FIC: Somnolence (sam/daniel) Adult
So, in agreement with moonshayde, it was my turn to write the Sam/Daniel episode tag for S10. She wrote one for Flesh and Blood, and here is mine for Morpheus. :)
Read on for smutty goodness.
Somnolence
By Jennghis
Pairing: Sam/Daniel
Rating: Adult. (graphic references to sex, adult language)
Category: Smut, episode tag
Warnings- Spoilers for Morpheus. S10
A/N- You know, I’m lazy, so I’m assuming you’ve seen Morpheus and basically know what’s going on.
**
Right at this moment, Daniel Jackson hated books. In all the hundreds, maybe thousands, of times he’d tried to stay up just a bit later so he could read one more page, he’d never imagined this. And how horrible it would feel.
The words on the page in front of him blurred, and he felt his head drooping. He tried to lift it up again, and his eyes slid shut.
“Daniel!”
Sam’s voice split through his haze. He jerked himself back up and glanced at her. “Sorry.”
She nodded in understanding, her own weariness showing through in spades. She looked back down at her own book, but he watched her, saw the way her eyes remained stationary and didn’t slide across the page.
This was getting them nowhere. And his skin crawled with the idea of a parasite in his head. In his brain, like a little zombie bug, eating as he slept and died. He had a sudden auditory hallucination of a tiny, high voice crying, “Braaaaaains!”
He snorted, tried to hold back the sound that he was suddenly sure would come out as a giggle. And maybe a bit hysterical at that.
“What?” Sam looked up at him with a worn smile, but there was a sparkle in her eyes.
“Ahh…” he debated whether to say anything or not. With Dr. Reimer lying dead in the next house over, ‘Not’ won. “Nothing. Just thinking about the parasites.”
She gave him an odd look. “Yeah… funny.”
He smiled at her, letting his expression tell her she didn’t want to know. They’d been working together long enough that she took those silent communications seriously. She just shook her head and looked down at her book. The interlude had helped though. Her eyes started scanning over the page again, sliding right and then jerking left in a rapid rhythm that would have amazed him if he didn’t read just as fast as she did.
He looked back down at his book.
The next thing he knew, Sam’s hand was running over his back, squeezing his shoulder, her voice bringing him back from the depths as she warned him not to sleep. He hadn’t even realized she’d gotten up. “Daniel, you can’t fall asleep. You hear me?”
It was an order. Her commanding tone of voice, but not the one she used on cadets and defiant subordinates. The soft tone she used with SG-1. She means it, but softly. Not mad. Worried.
Then she took the pills away, and he felt a little defeat slip inside. He stared at the table as she moved behind him again, still feeling the pressure of her hand on his shoulder. He had a sudden image of her hand sliding from his shoulder to his neck and then her fingers sliding through his hair, soothing over his scalp, tugging a little in affection. His scalp prickled, and he could practically feel the cool air between the strands of his hair. He felt suddenly very alert, and he sat up.
Where the hell had that come from? He shrugged it off after a few odd moments. Sam wasn’t afraid of being affectionate with him, or of showing that physically. He enjoyed it. It was why he felt so comfortable with her in his personal space. Why he felt perfectly fine about walking right up and penetrating hers. She offered comfort. It was natural to want that, especially in a situation like this.
She cleared her throat from across the room, drawing his attention as she scanned the shelves of books. “You awake?”
“Yeah,” he reassured her. “Maybe we should sing or something.”
She shot him a wry look. “We need to stay awake, not go deaf.”
He gave a small, teasing grin. And was abruptly overwhelmed by an image of himself, sitting here, grinning, and Sam was running long, pale fingers over his lips.
He stopped smiling and stared at her. Her smile faded as well. “What’s the matter?”
“Uhh…” he shook his head. “Nothing. I uh, I guess the situation is getting to me a little bit.”
She peered at him suspiciously. “Are you sure?”
He nodded. “Yeah. I’m fine… as I can be… considering,” he added, correcting himself as he went.
She brought another book over to the table and sank down into her chair with a sigh. He watched as she opened it and then bent over, resting her head in her hand, fingers threading through blond hair and pushing it back over her head.
Her hair always looked so soft. He’d wondered, from time to time, what it would feel like to comb his fingers through it. How smooth and sleek the strands might be.
