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| Hide by tigermoth26 Title: Hide By: tigermoth26 Rated: NC17 Pairing: daniel/janet Spoilers: Last Stand Category: angst Summary: The best minutes are the last minutes. Disclaimer: Stargate is not mine. Hide Daniel sat on the sofa by the coffee table, glass of wine in hand. He watched as Janet moved across her living room, changing the music playing from her sound system. The pair had been seeing each other for some months now, building a relationship that moved beyond the social boundaries of 'just friends'. "To the downfall of the System Lords." Daniel raised his wine glass in a toast as Janet returned to sit beside him. His partner grinned and returned the salute with her own glass. "May their asses be well and truly kicked." She concurred. It had become their little ritual to have dinner together when Daniel was due to be off-world for an unknown period of time. They would sit together afterwards and toast the upcoming mission, then talk a while before sharing a goodnight kiss before Daniel or Janet went off home. This particular date was different, however. Daniel's mission the following day would require him to wander straight into the jaws of the System Lords and pose as one of the servants to the Goa'uld. The plan was half-assed and risky, but it had to be done. The two of them couldn't help the feeling nonetheless that SG-1 would not be returning home. Their after dinner talk carried on as usual, but there was an underlying current of anxiety. The atmosphere felt tense, desperate. Finally the time came for the night to end. Placing her wine glass upon the coffee table, Janet leant towards him to claim a goodnight kiss. Her lips were ripe and sweet against him, her kiss tasting of aged wine. Daniel folded her feminine frame into the warm embrace of his arms, cupping her cheek in the palm of his hand. Eventually they pulled away from each other and shared a smile. Warm, friendly, but ultimately sad. Thoughts of tomorrow's mission loomed over them, leaving them both reluctant to let the other go. Moments passed. Eyes locked together in desperation and growing desire. Janet's gaze broke first, driving herself back down into the warmth of their kiss. This time there was heat. Passion. Urgency. Janet's enthusiasm aroused his own and he returned her kiss hungrily, running his fingers through the soft waves of her hair. Lightly across her jawbone and underneath her chin. Down the sloping curve of her neck and ver the sculpted contours of her spine. Janet squirmed deliciously against him. Her soft, pliant figure creating a delightful friction that he almost couldn't bear. Daniel dared to pass his hand lightly over the swell of her breast and rest it there, both of them becoming more and more absorbed in the passion of their kiss. Janet knew instinctively what he wanted and covered his hands with her own, guiding them across the planes and valleys of her body, letting him feel her intimately for the first time. Every muscle, every curve, every expanse all mapped out for him, teaching him the contours of her slender form. Tonight would be their last, Daniel thought. Tomorrow's mission was suicide. Uncertain death. Daniel needed her. Here and now. He was sure that Janet felt the same. Until now, their relationship remained unconsummated. Both of them never having felt that the time was right for them to take that step towards greater intimacy. This moment made him feel that the time was *now*. Here. Tonight. It felt perfect, fitting. A final parting gift they could share together on this night before his mission into hell. Kissing her passionately now, Daniel wanted nothing more than to sweep her up into his arms and carry her to the bedroom. He wanted desperately to fall into her arms and between her thighs and lose himself in their love. He wanted to hide with her in the dark of her bedroom and make love to her there. To hide from the terrors that lurked behind the Stargate, and in the deep, vast universe beyond. He felt her questing fingertips tugging urgently at the buttons of his shirt. Slipping between the opened sections of fabric and sweeping across his skin. He sighed gently, revelling in the teasing glide her fingers took as they roved across his chest, along his collarbone, down his sides. Reaching forward, Daniel did the same for her. Interrupting the exploration of her hands as he gathered up the hemline of her sweater and lifted it up over her arms. He paused a moment to stare at the expanse of skin now before him. They sat together momentarily, doing nothing. Foreheads touching, hands twined together by their sides. Both of them sharing in the love of this tender moment. The time was now. They both were thinking. Their last chance at forever, Daniel was unlikely to be returning home. Releasing one of his hands from hers, Daniel lifted it to her shoulder and ran a finger over the smooth skin there. "I've never seen a colour more beautiful." He decided, catching her eyes with a smile. Naturally his eyes drifted southward to the