CATEGORY: Humor, Romance
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Written for comment_fic, prompt: Stargate SG-1, Vala/Daniel, Daniel wearing Vala's robe. I wrote this with Masterchef on the telly.
Daniel padded across the kitchen on socked feet, bending
over the bench to drop a handful of freshly washed raspberries, blueberries and
blackberries into a small glass bowl. He topped them off with a dollop of
creamy vanilla yoghurt and a light dusting of icing sugar.
Just then the toast popped up from the toaster, making Daniel jump at the sound in the near silent dawn. He quickly buttered it, remembering at the last moment to cut it diagonally instead of down the middle. He placed it next to the berries and a steaming mug of hot coffee on a small breakfast tray, complete with a miniature vase which held a single daisy, a weed really from Daniel's unkempt garden.
With his masterpiece complete, Daniel lifted the tray and creeped quietly back to his bedroom. Stepping into the darkness he made his way around the bed, almost tip toeing so as not to disturb the sleeping occupant in his bed.
He placed the tray on the bedside table and went over to the curtains, pulling one aside causing the early morning sun to spill across the carpet, illuminating the lump beneath the doona.
Vala curled up, hiding her face as soon as the sunlight hit her face. Daniel felt a small chuckle rise in his chest at her antics. He crouched down beside her, pulling her hair back enough to reveal a cheek, which he promptly kissed. Vala turned her head towards him now that he was blocking the light, screwing her nose up at being woken in such a horrid manner.
"Morning beautiful" he whispered against her skin.
"As I have been so callously demonstrated" Vala replied. Daniel gave her his best innocent little boy grin to which she playfully swatted him away. "C'mon, I made you breakfast" Daniel stood to pick up the tray, holding it out to Vala as she rose to a sitting position still rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Toast ala
Daniel looked down to see Vala's hot pink pyjama robe wrapped around him, still tied in the rough knot he'd thrown together in the pre dawn dark.
** The End **
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