By: Lionchilde
CATEGORY: Angst, Romance
WARNINGS: None.
AUTHOR’S NOTES: This was written in response to the “Gold” challenge on sg challenges. I saw “gold” and went “rings are gold!” shakes head Setting here is about 6 months between Here and Now and Mistakes.
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Someone had actually snickered when she spoke the word. Daniel hadn’t turned to look, and her voice didn’t waver. Her lips never trembled and the shining smile never dimmed. But her eyes dropped, just for a second, and he knew she’d heard it too.
Neither of them mentioned it afterward, nor was there any
acknowledgement of a certain look that had passed between himself and Jack at
the reception. Vala didn’t ask where they and Teal’c had disappeared to a few
minutes later, and no one wondered how the groom had managed to skin his
knuckles raw on his wedding day. Mitchell and Landry came to him later,
quietly, and assured him that a certain hot-shot lieutenant who’d recently been
recruited to the Stargate Program would not be reporting for duty inside
He was also glad Vala had already been in the car then and hadn’t overheard. The young officer in question was a tall, tan blue-eyed blond with freckles across the bridge of his nose, and Vala had, of course, made no secret as to how enjoyable she found his presence on the base. Neither Cameron nor the general had voiced the slightest concern, but Daniel had easily read the questions on the faces of both men.
But they hadn’t stood at the front of the aisle with her that morning. They hadn’t felt her hands trembling as she slipped the warm, burnished gold band onto his finger or seen her eyes mist as she repeated,
Sitting on the foot of the bed, he looked down at that ring, and at his own swollen knuckles, and felt a bittersweet smile cross his lips. Daniel Jackson was far from a violent man, but he felt no remorse at the memory of his fists hammering repeatedly into Todd Howard’s flesh. The only pain he felt was that someone had put shame—even for that split second—into Vala’s eyes. And in that moment, of all times, when it should have been perfect for her.
She slid down beside him now, draping her arm over her chest. Her fingers smoothed sensuously up the side of his face to catch his glasses. “Don’t think you’ll be needing these,” she whispered close to his ear.
“Mmm,” Daniel smiled, letting his eyes close as she pulled them gently away. Vala shifted on the bed, kneeling over him. Her hands lingered on his face for a moment, then slowly slithered over his chest, his stomach, moving lower…
“Wai—wait a sec—” Daniel broke off with a wince as his bruised fingers tightened painfully on her hand.
“Oh, Daniel, your hands!” she exclaimed, her voice breaking with remembered shame. She turned quickly away, but he caught her chin.
“Vala, no,” he shook his head firmly, turning her back to him. Her eyes widened and she stared downward, biting her lip.
“You didn’t have to, you know. It’s not like I’m—”
“Listen to me,” Daniel cut her off, forcing her almost roughly to meet his eyes again. “You are never less than perfect. Not to me.”
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