soft swell of her bust. The sweet mounds of flesh rising and falling with her every rapid breath. A plain cotton brassiere supported the mounds. Cradling them surely as he reached out with a tentative hand to touch them. The honey flesh as smooth and firm as it looked. Janet laughed softly then, amused with his typical male response when presented with a pair of female breasts. She took his hand and cupped it firmly over the cotton of her bra. "It's okay to touch me, Daniel." She reassured softly, releasing his hand with a seductive smile. Finally, with his nerves tightening the muscle of his stomach into a hard knot, he slipped his fingers underneath her bra, cupping the full weight of one breast in the palm of his hand. Slipping the strap of her undergarment off her shoulder, he brought her dusky pink nipple to his mouth and kissed it slowly. "Oh, Daniel..." she murmured. A whisper under her breath, hands in his hair, as he nipped and suckled gently. The broad, flat surface of his tongue arousing excitement from within. He came up from her breast and kissed her softly, panting and trembling with passion and with nerves. She slid across, moving even closer to him, kicking off her shoes and straddling his lap with her pants-clad legs holding him tightly, her kisses passionate and intense. Suddenly embarrassed, he wriggled away from her, not wanting her to feel the erection in his pants, but it had been too late. Daniel blushed, and looked away. "I'm sorry," he panted. "I've ah...got a bit of a -". He flushed red with embarrassment and gestured down at the obvious tenting in his slacks. She smiled at him, breathless and amused. "Well...after everything we've been doing, I'd certainly hope you had...quite intoxicating." There was silence then, anxious, tense. Janet fiddled with her clothing, setting it all back in place. Returning her breast to its confines, slipping her sweater back on over her head. She smiled at him, adorably, tucking her hair behind her ears in the way she did whenever she was nervous. Well, he thought, at least it wasn't just him. Janet picked up her wineglass and finished of the contents quickly, studiously avoiding his gaze. Daniel felt her apparent discomfort. Perhaps things had gotten a little out of hand. He thought. Perhaps he had moved too quickly for her, jumped too fast with the moment, swept away mindlessly with the intensity of their feelings. The doubts rolled in then - doubts that told him that he wouldn't be spending the night with her. Doubts that said tonight was not the night after all. Janet sat restlessly, twisting her fingers over her lap. He looked at her, not looking at him. Maybe she was thinking of a way to get out of this. Maybe sex was not such a great idea after all. Daniel refastened his own shirt, feeling bad. Feeling stupid that he had let thins move so fast before she was ready. Berating himself for pushing her beyond the boundaries of their control. He felt so strongly about her, cared for her so deeply. The last thing he wanted to do was to spoil things in this way. Purposefully, Daniel caught her gaze, shifting on the sofa, ready to excuse himself gracefully and leave for the evening. She looked at him sheepishly, and he couldn't help but smile, soft and rueful. Impulsively, he picked up her hand and pressed a kiss to it before rising to his feet. "I think," he said, "that I had better get going..." No response. "You know," he blundered, "Before...before this gets out of hand." She was gazing at him. Her eyes sad and glittering in the lamp light. Her hands seemed to reach for him. He found himself gazing back, unable to pull his eyes away and head for the door. Here she was, Janet Fraiser. The woman whom he had grown to trust with many things. To heal him, to care for him, to love him with every corner of her heart and soul. Daniel wondered if it was just the wine that was pushing his thoughts in this direction, whether his trepidation over tomorrow was overriding his better judgement. Would falling into bed with a woman he had grown to care for and respect simply because he may never see her again be as wise as it currently appeared to be? Could they do that to each other...share that special bond - knowing that it may well be the last thing that they ever shared? Were they strong enough to lift that burden? Janet rose. Her gaze strong and decisive. She took his hands in hers with gentle care and merely nodded. She smiled fleetingly. Bittersweet. "It was - a lovely...feeling, Daniel." A pause. "I hope...I hope that we have many more." A strange but wonderful feeling washed over him then. Warm and hopeful. Dangerously close to love. He found himself unable to resist kissing her, dipping his face to hers and catching her lips with his, nipping her softly between his teeth. He caught her tightly in his arms again. Their previous passion flaring up as if it had never gone. Janet arched her back towards him, her leg curling across his hip in a gesture that was purely female. A gesture which brought the blood thundering back to his now flaccid