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Adult
Genre: Multiples (Jack/Daniel/Vala), Established Relationship, PWP, Vignette
Synopsis: Vala has two favorites of everything.
Notes: Not sure where this porny little bunny came from, but I don't mind... I generally avoid writing smut 'cause I think I'm awful at it, but I had to give this one a try.
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Vala had two favorites of everything. Publicly, she claimed her favorite shirt was the flirty blue number she wore on her interrupted first date with Daniel. Privately, she confessed to favoring the hooded sweatshirt she was wearing when he rescued her from the subsequent amnesia-driven nightmare. Casual acquaintances were informed that her favorite way to spend a day off was shopping with Sam and Carolyn, but her closest friends-including Sam and Carolyn-knew she'd be just as happy at home with a glass of wine and a good book.
She had once overheard herself being referred to as "a study of complementary contradictions", and she took great pride in that description. For all the ways in which she was predictable, there were just as many ways in which she was capricious. These were not qualities she actively cultivated, but were simply a product of her nature and magnified by chance.
Her duality was her sword and shield: it kept at bay those who weren't true enough to get to know the "real" Vala, and proved those who managed to breach her defenses were worthy of her trust and friendship. Fewer made the effort, and fewer still were those who succeeded. Vala formed and dismissed casual relationships easily, but her closest relationships were built slowly and protected fiercely.
"A study of complementary contradictions", Daniel had called her, and oh, how he loved to study and complement those contradictions. Even now, with a drawer full of toys and accessories that would make a porn star jealous, she and Daniel were rocking gently against one another in a surprisingly vanilla position: him above her, and her clenching his hips with her thighs as he thrust high and deep. No sound was made beyond harsh breathing and the slick glide of flesh on flesh, and no games were in play but the oldest and most primal connection of two bodies entwined.
And Vala loved this. It was every bit as much her favorite as when they were marking one another and screaming down the house, because each had its time and place and each was perfect in its own way.
Daniel shuddered, lowered himself to his elbows, and rested his forehead against Vala's. "I love you," he whispered, and the way he nuzzled her cheek spoke just as eloquently. Vala arched her neck, giving him the access he wordlessly asked, letting one hand trail gently up and down his spine as the other tangled in his hair.
"I love you, too."
Vala moaned in agreement as Daniel gasped and bucked deliciously, then chuckled throatily as he panted into her ear. A hand clutched her hip, and its twin joined hers atop Daniel's back. Another sharp thrust had her clenching her thighs, holding him to her so that he couldn't escape-not that he wanted to-the pleasure he was being given by their other lover, late to arrive, but just in time.
And as Vala helped Jack drive Daniel out of his mind, she reflected that in love, as in everything, she had two favorites.
Adult
Genre: Multiples (Jack/Daniel/Vala), Established Relationship, PWP, Vignette
Synopsis: Vala has two favorites of everything.
Notes: Not sure where this porny little bunny came from, but I don't mind... I generally avoid writing smut 'cause I think I'm awful at it, but I had to give this one a try.
Favorites
Vala had two favorites of everything. Publicly, she claimed her favorite shirt was the flirty blue number she wore on her interrupted first date with Daniel. Privately, she confessed to favoring the hooded sweatshirt she was wearing when he rescued her from the subsequent amnesia-driven nightmare. Casual acquaintances were informed that her favorite way to spend a day off was shopping with Sam and Carolyn, but her closest friends-including Sam and Carolyn-knew she'd be just as happy at home with a glass of wine and a good book.
She had once overheard herself being referred to as "a study of complementary contradictions", and she took great pride in that description. For all the ways in which she was predictable, there were just as many ways in which she was capricious. These were not qualities she actively cultivated, but were simply a product of her nature and magnified by chance.
Her duality was her sword and shield: it kept at bay those who weren't true enough to get to know the "real" Vala, and proved those who managed to breach her defenses were worthy of her trust and friendship. Fewer made the effort, and fewer still were those who succeeded. Vala formed and dismissed casual relationships easily, but her closest relationships were built slowly and protected fiercely.
"A study of complementary contradictions", Daniel had called her, and oh, how he loved to study and complement those contradictions. Even now, with a drawer full of toys and accessories that would make a porn star jealous, she and Daniel were rocking gently against one another in a surprisingly vanilla position: him above her, and her clenching his hips with her thighs as he thrust high and deep. No sound was made beyond harsh breathing and the slick glide of flesh on flesh, and no games were in play but the oldest and most primal connection of two bodies entwined.
And Vala loved this. It was every bit as much her favorite as when they were marking one another and screaming down the house, because each had its time and place and each was perfect in its own way.
Daniel shuddered, lowered himself to his elbows, and rested his forehead against Vala's. "I love you," he whispered, and the way he nuzzled her cheek spoke just as eloquently. Vala arched her neck, giving him the access he wordlessly asked, letting one hand trail gently up and down his spine as the other tangled in his hair.
"I love you, too."
Vala moaned in agreement as Daniel gasped and bucked deliciously, then chuckled throatily as he panted into her ear. A hand clutched her hip, and its twin joined hers atop Daniel's back. Another sharp thrust had her clenching her thighs, holding him to her so that he couldn't escape-not that he wanted to-the pleasure he was being given by their other lover, late to arrive, but just in time.
And as Vala helped Jack drive Daniel out of his mind, she reflected that in love, as in everything, she had two favorites.