Viva Las Vegas
Spoilers- Minor for S8-10
Disclaimer-Characters don't belong to me.
Note- this is a sequel of sorts to my previous Vegas fic. I didn't go the route expected, but then my fics rarely do.
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Daniel frowned at the strange tingling sensation that ran down the side of his face and down to his chest.
"Wake up, Daniel my love."
Daniel moved closer to the source of the warmth, pulling the feminine body to him. He buried his face into a mass of fragrant hair.
"Sha're," Daniel breathed.
Daniel jerked up as he was slapped sharply on the stomach. He blinked to clear the haze from his eyes and then again in confusion as he looked around the unfamiliar hotel room.
"Good morning, Darling."
Daniel turned to face his bedmate and gaped at the dark haired woman.
"V-Vala?" Daniel stuttered.
Vala grinned widely. "Yes, Daniel?"
Daniel jumped out o the bed as Vala's hands began to wander.
"Hey!"
Vala sprawled out, leaning her head against her hand. She eyed Daniel's naked form with appreciation.
"Well, the view just improved."
Daniel squeaked and grabbed a pillow to cover himself. "What happened?"
Vala pouted mockingly. "You don't remember? I'm crushed."
"Vala!"
"Oh fine," Vala said rolling her eyes. She reached over and grabbed a picture and a piece of paper from the bedside table. She thrust them at Daniel. "Here. Look familiar?"
Daniel leaned forward warily, keeping one hand clamped tightly on the pillow. He took the documents from her and scurried back.
Daniel's eyes widened as he studied the photograph. "Oh no."
Jack was going to kill him. Jack had warned, he had warned him!
"Oh yes," Vala said smugly.
Correction. Jack was going to die laughing. And Sam wasn't going to be much better. Jack was a bad influence on her.
Vala pouted theatrically and patted the bed in front of her. "Aren't you coming back to bed… Husband?"
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