penis. Once again, Daniel pulled away. Cursing himself at having done it again. For a moment, her head followed him blindly, her tongue seeking his, her lips parted, open and eager. "Stay." She whispered suddenly, sounding lost and alone in the warmth of her living room. "Please, Daniel, stay the night." Daniel backed away from heart first, unsure of her instincts in this aroused state and slowly, he shook his head. "No." He told her. "Janet..." She caught his lips in hers, trying to silence him, but still he pulled away, breathing heavily. "We shouldn't rush into this -" He paused, the warmth of her hands on his chest, her forehead pressed against his, all were convincing him other wise. Squeezing his eyes shut and breathing in deeply, Daniel continued. "We shouldn't do this, Janet...Just because - because of our fear of tomorrow. It's not right. I cherish you, Janet. - But I couldn't do that to you - knowing that I may never return." "Sssh," Janet placed her forefinger across his lips. "Let's not think about tomorrow, Daniel. Please, let's just do this *right now*. I know, I'm afraid. You're afraid. You may not be coming back, but *I* need you." She pressed her body even closer to his, noses touching, her lips barely brushing against his as she whispered "Daniel. Let's do this. Please...forget tomorrow - Let's just have this. One last night." She drew back with a sad smile, her eyes catching his, sparkling and wide in the light. "You have to admit though...It feels right tonight, doesn't it?" she murmured softly, seductively. Her gentle tone whispered erotic secrets to him. It summoned up the unbidden memories of the sensations of kissing and touching her. Of lifting her sweater and the sight of her naked skin. The way it made him run hot with desire and anticipation. The taste of her kiss, of her skin, of her breast came back to him - and that ache. That ache in his heart that told him not to go. Janet smiled at him softly and reached out, brushing his cheek with her fingertips. Daniel was lost. He could no longer resist. He took hold of that hand in his own, pressing kisses to her fingertips, his eyes never leaving her lovely trusting face. "Are you nervous?" She asked quietly, pushing him gently to sit back down on the couch. "A little...You?" She nodded slightly, dark eyes taking appraisal of his body. "Don't be," She told him, fighting her own nerves down and away, "It'll be fine. We'll be alright." With that, she playfully seated herself across his lap, straddling his legs and twining her arms around his neck. "We'll be fantastic, no regrets...I promise." She told him. "How could I disagree...with a guarantee like that?" He joked. Janet grinned at that, bringing her lips to his. The kiss was long and breathy. Starting with the feather-light whisper of lips on lips in a slow, simmering burn. Gradually, the kiss grew deeper. Feather-light brushes turning into sweeps of the tongue and scrapes of the teeth. Eager, hungry, smouldering with desire. Janet slowly sucked Daniel's tongue into her mouth, spreading it flat across her own, their lungs beginning to plead for air. The kiss reached its natural conclusion, and they broke apart. Now their eyes were half-lidded and languorous. Their nerves had all but disappeared. Daniel kissed her neck, drawing in the delicious scent of her skin, pausing as he lifted her sweater from her body and delivered it to the floor. His soft lips passed over the smoothness of her shoulder, his teeth grasping the strap of her bra and dragging it slowly down her arm. She snuggled in close to him. Her skin warm and fragrant, breathing deep and heavy, slow and sensuous across his cheek. Daniel closed his eyes against the fever of lust burning through him as he sunk his mouth down to the enticing softness of her breast. He took an eager nipple slowly into his mouth, revelling in the cry of delight that uttered from Janet's parted lips. His hands made quick work of her bra, snapping it open and sliding the fabric off her arms as his bit down gently on her nipple, worrying it with his tongue and then drawing his teeth lightly over the puckered flesh. His right hand tended carefully to Janet's other breast, his fingers following the sloping contour all the way around, stroking softly until he brushed the nipple with his fingertips. Teasing it gently until it stood erect and attentive like its twin. Leaving her breast, Daniel returned his mouth to her lips. They kissed each other, passionate and hard. Losing themselves in their own little world. Janet's lithe fingers worked efficiently at his shirt, ripping lose the buttons, the small plastic circles tapping loudly across the floor. His shirt removed, Janet's pressed her hands against his collarbone, passing her fingers across his chest in slow ripples and then down to the tented bulge in his slacks. Daniel jumped at the sudden sensation of her touch, breaking their kiss with a wet smacking of lips and tongue. She smiled at him wickedly from beneath her lashes, evil mischief in her eyes. Daniel followed her lead by