Thief of Heart   

                                                                                                                                                By:  spacegyspy1    

 

 

CATEGORY:  Angst, Romance

SEASON/SPOILERS:  After Season 10

WARNINGS:  None

 

AUTHOR’S NOTES:  Companion to “Surrender the Heart”.  Thanks supershipper for the beta.

 

AUTHOR’S WEBSITE:

 

  http://www.fanfiction.net/~spacegypsy1   

 

 

She saw it in his eyes. Admission of defeat. Right in the middle of one of Mitchell’s stories, surrounded by hundreds. Daniel turned, looked into her eyes. The man of thousands of words, many languages, spoke through the eyes of his soul.

 

He had been desperate in his love making this morning. Fighting his demon. She would not back down, not now. She would join his lot, archeologists; she would dig, excavate, steal the treasure. If it took years she would not walk away. She would gladly take another Goa’uld host to love him through eternity.

 

The thought brought a horrified gasp. But he slept on, his head resting on her breast, arm flung across her, capturing her.

 

Last night she stood naked in his bedroom door, never letting him see the vulnerability that threatened to bring her crying, to her knees, begging.

 

When he undressed, walked to her, the only thing that kept her standing was the power of steel blue eyes, piercing her, anchoring her to the floor.

 

He had the body of a god; better than any god she had ever seen. Subtle planes, rippled sinew, defined and powerful male.

 

When he had finally taken her, in heat and undeniable passion, her heart burst, its molten blood, raging; she’d fought him for dominance to keep from drowning in the flow.

 

Joy had bolted electric and sizzling through her when he turned to tenderness; ah, the real moment of surrender. If he didn’t love her then, he would. She felt it in the way his body had moved, heard it in the passion laden endearments, saw it in the storm tossed sea of his eyes.

 

The rustle of sheets brought her back to the present. She turned her gaze to his face. Daniel, one eye open watching her, smiled. “Good morning, again.”

 

My Daniel. She returned his smile. “Good Afternoon.” And she kissed his nose, laughing happily.

 

 

                                                                                  ** The End **   

 

 

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