Don't Touch That!
Spacegypsy1
Poor Daniel, he's done it again! Touched something he shouldn't have. How will he survive? How will he deal with the consequences? One shot. And of course, D/V.
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One minute he was drifting off, the next, his eyes suddenly opened wide and his heart raced in panic.
Stinging with loss of blood flow, his left arm lay trapped. He knew not to move too abruptly. Breathe, think!
If he removed his right hand from where it lay, well, it could trigger something worse.
He needed time to think! He needed more time! He tried to relax, calm down. Sweat popped out on his brow. Great, just great...so much for calming down! Holy buckets! He'd done it now...definitely touched something he shouldn't have!
Trapped like an animal. All his years of experience, his skills, his knowledge, had gone right out the proverbial window.
Eyes squeezing closed, Daniel scowled, then, without logic, he smiled. Eyelids lifted, opening slowly. Darkness shrouded almost everything, except for the dim glow of his watch, begging for attention.
He was warm...okay, hot...and he was naked. He knew that, no surprises there. With effort Daniel contained the laugh that threatened. He could hear Jack's voice sing-song in his head...'I told you not to touch that!"
Yep. He knew better. But really, who could blame him? Unquestionably irresistible, a treasure worth the risk.
A quiet sigh escaped into the dark. If he didn't free himself soon, Mitchell would grill him without mercy. Landry would hound him with strong disproval...or worse. Although, Sam and Teal'c would most likely keep their comments to themselves. But Vala... damn it... she'd be no help at all...and most certainly make it worse!
Oh...there was no doubt in his mind that he would survive – but how he would deal with the consequences loomed like Mitchell's 'bag of hammers'!
Nothing would ever be the same. Plan. He needed a plan, be he couldn't think straight. Lack of sleep got him dangerously close to drifting off again.
Heavy eyelids were winning the fight to stay awake. He had to get out of this now! Somehow without causing further damage and before survival odds plummeted. Just move. Slowly. You can do it! His thoughts came without action.
The weight on his left arm lifted, sending shards of tingles down its length.
Vala stirred. Purred. Snuggled closer. Her warm flesh pressed along his body. Her hand ran down his torso. Lower. Lower.
His right hand caressed the soft mound it had held onto. Holy shit! He was doomed.
~END