She thought of a recent lover who was perfection. Tender, cultured and marvellously inventive in the ritual of lovemaking. His caresses were sensual, subtle, exquisite, the peak of erotic artistry. Long, sensitive fingers touching her body with such delicacy that every part of her skin yearned for more. Their love play was so languid, so luxurious that it lasted hours. When at last he entered her, she would moan with the rapture of climax, hardly feeling him moving within her, hardly hearing his gasp.
Monique stepped out of her hot bath that she had been soaking in, thinking of the past. That past seem to catch her in the bath, she supposed it was the fact there was nothing to do but think.
Her body had absorbed the rose oils she had put in the water. As she started to towel dry her body as she remembered John. She had been naive, sure, he was a considerate lover but he had gotten as much out of it as her. Once her purpose had been fulfilled, as his research assistant... as his toy... as his fill in... she had been cut from his life.
Looking in the mirror, she laughed. This would be an interesting night. As "Dreams" by The Corrs floated in, she sang, knowing the truth of the chorus.
"Thunder only happens when it's raining."
Things get worse when things are already in a bad state of affairs. As things became bad in her relationship they just kept sliding till the day it stopped. Sometimes she would think that she could have taken the sadness rather than the affair ending the way it did, no real explanation as to why, just thoughts and half ideas that she could come up with. But her heart told her the truth; she had lost her use, the spark of what had kept him to her.
"Players only love you when they are playing."
Oh that's for sure - sometimes the players can even fool themselves into thinking that they could have a future with someone, but they always tire of the ones they supposedly love in the end. That's what she wanted to be - one of the players tonight. Who cared about the future, just live for the now, to have the warmth of somebody who cared for her, who needed her tonight.
"Yea. Women... They will come and they will go."
That's for sure - men just used women to fulfill their needs, be it to have somebody out there loving them, pinning away for their lost love. Or just for sex, a body to use to for their purpose, no matter what mind games they used to get it. Who knows? Maybe they'll find the truth, that they will eventually lose the women who really loves them, the ones whose love turns to hate. Or worse apathy, after being tired of the lies given to them, the promises that where made but never kept, the keep you hanging on tactics. As she heard John's voice saying 'lets try being friends.' Lies, Lies, LIES.
"When the rain washes you clean you'll know. You'll know."
Sure she had cried for him till she couldn't cry any more for anything, but she still wasn't clean or free from the past pains, even though others had come and gone they never fulfilled her like he did. Tonight she would be the Player, a player that was driving the memory of him from her life, out of her mind. To fall in the gutter where no other person would want to follow her, so her journey through life would be alone. She wouldn't have to use the armor that she used during break ups "you're stronger than me," didn't they realise that she was weaker than they were. That she was hiding the truth from them and herself, as the pieces of her heart disappeared never to return and her trust continued to fade into the nothingness that was her heart now.
She let her chestnut hair fall on her shoulders and brushed it. Next she picked her rose scented cream, massaging it into her body. Her skin was flushed a rosy pink from the bath. Her nipples were firm, jutting peaks aroused by the touch of her hands. As her hands drifted lower down her body, she remembered recent events that had lead to this point.
Gaining tenature at the college of Colorado, she had worked hard and had gained the respect of her colleagues and students, little did they know that was how she had no time to think of John. Now she was going to a party that was being held by the facility of Anthropology and Sociology, for teachers and guests that had helped the faculty during the school year.
She put on her make-up. She painted her lips a deep, deep red and used think black liner and masses of mascara around her brown eyes. She liked the look as she saw her reflection in the mirror -so different to her usual style. As was thhe little black dress that was just short of her knees and that had thin straps holding it in place, with a jacket to match in case the weather turned cool.
Daniel Jackson had been invited by Anthony Topkins, the head of the school of Anthropology and one of his previous professors who had given him the spark of joy in this topic. They had remained friends, and Anthony had been one of his few supporters when he had brought out some of his more controversial papers. As his friend, he felt he owed him so he would go to the party even though he still felt hurt by seeing Sha'uri and losing her again. He stared at the suit a few more minutes hoping that it would disappear and he wouldn't be able to go the function.
Daniel hadn't driven since it was easier to walk and have the time to think. He realised he was in pain. Sure, he realised in his mind that it wasn't Sha'uri with Apophsis. But his heart couldn't receive that message and it was killing him a little each time he saw her. Bits of his heart that couldn't be replaced even if Sha'uri came back to him. Funny that the cause wasn't the cure.
As he went through the doors of the doors of the hall he could see the people here. Anthony was heading towards him.
"So how are you today Daniel?"
