. . . and dance like no one is watching
a "Gutter Press" fan fiction
by Nephthys
Disclaimer: STARGATE is a registered trademark of MGM/UA and SHOWTIME-Online. This fanfic is not intended as an infringement to those rights and is written solely for entertainment. No copyright infringement intended. I'm only borrowing the characters and will give them back when I'm done writing. I derive no profit from this story other than the satisfaction of letting my imagination roam around in someone else's universe.
One more thing - this story was started quite some time ago, and pretty much in isolation of a lot of the Stargate episodes. Some climactic events have been incoporated, such as Sha're's death and Daniel's pretty abysmal luck with women, and the precipitating event of Sam's promotion, but in many respects this should be seen as a bit of an AU fic. It is also a crossover fic, but if won't matter if you don't recognise the other fandom. It was a challenge to myself. Hopefully you'll enjoy it! So, on to the story…
Author's note: For those who like trivia, the title comes from one of my favourite quotes: “ Work like you don’t need the money, love like you’ve never been hurt, and dance like no one is watching.” (Satchel Paige)
Daniel smiled as Jack replaced Sam's Captain's insignia with the new ones that proclaimed her rank as Major Carter, and applauded with the rest of the SGC personnel gathered for the ceremony that Friday afternoon to mark Sam's promotion.
Once the official part of the ceremony was over, and people drifted back to their duties, Daniel found himself standing with Sam, looking pleased, but a little stunned, Jack, wearing an almost paternally proud expression and Teal'C, impassive as always.
"Congratulations, Sam," he said with a smile.
"Indeed, congratulations, Major Carter," Teal'C offered.
"Alright Carter, this was the formal congratulations. Boring as hell, but ya gotta go through it. But I think that taking you out to dinner tonight would be a good way for the team to celebrate your promotion. You can go any place you want . . ."
"So long as it's O'Malleys, sir?" Sam asked with a grin.
"And what's wrong with O'Malleys, Carter?" Jack demanded.
"Ah, Jack, there was that small matter of the brawl we started? You know, when we were wearing the Tok'Ra armbands?" Daniel reminded Jack.
"Don't worry about that, everything's been smoothed over," Jack reassured them.
Daniel and Sam exchanged looks, wondering just how the almost completely undiplomatic Jack O'Neill had managed that.
"O'Malleys it is, sir," Sam said.
After their steak dinners, which were excellent as always, SG-1 relaxed at their table and enjoyed the Friday night ambiance of O'Malleys. It was a favoured hang out for most of the air force personnel at Cheyenne Mountain, and there were tables of familiar faces dotted throughout the bar.
The door of the bar opened, and four tall women, laughing happily, came into the bar. They weren't locals, judging from the way almost every male head swiveled to look at them. They seemed oblivious to the attention they garnered, moving together to a bar table - two blondes, a raven haired beauty and a brunette.
At their table, SG-1 looked up at the sound of laughter. "Sounds like another party in the making," Sam remarked.
"Indeed, Major Carter, they do appear to be celebrating," Teal'C rumbled.
Jack and Daniel looked at one another. Blue eyes met dark brown ones, and they grinned. "Celebrating seems to be the order of the day," Jack remarked mildly. "What say we buy our new Major here another beer?"
"That's a hell of an idea, Jack," Daniel responded, and called over a waiter, who removed some of the empty bottles before bringing a fresh round.
SG-1 sipped their beers, while Jack tried, again, to convince Teal'C that a fishing holiday in Minnesota was just what the doctor ordered, and Daniel and Sam discussed the latest research papers they had read across the table. Daniel could hear the laughter of the women who had come in earlier, such happy, vivacious sounds. A quick look around the room showed that many men found the sound attractive, as many heads were turned towards their table.
The jukebox in the corner started playing Bootylicious, and conversation in the bar seemed to stop. Daniel turned around to see why, and watched as the four women strutted proudly together to the dance floor in time with the music, and slowly swayed as the music built. They danced with one another, quite obviously not inviting dance partners, but dancing for their own amusement.
They returned to their table after the song finished, seemingly unconcerned about the attention they had drawn, and resumed their conversation. Gradually, so did everyone else.
"Wow," said Sam.