unbuttoning her pants. His fingers brushing intentionally over the smooth expanse of her thighs, exposing her underwear. Tiny, black and made from cotton, they were not quite what Daniel had been expecting. Thinking about it briefly, however, he wasn't really sure what he had been expecting to find. Air Force grey, he supposed - having seen a glimpse of the lightly coloured tank top Sam had been wearing the day she attacked Jack in the locker rooms after their mission to the Broca Divide. Perhaps she only wore issued underwear with he uniform. He pondered...or perhaps, she didn't wear anything at all. Janet was still smiling at him as he ran his hands worshipfully over her legs, daring him to share his thoughts with her. Daniel was almost tempted to ask her his question, but decided against it. He would keep that question his own little secret - if he ever got back from tomorrow's task, it would become his own special mission to find out. Daniel's hands continued their massaging journey along the sculpted curves of her legs. Stroking sensuously over the hairless skin and then to the sensitive bend in her knee. He parted her legs with playful roughness and let his hands glide slowly up the insides of her thighs. Daniel's fingertips briefly caressed the delicate skin at the crease of her thighs before one hand cupped itself around her centre - feeling the cotton of her panties already damp with arousal. With her hazel eyes locked in his own, Janet leaned forward into the palm of his hand, letting him feel just how warm and ready she was to receive him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into another kiss. One of her hands drifted down to cover his, guiding him into sync with her rhythm as she rubbed her sex against his hand. Daniel was amazed at how easily they responded to each other. In his experience, first times with new partners were messy, awkward affairs. Difficult and potentially embarrassing to both sides. Take Shau're, for example. Thrust into marriage with him without question. She'd been so afraid, so anxious to please him that she'd become too tense. In the end she'd started crying. Fat tears of shame at her inability to please her husband whom she'd never even met before. So he'd held her. All through the night - trying to tell her that it wasn't her, it wasn't her fault. But here, right now with Janet, he felt as it they had been sexually intimate for years. Of course, he didn't know her rhythm yet, her soft spots, but she was with him all the way. Janet wriggled downwards on the sofa, kissing him. Tasting him all over with her lips and tongue. Sometimes nipping at him lightly with her teeth, dragging his pants down to his ankles and letting his erection spring free. She knelt on her knees in front of him, meeting his eyes with that seductive gaze. Daniel realised her intention, his passion rising up like a flame, his breath hitching in his throat. She knelt there for a moment, smiling to herself. Pleased with his reaction to her, letting him simmer in anticipation. Slowly, with parted lips, Janet kissed the uncircumcised tip, her lipstick leaving a wine-coloured mark. Her gaze was fixed upon his as she slowly pulled her lips away. Her warm, humid breath passed softly over the tip of his penis, her wavy brown hair tickled his thighs. Daniel allowed his eyes to slide shut with the pleasurable tingle Janet induced in him. He twined the fingers of one hand in her hair and let it glide gently through the strands, groaning in approval as she ducked down to kiss him again. He tiny section of his brain that had still not succumbed itself to the bliss of Janet's touch was registering the sound of her voice saying something. She was speaking to him. He fought his way out of the haze to listen to her. The sound over her voice huskier than he had ever heard it before. "Do you like this Daniel?" She asked him. "Do you want me to...continue?" She flicked her tongue out to slowly tease the tip as he tried to coax his voice to cooperate. "Yes." He finally managed, the word coming out with an embarrassing squeak. She smiled at him then. "Alright then." She whispered. Her hands sought out his and entwined with them on the sofa, his penis throbbing with agonising need. Daniel watched silently as she aligned her lips with his straining erection. All he could feel as she opened her mouth was the warm, wet humidity of her breath before she closed her lips over him. Slick and hot. With flattened tongue, Janet began a long, maddening glide along the thickness of his erection. He shuddered against the cushions as she repeated the motion, gasping out her name as she sucked and stroked him. After a moment of self indulgence, watching the erotic sight of her mouth sliding over him, Daniel stopped her and pulled her up again, settling her gently back onto his lap. There, they kissed, long and sweet, snuggling together in a true expression of love and tenderness. Daniel broke away first, nuzzling his lips against her ear as he whispered to her. "Can we...move this into your bedroom?" he asked. Janet