Her eyes jerked up to meet his. He started, but gave a smile and looked down. He felt her staring at him for a long moment before returning to her book.
Okay, that was odd. Well, on top of having a parasite in your brain trying to put you to sleep so it could feed on you that is.
He tried to concentrate on the book.
His mind wandered. He rolled his eyes up to watch Sam from beneath his brows. She was bent quietly over her book again, hand cradling her own chin. There was hair in her eyes that she didn’t seem to notice, and the fine arch of her neck drew his gaze. She looked so delicate there, where the top of her shirt ended along with the last, curved bump of her spine.
He realized his breath was catching and his mouth was dry. And he was very much imagining pressing his lips to her skin there, dragging his tongue over that delicate line of spine, sucking softly at her nape as the heat from her back soaked into his chest. Was that something she’d like?
She coughed suddenly, fingertips tucking into her mouth nervously as she pressed her lips down on them.
Daniel widened his eyes and jerked his gaze away from her. Jesus Christ! What the hell… He pushed away from the table and shook his head as he walked to their store of supplies. This was just… insane. Why now? Was that parasite having some unexpected effects on him? He grabbed a bottle of water, twisting the cap off and swallowing several cool mouthfuls.
He licked his lips, trying to compose himself. There was a window in front of him, and when he looked at it, he could see Sam’s reflection where she sat behind him. She was watching him, worriedly.
He said nothing since she hadn’t, and he slowly sipped the water.
It wasn’t like he’d never thought of her in sexual terms before. Of course he had. It was just that their friendship, so intense at first and full of possibilities (even with, and despite of, his love for Sha’re), had tempered over time. It had settled into a comfortable place where they simply didn’t view each other as an option anymore.
Or maybe that wasn’t completely correct. Because he’d always seen her as an option, and frankly, if he was honest with himself, had she ever come to him and shown an interest in more than friendship, he’d have given it to her. Whatever she wanted. Regardless of who was in his life at the time. Or in hers.
It was true. It might have been something he hadn’t given a lot of thought to before, but there it was. And their flirting had stayed safe and teasing and well within the lines.
He looked up again and gazed at her reflection in the window, suddenly not able to stop himself from imagining what would happen if she ever decided he was an option, and one she wanted to try. Blue eyes looking into his, growing darker as he brought his mouth in close. Her lips feeling soft and alive beneath his, letting him in with a slow, silky slide of her tongue.
He closed his eyes briefly. He felt her hands slipping up his back, pulling him closer. Felt her mouth giving way to his as he slid a hand behind her head, holding her steady. She’d do that for him. She’d let him lead and let her rank fall away. He knew because she did it all the time for him.
He opened his eyes, and she was sitting back in her chair, staring at him steadily. He cleared his throat and turned, holding up the bottle. “Want one?”
“Umm…” she seemed to shake her head a bit, blinking at him. “Oh. Yes, thanks.”
He brought her a bottle, his gaze meeting hers as he handed it to her. She looked directly into his eyes and hesitated, as if she was searching for something. “What?” he asked softly.
She took the bottle and furrowed her brows worriedly. “Are you, uh… having hallucinations?”
He stopped moving and stared at her. “Yeah.” His mouth was suddenly dry again. “You too?”
“Yeah. Just some… minor ones, but… they’re a little weird.”
“Yeah.” He waited for her to say more, but she didn’t. Because the next step was explaining what the hallucinations were, and she didn’t want to do that. He chewed at his lip absently. Neither did he. “Probably pretty natural for sleep deprivation, isn’t it?”
She shrugged. “Sure. Anytime you’re messing with the brain, things can get a little weird.”
He really wanted to know what was going through her mind, but asking her would be akin to offering her his own visions, and he really didn’t want to do that.
He sat back down at the table. “Well, if I start babbling about how I can fly, and I try to climb up to the roof, please stop me.”
She focused on him with an amused grin. “Sure. If I start ripping all my clothes off and claiming I’m invisible, please stop me.”
He lifted his brows and peered at her wryly. “Oooh-kay. Or how about I don’t and just enjoy the show?”
She kicked him under the table.
