Dear Diary

spacegypsy1

Chapter Two

Warning! Rating VERY 'T' or possibly a bit of 'M'

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Hello, Diary, I'm back. On page three. I didn't know I had so many words to write. I had a nice lunch in the commissary, Caro was there and so were Mitchell and Muscles, but I told them I had lots to do so I just ate and hurried back. I like this writing stuff, and now I think I understand why Daniel is always scribbling away in his journals.

So where was I...I'll go back and read. Okay, now I remember - I was writing about the first time.

We were on his couch. He said he missed me. Then, hold on to your bindings...then he said, he wanted to know if I was serious about him. I squeaked! Literally, out loud, and jumped off the couch.

The poor darling looked so bemused, and a bit sad. That's a look I will never, ever forget. I rushed right into my usual lengthy, blathering. I couldn't talk fast enough to convince him that I'd been very serious for a while and that I thought he just didn't like me...in that way. A serious way. Then, I got sort of turned all inside out, because I wondered if he was talking about me being serious about him...you know feelings or just serious in general. So I tried to back track, then I got very upset. I hate to put this down here, because, well you know I try not to be vulnerable and all that. But I think there may have been a few tears involve.

Then – well, Diary, I have to stop writing a second – okay, I can do it now. Then, Daniel stood up and he wrapped his strong arms around me and pulled me close. It wasn't quick. He was moving very slow, like he wasn't sure what to do.

I can't quite explain part of this. His smell. It could make any woman swoon. His chest. Dear gods! It's like a … a … it's so... so... so hard and soft, strong and giving, you know how his shirts fit. And those arms! Talk about sexy! And his neck. How long had I wanted to kiss his neck?

I just melted right into him. He called my name and I looked up. And as all true or false gods as my witnesses the man lowered his head, brought those lips of his to mine and just hovered. Breathing. Nipping. Tasting. Teasing. For-ev-er!

It was as if he was hooked up to some Naquadah power source – the heat he put out. My blood was bubbling inside. My heart was about to explode. My legs no longer could support me. And then, he really kissed me. How do you put down on paper the feel of something like that? His mouth so in control of mine. His tongue driving me crazy. His teeth biting. Lips about to suck the life right out of me. He took my head in his hands...just writing this makes me hot! And then I think something weird happened, because my neck was like putty and Daniel moved my head in the directions he needed as he kissed me, hard. With such passion I truly thought I would die in splendor. I could have stayed like that forever. And it was full of love. I could feel it. I swear I knew right then and there how he felt.

And he still does that to me. After all this time.

Dairy, we are near the end of another page, I think I'll stop now and go visit him. Just say hello, darling. And sit quietly and watch him. I won't bother him, he's so busy today and I'm so happy remembering this. I just want to see a little smile from him. And of course I need to calm my racing heart. Then I'll be back.

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Hello, me again. We are up to page four! Yes, new pen. Purple. I had left it on Daniel's desk last night. He asked if I'd written in my diary and what page I was on. He smiled and then ducked his head and went back to work. So I just sat quietly and watch him.

As I was leaving he did ask us ...you - my Diary and me – myself... to dinner and to pack a bag because he signed us out for the evening. See, he can be very sweet. But confusing. He said when I get to page six he'd see me. It's much too early for dinner, so I'm not sure what he meant. I just grinned and waved and left.

I didn't tell him I was recounting our first real kiss. Or anything else I'm writing. He didn't ask.

It's very cozy here in my room, sitting on the bed, and writing. Relaxing even. Though I should confess I have some work piling up. I was supposed to run some things through Sam's computer in her old lab. I talked Bill Lee into doing those, since Daniel asked me to dinner and they have to be checked on all night.

Let's see, we were kissing that first time, on his couch, in his living room. Actually, we were making love with our mouths. I kept trying not to blurt out 'Daniel I love you' every time we took a breath. But I do remember it slipped out at least twice. Both times he kissed me harder, longer. I love the way he kisses. I hate to admit, especially in writing, but I've kissed a lot of men. No one compares!

We had already taken our jackets off. Daniel had on a blue plaid shirt and a T-shirt under it which I managed to relieve him of. All those years as a thief still come in handy! But I had on a sweater, a blouse, a long sleeve warm undie shirt and a chemise. It felt like weeks before he got all of that off of me! And the sigh he let out once he accomplished that, it was, well, like he'd just won that big prize thingie, Nobells, or Puzzler or something like that.

He certainly conveyed he liked what he was looking at...it made me wonko!

He was wearing those thigh hugging jeans of his... you know the ones. I wasn't concerned about the fact he still had them on. He looked damned sexy with them riding low and him without a shirt.

He had me on my back on the couch trying to get my boots off. That's the first time he laughed. It was a happy, playful sound and I have learned to love that like nothing else in the world.

But the boots finally came off. Then the jeans. My long warm undie bottoms and finally! Finally! the panties. That took him as long as the rest. I think he did it on purpose, knowing I was dying!

Look, Diary! We are almost at page five. It is nowhere near dinner time. He's so silly sometimes. Why in the world did he think I'd take all day to get to page six!

Anyway, there we were. Me totally naked on his couch and him standing there in THOSE jeans. I tried to get to the waist band, but he kept pushing me back down.

It was like nothing I have ever experienced. Watching Daniel remove those jeans. I think I could have possibly lost consciousness from lack of breathing.

I do know I died about ten times that afternoon. The first time he touched me. The first time... the very first time he came to me. I died. Right then and there. He's such a powerful lover. He can be so tender he makes you cry and so rough he makes you scream.

Okay, I need to stop now. I think I need to go visit again, see if I can talk him into leaving early. He has no idea what I am writing so I'm not sure how he guessed I'd be back by page six. We haven't even turned the page to five. We'll just write a sentence on it so I can say I got to...

Oh Diary! Do you see what is written on page six? All flourished and large? Oh! Damn, I just dropped tears on here. I can barely write, I'm shaking and damn it, I'm crying.

Right there...see? On the next page, written with my purple pen! It says: Vala, will you marry me... I love you, Daniel.

~TBC