smiled sexily, and nodded her agreement, eyes bright and sure. He leaned in for another fleeting kiss of her warm mouth, stroking her cheek while their lips were joined. They broke apart, and smiled at each other. Daniel realised how much he was looking forward to the lovemaking. It would be wonderful. He thought. In bed, with this incredible woman. To finally settle himself between her legs and enfold his body within her arms. Daniel could hardly wait to feel the slide of her naked body beneath his own. He wanted to feel her face close to his, to grasp her hands, to share her very breath while they writhed together in ecstasy. Lose himself in waves of passion. To thrust, move, breathe and sweat with her. They would make great love. He knew it. He wondered if she would cry out when he entered her. Would she be on top, or would he? Would she curl those lovely legs around his hips, letting him thrust into her deep and hard? Would she let him kiss her tenderly, between her legs...would she let him drink her scent and taste her with his tongue? Determined to find out, Daniel gathered her into his arms, cradling her to his chest as he rained tiny kisses upon her lips. He carried her gently into the bedroom, wanting her with an intensity that he had never felt before in his life. They went into her bedroom. Janet' in Daniel's arms, kissing him slowly. They sunk onto the bed. Daniel releasing her momentarily to stretch out beside her, lying together in a sweet, silent moment. Eventually, Janet pulled his body on top of hers. Her arms wound around his back, her hands moving slowly to his short hair. Holding his weight, cradling him, infusing him with the warmth of her love. They breathed almost wildly together, feeling as if the moment were a dream. They would wake up shortly, finding themselves back in the world that wanted to kill them, out in the universe fighting the Goa'uld. Urged on by the moment, Daniel kicked off his shoes as he pressed tightly against her, helping Janet shrug off the remains of his shirt and then tossing it across the room to land on the floor. His erection bobbed eagerly against her stomach, a warm, throbbing, glorious mass of pleasure as he rubbed it slowly against her thigh. Unclothed, he returned to her. Resting his weight on his elbows to reduce the strain. Janet met his lips with a tiny kiss, her hands running over his sides and back, touching him, caressing him. She slipped her legs apart and he lay between him. His penis responding delightfully to the heat that radiated from behind her cotton panties. Janet smiled at him, dark eyes clouded with pleasure as he ground his hips against her. She could feel the head of his penis pressing urgently against her panties, her own body's answering shiver of heat. The hot friction against her outer lips spread throughout her, making her feel warm and supple, fluid against him. "God, Daniel. Please make love to me..." She whimpered softly, her nails pressing crescent moon grooves into the skin of his back. She was incredibly hot now, he could feel it. Her body responded to him, pushing her further towards their goal. Daniel rolled her over him, letting her take control. She wriggled against him as they clutched each other, her nipples hard against his chest and he continued to grind into her, the heady friction driving them out of their minds with desire. Holding the roundness of her buttocks hard against him, he smoothed his hands over her, slipping one hand underneath her underwear, feeling his fingers come away slick with her heat. "Get into the bed with me." She murmured, rubbing her sex against his hand. He grinned, and with agony, pulled away from her, sitting up on the bed to watch her as she turned back the bedcovers and clambered in, shedding her underwear as she went. There was an awkward moment at that point in time, the spontaneity gone. The pair of them naked and anticipatory, skin flushed and breathing hard. Breaking the moment with a smile, Daniel got upon his hands and knees and crawled across to her, sliding beneath the covers of the bed. The sheet felt cool against his skin, crisp and scented of lavender washing oil. At first they lay separate from one another, their eyes roving over the other's body where it lay uncovered by the sheets. Daniel's nervousness returned - his heart pounding hard inside his ribcage. Leaning together, they kissed again, melting away the tension they both were feeling. Daniel cradled her head in his hands, drinking from her mouth, drawing her into his passion. Feeling her own. Slowly and carefully, he rolled himself over her, making sure that she did not take too much of his weight. With agonising sloth, Janet spread her legs beneath him, drawing up her knees so that his lower body pressed against hers without entering. Finally they were naked together. Skin against skin. The shyness returned, both of them taking time to adjust to the feel of the other's naked skin. Slowly, Janet began to rub herself against him, building up their warmth, turning their arousal on high. Panting