Kissing Vala Mal Doran
Spacegypsy1
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Oddly enough, Daniel had instigated the whole thing. Vala, a bowl of potato salad cradled in her hands, had shut the refrigerator door with her six just as Daniel turned from the counter and almost knocked the bowl to the floor. He caught it just in time and found himself belly to bowl and nose inches from hers.
There they were, in Sam's kitchen, heads cocked sideways in opposite directions, lips inches apart and eyes on each other. Stone cold sober, breathing heavy, and neither one making a move. Time stood still.
His gaze dropped to her lips and in reaction her tongue took a slow swipe across the pink flesh. With one hand Daniel removed the barrier between them, placing it without looking on the counter. He moved closer, but still didn't make contact.
Her parted lips, moist from their recent tonguing, beckoned. Slowly he took her mouth with his, first barely touching, feeling the fire of her breath and tasting the fresh peach she'd finished just minutes ago.
Sweet and hot, her tongue plundered deep into the warmth of his mouth producing a devilish moan that cascaded through him like an earthquake. Her arms snaked around his neck as his slid down her backside, bringing her lush body into the cradle of his.
Like a wildfire, the kiss got out of control quickly. He tried to get his hands into the back of her too tight waistband, gave up and ran them up her back instead.
For an instant, lips sucked and released, heads took opposite directions, and the kiss took up where it left off. He pressed her against the refrigerator, biting the inside of her lip, before delving deeper into the furnace.
Never in his life had he ever kissed someone like this. He was possessed with an unquenchable thirst for her. A need to draw her soul out through her mouth and into mingle with his own soul.
Nothing existed. Nothing but her smell, her softness, the contours of her body, the passion in her kiss. At that moment he knew that he loved her. And knew her feelings for him were real.
God! She tasted so good, felt so incredibly perfect against his body. This was madness! They needed to stop before someone came in. But this new addiction was impossible to resist. Just a few more seconds, he just needed a few more seconds. The kiss took on an aura of desperation. Heads twisting and turning and mouths hard and bruising. He bit her throat, her chin and her lips again before returning to raid her mouth.
Jack shook his head at the scene and quietly exited the back door, onto the patio.
Smiling, Sam greeted him. "You're late."
Jerking his head towards the inside he asked. "When the hell did that happen?"
"What?" Handing him a beer, she quirked her brows.
"Those two in there, exchanging spit." Jack sucked down half the beer. When she still looked confused, he rolled his eyes, "Daniel and Vala. In the kitchen, lip locked like a pair of randy teenagers."
Without a word, Sam leaned past his shoulder and looked into the kitchen. "Oh. My. God." Her fist, wadded in his shirt for support as she leaned far out, tightened.
"Yeah. That's what I was thinking." Finishing his beer, Jack went in search of the cooler, took another one and popped the top off.
Turning to follow Jack, Sam heard the door open behind her and looked back.
Vala looked like she'd been thrown into a washing machine and tossed in a dryer, while Daniel appeared to have been shot up with about a gallon of Xanax. Sam burst out laughing.
The others came closer. Mitchell, head cocked and curious. Teal'c with a wide smile. Hank Landry with a scowl. Carolyn Lam with an open mouthed look of awe.
Jack put a hand on Sam's shoulder and squeezed, then grinned. "Daniel, you dog. What have you two been up to? Huh?"
Unable to speak, Vala thrust the bowl of potato salad forward toward Jack, and Daniel nodded in support of her explanation, straightening his glasses with a wobbling hand.
"Potato Salad. Nice."