Healthy Appetites (Stargate SG1)
Title: Healthy Appetites
Author: hummingfly67
Rating: Hard R
Spoilers: Prometheus Unbound
Pairing: Daniel/Vala
Summary: Sense memory triggers an erotic dream for Daniel.
A/N: Thanks to campylobacter for beta, encouragement and spam. This is an extremely late entry for the Prometheus Unbound challenge at daniel_vala
***
Vala claimed starvation when they were finally back in the mountain.
“Daniel, the mission was supposed to be 4 hours, tops,” she was nattering on as she dragged him along with her to the commissary. He listened with half an ear, his mind slightly pre-occupied with the salvaged Ori mothership at the other end of the Stargate. And perhaps a little on his own empty stomach. Though her melodramatic recitation was entertaining, as always. “We were down on that barren planet, without supplies I might add, for almost 12 hours! My body needs sustenance, Daniel, or I can’t function.”
“Yes, I know, it was terrible,” he murmured. He’d been with her at the pre-mission breakfast, and she’d had two generous helpings of everything. And a last minute snack before SG-1 had ‘Gated out. If anything, she’d been more prepared for the lack of supplies than all of them.
“You really need to bring along snacks,” she told him, as if it were all his fault. “Oh good,” she continued before he could respond with a comment about self-sufficiency, “we’re here.”
She bumped the short line with a wink and a wiggle, earning a raised eyebrow from Teal’c and an exasperated exclamation from Cameron, and quickly filled her tray with more than enough food for two people. He waited his turn, made a few choice selections and took a seat directly across from her at the table.
Daniel watched with widened eyes as she dug in with gusto, but wasn’t surprised when she finished every last crumb in the time it took him to eat his single portion.
***
He couldn’t recall dropping the Zat, or rising and moving around the table to stand at Vala’s side, but he was there, and then his arm swept the table clear.
Bending slightly, Daniel grasped her by the upper arms and hauled her out of the chair. She didn’t resist, and even through the haze of lust clouding his brain he could see that she wasn’t frightened. In fact, she seemed...anticipatory. Hungry.
“Why, Daniel. Such strong-armed tact--”
Hands rising to her head, he held her still and roughly smothered the rest of her smirking comment with his mouth.
Vala gave in fully to the kiss, participating as eagerly as she had just participated in depleting the ship’s provisions, growling low and deep in her throat, her hands fisting in his tee shirt. He responded in kind, sliding one hand down her back to grasp her ass, the other tunnelling through the thick silk of her hair to cup the back of her neck.
She tasted like the fruit and pudding he’d watched her inhale, and a unique flavor he ascribed solely to this woman, this sexy alien who had single-handedly hijacked a battlecruiser and fought with fierce skill and sensuous grace, and he craved more.
Flattening her palms against his chest, she pushed firmly while sharply pulling her head back, breaking free of his mouth, his hold. Before he could utter a word in protest, she darted in and nipped his bottom lip sharply. She stepped away with a cocked eyebrow, her gaze measuring.
Fury flickered, tangled with his arousal, egged him on. Reaching up, Daniel grasped the zipper tab of her jumpsuit and yanked downward, unconcerned as the action caused her to lurch unsteadily. She recovered however, hastily slipping her arms free of the sleeves and shimmying the suit down off her hips to puddle at her bare feet.
Despite the need hammering through his body, he was distracted by the sway of her breasts and the smooth expanse of her flat, toned stomach and could only stand gaping. She made a “tsk”ing noise, kicking her jumpsuit aside as she stepped into him and proceeded to make short work of his belt and the button-fly of his pants. Her hands slid beneath his waistband, fingernails scoring his ass with just the right pressure before she raked the boxers down recklessly over his erection, the look flicked at him both a taunt and a promise.
The sweet sharp jut of her hips filled his hands and he squeezed as he braced himself and lifted her onto the table. She sucked in a breath as her bare bottom met the cold surface. He didn’t give her time to complain, yanking her to the very edge and leaning forward to cover her mouth once more. She responded by winding her legs around his hips and crossing her ankles, heels digging into his ass and pulling him closer. He groaned into her mouth and shuddered as her hand slipped between them to grasp him firmly, hips thrusting into the contact.
His hand shook as he slid it from her hip and down, fingers tangling with hers, and together they guided him into her tight, wet heat.
