| Title: Something Different Author: Nicky Chevalier Feedback: I live for it! [email protected] Category: D/J, PWP Rating: NC-17 Pairings: Daniel/Janet Content Warnings: D/J smut. That's pretty much all this story is... ;) Spoilers: Rites of Passage. Summary: Post RoP, Janet and Daniel find themselves a little distracted... Disclaimer. MGM, Double Secret Productions, Gekko. Any questions? Author's Notes: No plot... gee, what a surprise. *g* Feedback will be cherished. ===================================================== Opened my eyes today And I knew there's something different Saw you in a brand new way Like the clouds had somehow lifted --'Hopelessly Addicted', The Corrs ===================================================== The infirmary was strange when it was empty, it seemed almost eerie without the usual soldiers nursing torn ligaments and bruised ribs. Even this late at night, it was seldom that the beds went unoccupied; and Janet wasn't used to the quiet. Her mind wandering, she stared at the pristine white cotton sheets of the newly-made bed where her daughter had lain less than twenty-four hours earlier, going back over the events like a movie in rewind. The movie, though, seemed to be stuck at a particular scene. In truth, her mind wasn't merely wandering; it was racing-- confusion mixing with excitement mixing with anxiousness in a cacophony of thought and feeling that she was completely unprepared for. Earlier, when he'd held her hand and looked at her so tenderly, almost longingly, it had been easy to write off the sudden increase in heart rate and shortness of breath as fear for her daughter. Now, when the danger had passed but the feelings had not, she couldn't for the life of her figure out what had happened. Always cool and in control, she'd never reacted that way to him before. Sure, she knew he was a good-looking man-- she wasn't blind, after all-- and his routine physicals weren't exactly a chore for her, but these recent and distinctly unproffessional thoughts were new and unexpected. *Get a grip*, she told herself, absently straightening bedcovers and checking machines. Whatever this was, it was not going to get the better of her, she decided. She could remain as unaffected by his toned, firmly muscular body as the next person. *** Daniel threw down the pen in disgust, having just translated the same sentence three times. Pulling off his glasses, he rubbed the bridge of his nose, idly wondering whether visiting the source of his distraction for some aspirin would help or hinder the situation. Just one small show of support, one quiet moment of friendship, and suddenly concentration was on holiday and imagination ruled. He didn't really know what had made him reach out and take her hand. He'd have liked to believe that it was nothing more than a simple statement of support, an easy way to say 'hey, I'm here.' That had been his intention, at least. He certainly hadn't anticipated the warmth that had suffused him, starting at their joined hands and spreading slowly through him, seeping under his skin. Neither had he expected the sudden electrically-charged tension that had sprung up between them, or the immediate urge to pull her into his arms, or the way his breath had caught at the way she was looking at him. Her usually clinical gaze had been replaced by something new, something he'd never seen from her before. It was personal, even intimate. It was something he wanted to see again. *** Janet sighed, rubbing a hand across her forehead as if to manually erase from her mind the thoughts that were stubbornly residing there. *This is ridiculous*, she admonished herself, *nothing even happened*. The image of the look she'd seen in his eyes skittered into her memory and she sighed again in frustration. "He's a patient," she muttered, doing her best to banish the thought. "Is that all he is?" She jumped, startled, spinning on her heel to see him standing in the doorway, one shoulder leaning against its frame. "God Daniel, don't do that, you scared the life out of me." "Sorry," he moved further into the room, doing his best to look casual though he was pretty sure he was failing miserably. "You didn't answer my question." "What question?" He came to stand before her, the bed she'd just finished making between them. "Am I really just a patient?" She stared at him, her arms folded defensively in front of her. "H-how do you know I was talking about you?" Her face was expressionless, but the tremor in her voice gave her away. "Because," he walked around the bed to stand in front of her, "I was there; I felt it too." Uh-oh; there was that look again. Soft, caring, definitely longing. She felt her heart start to race. "You did?" He nodded, reaching out to unwind