“Ow.” It didn’t hurt, but it eased the tension in his mind. She looked back down at her book, smiling.
He tried to concentrate once again, and maybe if she hadn’t put such a tantalizing mental picture in his head, he could have. But…
He’d seen her mostly naked before. A few times. Mostly being the operative word there. Once he’d walked into the locker room a bit too early and caught her in a towel, and her gym clothes left little to the imagination, especially when she was doing shoulder presses right in front of him. And considering his penchant for coming back from the dead in the nude, it was amazing that she’d never seen him in full glory.
He realized he was imagining her naked; standing before him with skin that was pale all over, round hips, full breasts, and he was clearly seeing each blemish on her skin. His hand slid up and over her ribs, his skin a golden contrast to her lighter shade, and then his fingers circled the dark nipple of her breast, bringing it up, hard and tight. He was cupping her whole breast, feeling the weight, thumb rasping over the nipple and she was breathing fast.
He swallowed and dug his nails into his palm, jerking his attention back to the book. He was hard. Or at least half hard and feeling the definite sense of arousal and blood moving and wanting more. He glanced at Sam. She was staring down at her book with intense concentration, her body so still and quiet he could hear his own heart beat in his head.
This was ridiculous.
Except he didn’t feel ridiculous. He felt tired and turned-on and confused, because he’d had plenty of sexual thoughts about her before, but they’d never been this intense and this insistent and this… relentless. Because even now he was still seeing her naked, but now he was naked too, chest smooth and cock hard, arching up toward her as he stood in front of her, and that wasn’t even what his cock looked like. And he didn’t care because Sam was stepping closer and her hand was sliding around him and pushing down and then pulling up, palm slipping and catching against his skin, before she squeezed and his legs wanted to buckle.
“Unh…” he felt the sound slip from his lips before he could stop it. The image stopped.
“Daniel?” Sam was looking at him, concerned.
“Tired,” he murmured, looking away from her. He tried to surreptitiously press the heel of one hand against the fly of his pants. It only made his cock harder. Damn it!
“I know it’s hard,” she commiserated, and his head jerked up to stare at her. “But you have to stay awake.”
He bit the inside of his lip. “I know. I’m trying.”
He didn’t even try to concentrate on the book in the silence that followed. He was hyper-aware of Sam’s proximity. The way she smelled, the soft shush of air when she moved, the way her breasts lifted as she breathed. He lowered his forehead into his palm, elbow braced on the table, and stared down at his book. His dick was practically throbbing. For Christ’s sake.
The weariness was punching at him behind his eyes. His body was fatigued and heavy, but he couldn’t think about anything but his dick. And he was by no means a prude. He’d always been more prurient about sex than people thought. He closed his eyes, and the exhaustion fell in upon him. He saw himself leaning back in his chair, and Sam coming forward, both of them as naked as they’d been before. She was dropping down to sit on her heels, hands sliding up his thighs, spreading his legs, sliding up through the rough hair to the crease between thigh and hip. He was so hard it hurt, and his cock finally looked like his. On the thick side and straight and (Holy. Crap.) disappearing into Sam Carter’s mouth as he watched. His whole body tightened.
There was a sudden scrape of a chair, and Daniel jumped. He glanced up to find Sam quickly standing and moving toward the door. “Sam?”
“I’ve gotta get some air. I’ll be back.” And she was gone.
He stared down at the table top wondering what had just happened. Then he let his forehead fall down and smack against the book. “Holy…”
**
She came back 15 minutes later. She walked in and around the room a bit, her steps slow, and when she passed behind him, he heard her fall. He was out of his chair in an instant, going down with her, trying to get her up again.
“Sam! Hang in there. Just a little longer.”
He felt a wave of fatigue, so deep and paralyzing that he couldn’t resist. Like someone had turned the lights off in his brain. He had to struggle to see the people who seemed to suddenly appear in his vision.
When they put him in the isolation unit, he couldn’t resist. He was no longer awake, not fully asleep. And the images raced in his mind. From Teal’c and Cam and Dr. Reimer to books and lizards and men in helmets. And Sam. Kissing him, her mouth wet and warm. Sam against the wall as he slid into her from behind, driving his hips forward, pressing her hard, and she was moaning close to his ear, saying his name, making him feel that if he couldn't come right now, he’d die.