"Wow indeed," said Jack, turning back to the rest of SG-1 with a shake of his head. "I had no idea they provided a floorshow here. At least, not one like that. I thought bar brawls were more their speed." He sipped his beer with a grin.
"Those women are undoubtedly attractive, but so is Major Carter," Teal'C offered, much to Sam's surprise.
Daniel grinned at Sam's expression. She was at least as attractive as the four women who had grabbed male attention moments earlier. "Absolutely right, Teal'C, and more importantly, this is her celebration. I think a toast is in order," he looked at Jack and Teal'C rising to his feet with his beer in hand, waiting for them to follow.
"To Major Carter," Daniel offered, and Jack and Teal'C nodded, echoing his toast loudly.
The air force personnel from the Mountain who were in attendance applauded the toast, and Daniel grinned, noticing Sam's blush as he sat down, turning to summon a waiter for another round of drinks.
As he did, for a moment he caught the eye of the brunette in the quartet of women. While the other women were model pretty, she was more understated. A bit like Sam, in that her atttractiveness came from the lively intelligent expression on her face rather than just from her bone structure.
But his attention was diverted by the buzzing of his pager, and he excused himself from the rest of SG-1 to head for the payphones in the back of the bar to return the call, which came from the Mountain. As he walked toward the phones, he couldn't help but look over at the table where the brunette sat, with one of the blondes. Her hazel eyes caught his for a moment and he almost shivered. The lively intelligence and humour in that gaze were a lethal combination. But then her blonde friend caught her hand and they moved to join the crowd on the dance floor.
Daniel called the Mountain, and answered the questions that needed his attention, sighing to himself at their reliance on him. He made his back to the table with the rest of the team, and raised, not for the first time, the issue of the growing need for more linguists at the SGC. Jack was sympathetic and assured Daniel that he was working on it.
Jack knew that Daniel was frustrated with the growing reliance on his abilities, but that was only the tip of the iceberg of Daniel's frustrations. He was lonely, and feeling isolated. He had no personal life to speak of. He had lost his wife - twice for god's sake. Once to Apophis, and then he had lost her for good in death. Skaara's rescue and release from the the Goa'uld Klorel had only underscored the loss of Sha're. And then there had been the realisation that the woman he had felt so strongly was actually Linea, destroyer of worlds. And let's not forget the return of Sarah, only to lose her to a Goa'uld as well. Daniel was beginning to think that he would never have a fulfilling relationship with anyone ever again.
Sam sipped her beer, watching as Daniel spoke with Jack. She, probably more than anyone else in SG-1, understood how deeply Daniel's frustrations lay, for she felt them herself. At least she hadn't had to deal with the losses that Daniel had suffered though. She looked around the room, and spotted something that made her smile to herself. She was pretty certain that the quartet of women who had made such an impact earlier were checking Daniel out. Certainly the brunette was doing a good job of looking this way without looking like she was looking this way. Sam could only hope that maybe Daniel would break out of himself and take one of them home, if only to enjoy himself with no strings attached for the night.
But then all four women got to their feet, and led by the brunette, made a toast to "Our boys!" Sam sighed inwardly. If they had men they were toasting, then Daniel was unlikely to get lucky. Which really was a shame, as Sam thought that it might just have given him something to smile about.
Not long later, Daniel cursed as his pager beeped again, moving back to the payphones. This time, with another beer under his belt, he hadn't been quite so polite. In fact, he had told the lab that he was off duty for the evening, and would they kindly leave him the hell alone! The startled silence on the other end of the phoneline suggested that they may just do exactly that.
As he moved back to his table, a driving bass note began, and Nine Inch Nails began the wail of desolation that was "Closer". Daniel knew exactly how they felt. But then he noticed the crowd staring at the dancefloor. He took a couple of steps and could see what they were looking at. The raven haired woman from the quartet was dancing with an airman from the Mountain. Well, actually, "dancing" wasn't really correct. Daniel thought it was probably more true to say that they were having a form of sex that didn't involve nudity or the penetration that was so graphically described by the lyrics.
