Really Good Friends
Really Good Friends
By: chris4short
The Prompt for the sg1_by_hand ficathon
Primary Character(s): Daniel
'Ship to be Included: Sam UST
Acceptable Humour/Fluff Level: Fairly low
Prompt: He tries to imagine...
Daniel turned and refilled Sam’s empty coffee cup without asking. She just looked like she needed more. If nothing else, it was occupying her hands as she twisted it slightly.
“It wasn’t conscious; I mean, it was but it wasn’t - thanks Daniel - I just saw him and he asked, and it felt right. At the time. Now I wonder why I hadn’t gone to check on you first, and if maybe that would have changed my mind. I mean he would have asked one way or the other, right? It was bound to happen. But now, holy Hannah, I don’t know if it was the right thing to do. I mean, his whole face fell, like I had stabbed him in the heart.”
Daniel nodded as Sam sat on the stool and talked away. Part of him wondered where all the words were coming from, but the other part knew that Sam needed to vent the frustration she had locked away. She had been silent for so long about her feelings.
But then he wasn’t a poster boy for talking about feelings either.
“I just wish I knew if this was the right thing,” Sam said softly, looking at her mug and slowly up at him. “But it’s done, right? I mean, I can’t really go back and ask for the ring back, and hope he gives it back.”
“Well,” he paused and looked back at Sam. “I’ll always be here.”
Sam smiled and nodded. “I know. Thanks, Daniel. You’re a really good friend.”
Daniel pulled her into a hug and closed his eyes briefly. You’re a really good friend.
~*~*~*~
Watching Sam’s car lights fade into the distance reminded Daniel once more that he had the opportunity to really show how good of a friend he was. How he wanted to be more than just a really good friend. He closed the door to his empty, silent house and leaned against the door. His heart really went out to Sam and the situation she was unable to deal with. Pete’s presence in Sam’s life had added some much needed stability outside SG-1. At least it seemed that way.
Daniel ran a hand through his hair. Why was it so hard to just let her know that he would give anything to have been in Pete’s shoes?
Padding back into the kitchen he surveyed the damage he and Sam had made. Sam had jokingly kicked him out of the kitchen as she tried her hand at a new recipe she had found in a magazine. Daniel was more than happy to sit on the sidelines and watch her pick through herbs, raid the refrigerator and directing him around the kitchen before setting the table.
He smiled as he rinsed the ice cream bowls. It felt so right to have her in his kitchen helping her make dinner. It had been so long since they had a night just to themselves, the two scientists of SG-1. The two who connected instantly and deeply.
He turned off the lights and went up to his bedroom, picking up several books along the way. Even sitting in bed, reading, his mind wandered to his locked away feelings for his fellow scientist and teammate. For so long he had looked on as Sam had wandered around trying to find her spot in the outside world. He chuckled; most of SG-1 had been just as successful as Sam. They had almost resigned themselves to not finding anyone outside the SGC.
Daniel put the book down and looked up to the ceiling. Why was it so hard then to look inward and tell someone that they didn’t have to look all around for what was right in front of them? He sighed; he himself was one to speak. Slipping under the covers, he turned the light off and decided that Sam wasn’t the only one who needed a good night’s sleep.
~*~*~*~
Her lips parted and she whispered a name, His name. She threaded her fingers in his hair and he brought her face closer, closer, closer...
Daniel opened his eyes, panting. He looked at the clock beside the bed. He needed to get back to sleep, but something about the dream, her face, wouldn’t leave him. He sighed and got up. A shower would help.
He undressed, starting the water. He let the echoing of the water in the tub remind him how big his house was for one person. It had two extra bedrooms that he had converted into a home office and a guest room. But it still was a bit large for just him. Perhaps, he mused, stepping under the showerhead, he had subconsciously picked a home that could make room for a family.
He closed his eyes and her face floated before him again. He wondered what would have happened if he hadn’t woken up just yet. How did the dream even start?
Daniel rested his head against the wall, wondering where these things were even coming from. He groaned, realizing it was Sam’s confession that she never really did love Pete, not in the way Sam knew he deserved to be, making her decision to return the ring a bit easier. He shook his head, letting the water drip off his hair.
The dream flashed before his eyes once more. Oh how he imagined, in the deep of the night, (quite like now, he mused) her coming to him, wanting him. He felt himself stir and a tinge of guilt flooded him. She was his best friend, for goodness sake! Oh but how good it felt to even dream of her uttering his name in a way that made it seem like he was more than just a friend.
His hand gripped his stirring member and he closed his eyes. It had been weeks since he had jerked off to the dream of her sharing her life with him. Of course with him being captured and on a different plane for a bit, it had been a while since he even had the time, or the thought to relieve himself. He once again let himself drift into the fantasy world his mind had created for him so long ago.
