Dancer.
A "Gutter Press" fan fiction
By Abydos…
Disclaimer: STARGATE SG-1 is a registered trademark of MGM/UA and SHOWTIME-Online. This fanfic is not intended to infringe on those rights and is written solely for entertainment. No copyright infringement intended. I am only borrowing these characters for a brief while and will give them back as I found them when finished. I will derive no profit from this story except the pleasure I get from letting my imagination run free within some one else’s universe…so lets get on with it shall we.
Dr. Daniel Jackson watched the slim young woman as she moved to the music. It’s raunchy beat filling his ears and helping his blood pump through his veins.
She was beautiful, lithe and had all the bearings of a trained dancer, what she was doing here in this tacky nurses out fit dancing in front of a bunch of drunken louts was beyond him. The other men in the sitting room whistled and cat called to her as she began to unbutton the top button of the flimsy white dress. Dr. Jackson rose and headed for the door as quietly as possible. Then crossed the hall to his own apartment.
From the start he knew it was a bad idea…the stag night of a man he didn’t really know. But he’d accepted the invitation because this weekend he’d nothing to do…Col. Jack O’Neill had taken Teal’c to his mountain cabin to teach him to fish. While Capt. Samantha Carter had gone visiting with Cassandra and he had spent the whole of Friday and most of to-day writing up the log of his last journey through the stargate.
He was alone and feeling it. Watching that beautiful young woman as she moved so seductively had reminded him of Shar’re and how much he truly missed his wife. He’d done his best to remain faithful to her (not counting the gaou’ld Hathor, the time he had become like a primitive or his addiction to the sarcophagus and the princess who’d aided it. He didn’t count them as he wasn’t himself or in control of his faculties. But watching that young woman move to the music made him realise how long it had been since he had touched a woman of his own free will.
Daniel walked across the room to the refrigerator and lifted out the bottle of expensive red wine he’d bought earlier and took a glass from the rack by the sink. He walked into his cluttered living room and settled himself down onto the deep sofa. Daniel poured himself a tall dark glass of wine and eased back into the sofa, his mind going back over the short period of time he’d actually had with his wife.
As Daniel downed the dregs of his glass and leaned forward to pour another glass, he wondered if he had something stronger in the cupboard with which to totally annihilate his troubles when a tentative knock came to the door. He frowned he wasn’t expecting anyone. With the others gone and all.
Daniel stood, put down his empty glass and crossed to the door.
"Hold on!" he called as the knock sounded again. Daniel opened the door and found himself looking into the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen.
"Uh-Mr. Jackson….You are Mr. Jackson right?" the woman who owned the eyes said. She sounded just a little breathless and wore the same tacky nurses dress she had when he’d seen her across the hall, though now it looked like she’d been in a hurry to put it on. Over her right shoulder she carried a large bag and in her left hand a boom box.
Daniel blinked coming out of the fog he’d been in since opening the door.
"Uh-yes…I’m Daniel Jackson!" he said.
"Oh, good, I’m Kay …Hi!" she said with a brilliant smile. She extend her right hand to him. Daniel clasped the hand and smiled back.
"Umm, Mr. Lewis or rather the soon to be Mr. Lewis suggested that I ask you if I could use your shower as the men in there are rather drunk and…um…well!" she blushed then a pretty pink colour.
As he stood in the door way staring into the young woman’s face he wondered about the prudence of his decision.
"Sure, not a problem.." he said and stepped back so that she could enter.
Kay breezed passed him into the apartment and gasped.
"Wow!" she breathed. Her bag slipped to the floor as she set down the boom box and entered the living room. Daniel turned having closed the door and felt his blood pressure rise as Kay stretched up to the top of the book shelf and mouthed the titles…the light material stretching across her bust and the top of stockings showing under the short white skirt showing.
"Are you a collector?" she asked him.
"N-cough…No..!" he said his voice catching in his throat. Kay lowered herself down and turned to him with a wide grin.
"To young to be a professor!" she said
"Archaeologist…specialising in Egyptology and ancient languages." He said.
Daniel watched her as she walked through the room and examined everything in it…her fingers tracing the edges on a scarab he had brought back form Egypt…and then along a row of books that stood on the cabinet. Her lips forming the titles, speaking the words. Such perfect lips very kissable…He caught himself and mentally reproached himself for the thoughts that accompanied that realisation.
"Umm, Showers this way..," he said and showed her to the bathroom, he handed her some fresh towels and closed the door.
Daniel went back to the living room and sat down heavily on the couch. His love starved body aching at the thought of some one so desirable so close. The vision of her in the shower, water coursing over her body popped unbidden into his minds eye. Daniel removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Consciously he chased the vision away. Pouring himself another drink he leaned back and tried not to think of her or how she made him feel. The sound of the shower not helping at all.
Daniel only got half way through the wine when the door to the bathroom opened allowing the sweet scent of perfume waft through his apartment. The woman who entered his living room was not the same woman who’d entered the bathroom.
This woman was dressed in a mid-night blue velvet dress, fitted to her curvaceous body like a second skin. She wore heels and her beautiful long hair was piled up on her head and away from her neck and shoulders. Her face was done to perfection, and the impossible had been done, her lips where even more kissable, beneath the scarlet lipstick.
Daniel stared slack jawed as she approached him, lent down and touching his chin with one slim finger kissed his lower lip, before gently pushing closed his mouth.
