Author: Eventhorizon 7

Rating: M (Mature Themes)

Categories: Angst/Romance/Drama

Content Warning: Mild Profanity/ Adult Themes/ Sexual Situations

Spoilers: Seasons 1 to 10 to be on safe side

Summary: Sam wakes up in Daniel's bed after a night of passion. How will they cope with the aftermath of their actions.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters they belong to Stargate SG-1 and MGM studios etc. I am making no money from them and sadly never will. If I did own them, believe me Sam and Daniel would have had much more fun with each other.

Author's Note:

This is a Sam/Daniel story with strong adult themes and eventual romance. Anyone who does not like this pairing should not read. Please don't flame me as you have been warned in advance of the pairing. Those who do read it please leave a review as I like to know what you think. This is a work in progress and I will try to get subsequent chapters out as soon as real life allows.

Aftermath

Chapter 1.

I have always loved that moment between sleep and full awakening. That moment when your mind is in both the subconscious and conscious moment, where dreams feel like realities and the harshness of the real world hasn't yet had the time to re-establish itself.

It is a time when your body is at its most relaxed, when as a human being we are at our most vulnerable.

It's best enjoyed without the forced interruption of an ear-splitting alarm clock.

Today is such a day.

Only the soft twittering of the dawn chorus breaks up the stillness of the room. A shaft of early morning sunlight bathes my face with its welcomed warmth and its promise of another fine spring morning.

My body still feels a little leaden and I haven't yet opened my eyes; for to do so would break the moment that I cherish so much. Instead I succumb to the sunlight's warmth and turn my face further into it, letting its glow penetrate my still sleep fogged mind.

I feel the soft cotton of the bed sheets slide against my skin as I slowly stretch my limbs and that is when the first confused thought enters my mind.

I'm naked!

Okay, maybe that needs a little clarifying. Most nights I choose to sleep in vest and shorts, reserving the right to sleep in the buff for the long, stiflingly hot, Colorado summers or when I'm involved with someone.

It's not summer.

And… at the moment…I'm not involved with anyone.

That realisation forces me to crank open one eye and survey the room that I am in. The sunlight hasn't penetrated too far into the surface of the room, most is still enveloped in shadows and darkness, but what I can see sends the second confused thought hurtling through my mind and cranks up my adrenaline level.

This isn't my bedroom!

All thoughts of a slow transition from sleep to wakefulness evaporate at that thought and I try not to allow the panic that suddenly replaces it to cloud my mind.

Where the hell am I?

My eyes now fully awake, I try to focus on my surroundings, squashing down the uncomfortable thoughts that are running through my head. The room is stylishly furnished, although not to my taste, and many of the items seem to be ethnic in origin. A tall bookcase, crammed to overflowing, stands against a wall next to the open curtained window. Small wooden boxes are on a table next to it, their contents obscured by the diffused lighting. These boxes seem familiar to me; I've seen them before, just not in this context. In fact the whole room has a known feel to it, but I just can't place it.

My eyes shift further around the room, taking in the wall tapestries, their surfaces a riot of colour. There are some mounted photographs, but the lighting is too dark for me to see them clearly so that is of no help to me. Without turning over, something I'm not too sure of doing right now, I've seen about all I can see of the room.

Finally my eyes fall upon the maple nightstand next to me and focus upon the silver framed photograph that sits there. A beautiful dark haired woman stares back at me, her brown eyes soft, her olive skin as exotic as the woman the photograph depicts.

I know her.

It's Sha're.

My eyes widen at this revelation and a soft gasp escapes my lips with the realisation.

This is Daniel's bedroom.

I am lying naked in Daniel's bed.

Confusion now gives way to understanding and with understanding comes something else.

Memory.

Of a kiss, at first chaste but then igniting into a conflagration of passion and desire. Of our lips moving hungrily against one another's, searching, teeth softly nipping, tongues gently soothing.

Of his hands tentatively roaming my clothed body, pulling me against him, kissing me harder and longer. Feeling the sweep of his tongue against my lips, parting them, before delving into my mouth to plunder at his leisure.

The sound of my drawn out moan as his fingers teasingly brush against my breast. An arch of my body as I push against him, wanting more, needing more of him. The feel of his hardness straining against the fabric of the jeans that he wears as my own searching fingers stroke and press against it.

The coolness of the air as it hits my naked skin, causing my flesh to break out in goose bumps and my nipples to stand firm and erect. The warmth of his tongue as he sweeps it across those same nipples, coaxing them with his lips and sending pulses of pleasure cascading down my body to pool wetly at my core.

The feel of the cotton sheets as he gently pushes me against them. The heat of his own naked skin sliding against mine, the added friction causing me to cry out his name in a hoarse whisper.

The sensation of his mouth travelling across my body, mapping his journey with his lips until they find my centre. The texture of his tongue as it moves against that most sensitive of areas, languidly tasting my essence.

The sound of my rapidly beating heart as it pulses loudly in my ears, its cadence matching that of my now fully aroused body.

