hand to rest lightly on his hip and waited, her eyes running over the mussed hair at his temples and behind his ear, the strands sticking out and up and winding together in a raucous case of bed head. A day old beard shadowed his jaw. It wasn't usually this difficult to get him up, but sometimes he was still half-asleep even when he was talking to you.
When he still hadn't moved several minutes later, she pushed at his hip gently. "Daniel?"
He gave a snore.
"Daniel!" She bent down over him. "Wake up!"
He snorted again and his eyes opened. He turned his head and looked up at her. "Sam?"
"Hello!" She shook her head at him.
He stared at her for a long moment. She watched his eyes moving as his gaze slid over her face. "Sam..." He said softly, and suddenly he lifted his hand and one finger was tracing down her cheek.
She inhaled with a small gasp, startled by the look in his eyes. Appreciation, affection, want, need...
His lips parted, and before she realized what she was doing, she had cupped a hand under his head and was lowering her mouth to his. He didn't grab her. He didn't lunge at her. He laid quietly under her hand and kissed her back, lips soft and slow and warm. When his tongue slid quickly, neatly against hers once, then again, she knew this was anything but a kiss of friendship.
"Daniel..." She sighed and pulled back until she could meet his gaze again with surprised eyes. "Are you still asleep?"
"No, Sam." His breath tickled against her lips. "I've been waiting a long time for you to wake up."
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For control_freak80
Sam/Daniel. Fluff.
Sleepwalking
By Jennghis
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Sam stepped gingerly onto the sleeping bag, feeling it slip a bit on the wooden floor beneath it. She knelt down and placed her hand between Daniel's shoulder blades.
"Daniel," she called to him a whisper. "Wake up. It's your watch."
He twitched a bit and mumbled and then lay still again on his stomach. Sam rolled her eyes in amusement, a light smile on her lips. It had gotten harder to get up for their watch shifts as the surveillance mission had gone on. Four days and still Ba'al had not shown up at the night club their intelligence had told them he owned. As the mission was recon only, the cost had not justified placing all four members of SG-1 on the stake-out. She and Daniel had drawn the short straws.
To be fair, Jack had brought them pizza once and a "big" sandwich the next time. Although... he had eaten half the huge sub sandwich by himself. Daniel had told her he was 95% sure that Jack had only been looking for an excuse to order the much admired 'big sandwich', and the stake-out had provided the perfect reason.
Otherwise, it had been her and Daniel alone and in quarters that were far too close for personal comfort, and despite it all, they'd had some of the best conversations ever.
She pressed her palm heavier against Daniel's back and shook him a bit. "Daniel."
She heard the swift intake of breath he made as he woke, and he lifted his head slightly. His voice was sleepy and concerned. "Nnnnn... what?"
She left her hand resting between his shoulder blades. "Time for your watch."
He relaxed suddenly and thumped back down to the floor, closing his eyes. "Oh. Good."
She exhaled a soft snort of laughter. "Yeah... it's getting a little old, isn't it?"
"A little?" He turned onto his side and faced away from her without opening his eyes.
She slid her hand to rest lightly on his hip and waited, her eyes running over the mussed hair at his temples and behind his ear, the strands sticking out and up and winding together in a raucous case of bed head. A day old beard shadowed his jaw. It wasn't usually this difficult to get him up, but sometimes he was still half-asleep even when he was talking to you.
When he still hadn't moved several minutes later, she pushed at his hip gently. "Daniel?"
He gave a snore.
"Daniel!" She bent down over him. "Wake up!"
He snorted again and his eyes opened. He turned his head and looked up at her. "Sam?"
"Hello!" She shook her head at him.
He stared at her for a long moment. She watched his eyes moving as his gaze slid over her face. "Sam..." He said softly, and suddenly he lifted his hand and one finger was tracing down her cheek.
She inhaled with a small gasp, startled by the look in his eyes. Appreciation, affection, want, need...
His lips parted, and before she realized what she was doing, she had cupped a hand under his head and was lowering her mouth to his. He didn't grab her. He didn't lunge at her. He laid quietly under her hand and kissed her back, lips soft and slow and warm. When his tongue slid quickly, neatly against hers once, then again, she knew this was anything but a kiss of friendship.
"Daniel..." She sighed and pulled back until she could meet his gaze again with surprised eyes. "Are you still asleep?"
"No, Sam." His breath tickled against her lips. "I've been waiting a long time for you to wake up."
~end~
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