Sam in a coffin looking up at the sky. Him beside her.
**
“They were nasty little buggers,” the doctor said, holding up the glass and shaking it, the dead corpse of the parasite bouncing around inside.
Daniel grimaced at the sight. He glanced at Sam in the next bed. “You know, I can’t even watch documentaries on insects anymore.”
Sam returned his grimace. “I fully expect to have about a million phobias once I’m in the old folk’s home.”
Teal’c and Cameron were still sleeping, their beds on the opposite side of Sam, the curtains pulled close around them for privacy. Daniel relaxed back against his pillows. “I heard a nurse talking about hallucinations earlier.”
The doctor shrugged and nodded. “Yes. Colonel Mitchell was having some very strong ones when they found him in the cave. The chemical the parasite released had some hallucinogenic effects, and that along with the lack of sleep and elevated temperature brought on some very strong and realistic hallucinations.”
“Wow,” Sam said, and there was a relief in her voice that Daniel felt as well.
The doctor glanced at both of them in fascination. “Even more interesting is that we determined the parasites were actually, well, either part of a hive mind or telepathic in a way and they shared hallucinations!”
Daniel froze then blinked at the doctor. He opened his mouth to speak, but Sam beat him to it.
“Excuse me?”
The doctor nodded. “Oh yes. The parasites gave off a sort of strange signal, similar to echo-location, and, well, it was only good for a very short range, maybe 3 yards or so, but it allowed Teal’c and Colonel Mitchell to share the same hallucinations.”
Daniel stared at the doctor, mouth running dry as a desert. “You’re kidding.”
“No. It only happened with strong thoughts or hallucinations that caused a heightened emotional state, but the data was very clear!”
Daniel glanced at Sam.
She cleared her throat nervously but didn’t look at him. “How, uh… how would you determine if what you were seeing was your own thought or someone else’s?”
The doctor shrugged. “Well, the Colonel reported seeing himself in his hallucinations as if he were standing outside of his body and looking at it as another person. That’s an odd thought process for a person to have. It’s not usually how we think of ourselves in our mind, so we’re guessing those thoughts belonged to Teal’c.”
There was a brief silence then, and Daniel felt like the room was spinning a bit.
“I think I’m a little tired right now,” he heard Sam say.
The doctor replaced her clipboard and gave them both a satisfied look. “Get some rest. It’s what you need the most.”
When she was gone, the infirmary fell into silence.
“So…” Daniel finally said, quietly.
“So,” Sam replied. She shifted nervously in her bed.
He finally glanced at her. “Were you seeing what I was seeing?”
She glanced at him, away, and then back again, chewing at the inside of her lip. “Lots of, um… naked?”
“Yeah. That.” Even now he felt a bit of heat in his skin at the thought. “We can, um… just not speak of this again.”
Sam nodded absently. “If you want.”
If he wants? Daniel turned his head to look at her straight on. “Sam?”
She looked up and smiled. “You know… my breasts aren’t actually that big…”
He reddened a bit. “Ahh, well, my ah-“ he motioned toward his crotch. “-isn’t actually that, er, curved.”
She ducked her head, hiding a grin. “Okay then. Well. At least we’ll get it right next time.”
“Next time?”
She met his eyes with a sheepish smile. “Joke.”
“Ahh.”
Sam plucked at the sheet over her legs. “I was hoping the parasites would turn out to excuse everything.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Me too.”
When she was silent, he struggled to contain everything. “Sam. This doesn’t have to mean anything. It doesn’t have to go any further.”
She seemed to wince a bit, and sink further into her pillows. She pressed her lips together briefly before looking up and meeting his gaze. “It can’t go any further, Daniel. You’re a civilian, yes, but you still have to follow the rules, and even more important, I have to follow the rules.”
“Right,” he said after a beat. Right. He didn’t like the way his stomach fell. “Sam,” he said softly.
She glanced at him. “What?”
“I just want you to know… that I’m an option. Anytime.”
She considered him for few long moments before nodding. “Thanks.”
He nodded firmly, ready to put the matter to rest for now.
“Hey,” Sam suddenly chirped.
Daniel looked at her. “What?”
She gave him a mischievous smile. “What do you think happened between Cam and Teal’c?”
