This is the erotic alternate to "Changes."

For reasons you will discover, as fun as this is, it could not have happened like this.

But what if it did?

Enjoy :P

"Is that chocolate?" Daniel asked, peering over Adrienne's shoulder as he arrived back from yet another morning of pointless meetings and other malarkey. She was sitting at her desk, facing her computer and working away, although with a candy bar in one hand and a piece of chocolate positioned at her mouth in another.

Messing with Adrienne, he thought, what a great way to start a work day.

"Go to hell," she answered back harshly, her eyes staying locked at the screen, not acknowledging Daniel with anything other than her words.

"Ouch," he replied, not exactly the response he had expected. Puzzled, he walked back over to his desk, wondering what was going on.

"What's with you this morning?" he asked as he sat down, not taking his eyes off of her for a moment. He didn't like the look on her face right now, what he could see of it anyway. It was clear that she wasn't herself, not only due to her food choice but the lack of bad hip hop music echoing through the lab. He'd let her bring a speaker in lately to loudly blast the greatest hits of the 1990's, but now the lab was silent.

"I didn't sleep well last night and chocolate makes it better," she replied curtly, again, not looking up from her computer.

"I'm just pointing this out, as a friend, that somehow I'll get blamed for letting you eat that, so, in order to insure that I play my part in your diet madness: Adrienne don't eat that," he joked, hoping she caught his smile and opened the lid to his laptop, cueing up his stopping point from late last night. Damn, he needed a cup of coffee, and soon, but he needed to figure out what was wrong with his sidekick first.

"It's dark and organic. That'll make me a little less angry at myself later," she answered, popping the waiting piece into her mouth and pushing back from the computer, reaching into her backpack. Seeing that this conversation was getting him nowhere, Daniel decided to change the subject.

"Aren't you gonna ask me how my meeting went?" he tried, since usually that was the first thing she asked after wasted mornings such as these. There was a glance, and finally eye contact was made, Adrienne setting the dark red wrapped sweet aside and looking over at him.

"How was your meeting?" she responded, her voice lacking feeling, her eyes cold. Frowning, Daniel glared right back, trying to read her face, for something, anything, but all he got in return was her chilly glance, a furrowed brow and pursed lips. Since they had gotten back from San Francisco a few weeks ago they were, well, friends. He actually thought of her as someone he wanted to be with outside of work and although they had been too busy to do anything other than crash on base, he still considered her a friend and right now this friend wasn't acting like herself. He had to figure out what was going on, after all, what's Batman without Robin.

Beginning to become truly concerned, even her body language giving away that something was desperately wrong, he resolved to try to see what was with her, work or not.

He had seen her sleepy before and this wasn't sleepy.

"Boring, as usual," he began, thinking he would begin by distracting her with work, "Woolsey talking about there being no money, Sam defending everything we do, some four star general asking about weapons..." he trailed, waiting for her token smart remark, but Adrienne didn't answer. Frustrated and getting nowhere, Daniel stood from his desk and walked over to hers, pulling up a chair in front of her and sitting down, leaning forward to look her in the eye.

"Adrienne?" he asked, trying to get her to look at him, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing Daniel, I told you, I didn't sleep well," she answered, still refusing to make eye contact. He couldn't help but notice that she'd called him Daniel, not Indy, which as of late seemed to be his new moniker with her, but this Adrienne sitting here, not joking, no spirit, she just wasn't herself.

"Did I do something?" he offered, racking his brain, trying to figure out if when they were working late last night had he said anything in his sheer exhaustion to offend her. That got her to smile, the corners of her lip gloss covered mouth trickling up the side of her face as she peeked up at him.

"I must have been a real bitch to you, you look so pitiful now Indy, but really I'm ok," she answered, much to his relief, switching back over to Indy.

"Ok," he backed off a bit and started to stand, determining that it might be best to leave her alone for now and let her open up when she was ready. Turning to head back to his desk, he felt a grip at his wrist, turning to see that Adrienne had grabbed his arm, pulling him gently to her. He sat back down, careful not to pull away.

"It's my cousin, Rae, she's getting married," Adrienne told him quietly, releasing his arm and taking in a deep breath.

"Well, that's great news. Congratulations!" Daniel replied happily.

"Yeah, no, it's great news. My aunt called last night and told me before bed," Adrienne continued, yet maintained her dismal composure.

"Ok, so you were thinking about the wedding? Are you worried about getting time off? It's your cousin's wedding; I'll make sure you have the time off you need," he assured her. Just because few other members of the staff had much of a life outside of the Pentagon, didn't mean that Adrienne should be forced to miss out on special events, family events no less.