He had never seen anything quite like, and neither had the airman, he thought, who had a look on his face like he had died and gone to heaven. He wasn't really paying attention to anything but what he was seeing on the dancefloor, until a woman stepped back out of the way of a passing waitress and bumped into him. He reached out to steady her as she turned around, and found himself face to face with the pretty brunette.
"Oh, excuse me!" she exclaimed, as he placed a hand under her elbow, steadying her. He didn't let go until she stepped back.
"No problem. If I hadn't been so . . . distracted . . . by your friend on the dancefloor, it wouldn't have happened," Daniel smiled at her.
She chuckled. "Victoria just loves that song, brings out the worst - or best - in her, depending on how you look at it."
When she laughed, she was extraordinary, Daniel thought. Her whole face lit up, and she transcended her physical attractiveness and became spellbindingly beautiful. "And what brings out the best in you?" he found himself asking, realising to his surprise that he was flirting with her. And that he was enjoying it.
She smiled at him. "Well, it's cued up on the jukebox. When you think you've worked out which one it is, you come see me and tell me what you thought, okay?" She ran a finger down his chest and turned to head back to her table.
Daniel blinked in surprise. She had flirted right back! And he had enjoyed the hell out of that. He almost wanted to bless the research lab. If he hadn't been answering their stupid page, he may never have been given the opportunity to meet the pretty brunette, who looked like an angel when she laughed. He headed back to his table, wondering just what song was going to provoke a reaction from her.
He listened with half an ear to the conversation at the table, keeping his eye on the table of women. Jack went to say something at one point, but Sam kicked him under the table, hard. Hard enough for him to give her a look that would have crushed an ordinary air force officer. But Sam was made of sterner stuff than that.
The jukebox started playing Nickelback, with Chad Kroger growling about how he liked her pants around her knees and the brunette was heading to the dancefloor. Daniel was puzzled, she had brushed past a Lieutenant who had obviously been intending to ask her to dance. Once on the dancefloor, she closed her eyes and began to dance to the driving beat, her hips moving in a swaying bump and grind, her arms coming up over her head, swaying. She was loose and relaxed and her movements became more erotic, a cross between a slow belly dance and something older and even more seductive.
As the song wound to its crescendo, she sank to her knees on the dancefloor, her upper body still moving in its slow rhythm, her arms remaining in the air as she slowly bent back until her shoulders rested on the floor, her hands tracing sinuous patterns in the air above her face. Chad's final gutteral growl near the end of the song seemed to send her body limp, her arms falling over her head to the floor, only to have her body arch upright as the song's final chords sounded.
The bar erupted in catcalls and applause as she rose to her feet, but she just smiled to herself as she returned to the table, high fiving the three other women. She perched back on her stool, hooking her heel through the rail, sipping a glass of water, as the others dispersed, and Daniel stood from his table and moved through the bar towards her, leaning in to speak directly into her ear from behind her.
"That was primal. And I think that if that's your best, your worst must be sensational."
She smiled, sipping her water, as he moved around to sit on an empty stool, looking at her. He had no idea what he was going to say next, conscious only of a burning ache for her. His eyes locked with hers.
"Yes," she whispered in answer to a question he hadn't actually asked, but he nodded anyway. Some part of his mind was surprised, but he figured that it was about time he did something foolhardy and spontaneous.
"Where?" he asked.
"My hotel, just up the street." She named it and he nodded.
"I know it. Shall I meet you there?"
It was her turn to nod, and as Daniel stood, he touched her shoulder briefly and they both shivered at the electricity in that contact. "Fifteen minutes?" she asked, and he laughed softly.
"If it takes you longer than five minutes, I'll be surprised. But I'll wait."
He moved back to his table and lifted his jacket from the back of his chair, pulling it on. Jack and Teal'C were at another table, discussing something with a group of airmen. Sam looked up at him, having seen him approach the brunette. She had no intention of saying a word about what he was obviously going to do.
"Ah, Sam . . ." he began and she shook her head.
"No explanation needed, Daniel," she said as he pulled out his wallet and left cash for Jack to cover his share of the tab and then added another note to pay for the next round of drinks. "Thank you for dinner. I'll see you on Monday, okay?"
He nodded at her, gave her a broad smile and headed for his car.