Between gasps for air and short, frantic kisses, they found their rhythm quickly, seamlessly, and Daniel knew he wouldn’t last long. Vala’s whimpers and the tension of her body revealed her similar state. He thrust harder, rising up on his toes with the effort, breathing harshly into her open mouth.
Suddenly she was jerking against him, fingers digging into his back as she gasped his name. A few more strokes and he followed her over the edge.
“Vala.”
***
Daniel jolted awake, half-rising from the bed, the taste and feel of her name on his lips. His breathing was altered, his pulse thundered in his ears. Remnants of his dream floated in his consciousness, heady and powerful. And arousing.
The sheets rustled as the mattress dipped, and then a warm weight was pressing against his side. Gentle fingers glided across his sternum to pat his chest, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“Daniel?” Vala’s sleepy voice asked. “What’s wrong?”
“Dream,” he gasped, flustered.
Vala’s fingers tapped teasingly on his flesh, directly over his heart. “Hmmm,” she murmured. “Your heart is racing. Was it a...good...dream, Daniel?”
Exhaling shakily, head falling back into his pillow, he smiled. “Yes,” he told her, his voice a rasp. “It was a good dream.”
“Mmmm...do tell.”
“You and I, on the Prometheus. Watching you eat today after the mission must have triggered my memories.” He shifted to arrange her more comfortably against him before continuing. “We were at the table in the commissary, I was watching you eat, astounded at all the food you were putting away, trying to not let you get under my skin. You threw that damn apple at me, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I cleared the table with my arm, pulled you out of the chair and we had sex on the table.”
A smoky laugh, caressing his ears as her hand caressed his chest and belly with slow, languid strokes. “Oh, then it was a very good dream.”
He flipped them both swiftly and settled himself in the cradle of her legs, his upper body propped up by his elbows, which caged her head. Her eyes met his and they smiled at each other. He rocked his pelvis, his smile widening as her eyes fluttered shut and she bit her lip. “Yes, a very good dream.”
“Show me,” she said.
She whined his name in dismay when he backed off of her and rose to his knees. “Come with me,” he told her, holding out his hand. “I’ve got an idea.” His mind was already cataloguing the contents of his fridge.
As he led her down the hallway to the kitchen, her muttered comment made him smile.
“I knew you watched when you undressed me.”
***
End
Author: hummingfly67
Rating: Hard R
Spoilers: Prometheus Unbound
Pairing: Daniel/Vala
Summary: Sense memory triggers an erotic dream for Daniel.
A/N: Thanks to campylobacter for beta, encouragement and spam. This is an extremely late entry for the Prometheus Unbound challenge at daniel_vala
***
Vala claimed starvation when they were finally back in the mountain.
“Daniel, the mission was supposed to be 4 hours, tops,” she was nattering on as she dragged him along with her to the commissary. He listened with half an ear, his mind slightly pre-occupied with the salvaged Ori mothership at the other end of the Stargate. And perhaps a little on his own empty stomach. Though her melodramatic recitation was entertaining, as always. “We were down on that barren planet, without supplies I might add, for almost 12 hours! My body needs sustenance, Daniel, or I can’t function.”
“Yes, I know, it was terrible,” he murmured. He’d been with her at the pre-mission breakfast, and she’d had two generous helpings of everything. And a last minute snack before SG-1 had ‘Gated out. If anything, she’d been more prepared for the lack of supplies than all of them.
“You really need to bring along snacks,” she told him, as if it were all his fault. “Oh good,” she continued before he could respond with a comment about self-sufficiency, “we’re here.”
She bumped the short line with a wink and a wiggle, earning a raised eyebrow from Teal’c and an exasperated exclamation from Cameron, and quickly filled her tray with more than enough food for two people. He waited his turn, made a few choice selections and took a seat directly across from her at the table.
Daniel watched with widened eyes as she dug in with gusto, but wasn’t surprised when she finished every last crumb in the time it took him to eat his single portion.
***
He couldn’t recall dropping the Zat, or rising and moving around the table to stand at Vala’s side, but he was there, and then his arm swept the table clear.
Bending slightly, Daniel grasped her by the upper arms and hauled her out of the chair. She didn’t resist, and even through the haze of lust clouding his brain he could see that she wasn’t frightened. In fact, she seemed...anticipatory. Hungry.
“Why, Daniel. Such strong-armed tact--”
Hands rising to her head, he held her still and roughly smothered the rest of her smirking comment with his mouth.
