I am sitting at home thinking of him. Which isn't really unusual. I almost drove off the road on the way home from work tonight because I was lost in the curve of his cheek, the gentle shape of it around those cheekbones. The way it dips down towards that incredible mouth. Oh, gods! That mouth! Sweet, sweet lips of pure heaven, ripe and red, barely ever dry - probably because he's always licking at them with that... that tongue of his. <Deep inhale of breath> Oh yeah, that tongue <Languid exhale and a grin that just lit up the room>.

Daniel Jackson. Doctor Daniel Jackson. How can anyone live their day to day life without once taking the time to stop and think about what that man looks like when he orgasms? Lucky for me, I actually know! He's gorgeous! He's the most gorgeous fucking thing in the world. And he's all * MINE *.

Now, I am a possessive thing by nature, I simply cannot help that trait embedded deep within me. My father was, his father was and so on and so forth. It's an O'Neill family tradition, passed on from father to s... No, I wont go there. Not tonight! Tonight I'm going to sit here, snug in my worn sweat pants (that he just loves, by the way) and think of him. I'm wearing two pairs of thick socks, because he's not going to be in bed next to me tonight - he's got a late meeting at the Base and it's closer for him to go straight home to his place. I understand, even though I don't like it. Would you? No, I didn't think so. So I'll be extra cold in bed tonight without him draped around me. Right now I'm stretched out, my feet extended to the coffee table, where they can soak up the warmth of the fire, and I have a cup of hot Nescafe sitting on my stomach. No point in putting on a pot when it's just me here. I'd do it for him, because he deserves the best. I never want him to have to compromise. Never want him to look at me with disappointment in his blue babies because I've let the standard down. Oh, for crying out loud, why did I think about his eyes?

They are, without doubt, the best set of eyes I've ever seen. He hates me goo-ing and gaa-ing about them, shyly pressing his glasses back into place when I do. Then he gets that cute little smile. Oh shit! <huge grin> Man, that has got to be the * best* smile in the known universe, and believe me, I've been out there, I know what I'm talking about.

Daniel Jackson. The worlds best lover. What he can do with that mouth is unbelievable. See? I'm hard now at the thought of it. He's wicked. You wouldn't know it to look at him at work. He has such a different manner about him there. Bumbly and absolutely adorable. I can't help but to stand back at times, arms across my chest, and just beam at him. It's not a show either, you must understand that. He is genuinely unsure about himself around others. I was probably the closest I've ever been to crying in front of him one night, as we laid tangled together before the fireplace after another incredible round of sex (Yeah, I call them rounds. It's like going one to one with a boxer, the guy's so damn athletic!) Hmmm, where was I? Oh, I was telling you about him, and his sad, sad past. I was so close to losing it as I listened to his mollifying, deep voice telling me about how he was ridiculed in the Orphanage for being smarter than his peers. It wasn't any easier for him at school either it seems. He used to get pulled to the front of the class and made to tell the children answers that were way beyond the knowledge of other kids their age. But he knew the answers. Danny always knew them! And he was beaten in the school yard because of it. He was teased and taunted and tricked, because he was fucking smarter than the other little kids his age. That is why he hates having to talk to people about things he knows. He almost hates to have to present information at the SGC, he hates having people turn and look at him and wait for him to tell them something. Listening to him I could really sense that his scars were deep on this issue. I had to close my eyes as images filled my mind of this sweet faced boy, sitting all alone, clothes roughed up, skid marks on his knees from kissing the dirt, hair all tousled and glasses broken - yet again. He caught my tears, even though he didn't say anything, but he did catch me. It was when he turned to look up at me to tell me, through a self mocking laugh, that if I thought he went through a lot of glasses as an adult, I should have seen him as a kid! I'm sure he saw the tears on my bottom lashes that time, but he knew *me * better than to draw attention to it. Instead, you know what he did? He kissed me. The guy reached up and planted the most sweetest and gentlest kisses on my lips. He was comforting 'me' at a time when he needed comfort. So like him! So like my Space Monkey! But he's over it, apart from his incredible shyness now, so I'm over it too. And I can now sit back, smiling as he stammers his way through a presentation or an Off world meeting. I mean, sure the guy is certain about his knowledge. I've never met a man who knew so precisely so much detail. He is so damn incredible........

.... I often wonder what he sees in me though!

Ten months. We've been together ten months. I'm telling you now, they have been the most incredible ten months of my entire life. I know people always say that about new love, but with Danny it's different. He is my life. Not just my love! I cannot 'not' imagine us growing old together. I have a card on the fridge that he gave me last month. He didn't sign it, so it stays there forever, even when Sam or Teal'c or Janet come over for a visit. You know what it says? It's two old people before a Hut, and underneath them is says, simple, "I want to grow old with you!'

And I do. I want him to be beside me every morning when I wake up. I want to hear his first groan of the day as he shifts awake. I want to hear that noisy suck in of air he does, right before his first yawn of the day. I want to fell the bed shift as he stretches up over his head, his whole body growing taunt with the stretch until finally he releases it with a grunt and pushes back the bedding and gets out. He always circles the bed, then stops on my side, smiling down at me with that beautiful smile of his, his brown hair falling down framing his face perfectly and then he bends down to kiss my forehead.

We never kiss on the mouth first thing. He hates it. Hates, what he calls, morning breath. I don't care, actually, but he's sensitive to it. So we never kiss first thing, but sometimes I surprise him. I wake before him, go to the bathroom and brush my teeth. Then when he wakes, I jump him. It surprises him, but he loves sex in the morning too, I know he does!