Anthony was six foot four inches, his features were distinguished and seemed to fit a man of his position. He had black hair that was silvering and Anthony hadn't taken any action to remove it. His piercing blue eyes were fixed on Daniel, waiting for his reply.
"Fine. Nothing interesting at the moment," knowing that his friend would want to know what he was doing, hoping that this reply would hold off questions that could lead to trouble.
A woman in a black dress caught his attention. He wanted to go over to talk to her but two things were stopping him. Anthony, who was still talking to him about what the department had achieved that year, and the fact that the lady was staring at a man who appeared to be coming towards them.
The man was five foot six inches tall, and had brown hair that was well kept. He had glasses that did nothing to hide the piercing hazel eyes that were sizing Daniel, judging him.
"Hi Anthony," the new arrival said.
Daniel could tell that Anthony was trying to suppress a shiver of disdain.
"John Lyarman. This is Daniel Jackson. Daniel, John works for Harvard."
"And you, Daniel?"
"I work for the Government. So how do you know Anthony?"
"He was a professor of mine. Though I must say my work is no way as controversial as yours is. Excuse me, I see somebody I would like to talk to."
Daniel saw him head towards the lady, leaving him seething. He talked some more to Anthony who tried to calm him down.
Monique who had been talking to a fellow colleague when she felt somebody behind her, she didn't have to turn around to know who it was. As she turned she heard John saying, "If it ain't Monique Dawson."
"John, how are you?"
"Good. I heard you about your appointment here. Seems that you're using your skills you gained from me to good use."
Monique didn't miss the double entrendre that was the last comment or the dusting over a polite, how are you? "Um, are you alone?"
"No, I'm with Victoria." His head flashed over to a brunette that she knew was his previous girlfriend, who was talking to a fellow teacher. "You? It would seem that you're alone Monique."
She could tell by that comment it was his thinking she had come to get him back. Jerk, obviously no friendship here, besides she didn't know he was coming.
Daniel had been about to leave when he saw that John was hassling the woman he had been looking at before. When he had come closer he heard that comment.
"No. She's with me."
Monique couldn't believe what she was hearing. But from the look on John's face, he had bought it.
"You two are perfect for each other." John said bitterly. He was sure she would be alone, he headed towards Victoria.
Daniel pulled her closer. He had a feeling John would turn to see if it was true, and just as he did, Daniel gave the lady a passionate kiss.
Monique was confused as to why this man was kissing her. Once he stopped, she stormed out of the building. John had confused her, if he didn't love her, why make that last comment that was very bitter. Nothing seemed easy for her especially when it concerned him.
Daniel was glad John missed her reaction to the kiss, he seemed to be talking to a female, who was much too young for him.
Monique paused at the side of the building where people couldn't see her, but the stranger found her. She started to walk further towards the back, but he followed. So he wanted something - she would give him something, she slowed so he could catch up, and once he did she slapped him.
"Why did you do that?" Not trying to hide the anger in her voice.
Daniel put a hand to where her handprint was showing. "To deflate his ego, and to show that you're worthy of somebody. 'cause you are."
Monique was seething, she slapped him again. Then pushed him towards the building wall as she kissed him, shocked by her behaviour.
Daniel was shocked by the passion this rough kiss had. She had parted his mouth and her tongue was probing his mouth. He returned the kiss and could see the shocked look on her face, as he turned her around so that she was now against the wall.
The fact he had taken control did not escape her. All she had planned was to give him a bit of his own medicine back, this was fast developing into something more interesting. This was dangerous, daring and different, she was in public, with a stranger, about to have sex. There was no love in this passion, it was driven by hate and a deep, deep, anger from not only her, as she could feel it on him too. He pressed her against the wall harder. The violence, the hatred was disgusting her as much as it was turning her on.
Daniel was struggling with the dress trying to lift it up. It was driving him mad, he just wanted the release, and he wanted it over. At last she was freed of the infuriating thing.
Without a word he pushed her bra up as his hand cupped her breast, catching her nipple between his fingers and squeezing it hard.
Exquisite pleasure flooded through her. She knew she should turn him down, he wasn't thinking of her or she of him, but she wanted him so much. Past words she had heard flashed in her mind. 'Men are a necessary evil of life,' so true. Though women seemed to be able to live without a man in her life the same could be said about the opposite sex.
He leant forward and kissed her again, slowly, still squeezing her breast with one hand as his other ran across her thighs. He lifted her underwear and eased one finger inside. It slid across the moist lips of her sex, stroking gently along their length, and ending up at the front just below her triangle of pubic hair, caressing and stimulating the little point, that was the center of her desire.