My soft moans and entreaties as his fingers enter me, touching me with the sureness of a practiced lover, his movements notching up my arousal higher and higher until my pelvis is thrusting hard against his hand, wanting completion, wanting to feel him deep inside me.

The need in my voice as I whisper his name over and over. The feel of his tensed body as I run my hands across his sweat slicked skin. The gasp I hear break from his lips as my fingers wrap softly around his hardened flesh, guiding it toward where I want it most to be.

The look in his eyes as they meet mine, soft and smoky, hungry with need. Pupils dilated so far in his aroused state that only a small disc of cerulean blue outline their blackness.

Another long drawn out kiss, tender and seductive, full of promises taken and given.

The stifled gasp of pain as he enters me, his body finally merging with mine, stretching my underused muscles, the burning sensation slowly turning into pleasure pain as I feel him fill me to the core.

The clumsiness of our first uncertain thrusts, our bodies slowly learning, responding to each other's rhythm.

The softness of his kisses as he peppers my eyes and nose, the feel of his tongue as he slides it hungrily into my mouth. The keening sound of my own, now inarticulate moans, as his body drives mine deeper toward the inescapable goal of climax.

That feeling of getting higher and higher, of the coil inside you being wound tighter and tighter until you know that one more touch will cause you to explode and wanting that touch so much, so badly, that you would do anything…anything to feel it.

The lazy drift of his fingers as they slide tantalizingly down my body, across my hip and down my thigh, only to teasingly slide up again and slip across my abdomen, slipping further until they are parting the curls at my most intimate of places. The feel of his hand against me, touching me in time with his heated thrusts, before he pushes down hard with the pads of two long fingers.

The cry of his name reverberating in my ears as the detonation explodes deep within my core, sending waves of indescribable pleasure pulsing through my body, causing my nerve endings to sizzle in sensual delight. As one sensation dissipates another slams into me followed by another and I can't help crying out my gratification.

The excitement of hearing my name hoarsely cried out at the moment of his release. My name. A sound so longed for that it brings tears to my eyes to finally hear it upon his lips.

The unexpected feeling of security and protection that I feel as he rolls us over, until he is on his back, his arms encircling my waist, pulling me against him. The soft weight of the comforter pulled up and over my back, pushing me further into his warmth.

The soft languid kiss that he places on my now swollen lips, and the gentle smile that follows it. A smile that says more than a thousand words could. The way that his eyes flutter closed as he tries to fight the exhaustion that sweeps over him. The way he pulls me even tighter against his body as he ultimately gives into the tiredness, as though to let go of me would break this moment forever.

The sounds of our racing hearts slowly coming back under control as our bodies come down from the high of our lovemaking. The way it feels to nestle against his chest, listening to those heartbeats, feeling totally safe and sated, letting sleep slowly pull me down into its comforting embrace.

Oh My God!

I made love to Daniel!

My body obviously tenses and in reaction to it, almost as if he has been waiting for my moment of comprehension, I feel Daniel's hand slide across my hip, encompassing my waist and pulling me gently, but firmly, back against his naked body.

"Sam, are you okay?"

His voice is not roughened by sleep and that means that he has been awake for some time. Probably waiting for me to wake up and work out what has happened.

He places a soft, open mouthed kiss against my bare shoulder and his fingers brush gently over and around my abdomen. "Talk to me."

What have we done?

"Sam?"

So many thoughts.

So many emotions.

They are running headlong throughout my mind. I feel like a computer that is about to crash. I can't handle all this information at once. I can't handle all the feelings that are bubbling up inside of me. I'm being pulled under by the riptide of realisation.

This isn't a dream. This is not something I'm going to be waking up from any time soon. This is real. This is happening now.

Oh God!

This is the morning after!

The morning after Daniel!

This is way more awkward than normal, considering who it is that I am waking up with and the unexpected nature of our…coming together.

Oh get a grip girl!

Tell it how it is. You had mind blowing sex with Daniel!

With my best friend!

I did the nasty with my best friend!

What the hell was I thinking?

"Sam?" He is gently tugging at my waist, wanting me to roll over and face him. He doesn't know that at this precise moment in time that is the last thing I want to be doing. A really irrational part of me is hoping, almost praying, that a giant fissure would open and suck us into it. That a rare but not unheard of earthquake would suddenly hit this exact spot of Colorado Springs.

Right now I'd even settle for the phone ringing to tell us that the combined forces of the Goa'uld, Replicators and Ori are launching a simultaneous attack on us.

Anything to get me out of this situation.

"Sam, will you please look at me." A note of anxiety threads its way through Daniel's voice. I can hear the first vestiges of guilt creeping into its tone. "I can't bear this silence. Say something…please?"

"I don't know what to say." I answer honestly in a whisper so low that I wonder if he could have possibly heard me.

The silence in the room is only broken by the soft ticking of a wall clock and the melodious twittering of the early morning birdsong.

"Say you don't hate me." The self recrimination in Daniel's voice is evident. Its intensity shocks me.

I turn, all earlier thoughts of avoiding this moment banished from my mind. However the coward in me is still not ready to actually look him in the eye. Instead I keep my head bowed, the tiny decorative patterns that make up the bedcovers becoming absorbing.