She was smiling at him now her beautiful eyes full of mischief…She straightened and smoothed down the slim dress, her hands moving over her waist, hips and thighs.
"Do you have a phone?" she asks him. Unable to speak or move. Daniel nods and points.
Kay walks towards the phone and picking up the receiver dials a number.
"Hello, no I didn’t realise the time…I’m not that far away..Jay no listen..Jay!" she calls into the phone. Slowly she replaces the receiver and takes in a deep breath.
"Trouble?" Daniel asks his ability to move having been restored.
"No, I’m surprised he waited this long!" she says and turns her smile bright.
"I guess I’d better be going then." She says and walks towards him. Mischief bright in her eyes again.
Kay smiles up at him as her left hand rests lightly on his shoulder and her right hand moves up behind his head. She gently pulls him down towards her and he allows her to, his eyes close as their lips meet..and to his joy he discovers that those lips are indeed very much the kissable kind.
Daniel pulls back, the sensation is too much for him, too enjoyable…Kay looks at him puzzled, as he walks away removing his glasses and rubbing his eyes.
Daniel stands rubbing his temples. His mind is in turmoil. Part of him wants this, wants the release it will afford and to feel like he isn’t alone for just one night, and then there’s the other part of him that wants to buy her cab fare, send her home and remain a nice guy.
"Why did you do that?" he asks his back still to her.
"Would you rather I didn’t?" she asks in response.
Daniel turns to look at her…she is beautiful, she is here.
"No..I mean yes.. I mean…" words fail him as he struggles with the turmoil she has caused within him. Kay walks to him, and takes his hands. She smiles at him and guides him to his chair. She pushes him down into it and then walks to her boom box, she places it on the coffee table between them and presses a button.
The music fills the room pulsating as she begins to move in rhythm to it. She licks her lips and her hands move down along her body, across her abdomen and down her legs. She sways, sinking low and rising slowly, her eyes never leaving him as she moves.
Daniel watches in disbelief, his mouth drying as she reaches behind her and unzips the dress with practised ease. Her body keeps time with the music and he swallows dryly as she turns her back to him and crossing her arms she pushes down the thin straps, she wriggles and the dress slips from her body.
Daniel feels a deep sense of need within him as he watches her step out of the dress and approach him, one long stockinged leg, lifts and rests beside him. She takes his hand in hers and places it on the clasp, nervously he flicks one open and then across to the other, In order to do the third and last one he leans forward, his face on level with her chest as she licks her lips. Then, very slowly he with her guidance rolls the stocking of her leg. Then she begins the same procedure with her other leg.
Daniel watches her as she moves now, a thing of beauty and perfection. Kay extends a hand to him and hesitantly he takes it. Kay presses her almost naked body against him. She takes his hands and places them on her buttocks, her hands on his hips as she moves in time with the music, their bodies moving against each other in synch. She can feel his desire rising within him and pulls back, he licks his lips his eyes full desire as he gazes down at her.
"Take off your shirt Daniel…" she breathes.
He begins to unbutton his shirt one button at a time…she grins at him and Daniel finds that he is beginning to enjoy this dance. Kay moves behind him, moving against him she stands behind him, and removes his glasses, placing them out of harms way. Her hands then snake around his waist, they move up, caressing him as she moves against him.
Daniel feels her hands as they move feather light up his chest and across his shoulders, beneath the shirt which she slips from his back, her lips on the back of his neck warm and electrifying as he moans. Her hands are on his body again on his back and sweeping around to his nipples she plays with them as her tongue darts around his neck and ears… Then very slowly, achingly slow, they move down his abdomen to the top of his jeans…
Daniel feels as if he is about to burst, as she teases him beyond even what he thought he was capable of withstanding. She moves her hands away and Daniel wants to turn but Kay holds him where he is…He bends his head back and kisses her.
Kay gives in and allows him to turn, Daniel catches her in his strong arms and presses his mouth down against hers his tongue searching passed her parted lips. Daniel feels her gasp as his hands search her body, unclasping her bra and easing it from her before bending his head and hungrily taking a ripe nub in his mouth teased her with his tongue. Before removing his jeans and her last piece of clothing.
Daniel’s passion over comes him as they come together, bodies sweating, frustrations ebbing..Daniel holds Kay tightly to him as she trembles with the need in him.
Daniel woke early the next morning…he lay alone in the shambles of the nights activities. It seemed that once more he was alone. Rising naked from the wrecked bed he padded into the bathroom, her scent unmistakable in the air…a slow smile spread across his face as he glanced at himself in the mirror. His hair stood up all over the place and there was a red lovebite on his collar bone…It would have to be a polo neck to work.. he thought. Daniel turned and walked to the shower behind him and turned the taps on..it wouldn’t be the same Showering on his own after last night.
Once showered he cleaned his teeth and moved back into the bedroom. Daniel dressed quickly and tidied the dishevelled room. Next was his glasses for the life of him he couldn’t remember where he’d left them.
It didn’t take long for Daniel to find them, they lay on the coffee table next to a note.
Putting them on he opened the note..
Wow
Daniel smiled as he turned it over…
Ships in the night..take care
Kay
He folds the note and places it inside his recent journal, still open on the table and whistles as he heads for the kitchen. He’s ravenous.
The End
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