That Feeling
By: Pip
CATEGORY: Established Relationship
WARNINGS: None
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Written for sg_15_fics.
AUTHOR’S WEBSITE:
http://brabbit-hole.livejournal.com/
The plane touched the tarmak, and yet he didn't feel it.
After manuevering his way through throngs of people, and standing forever just
to claim his one measly little suitcase, he still didn't feel it.
On the cab ride home, while he tried to focus on the familiar scenery instead
of the unshaven driver, it still wouldn't sink in.
Trudging up the porch steps, weary from his trip, that feeling refused to hit
him even as his keys found refuge in the lock. Nothing happened when he turned
the key or opened the door and stepped inside.
He tried to find it, that feeling, as he tossed the suitcase carelessly into
the living room. The dull thud that resounded as it hit the couch didn't do
anything either. He sighed and pulled off his jacket, letting it lay over the
first surface he passed on the way to the kitchen.
The light above the stove was on, and a small something inside him pulled a
little. But it still wasn't quite right...wasn't that feeling. Stepping over to the fridge, he pulled open the door,
smiling at the lack of contents within. That small something pulled just a
little harder.
His free hand immediately found its target. As he shut the door with his hip,
he used the counter to pop the top off the bottle. He leaned back against the
counter, bringing the foaming opening to his lips.
Looking around the parts of his house he could see in the almost darkness, he
tried again to obtain that feeling as the bitter liquid slid down his throat.
It settled comfortably in his stomach, but didn't help him get any closer to
what he wanted. Still, he finished the bottle off anyway, placing it in the
sink to be dealt with later.
Navigating through the darkness, he easily found his way to the end of the
hall. The door to the bedroom was closed most of the way, and as he pushed it
open, he felt that small something grow into something significantly bigger.
His gaze found the bed, and eagerly picked up the occupant hidden beneath the
covers. Hands seemed to work of their own accord, shedding him of shirt, shoes,
socks, and belt. Soon he found himself making his way around the bed.
It began to set in as he pulled back the covers and crawled under them. A warm
sensation spread throughout his entire being as he curled around the slender
form at the other end of the bed.
She stirred as his arm wove around her waist and his lips pressed to the warm
flesh of her neck in a gentle kiss.
"Why are you here?" Her voice was husky with sleep as her head turned
his direction.
He smiled and kissed her lips. "'Cause you're here." He whispered
back, brushing his nose against hers.
She shifted so she lay on her back, staring up into his beautiful eyes.
"You didn't tell me you'd be back tonight. I didn't get any groceries or
anything."
"I noticed." He smirked and brushed her hair out of her face. At the
slightly wounded look in her eyes, he smiled outright. "I wanted it to be
a surprise." Again, his lips found hers in a sensual kiss, his hands
coming to cup her face as his tongue dipped into her mouth.
Her eyes were closed as he pulled back up. "Mmmm, nice surprise." She
smiled lazily, turning back on her side and allowing him to snuggle up against
her back. As he trailed kisses down her neck, she sighed.
"I'm glad you're home, Daniel."
Daniel lifted up his head and watched as Vala drifted back off to sleep. He
smiled affectionately, placing one final kiss to her temple.
"Me too." He whispered in her ear before sinking back into place
against Vala, holding her gently in his arms. Feeling her, smelling
her...loving her. Finally Daniel felt it - finally he knew he was home.
** The End **
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