When he got to the hotel, he took a seat in the lobby and checked his watch. He would wait the fifteen minutes he had promised, longer if she needed. He knew she would be there - the electricity when they had touched told him so. When she stepped into the hotel lobby after only ten minutes, he smiled, standing as soon as he saw her, and letting her walk to him.
She smiled at him, a sunny grin that lit her whole face, and she chuckled softly as she stood in front of him, looking up into his eyes.
"Something amusing?" he asked mildly, his eyes holding a glint of humour.
"Just that I'm glad I didn't have to have you paged, because I seem to have forgotten to ask your name!" she laughed softly, and her face was transformed again. Daniel wanted to make her laugh forever.
"Daniel," he said simply, and she held up her hand, her fingers touching his lips gently, staying anything further. He liked that.
"I'm Vivvie, and I'm very pleased to meet you, Daniel. Did you want to sit in the bar and make polite conversation over a drink?"
He smiled at her, taking her hand away from his lips and pressing a warm kiss onto her palm. "No, I think that the evening has progressed past that point, don't you?"
She nodded and smiled. "Then let's go up to my room." She closed her fingers around his and led him there, opening the door and stepping aside for him to enter, then tossed her purse and cardkey onto the desk as she closed the door behind them. They stood looking at one another in the dimly lit room.
"The way you danced," Daniel spoke in a low voice. "It was beautiful, mostly because it wasn't for anyone but you. You danced like . . ."
"Like no one was watching. It's the only way to dance," Vivvie responded.
"I was watching . . . and I've never wanted anyone as much as I wanted you at that moment. With the possible exception of how much I want you right now," he said, taking a step towards her.
She closed the distance between them herself, her arms going up around his neck to pull his lips to hers for a slow, deep kiss. Daniel's arms slid around her waist, resting gently on the small of her back, holding her close to him as they kissed, his tongue slowly exploring her lips, softly tracing inside them. When their lips parted, she exhaled softly, her eyes dark in the low light as they met his.
Her hands came up to slowly unbutton his shirt, spreading it open as she went, leaning in to place a line of soft warm kisses on his skin. His hands were gentle as they stroked her hair and then cupped her face, bringing it back to his to kiss her again, deeply. Daniel's head swam a little at the wash of desire he felt, feeling her lips parting under his, his tongue sliding into her mouth, tasting her deeply as her hands worked to pull his shirt loose and push it back off his shoulders.
She ran her hands over his chest, as his hands came up to the buttons on her silky tunic top, pushing it back off her shoulders much as his shirt was, his hands gentle on her full breasts in their lacy bra, kissing her with more passion.
Vivvie took her hands from Daniel only long enough to let her top slither off her arms in a whisper, her hands moving to his belt buckle as she pressed her breasts to his hands with a little whimper of need into his kiss. She undid his belt and quickly her fingers worked to open his pants, sliding her fingers inside the waistband to stroke over his warm skin. He moaned softly as he broke their kiss, looking at her, his desire blazing in his eyes.
Daniel watched as she stepped back from him, her hands quickly unzipping her pants, stepping out of them as she kicked off her shoes, sliding to her knees in front of him, her hands moving to his shoes, urging him to lift his feet one at a time as she took them off for him. She rose to her feet gracefully, moving to the bed and pulling down the covers, before turning to him with a smile.
"Please Daniel - I want you."
He pushed off his pants, pausing only to grab something out of his pocket before sweeping her into his arms, kissing her hungrily as he bore her back onto the bed. Vivvie met his kisses with her own, equally passionate and wanting, as her hands roamed over his body. For long moments, they did nothing but kiss, deep, searching kisses that struggled to give expression to the hunger in both of them.
Then Daniel's hands moved to her bra, unfastening it, sliding it forward off her shoulders, his lips leaving hers and swooping down to kiss her breasts as they were bared, moving quickly to suckle at a nipple hardened almost to the point of pain. Vivvie growled in pleasure, arching her back, pushing her breast to his mouth, her hands roving over his back, the feel of his skin under her palms smooth and warm.
He heard her whimper softly as his lips left her breast, until they closed over its twin, resuming the hungry suckling, feeling her body writhing under his, his erection pressing against the softness of her thigh. His hands slid down her body to her panties, pushing them down over her hips, feeling her own hands moving to push down his shorts, lifting his hips to allow her to undress him fully.