Her mouth parts and she asks him the question again. He loves her? He smiles and does the one thing he can: he kisses her long and hard, with promise and need. Yes, he loves her; he loves his best friend from the moment... since time began, he imagines.
She responds, matching his intensity, deepening the kiss, if that was possible. Her fingers spread over his cheek and slip over his back. He feeds off the groan that escapes from her. He pulls back slightly, gasping for air, and smiles; he has just made the woman he loves crave him. Crave him. Like a drug...
He leans in and pulls her closer, caressing her as her hands slip under his shirt. He is quick to follow, feeling the heat of the moment burn. He dares to let his fingers skirt the edge of her pants, slowly venturing toward the front, giving the buttons a hesitant tug until she groans and whispers and he feels the first snap of his own pants give, easing some of the pressure his stirring cock is creating.
Soon pants are joining the pile of shirts, and her bra is quick to follow. He stands back, admiring his lover with new, hungry eyes. She is caressing his chest, softly smiling at him, tugging at his hand to make him follow, make him fall into the sheets, beaconing him to come closer, feel the heat.
And how it burns.
Daniel pulled harder, faster; he wanted to feel the burn. He wanted to know he had made her flush, blush, and scream in the release. He felt his own build up and Daniel wondered if he should finish and leave the dream, the imagined “what if’s” his genius, if not tortured, mind came up with. He let go, placing both hands on the wall, feeling the warm water once more flow down his back. His unmistakable need was begging to be once more captured.
A beautiful house is what she deserved. Kids, a family, a loving environment she could come home to at the end of the day. A library. A screened in porch that over looks a backyard. House and halls filled with pictures and laughter... she deserved so much and more than what she had.
Waking up beside her, feeling the first kiss of the morning, knowing all the kisses were for him alone. He wanted it for her, and forever be there for her, right by her side. The feel of her legs brush up against his, her fingers capturing his as they trailed down her body. The knowledge that this was what he had waited all his life for, what the greatest accomplishment was. Her eyes sparkling, as they would talk in hushed tones about the future. Their future.
He would take her into his arms, looking at their beautiful children, reaching for her and whispering the same words that had caused their family to be blessed with children. He would lead her into the bed they shared, taking his time to disrobe her, unfolding her beauty. Hungry kisses and eager hands, it would be like the first time... again.
The first time he captured her nipples in his mouth, feeling her groan as he worked his fingers in her, feeling her cum. The first time he felt the heat of her, wrapping her arms, legs, around him, begging him to be in her.
The love, the need, the emotions would mix, spill over, until he was on her, in her, making her moan in pleasure and urge him to go on, to make love to her, again and again. They would soar up to Heaven and never come down.
They would spend the hours they were not on base, looking after kids, or saving the world - again - just sitting and wondering why it took so long.
“Why it took so long,” Daniel muttered, feeling the release burn deep down. “So long, so not worthy, so beautiful.” The water made his hand slide over his dick easier, faster as he felt the build come on.
His eyes fluttered as a tear slipped and the release, the amazing release, shook his body. He dropped to one knee, putting out his hands on the wall to steady himself.
“I love you, absolutely love you, Sam.”
~*~*~*~
Daniel tapped his fingers on the file he tucked under his arm. He watched the elevator numbers as he descended toward his office. His weekend was filled with research and catching up with the weeks of missed paper work. Darn Replicators. He was smiling at the thought when the sound of the elevators once more opening caused him to come out of his reverie. He instinctively reached for the stack of folders she had in her arms.
“Thanks,” Sam said as her load was lightened.
“Your welcome,” he replied. “So how was your weekend?”
Sam glanced over her files and then turned toward him. “Well it started off really bad, but then my best friend helped me. And, well,” she paused and blushed slightly. “I did some thinking.”
“Oh, the great thinker, Sam Carter,” Daniel joked, making her laugh.
“Pete called,” she said softly.
Daniel froze inside. He slid into the really good friend mode, the only one he was sure that Sam would see. The protective, jealous lover would never have the chance… “You okay?”
“Yes, actually. It helped me start thinking. So it was kind of a good thing,” Sam smiled. “I told him the reason why I gave the ring back, and we talked about life after this. Thanks to our talk, I know there is life after Pete.” Sam paused once more and turned toward Daniel. “I can do better.”
“Yes, you can,” Daniel said instinctively. “Sorry,” he said, hoping that statement had gone unnoticed, but the small smile that formed on her face told him it was what she needed to hear.