Daniel grinned.
~end~
Bleah, I hate Sunday nights.
Read on for smutty goodness.
Somnolence
By Jennghis
Pairing: Sam/Daniel
Rating: Adult. (graphic references to sex, adult language)
Category: Smut, episode tag
Warnings- Spoilers for Morpheus. S10
A/N- You know, I’m lazy, so I’m assuming you’ve seen Morpheus and basically know what’s going on.
**
Right at this moment, Daniel Jackson hated books. In all the hundreds, maybe thousands, of times he’d tried to stay up just a bit later so he could read one more page, he’d never imagined this. And how horrible it would feel.
The words on the page in front of him blurred, and he felt his head drooping. He tried to lift it up again, and his eyes slid shut.
“Daniel!”
Sam’s voice split through his haze. He jerked himself back up and glanced at her. “Sorry.”
She nodded in understanding, her own weariness showing through in spades. She looked back down at her own book, but he watched her, saw the way her eyes remained stationary and didn’t slide across the page.
This was getting them nowhere. And his skin crawled with the idea of a parasite in his head. In his brain, like a little zombie bug, eating as he slept and died. He had a sudden auditory hallucination of a tiny, high voice crying, “Braaaaaains!”
He snorted, tried to hold back the sound that he was suddenly sure would come out as a giggle. And maybe a bit hysterical at that.
“What?” Sam looked up at him with a worn smile, but there was a sparkle in her eyes.
“Ahh…” he debated whether to say anything or not. With Dr. Reimer lying dead in the next house over, ‘Not’ won. “Nothing. Just thinking about the parasites.”
She gave him an odd look. “Yeah… funny.”
He smiled at her, letting his expression tell her she didn’t want to know. They’d been working together long enough that she took those silent communications seriously. She just shook her head and looked down at her book. The interlude had helped though. Her eyes started scanning over the page again, sliding right and then jerking left in a rapid rhythm that would have amazed him if he didn’t read just as fast as she did.
He looked back down at his book.
The next thing he knew, Sam’s hand was running over his back, squeezing his shoulder, her voice bringing him back from the depths as she warned him not to sleep. He hadn’t even realized she’d gotten up. “Daniel, you can’t fall asleep. You hear me?”
It was an order. Her commanding tone of voice, but not the one she used on cadets and defiant subordinates. The soft tone she used with SG-1. She means it, but softly. Not mad. Worried.
Then she took the pills away, and he felt a little defeat slip inside. He stared at the table as she moved behind him again, still feeling the pressure of her hand on his shoulder. He had a sudden image of her hand sliding from his shoulder to his neck and then her fingers sliding through his hair, soothing over his scalp, tugging a little in affection. His scalp prickled, and he could practically feel the cool air between the strands of his hair. He felt suddenly very alert, and he sat up.
Where the hell had that come from? He shrugged it off after a few odd moments. Sam wasn’t afraid of being affectionate with him, or of showing that physically. He enjoyed it. It was why he felt so comfortable with her in his personal space. Why he felt perfectly fine about walking right up and penetrating hers. She offered comfort. It was natural to want that, especially in a situation like this.
She cleared her throat from across the room, drawing his attention as she scanned the shelves of books. “You awake?”
“Yeah,” he reassured her. “Maybe we should sing or something.”
She shot him a wry look. “We need to stay awake, not go deaf.”
He gave a small, teasing grin. And was abruptly overwhelmed by an image of himself, sitting here, grinning, and Sam was running long, pale fingers over his lips.
He stopped smiling and stared at her. Her smile faded as well. “What’s the matter?”
“Uhh…” he shook his head. “Nothing. I uh, I guess the situation is getting to me a little bit.”
She peered at him suspiciously. “Are you sure?”
He nodded. “Yeah. I’m fine… as I can be… considering,” he added, correcting himself as he went.
She brought another book over to the table and sank down into her chair with a sigh. He watched as she opened it and then bent over, resting her head in her hand, fingers threading through blond hair and pushing it back over her head.
Her hair always looked so soft. He’d wondered, from time to time, what it would feel like to comb his fingers through it. How smooth and sleek the strands might be.
