Ficlet: "Convincing Daniel"
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Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing: Daniel/Janet
Line: "I must be dreaming"
Spoilers: I wrote it, with the intent that it's after "Heroes". But an alternate "Heroes." But it has no spoilers in at all.
Author's Notes: Fic I'm happy with! Stargate fic I'm happy with! Fic with some resemblence of a plot that I'm happy with! Woo hoo!! *happy dance* Although the 4am start this morning, and the two hour train journeys are not things I wish to replicate to write again *g* Hugs towendywoo for the beta, and sorting out the "laying"/"lying"/"getting laid" problem ;)
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"Was it a vision or a waking dream?
Fled is that music: do I wake or sleep?"
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"I must be dreaming," Daniel whispered, as he reached out to her. She felt warm to his touch, and a single tear trickled down his cheek. "You left."
"Daniel…" Her voice was soft and full of compassion. There was a questioning look in her hauntingly familiar brown eyes and he couldn't look away.
"If I'm dreaming, I don't ever want to wake," he said, his hand tracing up the length of her bare arm, up her neck to her cheek. She shivered slightly at the feather-light touch, never breaking eye contact with him.
"Please tell me you're really here." There was a desperate, pleading note in his voice. "Please don't let me wake up and find you gone."
"You're not dreaming, Daniel," she said, as his hand moved from her cheek to her hair. His fingers gently combed through the silky strands, twisting the ends around his index finger. "I'm here. I've come back to you."
"There's only one way to prove that I'm not dreaming," he murmured.
"Want me to pinch you?" Janet suggested, her eyes sparkling.
"No, I've got another idea," he said, hesitantly leaning forward. His lips brushed softly against hers. She stiffened slightly at first, but when he started to pull back, she entwined her arms around his neck, keeping his mouth on hers. The kiss grew more frantic and passionate as they tasted and explored; neither one wanting to pull away.
"Now do you believe that you're not dreaming," she asked breathlessly when they eventually separated.
"Do you think you could do that again, just to make sure?" he asked, grinning impishly. She laughed, but willingly leant in to kiss him again.
She pulled away and smiled shyly at him. He pulled her down onto the bed, and propped his head up on his elbow. She mirrored his actions and they lay there face-to-face.
"So, have you worked it all out yet?" he asked.
She hesitated slightly. "Not all of it," she admitted. She reached across to take his free hand, tangling their fingers together. "But I have worked out where home is."
anrFandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing: Daniel/Janet
Line: "I must be dreaming"
Spoilers: I wrote it, with the intent that it's after "Heroes". But an alternate "Heroes." But it has no spoilers in at all.
Author's Notes: Fic I'm happy with! Stargate fic I'm happy with! Fic with some resemblence of a plot that I'm happy with! Woo hoo!! *happy dance* Although the 4am start this morning, and the two hour train journeys are not things I wish to replicate to write again *g* Hugs to
wendywoo for the beta, and sorting out the "laying"/"lying"/"Was it a vision or a waking dream?
Fled is that music: do I wake or sleep?"
* ~ * ~ *
"I must be dreaming," Daniel whispered, as he reached out to her. She felt warm to his touch, and a single tear trickled down his cheek. "You left."
"Daniel…" Her voice was soft and full of compassion. There was a questioning look in her hauntingly familiar brown eyes and he couldn't look away.
"If I'm dreaming, I don't ever want to wake," he said, his hand tracing up the length of her bare arm, up her neck to her cheek. She shivered slightly at the feather-light touch, never breaking eye contact with him.
"Please tell me you're really here." There was a desperate, pleading note in his voice. "Please don't let me wake up and find you gone."
"You're not dreaming, Daniel," she said, as his hand moved from her cheek to her hair. His fingers gently combed through the silky strands, twisting the ends around his index finger. "I'm here. I've come back to you."
"There's only one way to prove that I'm not dreaming," he murmured.
"Want me to pinch you?" Janet suggested, her eyes sparkling.
"No, I've got another idea," he said, hesitantly leaning forward. His lips brushed softly against hers. She stiffened slightly at first, but when he started to pull back, she entwined her arms around his neck, keeping his mouth on hers. The kiss grew more frantic and passionate as they tasted and explored; neither one wanting to pull away.
"Now do you believe that you're not dreaming," she asked breathlessly when they eventually separated.
"Do you think you could do that again, just to make sure?" he asked, grinning impishly. She laughed, but willingly leant in to kiss him again.
She pulled away and smiled shyly at him. He pulled her down onto the bed, and propped his head up on his elbow. She mirrored his actions and they lay there face-to-face.
"So, have you worked it all out yet?" he asked.
She hesitated slightly. "Not all of it," she admitted. She reached across to take his free hand, tangling their fingers together. "But I have worked out where home is."