Vala gave in fully to the kiss, participating as eagerly as she had just participated in depleting the ship’s provisions, growling low and deep in her throat, her hands fisting in his tee shirt. He responded in kind, sliding one hand down her back to grasp her ass, the other tunnelling through the thick silk of her hair to cup the back of her neck.
She tasted like the fruit and pudding he’d watched her inhale, and a unique flavor he ascribed solely to this woman, this sexy alien who had single-handedly hijacked a battlecruiser and fought with fierce skill and sensuous grace, and he craved more.
Flattening her palms against his chest, she pushed firmly while sharply pulling her head back, breaking free of his mouth, his hold. Before he could utter a word in protest, she darted in and nipped his bottom lip sharply. She stepped away with a cocked eyebrow, her gaze measuring.
Fury flickered, tangled with his arousal, egged him on. Reaching up, Daniel grasped the zipper tab of her jumpsuit and yanked downward, unconcerned as the action caused her to lurch unsteadily. She recovered however, hastily slipping her arms free of the sleeves and shimmying the suit down off her hips to puddle at her bare feet.
Despite the need hammering through his body, he was distracted by the sway of her breasts and the smooth expanse of her flat, toned stomach and could only stand gaping. She made a “tsk”ing noise, kicking her jumpsuit aside as she stepped into him and proceeded to make short work of his belt and the button-fly of his pants. Her hands slid beneath his waistband, fingernails scoring his ass with just the right pressure before she raked the boxers down recklessly over his erection, the look flicked at him both a taunt and a promise.
The sweet sharp jut of her hips filled his hands and he squeezed as he braced himself and lifted her onto the table. She sucked in a breath as her bare bottom met the cold surface. He didn’t give her time to complain, yanking her to the very edge and leaning forward to cover her mouth once more. She responded by winding her legs around his hips and crossing her ankles, heels digging into his ass and pulling him closer. He groaned into her mouth and shuddered as her hand slipped between them to grasp him firmly, hips thrusting into the contact.
His hand shook as he slid it from her hip and down, fingers tangling with hers, and together they guided him into her tight, wet heat.
Between gasps for air and short, frantic kisses, they found their rhythm quickly, seamlessly, and Daniel knew he wouldn’t last long. Vala’s whimpers and the tension of her body revealed her similar state. He thrust harder, rising up on his toes with the effort, breathing harshly into her open mouth.
Suddenly she was jerking against him, fingers digging into his back as she gasped his name. A few more strokes and he followed her over the edge.
“Vala.”
***
Daniel jolted awake, half-rising from the bed, the taste and feel of her name on his lips. His breathing was altered, his pulse thundered in his ears. Remnants of his dream floated in his consciousness, heady and powerful. And arousing.
The sheets rustled as the mattress dipped, and then a warm weight was pressing against his side. Gentle fingers glided across his sternum to pat his chest, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“Daniel?” Vala’s sleepy voice asked. “What’s wrong?”
“Dream,” he gasped, flustered.
Vala’s fingers tapped teasingly on his flesh, directly over his heart. “Hmmm,” she murmured. “Your heart is racing. Was it a...good...dream, Daniel?”
Exhaling shakily, head falling back into his pillow, he smiled. “Yes,” he told her, his voice a rasp. “It was a good dream.”
“Mmmm...do tell.”
“You and I, on the Prometheus. Watching you eat today after the mission must have triggered my memories.” He shifted to arrange her more comfortably against him before continuing. “We were at the table in the commissary, I was watching you eat, astounded at all the food you were putting away, trying to not let you get under my skin. You threw that damn apple at me, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I cleared the table with my arm, pulled you out of the chair and we had sex on the table.”
A smoky laugh, caressing his ears as her hand caressed his chest and belly with slow, languid strokes. “Oh, then it was a very good dream.”
He flipped them both swiftly and settled himself in the cradle of her legs, his upper body propped up by his elbows, which caged her head. Her eyes met his and they smiled at each other. He rocked his pelvis, his smile widening as her eyes fluttered shut and she bit her lip. “Yes, a very good dream.”
“Show me,” she said.
She whined his name in dismay when he backed off of her and rose to his knees. “Come with me,” he told her, holding out his hand. “I’ve got an idea.” His mind was already cataloguing the contents of his fridge.
As he led her down the hallway to the kitchen, her muttered comment made him smile.
“I knew you watched when you undressed me.”
***
End