Real And Meaningful
Daniel is studying a tablet scrawled with script similar to Latin when she appears in the doorway. Vala. Val Mal Doran. He's still not used to her presence and finds that he's rather off balance whenever he crosses paths with her. That she is now watching him, a gentle smirk in place, therefore does not sit well with him.
The 'what's', 'why's' and 'how's' of her sudden appearance in his office beat at his thoughts, pushing all else to the edge of his mind, and his heart flutters.
What had she done?
Why was she now here?
How did she manage to excite him (thought he'd never admit it to her) while busily feeding him fear at the same time?
He swallows. "Vala. What do you want?"
She winks at him and practically glides over to him, flaunting her outfit - or rather, lack thereof. "What do you think I want, Daniel?" she purrs. She reaches otu a hand and lazily traces a finger down his chest. Her eyes never leave his.
"I...uh...stop it!" Daniel catches her hand when it ventures further down than he's willing (at least consciously) for it to go. Unconsciously, he's cheering her on.
Vala raises an eyebrow and allows him to remove her hand. She runs her tongue across her lips. "Is something the matter, Daniel? Do you not want to play?"
He can feel his face heat up and silently shakes his head. No. He ignores the part of him that wants to throw her against a wall or over the bench and have his way with her.
If he is to have a relationship of any sorts, he wants it to have meaning. He doesn't want something casual. And Vala doesn't want that. He's certain of it.
Vala shrugs and makes her way to the door. Once there, she turns and smirks some more. "Maybe later," she hints. She leaves without another word.
Daniel frowns and shakes his head to clear Vala's visit from his mind.
Not once does it occur to him that behind the smirk, Vala might want something as real and meaningful as he does.
fin.