Pressed together, her naked flesh felt glorious against his, igniting flares of desire all over him, wherever they touched. Daniel's lips moved back to claim hers as his hands caressed and stroked her body, sliding over one hip and dipping down to explore between her thighs. She gasped, her hips jerking in response as his fingertips skated over her slick and swollen clit, and he growled in response at her obvious arousal.
Daniel reached out for the condoms he had taken from his pocket, pressing one into her hand, his voice low in her ear. "Put it on me, please Vivvie."
He lay back from her a little, and it was his turn to gasp as she stroked her fingers gently over him, her fingernails lightly scratching over his testicles before quickly rolling the condom down over his hard shaft. He looked at her, and rolled back, moving between her thighs, guiding himself into her wet, ready entrance.
She arched her back with a moan as he slid inside her, pulling one knee up, hooking her foot behind his hip, opening herself more to him, thrusting her hips up to his as her arms draped around his neck, fingertips lightly caressing his skin. He bent his head to capture her lips in a slow deep kiss, his eyes locked with hers, whispering softly as their lips parted, "Mmmm, Vivvie, you feel so damn good." He was almost fully inside her, and punctuated his words with an upward thrust, bringing their hips together and she cried out softly with pleasure.
There were no words, as both of them surrendered to the simple pleasure of their bodies moving together, at first slowly and then with increasing speed as their passion spiralled upwards together. Vivvie was soon gasping with excitement, her nails digging into Daniel’s shoulders as she moaned.
Daniel leaned close to her ear, whispering, “Let go Vivvie, let go and let me feel it.”
He was overjoyed to feel her response, loving nothing more than knowing he could cause such pleasure in her. He felt her body tense under his and she cried out, her body arching up and shuddering, her inner walls spasming around his shaft.
He slowed his strokes, groaning softly in her ear at the sensation of her body pulsing around him, his hands stroking her back and sides, calming her gently. As her breathing slowed, he kissed her deeply and began to thrust harder inside her, hoping to rekindle her desire.
This had none of the languor of their earlier movements, but instead was hot, hard and passionate. She matched him thrust for thrust, thrilling Daniel to know that her body was as hungry for his as his was for hers as their bodies moved together. His hand moved to her breast, rolling her nipple gently between his thumb and forefinger as he nuzzled at her neck, kissing the soft skin heatedly.
Vivvie moaned, “Ohhh yes, just like that Daniel, so good, I’m so close, please please don’t stop!”
Daniel growled softly in her ear, “Mmm, no, Vivvie, I won’t stop, need you so much, so perfect.” He slid his hand down to her thigh, holding her closer to him as his thrusts grew harder and deeper.
They were soon beyond the ability to speak, the only sounds their heavy breathing and the slapping of skin on skin as their hips met, almost violently, faster and faster. And then Daniel moaned, a low deep sound of pleasure, the perfect counterpoint to Vivvie’s breathy cry of passion, their bodies exploding together.
Daniel continued to stroke inside her trembling body, riding out the final spasms of his orgasm, before burying his face in her hair, holding her gently to him. Vivvie stroked his broad back with shaking hands, both gradually calming from the peak of passion that had overwhelmed them. He rolled to his side, bringing her with him, cradling her body against him. They lay quietly for a moment, and then Vivvie broke the silence.
“Thank you Daniel – that was incredible.”
“What can I say? I was inspired by that dance,” he replied, chuckling lazily.
He excused himself and went into the bathroom, and Vivvie leaned over and turned on one of the bedside lamps, allowing a pool of soft light to spread over the bed. Daniel returned, handing her a glass of water and kissing her softly as he stretched back out on the bed at her side. She sipped the water with a smile, putting it on the bedside table before settling back against the pillows. Daniel pulled her close to him in a gentle hug.
They lay together, kissing softly, caressing one another as they relaxed. Her body was lush and curvy, but with toned muscles under her soft skin. He wondered idly what exactly had brought her and her companions to Colorado Springs. In the soft light, he saw a scar on her shoulder, and others on her abdomen.
