After challenging myself to write a minimalistic yet erotica story, I pieced together Claudia's character and Vala and made them one character – obviously on a downward spiral into despair after leaving the SGC to pursue a relationship with her beloved... this emerged from the depths.
500 words – give or take!
The Last of Us
Autumn.
It's the last night they would be together.
The SGC dissipated, jarred after her resignation.
The midnight darkness from the window casts shadows over her face, the flickering candles scattered over surfaces turn up the heat of the small room of the flat. Red curtains set the tone of the mood. Her eyes are shut, savouring the feel of the moment. Daniel moves his mouth over her abs, she'd hate him normally for touching her there but right now? He couldn't give a f- "Daniel?" She hums, enjoying the exploration of her body.
The beauty queen has lost her crown. His tongue moves over her flat stomach, tasting her sweat and sex. He fills his lungs and mouth with her. Daniel laps at the silver stretch marks running from her naval to her belly button. "No..." She whimpers but with a kiss to her hip, Vala lets him continue, his fingers stroking through her hair.
Changing her name to Velvet, taking on the task of running a biker's bar and throwing caution to the wind, all for him. Only for him. Decorating herself in tattoos themed of her loves in life; UFOs, aliens, and her pet poisonous snakes. He loved each one. A homage to her life. Showing strangers her life's story on her very skin. Daniel loves the idea of it, wanting one of Asguard script around his ankle but never having enough courage to actually have a tattoo done. Her hair is more wild these days, it's voluminous and thick. He loves it when she rides him, the black curtain falls into his mouth and eyes, blinding him. Her newly found interest in bondage showing, shifting into life mostly and yet there was the times when she'd like to lie back and watch him worship her pale, smoky body.
She cries in his arms that afternoon, wishing for him to stay. Yet, in the morning afterwards he finds her sat on the bathroom floor, half undressed, hitching up her skin-tight jeans with one hand and a pregnancy test in the other. That day she tells him they can't be together any more.
Smoking close to twenty a day, Vala hates her body, hates how she handled the Adria situation. She tells herself she can't be a mother again. Daniel hates her for that, drinking himself into a misery that night before he leaves.
Vala watches him leave, despair settling in immediately.
Drinking away her sorrows until midnight comes, she hates that fact she is carrying his child.
Because she can't run away from what is inside her.