Her eyes jerked up to meet his. He started, but gave a smile and looked down. He felt her staring at him for a long moment before returning to her book.
Okay, that was odd. Well, on top of having a parasite in your brain trying to put you to sleep so it could feed on you that is.
He tried to concentrate on the book.
His mind wandered. He rolled his eyes up to watch Sam from beneath his brows. She was bent quietly over her book again, hand cradling her own chin. There was hair in her eyes that she didn’t seem to notice, and the fine arch of her neck drew his gaze. She looked so delicate there, where the top of her shirt ended along with the last, curved bump of her spine.
He realized his breath was catching and his mouth was dry. And he was very much imagining pressing his lips to her skin there, dragging his tongue over that delicate line of spine, sucking softly at her nape as the heat from her back soaked into his chest. Was that something she’d like?
She coughed suddenly, fingertips tucking into her mouth nervously as she pressed her lips down on them.
Daniel widened his eyes and jerked his gaze away from her. Jesus Christ! What the hell… He pushed away from the table and shook his head as he walked to their store of supplies. This was just… insane. Why now? Was that parasite having some unexpected effects on him? He grabbed a bottle of water, twisting the cap off and swallowing several cool mouthfuls.
He licked his lips, trying to compose himself. There was a window in front of him, and when he looked at it, he could see Sam’s reflection where she sat behind him. She was watching him, worriedly.
He said nothing since she hadn’t, and he slowly sipped the water.
It wasn’t like he’d never thought of her in sexual terms before. Of course he had. It was just that their friendship, so intense at first and full of possibilities (even with, and despite of, his love for Sha’re), had tempered over time. It had settled into a comfortable place where they simply didn’t view each other as an option anymore.
Or maybe that wasn’t completely correct. Because he’d always seen her as an option, and frankly, if he was honest with himself, had she ever come to him and shown an interest in more than friendship, he’d have given it to her. Whatever she wanted. Regardless of who was in his life at the time. Or in hers.
It was true. It might have been something he hadn’t given a lot of thought to before, but there it was. And their flirting had stayed safe and teasing and well within the lines.
He looked up again and gazed at her reflection in the window, suddenly not able to stop himself from imagining what would happen if she ever decided he was an option, and one she wanted to try. Blue eyes looking into his, growing darker as he brought his mouth in close. Her lips feeling soft and alive beneath his, letting him in with a slow, silky slide of her tongue.
He closed his eyes briefly. He felt her hands slipping up his back, pulling him closer. Felt her mouth giving way to his as he slid a hand behind her head, holding her steady. She’d do that for him. She’d let him lead and let her rank fall away. He knew because she did it all the time for him.
He opened his eyes, and she was sitting back in her chair, staring at him steadily. He cleared his throat and turned, holding up the bottle. “Want one?”
“Umm…” she seemed to shake her head a bit, blinking at him. “Oh. Yes, thanks.”
He brought her a bottle, his gaze meeting hers as he handed it to her. She looked directly into his eyes and hesitated, as if she was searching for something. “What?” he asked softly.
She took the bottle and furrowed her brows worriedly. “Are you, uh… having hallucinations?”
He stopped moving and stared at her. “Yeah.” His mouth was suddenly dry again. “You too?”
“Yeah. Just some… minor ones, but… they’re a little weird.”
“Yeah.” He waited for her to say more, but she didn’t. Because the next step was explaining what the hallucinations were, and she didn’t want to do that. He chewed at his lip absently. Neither did he. “Probably pretty natural for sleep deprivation, isn’t it?”
She shrugged. “Sure. Anytime you’re messing with the brain, things can get a little weird.”
He really wanted to know what was going through her mind, but asking her would be akin to offering her his own visions, and he really didn’t want to do that.
He sat back down at the table. “Well, if I start babbling about how I can fly, and I try to climb up to the roof, please stop me.”
She focused on him with an amused grin. “Sure. If I start ripping all my clothes off and claiming I’m invisible, please stop me.”
He lifted his brows and peered at her wryly. “Oooh-kay. Or how about I don’t and just enjoy the show?”
She kicked him under the table.
“Ow.” It didn’t hurt, but it eased the tension in his mind. She looked back down at her book, smiling.