Daniel paused a moment, letting Sam get off the elevator first. Following, Daniel walked toward her office to drop off his half of the stacked files, watching her with interest. Maybe there was a chance to become more than friends…
By: chris4short
The Prompt for the sg1_by_hand ficathon
Primary Character(s): Daniel
'Ship to be Included: Sam UST
Acceptable Humour/Fluff Level: Fairly low
Prompt: He tries to imagine...
Daniel turned and refilled Sam’s empty coffee cup without asking. She just looked like she needed more. If nothing else, it was occupying her hands as she twisted it slightly.
“It wasn’t conscious; I mean, it was but it wasn’t - thanks Daniel - I just saw him and he asked, and it felt right. At the time. Now I wonder why I hadn’t gone to check on you first, and if maybe that would have changed my mind. I mean he would have asked one way or the other, right? It was bound to happen. But now, holy Hannah, I don’t know if it was the right thing to do. I mean, his whole face fell, like I had stabbed him in the heart.”
Daniel nodded as Sam sat on the stool and talked away. Part of him wondered where all the words were coming from, but the other part knew that Sam needed to vent the frustration she had locked away. She had been silent for so long about her feelings.
But then he wasn’t a poster boy for talking about feelings either.
“I just wish I knew if this was the right thing,” Sam said softly, looking at her mug and slowly up at him. “But it’s done, right? I mean, I can’t really go back and ask for the ring back, and hope he gives it back.”
“Well,” he paused and looked back at Sam. “I’ll always be here.”
Sam smiled and nodded. “I know. Thanks, Daniel. You’re a really good friend.”
Daniel pulled her into a hug and closed his eyes briefly. You’re a really good friend.
~*~*~*~
Watching Sam’s car lights fade into the distance reminded Daniel once more that he had the opportunity to really show how good of a friend he was. How he wanted to be more than just a really good friend. He closed the door to his empty, silent house and leaned against the door. His heart really went out to Sam and the situation she was unable to deal with. Pete’s presence in Sam’s life had added some much needed stability outside SG-1. At least it seemed that way.
Daniel ran a hand through his hair. Why was it so hard to just let her know that he would give anything to have been in Pete’s shoes?
Padding back into the kitchen he surveyed the damage he and Sam had made. Sam had jokingly kicked him out of the kitchen as she tried her hand at a new recipe she had found in a magazine. Daniel was more than happy to sit on the sidelines and watch her pick through herbs, raid the refrigerator and directing him around the kitchen before setting the table.
He smiled as he rinsed the ice cream bowls. It felt so right to have her in his kitchen helping her make dinner. It had been so long since they had a night just to themselves, the two scientists of SG-1. The two who connected instantly and deeply.
He turned off the lights and went up to his bedroom, picking up several books along the way. Even sitting in bed, reading, his mind wandered to his locked away feelings for his fellow scientist and teammate. For so long he had looked on as Sam had wandered around trying to find her spot in the outside world. He chuckled; most of SG-1 had been just as successful as Sam. They had almost resigned themselves to not finding anyone outside the SGC.
Daniel put the book down and looked up to the ceiling. Why was it so hard then to look inward and tell someone that they didn’t have to look all around for what was right in front of them? He sighed; he himself was one to speak. Slipping under the covers, he turned the light off and decided that Sam wasn’t the only one who needed a good night’s sleep.
~*~*~*~
Her lips parted and she whispered a name, His name. She threaded her fingers in his hair and he brought her face closer, closer, closer...
Daniel opened his eyes, panting. He looked at the clock beside the bed. He needed to get back to sleep, but something about the dream, her face, wouldn’t leave him. He sighed and got up. A shower would help.
He undressed, starting the water. He let the echoing of the water in the tub remind him how big his house was for one person. It had two extra bedrooms that he had converted into a home office and a guest room. But it still was a bit large for just him. Perhaps, he mused, stepping under the showerhead, he had subconsciously picked a home that could make room for a family.
He closed his eyes and her face floated before him again. He wondered what would have happened if he hadn’t woken up just yet. How did the dream even start?
Daniel rested his head against the wall, wondering where these things were even coming from. He groaned, realizing it was Sam’s confession that she never really did love Pete, not in the way Sam knew he deserved to be, making her decision to return the ring a bit easier. He shook his head, letting the water drip off his hair.
The dream flashed before his eyes once more. Oh how he imagined, in the deep of the night, (quite like now, he mused) her coming to him, wanting him. He felt himself stir and a tinge of guilt flooded him. She was his best friend, for goodness sake! Oh but how good it felt to even dream of her uttering his name in a way that made it seem like he was more than just a friend.
His hand gripped his stirring member and he closed his eyes. It had been weeks since he had jerked off to the dream of her sharing her life with him. Of course with him being captured and on a different plane for a bit, it had been a while since he even had the time, or the thought to relieve himself. He once again let himself drift into the fantasy world his mind had created for him so long ago.
