Title: Tactile Manoeuvres
Category: Daniel/Janet, fluff
Rating/warnings, etc: PG-13, 300 words.
Summary: She's on a mission.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: From the Leapgate prompts, for the 'Take Back the Week' ficlet-athon.Prompt: Daniel/Janet, 'mission'.
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She's on a mission.
Armed with bare legs, loose hair, and a bottle of lime scented shampoo.
For years, coffee was her weapon of choice, and before that, veiled threats. Coffee worked moderately well. The threats less so, mainly because he was far too polite to get cross with for long.
But that was before she knew him like she does now. Her latest tactics have a 95 success rate.
She finds him in his office and wordlessly leans over his shoulder. Her hair falls next to his cheek and that's usually enough to make him stop writing. He always resists to start with, but his downfall is the revolving chair.
"Jan…" he protests. "I'm nearly done, I promise. Ten minutes, max."
"You said that fifteen minutes ago," she replies and leans on the corner of the chair, making it move. He slowly rotates so he's facing her. He makes a half-hearted grab for the desk, but she can see the battle is half won already.
Depending on his mood, she either hits him with a stern look or one that is half-lidded. The latter is almost guaranteed to work. He's got better at deflecting the former.
Today is a good day for making eyes. She tries to hide her triumphant expression when his shoulders sag and he leans in, wrapping his arms around her and resting his forehead on her stomach.
"You're tired," she observes. "I think I should get you to bed."
He tilts his head against her, regarding her with one eye. She beams innocently. He leans back, reaches down for lever under his seat.
She watches, bemused, as he rises with the chair. "What are y—?"
"Getting comfortable," comes the reply, muffled between her breasts.
Mission: Get Daniel Jackson to Stop Working. Successful.