Let's face it, the guy just loves sex. And he does it so damn well! You know, I thought he'd be quiet and sweet and I'd get to lead.. and <sigh> top...

O-kay! I admit I was taken aback the night he insisted on topping me. He got that look in his eyes, you know the one, his eyes squint a little, his mouth purses into this little rosy button and he just stares right through me. Man, I had no where to go on that one! I "had" to give in. And boy! Was I ever glad I did! <Heavy contented sigh> He's so fucking gorgeous.

Not to mention he's so gorgeous fucking too! When he arches that throat - ARG! That throat arched inches from my mouth... I'm salivating now at the thought of him being that close. Of me being able to run my tongue down his Adam's Apple, down to that little hollow at the base of his long throat.

He grunts. I bet you never thought he would, but he does! Soft little back-of-the-throat grunts that have me practically screaming out for him. Let's not forget he performs the whole damn thing with his eyes half closed. Do you know how gad-damn sexy he is with his eyes half closed? And sometimes, when we're on missions, just seeing that look after he sneezes gets me rock hard. It' kind tough thinking of a reason to send Teal'c and Sam on an hour scout on the spur of the moment, but I pride myself on my ability to do it! She sometimes looks at me a little weirdly, but I just give her a blank stare back again. That usually works on her! Then I drag Danny to the nearest secluded spot. He's usually complaining that he looks like shit at about this time, but I'm assuring him he doesn't as I start to find walking painful

Once we find the 'right' spot I'm tugging his shirt from his pants, eager to feel that warm soft skin under my palms again! You know, it's hard to not want to get fully undressed and run my hands all over his incredible body! But I always know time's short on these incidents so we usually push up against a rock, Danny's facing away from me, my arms are wrapped tightly around his slightly doubled middle, fingers digging into the soft skin on his sides and I'm rutting him for all he's worth. Does he enjoy that? Pressed hard against an unyeilding rock? Being rammed from behind until I'm jelly? Then swinging around, leaning against the hard boulder behind him for support as I drop to my knees to drink in every drop of his sweet nectar? How do I know he enjoys these sometimes brutal attacks?... Because he grunts! And <smiles warmly> because I always ask him afterwards if he wants me to stop doing that sort of thing to him. He shakes his head and gives me one of his drop-dead gorgeous smiles as he pushes his face towards mine and mumbles lasciviously, "I *like * it!"

And I melt all over again!

I can sit here, in the quiet of my own home, and get hard by just thinking about him. His face, his laughter, his voice - oh, he has such a damn sexy voice. My skin tingles when I hear him coming along the hall behind me. He could be talking to Sam, or Teal'c or even Hammond, but it's the tone of his voice, I'm attuned to. It's what I listen for when I'm down. I've been known to take a walk to his office just to hear him. He lifts his face from his work as I knock, and a smile spreads across his perfect features. He asks me what's up (because we really do have a no-touchy/no-feely agreement for work). I tell him 'I am' and I need to hear him speaking. He chuckles, gets up and goes over to his shelf, which always seems to require him tucking one hand into his picket as he swaggers over to the shelf and extracts a book.

I love watching him walk too! Have I mentioned that yet? He has the best walk. Like a waddle - only far, far more sexier! More a gate? Hmm I'm not too sure, but it's so hot that I often push the cart while we're shopping so that he's free to 'walk' and get the groceries and I'm free to 'watch'.

So, anyway, he gets this book down, and eyes me as he shuts the door. I grin and we go to the corner of the room where he stands right in the corner then slides down until his little butt hits the cold concrete. I snuggle in front of him, my head resting back against his solid chest, able to hear his rhythmic heartbeat and feel his long legs wrap around me. We tangle together, enjoying the solitude, then he reads.

It's my favorite story. You might think it's dumb, but once Daniel explained the social significance of it to me, I really began to understand that not only was the writer 'on' something powerful when he wrote, but he was hiding political statements within his clever texts. But I'm not here for the lesson, just the teacher. Daniel's cheek presses against the top of my head as he read aloud, but softly to me. "The Lorax" by Dr. Suess. Man, that guy 'had' to be on something when he wrote some of his stuff! Still there's a message within it that children need to learn, so that's great in my opinion. I'm just enjoying the sweet sound of Daniel's voice as he reads the challenging text to me, never once tripping over his delicious tongue, and I'm enjoying his hand gently rubbing me between page turns while occasionally and his lips press a kiss onto my forehead. After he's done we kiss. Long, deep and passionately. Describe it? I don't think that I can! <laughs> Sorry, just quoting Dr. Suess to you there!

Oh god, look at the time! Danny's probably home by now, his meeting would have...

<sounds of the front door opening>

"Danny? What are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to be with you tonight, Jack. Is that okay?"

I laugh. He's asking me if he can be with me? Man, how did I get to be so lucky?

"Of course you can, baby. You look beat!"

"I am. I just want to go to bed"

"Okay," I put my arm around him and lead him to the bedroom, "Just wait a second babe, I'll be right back! I've got to finish something...."

"Hurry Jack, please. I just want to cuddle with you... "

<Sigh> SO damn sexy! His eyes are half closed and he's mumbling through a perfect pout. You really should be here!

<Laughs> then again, maybe you shouldn't be! Off you go, get out of here! You probably have a thousand and one things to do with your day. Me? I'm heading back to my room, and I'm going to cuddle the Sexiest Man Alive all night! <huge grin>

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