"How could I possibly hate you?" I ask tentatively.

Two fingers slip under my chin and gently tease it upward. I try to stop myself, but eventually Daniel wins out and I feel my chin lifting up. My eyes follow suit, rising reluctantly to meet with his.

His eyes captivate me. Their blueness deeper than I have ever seen before. It's like looking into the deepest ocean and being dragged under by the current. I've often wondered why he hides behind those glasses? Why he doesn't invest in contact lenses, because those eyes are just incredible. Nevertheless, as I look deeply into that blue ocean I can see a maelstrom of emotion and waves of doubt skirting beneath their surface.

"I dragged us over that line." He states earnestly. "I was the one that forced you to make a choice."

I shake my head at his words. No Daniel, it wasn't you. I'm the one that has ruined everything. I'm the one that has destroyed the best platonic relationship I've ever had because of what? Because finally I couldn't stop myself from succumbing to the pull? Because in a moment of sheer madness I let my guard down and did the one thing I had vowed I would never do!

Not under any circumstance.

I gave into my attraction. I gave into feelings that I thought I had safely locked away, feelings so dangerous that they pose a genuine threat to our friendship.

I gave in to the lure of wanting to know what it would be like to be with him…in that way!

Jesus! I can't even be honest with myself, let alone him.

Just say it Sam.

I wanted to know what it would feel like to make love to him.

Now I know. I've tasted that forbidden fruit and like Eve I'm about to pay a terrible price for my sin.

"I'm so sorry, Daniel." I hold his eyes with my own, willing him to listen to what I'm about to say. "I shouldn't have let this happen. I should have stopped this. I could have stopped this…last night… before it got so out of hand."

My mind goes back to the previous night, to the kiss that had started out so innocently. I had been on the point of leaving his apartment after an evening of movies and popcorn. Once it had been normal practice between us, a way of unwinding after a mission, a few hours heckling science fiction movies and just spending time together off the clock. It had been shelved after Janet's death, but a particularly difficult mission had resurrected it and it had been good to just be together.

As friends.

At the door he had stopped me, turning me around to face him.

Hesitantly, he had bent his head down toward me, his eyes watching my face intently. His lips met mine, delivering a tender and gentle kiss. It had been soft with hardly any pressure at all, as though a butterfly had fluttered against my mouth. Its intent had been nothing more than an extended 'thank you.'

Yet in that instant everything in our world altered, coalescing into something new and indefinable. As he pulled away from me I could see it transforming in the unfathomable blueness of his eyes and I knew instinctively that what I was seeing in his gaze was a reflection of what he was seeing in mine.

He lowered his head again, stopping millimetres away from my lips and I could feel the warmth of his breath against my face. He had given me the time to make an excuse, to break the moment, but I steadfastly stood my ground, not wanting for a second to walk away. In fact it was I who crossed the small distance between us, brushing my lips softly against his.

The contact this time had been electric.

A dry tinderbox of emotion ignited into a conflagration of pent up passion and desire.

And the rest as they say…

"God. I've ruined everything." I sit up and scoot away from him, the bedcovers falling to my waist, exposing my chest to the cool early morning air. I instantly feel my nipples harden. "I've got to get out of here."

I slide my legs over the side of the bed, my hand desperately searching for any semblance of clothing with which to cover myself. I'm feeling more exposed than I ever have and I need to put some distance between us.

I need to think. I need to find a way to make this all right again.

My search for my clothes has proven fruitless and I can't even remember where they were shed. I'm going to have to get out and look for them. I move to stand up, but Daniel's hand grabs my arm pulling me back toward him.

"Don't go." His holding me in place, both hands gently gripping my shoulders, stopping me from moving away. "Please don't run, Sam."

"I'm not running." I close my eyes on a soft sigh. The lie slips from my mouth so easily. Of course I'm running, who the hell am I kidding. I'm running from this about as surely as I'd double time it away from a battalion of angry Jaffa. "I just… I just need some time to think. To get all this sorted out in my head."

"To put the barriers back up you mean." When I open my eyes I find Daniel staring at me closely, a small furrow creasing his brow. "We both know that if you leave." His head jerks toward the doorway. "If you walk out that door, things will never be the same again."

"Daniel…" I begin, but he cuts me off before I can continue.

"We need to talk about this." One hand smoothes down my arm, softly caressing the skin. "We need to understand what happened and why it happened?"

"I don't think that's a good idea." I drop my face into my hands, my fingers crawling through my sleep tousled hair.

"Why?"

Does he really want me to answer that? The silence stretches out longer than I hoped for, so I guess the answer is that he does. I pull my head up out of my hands and look at him.

"Because no amount of analysing. No amount of soul searching and truth seeking is going to change what we both know."

"And that is?" His eyes have narrowed and the frown has returned.

Okay, so he really wants me to say it. He really wants me to dredge up the words that I have been thinking since we woke up naked in bed this morning.

"What happened last night was a mistake. It should never have happened and…" I take a deep breath strengthening my resolve. "…and it can never happen again."

The look of hurt and disappointment on Daniel's face is going to haunt me forever.