He tried to concentrate once again, and maybe if she hadn’t put such a tantalizing mental picture in his head, he could have. But…
He’d seen her mostly naked before. A few times. Mostly being the operative word there. Once he’d walked into the locker room a bit too early and caught her in a towel, and her gym clothes left little to the imagination, especially when she was doing shoulder presses right in front of him. And considering his penchant for coming back from the dead in the nude, it was amazing that she’d never seen him in full glory.
He realized he was imagining her naked; standing before him with skin that was pale all over, round hips, full breasts, and he was clearly seeing each blemish on her skin. His hand slid up and over her ribs, his skin a golden contrast to her lighter shade, and then his fingers circled the dark nipple of her breast, bringing it up, hard and tight. He was cupping her whole breast, feeling the weight, thumb rasping over the nipple and she was breathing fast.
He swallowed and dug his nails into his palm, jerking his attention back to the book. He was hard. Or at least half hard and feeling the definite sense of arousal and blood moving and wanting more. He glanced at Sam. She was staring down at her book with intense concentration, her body so still and quiet he could hear his own heart beat in his head.
This was ridiculous.
Except he didn’t feel ridiculous. He felt tired and turned-on and confused, because he’d had plenty of sexual thoughts about her before, but they’d never been this intense and this insistent and this… relentless. Because even now he was still seeing her naked, but now he was naked too, chest smooth and cock hard, arching up toward her as he stood in front of her, and that wasn’t even what his cock looked like. And he didn’t care because Sam was stepping closer and her hand was sliding around him and pushing down and then pulling up, palm slipping and catching against his skin, before she squeezed and his legs wanted to buckle.
“Unh…” he felt the sound slip from his lips before he could stop it. The image stopped.
“Daniel?” Sam was looking at him, concerned.
“Tired,” he murmured, looking away from her. He tried to surreptitiously press the heel of one hand against the fly of his pants. It only made his cock harder. Damn it!
“I know it’s hard,” she commiserated, and his head jerked up to stare at her. “But you have to stay awake.”
He bit the inside of his lip. “I know. I’m trying.”
He didn’t even try to concentrate on the book in the silence that followed. He was hyper-aware of Sam’s proximity. The way she smelled, the soft shush of air when she moved, the way her breasts lifted as she breathed. He lowered his forehead into his palm, elbow braced on the table, and stared down at his book. His dick was practically throbbing. For Christ’s sake.
The weariness was punching at him behind his eyes. His body was fatigued and heavy, but he couldn’t think about anything but his dick. And he was by no means a prude. He’d always been more prurient about sex than people thought. He closed his eyes, and the exhaustion fell in upon him. He saw himself leaning back in his chair, and Sam coming forward, both of them as naked as they’d been before. She was dropping down to sit on her heels, hands sliding up his thighs, spreading his legs, sliding up through the rough hair to the crease between thigh and hip. He was so hard it hurt, and his cock finally looked like his. On the thick side and straight and (Holy. Crap.) disappearing into Sam Carter’s mouth as he watched. His whole body tightened.
There was a sudden scrape of a chair, and Daniel jumped. He glanced up to find Sam quickly standing and moving toward the door. “Sam?”
“I’ve gotta get some air. I’ll be back.” And she was gone.
He stared down at the table top wondering what had just happened. Then he let his forehead fall down and smack against the book. “Holy…”
**
She came back 15 minutes later. She walked in and around the room a bit, her steps slow, and when she passed behind him, he heard her fall. He was out of his chair in an instant, going down with her, trying to get her up again.
“Sam! Hang in there. Just a little longer.”
He felt a wave of fatigue, so deep and paralyzing that he couldn’t resist. Like someone had turned the lights off in his brain. He had to struggle to see the people who seemed to suddenly appear in his vision.
When they put him in the isolation unit, he couldn’t resist. He was no longer awake, not fully asleep. And the images raced in his mind. From Teal’c and Cam and Dr. Reimer to books and lizards and men in helmets. And Sam. Kissing him, her mouth wet and warm. Sam against the wall as he slid into her from behind, driving his hips forward, pressing her hard, and she was moaning close to his ear, saying his name, making him feel that if he couldn't come right now, he’d die.
Sam in a coffin looking up at the sky. Him beside her.
