Vala Longstocking
or
How do you explain lingerie to Landry?
"Daniel." Hands were slowly roaming his body. "Give it to me. I need it."
Shivers of pleasure made the small hair on his neck stand. A small warm hand gently rubbed his sore muscles.
"We could do this the easy way, or the hard way. Need I tell you which I prefer?!"
He didn't care, whatever was happening, he felt as though he was in heaven. Puffs of warm breath lingered at the sensitive spot below his right ear while the roaming hands continued their explorations. Over his chest, over his front. Front pockets? He shifted slightly.
"Where is the blasted thing?"
The pleasures began to dissipate and rougher movements ensued. Over to his backside, into his back pockets? Slowly they found their way across his hips into his front pockets! Something wasn't right.
Daniel awoke abruptly and realised that he, yet again, had fallen asleep at his desk. His back was sore, and of course, a sheet paper had stuck to his cheek. He sat up and raised his right hand to his neck and the other to the base of his nose. Where had he put his glasses?
Strangely enough though, he felt well rested. It was unusual whenever he fell asleep at his desk. A brief flash of memory of warm hands made his senses come alert, only to be buried deep a second later. A dream? A pleasant dream? No. He didn't have pleasant dreams anymore. If he ever dream at all and the dreams he did have were usually all mumbled up, the Ori, Goa'uld, being trapped, captured, threatened by death. Take a pick. He preferred not to dream. That's why he couldn't shake this feeling of...something. He couldn't remember. All he could conjure up was that it had felt good. That, if anything, made him slightly uncomfortable. 'Good' was not a feeling he was well acquainted with these days.
He located his glasses neatly tucked away in one of the front pockets of his shirt. He put them on, only to find them smudged with fingerprints. How? No one wearing glasses regularly, in their right mind, would normally be so thoughtless. Was I so tired last night that I didn't think when I took them off? Apparently so.
He looked down at his papers and saw that he had actually managed to finish the translations he had been working on. He started to sort them when there was a knock at his door.
"It's open!"
Teal'c entered. "Daniel Jackson" he looked around, "have you eaten?"
Daniel rose, took off the glasses and tried to clean them with the hem of his shirt. "No, I haven't. I fell asleep at the desk."
Teal'c raised an eyebrow as to indicate 'again?' Daniel sighed. "Yes, again." He paused for a moment. "I had the strangest dream last night." He froze momentarily and swept a confused gaze around his office as if trying to recall what it had been about. He failed.
"Let's go"