Twist and Lick   

                                                                                                                                                By:  Lionchilde   

 

 

CATEGORY:  Humor, UST

SEASON/SPOILERS:  Season 10  “Flesh and Blood”.
AUTHOR’S NOTES:  Written for sg_challenges and  scifi_five.  Set in the week between Flesh and Blood and Morpheus, therefore slight possibility of Flesh and Blood spoilers.

This was actually inspired by an IM convo with stargatefungirl, rants_by_james and nerca_beyul.  Hope you guys like it. Thanks to nekkidchick for beta.

AUTHOR’S WEBSITE:

  http://so-out-of-ideas.livejournal.com/

 

"Hi!" Vala sprang up next to Daniel as he reached the front of the commissary line.

He ducked his head, sighing quietly as her arm slid through his. "Y'know, you just cut in front of like six people."

"Oh…well," Vala glanced over her shoulder, then looked back at him with a grin, "no one seems to mind."

"Right," Daniel clipped.

"So, what's for lunch?" Vala wanted to know.

"I have no idea what you're having," Daniel told her reaching into his back pocket for his wallet. "I'm just paying for some milk."

"Just milk?" Vala frowned slightly as he began trying to tug his arm free to make his purchase.

"Yes!" he glared, finally managing to disentangle himself and reach into the wallet.

Her eyes followed his hand, and he bit the inside of his cheek to restrain another sigh at the way she watched him slip the crisp green bills onto the counter. Doing his best to ignore her, he reached for a couple of Styrofoam cups from the stack by the coffee, and waited for his change.

"Oh," she said again. "Well, I guess I'll just have milk too."

"Why am I not surprised?" Daniel rolled his eyes. "Two please."

"Mmm," Vala tilted her head with a shrug. "No idea."

"Sure, Doctor Jackson," the commissary worker replied with a grin.

Daniel felt his jaw clench slightly at the look, but took his change silently and walked over to open the fridge. Vala trotted along beside him, pigtails bouncing, and reached in to grab two red and white cartons, then headed for an empty table.

"Not yet," Daniel caught her arm, steering her back toward the vending machines.

Vala raised an eyebrow, but turned curiously and waited while he inserted more money and selected some blue cellophane wrapped cookies. He punched the same number again, and she bent to pick up the packages from the slot at the bottom of the machine.

"Or…eos?" she pronounced slowly, giving him a questioning look.

"You'll see," Daniel's smile held just a hint of mischief as he gestured her toward the table. "In this culture, the eating of Oreos has been elevated to an art form."

"Oh…really…?" Vala frowned again, walking over to the table. Setting down her loot, she boosted herself onto the grey surface, rested her feet on the chair in front of her and waited expectantly.

"Mmm-hmm," Daniel nodded seriously. He set down the cups and reached to take one of the milks from her hand, opened it, and carefully filled the cup, then set the carton down and gestured for her to do the same with the second.

Somewhat nervously, Vala filled the cup, looking from it to Daniel several times, until he nodded approvingly. "Now what?" she asked, setting the carton down beside his.

"Now you move your feet," he said.

"Huh?" Vala's mouth popped open in surprise, and he waved a hand toward the chair. "Oh," she nodded, quickly moving them.

As soon as he sat down, though, she planted them in his lap, and he let out a sigh of exasperation. He didn't, however, push them back off as she'd expected him to, and she hid a smile by glancing down again at the cookies.

"All right," he said, plucking one of the packages from her grasp. "Now you gotta open them up and stack them next to the milk."

"Stack them?" she asked, both eyebrows shooting up as he began to do just that. "Why can't you eat them out of the package?"

Daniel paused, looking back at her with a small shake of his head. "You just can't. They're Oreos, Vala."

"O-kay…" Vala replied, then shook her head and slid a fingernail through the cellophane to open the package in her other hand.

"Good," Daniel nodded when she had all six cookies out and properly arranged beside her cup. Picking up one of his own, he held it up for her to see and then carefully dunked, allowing only about a third of the cookie to be submerged. "Now watch. You have to hold it in for a second so the milk soaks into the stuff in the middle, but not too long or it'll get soggy."

"Um…why?" Vala asked, watching him remove the cookie and take a slow bite, closing his eyes with relish.

"Because," he said, waving toward her own stack. "Just trust me, c'mon."

"All right," she sighed, watching him dunk his cookie again.

He finished it, grinning as she held the cookie in the milk. She held it in a bit long and a piece broke off as she bit into it, but her face lit up as her hand rose to catch the fallen crumbs in her palm. "Mmmm! Mmmm, Daniel, that's good!

"Told you," Daniel grinned again before realizing that he was staring as she licked the chocolate off her hand.

"You know," Vala's tone became suddenly serious. "A girl might think you missed her, Daniel."

He cleared his throat, looking quickly away again, suddenly conscious of how glad he'd really been when she hadn't left as soon as she was cleared from the infirmary. She could have, he realized; though she sincerely did want to find a way of turning Adria against the Ori, she had her own resources--or at least her own means of acquiring them. She didn't really need him or the SGC and could have chosen to leave at any time.

"Daniel…?" she said again, slowly.

"Okay," he sighed, looking up again.

"Okay?" Vala asked. "Okay what?"

"I missed you," he admitted, holding up his thumb and index finger pinched closely together. "A little."

When she smiled, though, he swallowed hard and had to restrain himself from revising that statement. Her hand hesitantly touched his cheek, and she bent toward his mouth. Daniel swallowed again, half unwillingly moving toward her, eyes drifting toward her lips, where another crumb nestled…

"You're doin' it wrong, Jackson," Mitchell's voice sounded just before he reached it.

"Indeed," agreed Teal'c.

"Huh?" Daniel turned a rather bemused look on his teammates as they walked up to the table.

"You're supposed to twist and lick," Mitchell grinned.   

 

                                                                               ** The End **

 

 

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