hard, Daniel reached down and stilled her hips, aware that her continued friction would be potentially embarrassing for him. When he came he wanted to be inside of her, and while the sweet grind of her body against his was pleasurable, it wasn't quite how he was planning this night to be. Calming himself down a little, Daniel knelt back and caressed her thighs. He gazed down at the gorgeous woman beneath him. Janet gazed right back, lips red and swollen from his kisses, her breasts heaving, wanting him then and there. Reaching up, Janet pulled him against her once more, blessing his lips with a searing kiss. She took one hand in hers and guided it to her centre, stroking his fingers through the slick folds with deliberate pressure, showing him she was ready. With a groan of arousal Daniel positioned himself over her. She grasped his hardness, gasping in delight as she guided the head across her clitoris and then down to the heated entrance of her vagina. They locked their eyes together then, Janet's hand returning to grasp his shoulders as she gathered up the courage to murmur in his ear. "Daniel. I want you inside me. All of it. Now." Her words did wonders to him, the erotic tones further serving to kindle his desire. Daniel complied to her demands without resistance, sinking into her depths in one firm, slow stroke. Filling her completely, his entire body now pressed entirely, intimately, against - and inside her own. Janet gasped when he entered her, and then let her breath pass slowly from her lungs - the movement of air across her vocal chords letting out a soft sigh of relief and fulfilment. The act of penetration so simple, but such a beautiful thing. For several seconds they just lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, Daniel, hard and pulsing, enclosed within her sensuous, tight heat. Whatever the future held, he knew that this moment would live forever in their hearts. Soon enough, the natural instinct to copulate grew stronger than their will to savour the moment and Daniel began to move inside her. With their eyes still locked in embrace, Daniel pushed his pelvis slowly and torturously back and forth through Janet's exquisite warmth. She held him to her tightly, her eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment as she appreciated the angle of his movements between her thighs, stimulating her every nerve. Their motion was delectable. Lower bodies rocking in counterpoint to one-another. Janet's ankles crossed over his behind, allowing him to penetrate deeper into her, massaging their sensitive organs with every thrust. Her nipples, hard and pebbled, rubbed vigorously against his chest. The scent of their lovemaking filled the air. Musky, warm, passionate. Daniel dipped his head to catch her lips with his, a quick brush of lips and slide of his tongue. He drew back and smiled, still thrusting slowly, drawing out her ecstasy, and drawing out his own. He smiled at her, full of joy. "I love you," he breathed, the words almost spoken into her mouth. She pressed her lips roughly against his before she replied, clenching her thighs together around his hips to squeeze him tight. "I'm yours." She panted. "I love you, Daniel - ah!" She crushed her lips to his again, "So much." Janet's gasping declaration triggered something in his heart - releasing the fragments of his control. He surged within her. Sweet, teasing strokes evolving to become hard, passionate, rough. He pushed himself harder and deeper into her pliant body, increasing the pressure, bringing them ever closer to completion. Janet clenched her teeth and pressed her face into the curve of his neck. She arched her pelvis upward to meet with his thrusts, her breasts crushing roughly against the warmth of his chest. The increase in friction became almost too pleasurable to bear and she had to consciously hold on to her breath to keep herself from crying out. Daniel writhed with her, clasping her warmth against him. He wrapped her slender form into the cradle of his arms, her legs twined securely around his waist. The brush of her skin was delightful, her wet, clenching warmth quite heavenly. After so long without love, he had almost forgotten how good it felt to lose himself inside a woman. She was good too, he thought, as he tried valiantly to stop himself from coming. Janet was fantastic. A strong, sensuous, alluring lover. She appeared confident, relaxed. Responding well to him,. Moving with him. Touching, tasting, experiencing. Sharing her love with every part of her soul. Exploring him freely with her hands, her mouth, her lips and tongue. Perfect. He moved his hand between their bodies to the place where they were joined. He brushed his thumb roughly across her clitoris, smiling as her eyelids fluttered shut with delight. "Again, Daniel." She gasped, tightening the grasp of her thighs around his waist, urging him faster, deeper, harder. He brushed her nerves again and she groaned loudly. Janet's adoring features scrunched up suddenly and her felt her come. Hard and strong, shuddering delicately beneath