Five Seductions Vala Tries
By: Random
CATEGORY: Angst, Drabble, Drama, Humor, Romance
WARNINGS: Language
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Riff off of the five things being done so well on LiveJournal.
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1) Daniel's low
tolerance for intoxicants is legend at the SGC and she hears about it her first
week there. She's intrigued. Being ex-host to a Goa'uld she can
drink anyone under the table--except maybe a
He hates beer--she finds that out watching him during her
first official team night. Daniel takes one bottle and keeps it, never
drinking more than three mouthfuls. Somehow, she's the only one to notice
he gets silly on just that. The bottle of wine she gives him, he seems to
like, but he sets it aside for an occasion--whatever that means. When she
manages to get him pried loose from his books, he ignores the mixed drinks she
keeps buying him with his money, and that's pretty much the end of her plans
until she hears he lived on
It's easy enough to invite him to her quarters, and he keeps his hands tucked into his pockets and that wary look in his eyes until he smells what's in the glass she managed to cook up in Samantha's lab, which she borrowed last night. Then his eyes light.
"Is this--?" he asks, stalls on the words. With a wide smile she nods, clinks glasses. His eyes close as he drinks, then he lets out a long, slow breath, and she's astonished he can swallow this stuff without choking. "God, I missed this."
Two hours later she's got him proper drunk and in her bed and she's remembering what he tastes like, but she forgotten that legend. It's the middle of a kiss, and a lot of other things, when he falls asleep in her arms and snuggles down, snoring soft into her shoulder. He's up and gone before she wakes the next day.
2)
She tries Samantha next, because there's always been that spark between the two, that long-term connection, and maybe it can be flamed into something more interesting that'll lead to jealousy, and from there into something even more interesting. But that means long hours spent listening to discussions about things Vala want to use without knowing how they work. And Daniel's got a smug smile after every evening she's spent with Samantha, which means he pretty much knows that, too.
Teal'c is perfect. She loves how his double-entendres come in the arch of an eyebrow. And what woman wouldn't feel small and dainty next to him, even though she's never been either. But there's no danger, no feeling she's walking an edge and if she pushes enough or in the right place he'll lose it. Teal'c isn't the type to lose anything unless he wants it lost.
And she can't help it. She needs that extra charge, which takes her back to Daniel, because she can get under his skin, find that edge and watch those blue eyes fire when she's gotten the upper hand. He can lose it, and she plans to be around when he does because she knows in her bones it will be more than spectacular.
But even when Daniel isn't around she flirts with Teal'c. A girl has to keep her skills in shape, after all. And Daniel never notices even when he is around.
3) They all work up a sweat with
basketball, and it offers lots of chances to bump each other by accident and
design. She can grab for the ball, get Daniel instead. He likes to
crowd her when she's got the ball, and he's competitive enough that he never
backs down in any game. But she's competitive, too, and so she keeps
forgetting that she's not here to play this game, which is why she and Teal'c
beat Cam and Daniel every time by at least twelve points.
4) They're stuck in a Lucian
Alliance cell, waiting for rescue when she mentions the stories Quetesh could
tell and Daniel straightens from where he's leaning against the far wall.
His eyes go wide and his pupils darken. He asks if Quetesh spent time in ancient
Of course he likes talking. About any past that isn't his. She never knew just how much. It's just incidental that any story about Quetesh also happens to have a fair amount of sexual content; being a goddess associated with sexual prowess kind of makes that a given.
She's just gotten going on her most juicy story and it has Daniel rubbing one palm on his thigh. There's sweat on his upper lip and it's nowhere near hot in here. She's lays on the only bunk, stretched out. He keeps looking at her and having to look away, can't seem to stop moving. When she gets to the details of Quetesh's ideas for a proper fertility ritual, Daniel can't stop listening even though the tips of his ears are red and he licks his lips and his eyes glaze as if can't remember he asked for this out of academic interest.
And, not so lucky her, they're rescued before she reaches
the climax of the story. After, he gives her a tape recorder and asks if
she'll put the rest of that story and any others about ancient
5) It starts as a discussion at his
place, and it's taken months to convince him she can cook and wants to and
likes to--and she doesn't really, but it's a way to get out of the base for an
evening and to see where he lives. He worries she's going to burn the
meal--and everything else. But if she can pilot a cargo ship through
hyperspace she can master something called a stove. When the flame leaps
into the pan, he swears, turns everything off and it heads to an
argument. It gets out of control after she jumps him from behind, sends
the pan and meal flying and they move from insults to fists.
By the time they've made it to the bedroom, they've done more damage to his apartment than they have to each other--they're not pulling punches, but when have they ever. And he's only had her pinned once, but clothes are being shredded, and they're both breathing hard, and his glasses go flying and he fists a hand into her hair and it just keeps on going.
Hours later, they've exhausted each other. They're about as close to naked as it's possible to be and still be wearing something. She's just let him up from where she's had him pinned--at last. But she's not going far, just drapes herself over him as if she belongs, and his eyes are almost shut as his smile twists and he doesn't move out from under her even though he could.
His voice is almost a whisper as he says, "I was never like this before Hathor."
Lifting up on an elbow, she stares at him, brushes the hair from her face, and then brushes his face with her fingertips. There was a time when slow worked for her. When easy and simple were possible. When emotions and memories didn't confuse. He turns his head, his glasses long gone, but he looks at her, and there's a bruise on his cheek. She put it there and she wants to put her lips there, too. Instead, she lays her hand on his ribs, arches her fingers to dig her nails into his skin. Just a little. He arches in answer, his head titling back on something like a gasp and something like pleasure. And his eyes narrow in a way that says it's about to start again.
Then she lets her hand slip lower to find a new spot to torment and leans close to tell him, "I wasn't really like this before Quetesh, either." It's almost the truth.
** The End **
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