Daniel traced his fingers over the one on her shoulder and he spoke softly. “This was recent, Vivvie, it’s still a little pink. And there’s another here,” his hand moved down to her belly, skating lightly over the scars there. “Were you in an accident?”
She tensed a little. He moved his fingers away from the scar, wrapping his arms around her in a hug, whispering, “That’s obviously a bad memory, I’m sorry I brought it up.”
Vivvie returned his hug, and answered his question in a low voice. “I was attacked, summer last year. It was . . . pretty bad, and I needed surgery to repair the damage.”
He didn’t respond except to hug her closer, nuzzling at her neck, sorry for having brought up a painful memory. She stroked her fingers through his hair, making him sigh with pleasure at her gentle touch, loving the feel of her soft body against his.
Daniel kissed down her neck, breathing in her scent, loving the softness of her skin under his lips. His hands continued their caresses, moving over her gently, coming up to cup her breasts as his lips covered her shoulder with kisses and soft nips. Vivvie arched her back under him as he covered her breast with kisses and then wrapped his lips around her hard nipple, suckling gently.
Vivvie’s fingers twined into his hair, clutching restlessly at his head as he suckled at one breast and then the other, his hand moving between her thighs, gently stroking over her lips until her legs parted and she nudged her hips up to his fingers, moaning with need.
He moved slowly to cover her body with his, Vivvie moaning a little in protest as his lips moved from her breasts then quieting as he kissed his way down over her belly, his fingers still stroking gently over the swollen pearl of her clitoris, to be joined a moment later by his warm tongue. She arched in delight, her hands clutching at the sheets as his fingers slid inside her while his tongue bathed her clit in slow, sweet sweeps.
Daniel moaned softly at the first taste of her, the special woman scent of her. He loved making love to women this way, knowing that this was guaranteed to bring her the most pleasure. And there was nothing better than bringing her slowly to orgasm after orgasm, hearing her sounds, feeling the muscles in her belly tense as her excitement built and then feeling her shudder as she climaxed, letting her calm and then beginning again.
He lay between Vivvie's thighs, his fingers and tongue working in concert, his other hand gentle on her belly, drinking in the sounds she made - the breathy little whispers, the soft moans, the whimpers that accompanied the arching of her back. He loved the feeling of her body when she let go and abandoned herself to her orgasm, the tremors and shudders, the strong pulsations around his fingers. He learned her body, found her g-spot and discovered how she reacted to its stimulation, a thousand other little things about her that allowed him to pleasure her the way she loved best.
The last thing he needed to know he could not learn, but could only judge when the time came, and that was when to stop. The cries that Vivvie made changed at last, and he knew that she had reached the height of her passion. She was gasping breathlessly on the bed, her body trembling all over, and he gently removed his fingers from her, licking them, tasting her. He lay a gentle kiss on the scar on her belly before moving up the bed to lie beside her, gathering her carefully into his arms and kissing her softly.
Daniel knew she could taste herself on his lips and he heard a tiny mew from her, a sound that meant nothing and everything. He smiled into her eyes and tucked her head against his shoulder, his warm hands gently soothing her.
She lay in his arms, nestled against his body, still quivering and speechless. At length, she moved back to look up at him, hazel eyes still wide. She opened her mouth to speak, and then seemed to think better of it, leaning up to kiss him slowly, deeply. As she broke the kiss, he smiled at her.
“You’re welcome.”
She chuckled. “And how did you know that was a thank you?”
Now it was Daniel's turn to laugh. “I’m a linguist by trade, among other things. I’m fluent in tongues, so to speak.”
She looked at him and burst into delighted laughter. “Indeed, a very cunning linguist!”
Daniel looked at her in surprise and then laughed heartily, hugging her close. “Damn, it’s been a while since I heard that one, Vivvie. Thanks!” he smiled, one hand brushing away tears of laughter.
She arched a brow at him. “Then either you’re not dating the right women, or the ones you are dating aren’t getting the full treatment. Because there is no way a woman who’s experienced that would not comment favourably about your talented tongue!”
The comment drew him back from this magical interlude, and he thought of his disastrous private life. It wasn't something he wanted to face, not now, and he he pulled her close to him again. “That’s a long story,"he demurred.
“I’m sorry Daniel.”