her arms and pull them around him instead. She went willingly. "Yeah," he smiled, his mouth brushing softly against her own, "I definitely did." *** Janet stifled a moan as his lips moved over her neck, his tongue darting out to taste her skin. "My room?" he whispered into her ear and she shivered, but shook her head. "Mine," she explained, taking his hand, "I need to be reachable if there's an emergency." He nodded absently, busy raining soft kisses over her jaw and down her neck. "Daniel," she whispered throatily, "if you want me to be able to walk, you really need to stop doing that." He laughed softly, bringing his lips back to hers for a brief kiss before he pulled away, following her out of the infirmary and down the corridor. Janet's quarters were much like his own-- small, plain; the military didn't go much on luxuries. Right now though, Daniel wasn't wasting time looking around. Dropping his glasses carelessly onto the bedside table, he fell with her onto the bed in a tangle of arms and legs, his fingers making quick work of the buttons down her front and the front clasp of her bra. His lips moved over her, caressing each newly-exposed patch of skin, pausing in their slow descent only when halted by her waistband. She reached down, drawing his head back up to hers for a languid kiss. Pulling his shirt over his head, she ran her nails over his chest and took in the vision before her, suddenly unable to understand how she'd gotten through so many physical examinations with her sanity intact. She moaned low in her throat as his hands slid down her legs, the last of her clothing going with them. Her fingers clutching at the sheets in anticipation, she froze when his hot breath caressed the inside of her thigh. "Breathe, Janet," he teased her softly, the corners of his mouth turning up into a grin. "I think I forget how," she whispered, returning the smile. He breifly brought his mouth down to cover her then, and she gasped, sucking in a breath at the exquisite sensation. "There you go," he grinned up at her again, and she laughed. "I don't know, Dr. Jackson, I think I just may need help breathing from now... on... oh..." God, what this man could do with his mouth. She writhed under his touch, every second bringing her closer to release, until finally she stood at the edge, so close her ears were ringing... Only to have him stop. And then she realised that it wasn't her ears ringing, it was the telephone. "This cannot be happening," she groaned in frustration as she reached for the offending object, bringing it impatiently to her ear. Daniel finished undressing and watched with some satisfaction as she tried desperately to get her breathing under control, praying to whichever God was listening that she wasn't being called away to some emergency on base. "Sam..." she was saying, and he breathed a sigh of relief. No emergency. Throwing Janet a mischievous grin, he resumed his former ministrations, listening to her end of the conversation with amusement. "No, you didn't wake me..." she said through gritted teeth, squirming restlessly as though she was trying to move away from him, but her body had other ideas. "What can I do for..." she gasped, almost dropping the phone, "umm... what? No, you're not interrupting... well, actually..." Deciding finally to put her out of her misery, Daniel sat up and reached for the phone, pulling it out of her hand. "Hey Sam, listen, Janet's a little busy right now; think you could call back later?" He just caught the surprised burst of laughter from the other end of the line before he dropped the reciever back into its cradle. He moved to lay draped over her, propped up on his elbows so that he could look down into her face, his own arousal now too strong to deny any longer. She lifted her head and kissed him lightly, and he pressed into her softness, his eyes closing at the intense pleasure. "Breathe, Daniel," she mimicked him with a grin, and his chuckle turned into a low groan as her own laughter caused her internal muscles to contract around him. "God you feel good," he whispered, his face buried in her neck as he began to rock slowly against her. "Oh, Daniel, please," her breatheless entreaty encouraged him to quicken the pace, and he did so gladly, her nails raking over his skin as she splintered willingly in his arms, pulling him right along behind her. It seemed ages before he finally found the energy or the strength of will to move, and he lay quietly beside her as they caught their breath. Then, dropping a soft kiss to her mouth, he pulled her sleepy form into his arms. "Goodnight." He felt her smile against his chest, her warm breath tickling him lightly. "'night." *** End! 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