him, gasping for breath. She cried out, an adorable squeak of surprise, then fell back to the pillows, her eyes still closed in pleasure. "Are you okay?" He asked her, stroking her damp hair away from her eyes. She nodded, breasts heaving as she came down. "I'm fine." She grinned slowly, clenching her inner muscles around his penis, still erect inside her. "That was incredible , Daniel, I...my god!" They laughed together in mutual agreement. Yes, they really were fantastic together. But there was still something more to be done. Smiling sexily, she placed her hands on his shoulders and flipped him underneath her. "Now it's your turn." She said, and began to ride him slowly at first, and then harder, rising to her knees an then plunging down onto him again, building his pleasure higher and higher. Daniel realised that he did not want this pleasure to end. It was so good, so wonderful. He felt connected to her, both literally and in mind and soul. Their hearts reaching out, minds embracing, their passion combining to beat the darkness away. He never wanted to leave her. He didn't want to face the cold. He loved Janet, so much. She was everything. Still, he knew, he had a mission to complete. What he would do tomorrow would be essential to the future security of Earth. The entire universe perhaps. That was, of course, assuming that himself and SG-1 could successfully complete the mission objectives. As much as he wanted to stay here, enclosed in her warmth, SG-1 needed him. The security of their futures needed him. His courage, his willingness to put himself on the line without a second thought. Loathe though he was to admit it, Daniel knew that he was going to have to let himself come at some time. Janet held him, her small hands stroking from his shoulders to his waist, giving him pleasure with all of her heart. He wriggled them backwards so his back leant up against the headboard. A firm surface that let her move her body deeper onto him. He let his hands roam all over her heated skin, sweating together, sliding, grinding. Teasing mercilessly. From his position he could see where he entered her. The sight of their joining filled with erotic mystery. He watched their bodies, moving together. Her breasts, small and round, bobbing in the air before him. Daniel dipped his head to rain kisses on her collarbone, tasting her sweat, licking his tongue across her shoulders, breathing hard against her ear. "Come for me Daniel." She rasped, searching out his lips and kissing him passionately, thrusting harder against him, pulling him further towards ecstatic bliss. She cried out loudly with him as he came, releasing the stream of his essence inside her. He spazmed in her arms with the searing heat of his pleasure, the glorious warmth spreading to all of his extremities, leaving him panting and throbbing in its wake. He pulled Janet forwards in his arms to kiss her, but she turned her face away. The final aftershocks of his orgasm triggering another of her own. Her hands clasped his back, pinching his flesh and she sank her teeth into his shoulder, making him cry out a little in pain. He waited until her tremors were over and he lifted her chin up to kiss her, soft and sweet. She smiled gently, casting her eyes at the red and blue impressions left by her teeth. "Sorry about that." She said softly, and stroked her fingertips lightly over the damaged kin. Daniel chuckled lightly, letting her know it was okay and settled down into the pillows, coaxing her down to lay beside him. "Woah." She whispered, her voice still breathy. "You were really...really good." They grinned at each other as they lay upon her bed. He watched the rise and fall of her breasts as her breathing calmed, her soulful eyes turned towards his, her lips smiling and thoroughly kissed. Daniel reached out with one arms and she snuggled up to him willingly, draping her upper body across his chest and tucking her head into the crook of his chin. Silence settled softly, and for a while, Janet's room sighed dark and warmly with the sound of their breathing. "Daniel?" He pressed a kiss into her hair, letting her know that he was listening. "Yeah?" Her voice was small, her following words bringing back the frightening reality of tomorrow. "Will you still be here...when I wake up in the morning?" The following silence deepened the sensation of anxiety that could be felt closing in on the air around them. Daniel didn't know if he would stay until the morning. He didn't know if he had the will to do such a thing. To wake up with her in his arms and then pull himself away with the knowledge that he was walking forward to his uncertain death. With that in mind, he'd probably be tempted to stay with her forever. Stuff the Goa'uld. Screw the universe. The woman whom he loved would be in his arms and he would never want to leave. Daniel blinked, held her close, and kissed her forehead lightly. His next words would be a blatant lie, but for their best interests - it would be the right thing for him to say. "Of course I will Janet. I'll be here always." |