He liked her even more for her apology, and nodded. She hugged him tight, and he felt her hands stroking across his back gently.
They lay together, arms and legs comfortably entwined, and Daniel spoke softly. “Vivvie, I’d like to stay. May I?”
She nodded. “Please.” It was all that needed to be said. The simple feeling of closeness with another human being was comforting to him. He smiled as she reached down and pulled the covers up over them, and then he turned the bedside light off and gathered her back into his arms. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, as she kissed his shoulder. Within moments, they were both asleep.
Chapter 6
Daniel woke up, momentarily confused by the feel of someone beside him, before remembering exactly where he was and who the someone was.
During the night, Vivvie had turned away from Daniel, curling up on her side. He had spooned in behind her, curling an arm around her waist loosely. It felt nice.
He had spent far too many nights sleeping alone in the ridiculously big bed in his apartment, or in his narrow bunk in the SGC. He had forgotten how nice it was to wake up cuddled against the warmth of another person. He lay quietly, his nostrils filled with the fragrance of Vivvie's hair and the warm scent of her skin. She nestled back against him, and he wasn't sure if she was still asleep. But the wriggle that followed was certainly the movement of a wakeful woman, and he spoke softly into her ear.
“You keep wriggling like that, and I cannot promise to keep up this gentlemanly façade, Vivvie,” he said.
She did not turn, but laughed softly. “Daniel, you were nothing but gentlemanly last night. So why is it a façade this morning?”
He nuzzled her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck, smiling to himself as he felt her shiver. “Because there’s something about waking up with a beautiful naked woman in my arms that makes me want to behave in a very primal fashion.” He nudged his hips against her ass, his arousal very evident.
“Ohhh,” she breathed softly. “Well, there is something to be said for primal, after all.” She wriggled again, rubbing herself against his hardness with a soft moan.
He growled softly in her ear, kissing behind it. “And then there’s that moaning. I’m definitely beginning to feel primal urges.”
“Strong ones?” she whispered, grinding her ass back against him.
Daniel nipped her earlobe before sucking it gently, his hand moving up to cup her breast, teasing the nipple into hardness. “Very.”
Vivvie moaned again, and Daniel growled, pulling her against him. Her whispered “Yes” was all he needed. He pushed her over onto her belly gently, and she pulled her knees up, spreading them wide and lifting her hips, opening herself to him. He groaned at the open invitation, grabbing a condom and rolling it on before taking his hard shaft in hand, rubbing it slowly through her wet folds, his other hand gentle on the curve of her hip.
She whimpered softly, pushing back at him, and he responded, sliding into her in one smooth motion, seating himself deep inside her. His hands moved to her hips, holding them, pulling her back to meet his long slow thrusts inside her as she trembled with need. She reached back, her hand stroking his thigh gently, rocking her hips against his thrusts, setting up a delicious friction between them.
Their bodies moved to the same rhythm, a graceful, silent dance to the music of their breathing. Her hand caressed his thigh, his hands held her hips lovingly, fingertips brushing over her skin delicately, those caresses counterpoints to the erotic feel of her body enveloping him, his thrusts into her languid at first and then with increasing fervour as their passion built.
He lost himself inside her, hearing her moans, feeling her pushing back against his thrusts, the feel of her body overwhelming his senses, and he began to murmur encouragement to her, one hand sliding over the smooth skin of her back. She began to keen, her body trembling, and he started thrusting harder into her, her excitement feeding his, groaning with passion.
Vivvie cried out in pleasure, her body tensed and then shuddered as her orgasm burst through her, ripping a howl from her throat.
Daniel's response was to grip her hips harder and thrust deep within her, crying out, "Ohh Vivvie, you wondrous, beautiful woman!" as his own climax followed hers. He thrust into her slowly a few more times, his hands gentle again on her hips, before leaning forward and wrapping his arms around her waist, gently lowering them both to the bed, rolling on his side with her cradled against him. They lay together as their breathing returned to normal, Daniel nuzzling Vivvie's neck gently, her stroking his forearms as they wrapped around her.
She broke the silence. "Daniel, not that it really matters, but what language was that?"