Hot arrows of sensation pierced her. Her legs felt weak and shaky, she smothered a moan of need. As she fumbled for his fly unzipped it and thrust her hand inside, feeling for his manhood. There it was hot and hard beneath her fingers a magnificent column of flesh, as her other hand undid his pants fully to free it.
Daniel bent quickly and stripped her underwear down her legs. She stepped out of them and he moved between her thighs, pressing her hard against the cold bricks.
There were no preliminaries. He felt for the wet, swollen lips of her sex, fitted the hot, smooth head of his cock between them. Daniel groaned as the whole of him slid into her simple, direct, crude sex, it was so good. He moved slowly, pushing deeply, the hairy root of his cock rubbing hard against her shivering clitoris with every thrust. As he pinched her nipples and sucked hard at her shoulder to silence himself.
Monique felt herself beginning to come, she moaned. That's when she felt his mouth begin to probe hers again, to keep her quiet.
Daniel felt her tongue quivering in her mouth, as he forced himself further and further into her until she began to convulse, her hips jerking helplessly towards him.
Monique threw her head back against the wall she didn't care about the pain it caused. Her orgasm was sweeping over her filling her with glorious, shuddering pleasure that she hadn't felt in so long.
Daniel began to move faster. Every thrust was bliss; her climax seemed to go on forever. "God." He whispered unable to stop himself, "I'm coming, I'm coming." He gave a long choked moan and closed his eyes, shuddering as he gave a final convulsive heave and his own orgasm gripped him.
After they had recovered Monique started to re-dress; she heard the man do the same as he talked. "Um. My name is Daniel Jackson."
'Man this is going to be awkward,' she thought. " Monique Dawson."
All his clothes settled he looked at Monique, "We need to talk about this."
Monique felt like saying no, leave it as a one-night stand. But she felt he was a kindred sprit, somebody who understood her. Besides who knows he could be handy later on. "Sure. I'm tired so I was about to head home. If you want to organise to meet tomorrow..."
Daniel interrupted her feeling, tired himself he thought about doubling up. "How about you give me a lift home and we can talk on the way?"
Monique wanted to wait on talking maybe she might get out if this mood before going further with her thoughts. But if she told him no now she would seem and feel like a bitch. "Fine," she replied as she pulled up her underwear. Once in place though she felt that she would have been better off without them. She led the way to her car.
Daniel let her drive a bit before talking. "So why did you do it?"
"Umm... Cause I liked it," she said sarcastically.
"No why me, why now, just why? Cause I know you sure as hell weren't thinking about me."
"Like you can talk. I wasn't exactly on your mind either. I...I... Just..." Now she felt kind of stupid trying to explain it. Why couldn't she be more like males in her emotions? "Fine," she said roughly, "I just wanted to use a male like the way I feel used."
"By John Lyarman?" Daniel said softly, realising the pain saying the truth had caused her.
"Yes. But by others as well, he just trigged my anger," she said calmly, less hatefully. "I just don't want to get involved with another man at this point. They either come on too strong after a few dates promising the world and not delivering, or they become too clingy. Then there are the ones that start with no promises and just land up doing the same things. But all of them will leave you if they get a better deal. I just want a relationship with no promises, no clinginess, basically a friendship with added benefits. What about you - why did you do it?"
Daniel smiled, this could be the girl for him if she could accept what he had to offer. "Umm... I don't know, maybe it's the fact my wife is with another man. I know she can't help it, as she has no choice, but it still hurts." That was the best way he could explain it to somebody not involved in the Stargate mission.
"Oh. I see. So are you divorced or separated?"
"Separated. Not by choice, mind you."
Monique thought about it and decided to go for it, be daring. What's the worse that could happen? She could get a no. "How would you like to continue this?"
"What? Violent sex when you want," Daniel said, shocked.
Monique hazarded a glance over to him. "No. A friendship with benefits. If your wife comes back then the benefits are over and no commitments and it's not like we're having an affair."
Daniel realised there was potential for this to work. "So... No love, just a bonus friendship. Won't being a male put a damper on the friendship?"
"No. Besides I think I can deal with the occasional get together, e-mails and phone calls. No pressure on either of us to feel obligated to keep in contact. Just fulfilling our sexual fantasies. If you have an open mind and within reason for some of those fantasies."
"Sure but, I'm not always at home or at work, since I work for the Military."
"All the better."
"Just the Apartment block on the corner here. And I'll think about it."
"Fine, you can call the Anthropology department just leave your name and a contact number, or you can e-mail me. Have you e-mailed Anthony?" She received a nod. "Then it's basically the same, just M.Dawson as the prefix." With that he got out of the car. The ball was in his court so to speak. Didn't phase her either way if he said yes or no.
The End
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