Lessons Never Learned –

Spacegypsy1

A/N: Somewhere in just about every story I write Daniel has his head down asleep on some table or desk…not this one.

Lesson Two – Don't Bother Trying! A Bedtime story.

Rated just before an M for hanky-panky

Daniel tried hard to out pace her. But really! Who could out pace Vala Mal Doran? He turned the corner, narrowly missing the wall, and hurried towards his quarters.

She barely took a breath in the onslaught of her tirade. Practiced at tuning her out he had no idea what she babbled about. Unfortunately it didn't take long for her voice to annoy him even if he had not a clue as to why she was bitching at him. Probably something he'd said to set her off.

But really, enough was enough. "Vala! It's late, I'm tired. Please shut up! I don't…."

She slammed the door in his face.

Now why did that piss him off? Hands clinched in his pockets, Daniel scowled, made a precision turn, and got no more than two steps before he realized she'd slammed his own door in his face.

Damned if it wasn't locked! Gathering some trope of normalcy he waited before swiping his card and entering. He wasn't the least bit surprised to find her in his bed, and even less surprised by the pile of BDU shirt and pants on the foot of the bed.

Grinning with evil delight, she waggled her brows.

He could not have been less impressed. "Humph!" Ignoring her, he snatched off his T-Shirt, unbuckled his belt, whipped it off and threw it across the room. To hell with her games!

She squeaked, and he didn't even flinch, just undid his pants and shucked out of them. He certainly longer harbored fear of this monster in or under his bed!

When he hazarded a glance at her she stared wide-eyed and open mouthed in confusion. With great effort, he held in the laugh that threatened to come out and pulled back the covers on the other side of his nemesis. Settling in with a sleepy sigh he grinned in her direction. She grinned back, just barely. Satisfaction washed over his tired body.

Daniel rolled to place his back to her, jammed a pillow under his weary head and muttered, "You know we could lose our jobs over this?"

"What?" She turned away from him, apparently, from the tone of voice piercing his brain, even more baffled.

"Fraternizing on base." He moved again, came to his back and finally to spoon into her.

"Your hand is on my bum!"

Ah, the hint of uncertainty in her voice, pure music to his ears. Reveling in victory, he continued. "Mmm, so it is. You better leave if you intend to remain a part of the SGC." Smiling at the back of her head, Daniel wished he'd confronted her long ago. He had her now, she would think twice about this next time!

"You're no fun!" Vala tossed the covers aside and stood.

"Hmm." He confiscated the space she'd just abandoned as pride swelled in his chest.

Suddenly she changed her mind, tossed her hair, and literally crawled over him to the other side.

Okay, maybe he had miscalculated. He flipped over to face the door, away from her, and noticed her bra as it sailed over him onto the floor. Not good. It took a few minutes to gather his courage but finally he wiggled around under the covers and threw his boxers on top of her bra.

A serious, surprised gasp followed from Vala, and this time he truly thought he had won.

Then she muttered "oh," in a throaty whisper that was a bit more than he bargained for.

She lifted her hips and began to rid herself of her panties.

A defeated sigh escaped and before he could stop himself he spoke, low and husky, "Please, let me." He tucked his thumbs into the wispy fabric and squelched the little voice in his head mocking him.

"Daniel!" Delighted, Vala managed to get her arms around his neck.

Oh, hell, how did I get myself into this? Oh, hell, I don't care!