He wondered what she was talking about, and then recalled what he had cried out moments earlier. The sentiments about Vivvie were genuine, but in the haze of passion he had reverted to the language of his first love, his Sha're. He nuzzled her before responding. "An Egyptian dialect. It was my wife's language."
She nodded and brought one of his hands up to her lips, kissing it gently. Once again, she showed him the depth of her heart. He had spoken to her in the language of another woman, and she had seen only the pain that it signified. He held her closer with the other arm. They lay quietly, caressing one another gently, enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking.
Daniel felt at peace, and wanted nothing more than to stay there holding her in his arms forever. But he knew it was impossible. This beautiful woman, who felt like heaven and looked like an angel when she laughed, was a transient in his life. Tomorrow morning, he would wake up alone again. But not so lonely as he had felt before.
She had given him back something precious - the knowledge that there were out there women who were normal human beings. Who weren't mass murdering sociopaths with amnesia. Or about to be inhabited by Goa'uld. Just nice normal women who flirted and teased and felt wonderful when you held them in your arms. But still, leaving her would be hard. He sighed.
"I should leave, Vivvie. It won't be any easier if I stay any longer. In fact, it's likely to be even harder to do," he said, kissing her neck one more time and moving away from her.
Vivvie lay on the bed as he walked into the bathroom. The phone rang by the bed as he came back out, and Daniel looked at her as she let it ring.
"You aren't going to answer that?"
"Nope," Vivvie smiled. The phone stopped after the third ring. He looked at her, reaching for his pants and stopping as it rang again. He raised his eyebrows as she lay there until the fifth ring and picked up the receiver. She spoke straight away. "I'm fine." She paused to listen, smiling. "Not at the moment, I'll call you later?" She listened again and chuckled. "Majorly! Talk to you in a bit." She hung up the phone.
Daniel looked at her quizically. "Coded phone messages? Are you a spy, perhaps?" he chuckled.
Vivvie smiled. "I'm someone who practices safe sex. That was my morning after call."
He nodded, understanding suddenly, remembering the scars on her shoulder and belly from her attack, realising that she was someone who had been grievously wounded spiritually as well as physically. He was glad her friends were there to support her. He pulled on his shorts and pants, doing them up and sitting on the bed beside her, his smile gentle. She looked up at him.
"Thank you," he said.
She smiled. "That was going to be my line, but you're welcome."
Daniel smiled at her. "You're welcome too. Will you be alright?" He wasn't just talking about the aftermath of a one night stand, and her smile told him that she understood the deeper question.
"I'll be better than alright. How about you?" Her eyes asked him the same question.
Daniel caressed her cheek with his hand, smiling. "I think that I'm going to be better than I was, and that's more than I ever expected." He leaned down to kiss her softly, then reached for his shirt, pulling it on and buttoning it up.
She lay quietly, watching him. He picked up his jacket, shrugging into it, and looked at her. Their eyes locked for a long moment. Then he smiled. She returned it, and he nodded.
"No goodbyes - be well, Vivvie."
Vivvie nodded. "And you, Daniel."
He smiled again and walked out of the room.
Daniel stood in the hotel car park beside his car, his face up to the sun, smiling. His heart was lighter than it had been in months. He fished his keys out of his jacket pocket, his fingers brushing his cellphone. He was struck by inspiration, and pulled the phone out, dialling a number from memory. He leaned on his car as he listened as the number he was calling rang and was answered.
"Sam? It's me. Did I wake you?"
"No, Daniel, I was already awake. Is something wrong?" Sam sat upright in her bed, where she had been quietly lazing and thinking.
Daniel smiled broadly. "Absolutely nothing wrong. It's a beautiful morning and I'd like to take you out to breakfast. What do you say?"
Sam smiled and shook her head. "Someone's very chipper this morning!"
Daniel laughed. "Someone is also hungry! You on for breakfast or not?"
"Yes, I'm on for breakfast, but you'll have to give me time to grab a shower and get dressed."
"Suits me, Sam, I'm heading home to do the same. I'll pick you up in an hour?"
"Yes Daniel, that would be great. See you then."
Daniel put his cellphone back in his jacket pocket and got behind the wheel of his car, turning out of the hotel parking lot and heading for his apartment. It was a beautiful day, and his life was waiting. And he was more cheerful about facing it than he had been before.
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