Her mouth parts and she asks him the question again. He loves her? He smiles and does the one thing he can: he kisses her long and hard, with promise and need. Yes, he loves her; he loves his best friend from the moment... since time began, he imagines.
She responds, matching his intensity, deepening the kiss, if that was possible. Her fingers spread over his cheek and slip over his back. He feeds off the groan that escapes from her. He pulls back slightly, gasping for air, and smiles; he has just made the woman he loves crave him. Crave him. Like a drug...
He leans in and pulls her closer, caressing her as her hands slip under his shirt. He is quick to follow, feeling the heat of the moment burn. He dares to let his fingers skirt the edge of her pants, slowly venturing toward the front, giving the buttons a hesitant tug until she groans and whispers and he feels the first snap of his own pants give, easing some of the pressure his stirring cock is creating.
Soon pants are joining the pile of shirts, and her bra is quick to follow. He stands back, admiring his lover with new, hungry eyes. She is caressing his chest, softly smiling at him, tugging at his hand to make him follow, make him fall into the sheets, beaconing him to come closer, feel the heat.
And how it burns.
Daniel pulled harder, faster; he wanted to feel the burn. He wanted to know he had made her flush, blush, and scream in the release. He felt his own build up and Daniel wondered if he should finish and leave the dream, the imagined “what if’s” his genius, if not tortured, mind came up with. He let go, placing both hands on the wall, feeling the warm water once more flow down his back. His unmistakable need was begging to be once more captured.
A beautiful house is what she deserved. Kids, a family, a loving environment she could come home to at the end of the day. A library. A screened in porch that over looks a backyard. House and halls filled with pictures and laughter... she deserved so much and more than what she had.
Waking up beside her, feeling the first kiss of the morning, knowing all the kisses were for him alone. He wanted it for her, and forever be there for her, right by her side. The feel of her legs brush up against his, her fingers capturing his as they trailed down her body. The knowledge that this was what he had waited all his life for, what the greatest accomplishment was. Her eyes sparkling, as they would talk in hushed tones about the future. Their future.
He would take her into his arms, looking at their beautiful children, reaching for her and whispering the same words that had caused their family to be blessed with children. He would lead her into the bed they shared, taking his time to disrobe her, unfolding her beauty. Hungry kisses and eager hands, it would be like the first time... again.
The first time he captured her nipples in his mouth, feeling her groan as he worked his fingers in her, feeling her cum. The first time he felt the heat of her, wrapping her arms, legs, around him, begging him to be in her.
The love, the need, the emotions would mix, spill over, until he was on her, in her, making her moan in pleasure and urge him to go on, to make love to her, again and again. They would soar up to Heaven and never come down.
They would spend the hours they were not on base, looking after kids, or saving the world - again - just sitting and wondering why it took so long.
“Why it took so long,” Daniel muttered, feeling the release burn deep down. “So long, so not worthy, so beautiful.” The water made his hand slide over his dick easier, faster as he felt the build come on.
His eyes fluttered as a tear slipped and the release, the amazing release, shook his body. He dropped to one knee, putting out his hands on the wall to steady himself.
“I love you, absolutely love you, Sam.”
~*~*~*~
Daniel tapped his fingers on the file he tucked under his arm. He watched the elevator numbers as he descended toward his office. His weekend was filled with research and catching up with the weeks of missed paper work. Darn Replicators. He was smiling at the thought when the sound of the elevators once more opening caused him to come out of his reverie. He instinctively reached for the stack of folders she had in her arms.
“Thanks,” Sam said as her load was lightened.
“Your welcome,” he replied. “So how was your weekend?”
Sam glanced over her files and then turned toward him. “Well it started off really bad, but then my best friend helped me. And, well,” she paused and blushed slightly. “I did some thinking.”
“Oh, the great thinker, Sam Carter,” Daniel joked, making her laugh.
“Pete called,” she said softly.
Daniel froze inside. He slid into the really good friend mode, the only one he was sure that Sam would see. The protective, jealous lover would never have the chance… “You okay?”
“Yes, actually. It helped me start thinking. So it was kind of a good thing,” Sam smiled. “I told him the reason why I gave the ring back, and we talked about life after this. Thanks to our talk, I know there is life after Pete.” Sam paused once more and turned toward Daniel. “I can do better.”
“Yes, you can,” Daniel said instinctively. “Sorry,” he said, hoping that statement had gone unnoticed, but the small smile that formed on her face told him it was what she needed to hear.
Daniel paused a moment, letting Sam get off the elevator first. Following, Daniel walked toward her office to drop off his half of the stacked files, watching her with interest. Maybe there was a chance to become more than friends…