**
“They were nasty little buggers,” the doctor said, holding up the glass and shaking it, the dead corpse of the parasite bouncing around inside.
Daniel grimaced at the sight. He glanced at Sam in the next bed. “You know, I can’t even watch documentaries on insects anymore.”
Sam returned his grimace. “I fully expect to have about a million phobias once I’m in the old folk’s home.”
Teal’c and Cameron were still sleeping, their beds on the opposite side of Sam, the curtains pulled close around them for privacy. Daniel relaxed back against his pillows. “I heard a nurse talking about hallucinations earlier.”
The doctor shrugged and nodded. “Yes. Colonel Mitchell was having some very strong ones when they found him in the cave. The chemical the parasite released had some hallucinogenic effects, and that along with the lack of sleep and elevated temperature brought on some very strong and realistic hallucinations.”
“Wow,” Sam said, and there was a relief in her voice that Daniel felt as well.
The doctor glanced at both of them in fascination. “Even more interesting is that we determined the parasites were actually, well, either part of a hive mind or telepathic in a way and they shared hallucinations!”
Daniel froze then blinked at the doctor. He opened his mouth to speak, but Sam beat him to it.
“Excuse me?”
The doctor nodded. “Oh yes. The parasites gave off a sort of strange signal, similar to echo-location, and, well, it was only good for a very short range, maybe 3 yards or so, but it allowed Teal’c and Colonel Mitchell to share the same hallucinations.”
Daniel stared at the doctor, mouth running dry as a desert. “You’re kidding.”
“No. It only happened with strong thoughts or hallucinations that caused a heightened emotional state, but the data was very clear!”
Daniel glanced at Sam.
She cleared her throat nervously but didn’t look at him. “How, uh… how would you determine if what you were seeing was your own thought or someone else’s?”
The doctor shrugged. “Well, the Colonel reported seeing himself in his hallucinations as if he were standing outside of his body and looking at it as another person. That’s an odd thought process for a person to have. It’s not usually how we think of ourselves in our mind, so we’re guessing those thoughts belonged to Teal’c.”
There was a brief silence then, and Daniel felt like the room was spinning a bit.
“I think I’m a little tired right now,” he heard Sam say.
The doctor replaced her clipboard and gave them both a satisfied look. “Get some rest. It’s what you need the most.”
When she was gone, the infirmary fell into silence.
“So…” Daniel finally said, quietly.
“So,” Sam replied. She shifted nervously in her bed.
He finally glanced at her. “Were you seeing what I was seeing?”
She glanced at him, away, and then back again, chewing at the inside of her lip. “Lots of, um… naked?”
“Yeah. That.” Even now he felt a bit of heat in his skin at the thought. “We can, um… just not speak of this again.”
Sam nodded absently. “If you want.”
If he wants? Daniel turned his head to look at her straight on. “Sam?”
She looked up and smiled. “You know… my breasts aren’t actually that big…”
He reddened a bit. “Ahh, well, my ah-“ he motioned toward his crotch. “-isn’t actually that, er, curved.”
She ducked her head, hiding a grin. “Okay then. Well. At least we’ll get it right next time.”
“Next time?”
She met his eyes with a sheepish smile. “Joke.”
“Ahh.”
Sam plucked at the sheet over her legs. “I was hoping the parasites would turn out to excuse everything.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Me too.”
When she was silent, he struggled to contain everything. “Sam. This doesn’t have to mean anything. It doesn’t have to go any further.”
She seemed to wince a bit, and sink further into her pillows. She pressed her lips together briefly before looking up and meeting his gaze. “It can’t go any further, Daniel. You’re a civilian, yes, but you still have to follow the rules, and even more important, I have to follow the rules.”
“Right,” he said after a beat. Right. He didn’t like the way his stomach fell. “Sam,” he said softly.
She glanced at him. “What?”
“I just want you to know… that I’m an option. Anytime.”
She considered him for few long moments before nodding. “Thanks.”
He nodded firmly, ready to put the matter to rest for now.
“Hey,” Sam suddenly chirped.
Daniel looked at her. “What?”
She gave him a mischievous smile. “What do you think happened between Cam and Teal’c?”
Daniel grinned.
~end~
Bleah, I hate Sunday nights.