"No, no, I'm sure Sam would be ok and you have no choice but to be ok with it," she finally smiled, gazing back up at him as she did.

"Uh..." Daniel tried to think like a woman, something that was not his forte, if she was going to be allowed to go, what was wrong?

Finally he came up with something, something he probably should have thought through before he opened his mouth.

"Did you need a date?" he asked.

"Oh lord, I don't even know when this is happening," she replied, giggling lightly and shaking her head.

"Oh, ok," he answered. Back to square one, he thought.

She smiled at him, "Ya offerin' Indy?" she asked.

"I mean, if you need of course, just let me know when," he replied, hesitantly. That would be something new, going from hating one another to being her date for a wedding. Smiling, she reached over and squeezed his leg.

"Thanks, really," she said, yet, other than the slight smile, her face didn't change, she still seemed distant and upset; there appeared to be much more to her mood than she was letting on.

"Look, Addy, I'm really bad at things like this, can you help me out here?" he pleaded gently, Adrienne finally looking up at him once more, her brown eyes filled with a sadness that crushed him in a way he hadn't felt before.

His instincts were correct; something was very wrong with her today.

"It's stupid, trust me; really really stupid. I just need to deal with it that's all," she answered, shrugging her shoulders.

"Alright," he finally relented, if she wasn't going to open up he couldn't force her, "but I if you need to talk, I'm right here. Literally."

"Thanks," Adrienne replied softly, returning her glance to her computer. Resigning himself to the fact it was going to be a quiet day in the lab, Daniel stood, pushing the extra chair back under the center table, returning to his desk and the task he had set out before himself.

Adrienne didn't say much the rest of the day. She worked on her database information and only spoke to ask him to clarify a few things here or there, things he knew full well that she could read herself, but he answered her anyway. At lunch, she opted to stay in the lab, standing without a word and making her way over to lockers, digging a Powerbar out of his bag. That was odd too, not only was she actually eating a Powerbar voluntarily, but she didn't even ask, just stood and starting rooting through his things. Not that he minded, in fact he didn't mind her rooting around the lab at all anymore, but she had this omnipresent Southern politeness that caused her to ask permission before doing anything let alone go exploring through his personal effects.

Nibbling the Powerbar and drinking cold coffee, Adrienne's dark eyes kept focused on the screen, clicking and typing away until eventually, she stood and went to her own locker, pulling out her gym bag and running shoes.

"I'm done so I'm gonna hit the gym, is that cool?" she asked plainly, flatly, like she had spoken to him months ago, as her boss and not her friend.

"Sure, enjoy," he responded, hoping his tone let her know that he was concerned and cared for her well-being.

He had given up on trying to get her to talk.

Looking up at the clock, he suddenly realized it was four already and dinner would be sneaking up very soon and he needed to get out of this room and this chair.

"Hey!" he shouted out and stood, walking over to her and catching her at the door. Puzzled, Adrienne stopped and looked back, a glare on her face.

"What?" she snapped, cutting her eyes at him.

"Let's go do something, cheer you up a bit," he suggested, "after all, you said we should do something fun outside of work and we've yet to."

"I don't need cheering up," Adrienne spat, so fiercely that Daniel almost took a step back when her face softened and a faint hint of a smile began to spread across it, "but we can do something. What did you have in mind?"

"I hadn't gotten that far yet; my stomach was just informing me that I needed to begin considering my options," he admitted.

"Well, I was going to run five miles and I would need to shower and put on normal people clothes, so can you wait till six?" she answered as she glanced over at the clock.

He was starving already, but he could wait, he wanted to wait...

"Yeah, meet you in the parking lot at six?" Daniel looked at his watch, checking to see how long he had to figure out what he could do to cheer up his dreary assistant.

"Sure, you driving?" she asked.

"I was thinking I could follow you to your house first, but yeah. I'm not a fan of stuffing myself into a VW," he replied, once again, saying something stupid to Adrienne. Don't be offended, he thought, just take it as a joke...

"And yet you stuff yourself into a tiny cave to read a wall," she remarked, grinning. Daniel almost breathed a sigh of relief right then and there, taking her reply as a sign that this wasn't a complete and total mistake.

"Totally different," he defended, smiling back at her.

"Daniel Jackson, king of the double standard," she laughed. Finally, he thought, laughter, maybe she's just had a bad day.

Watching her as she spun herself on her heels to leave, he started to run ideas through his head, dashing over to his desk as soon as she was out of sight.

"Great," he said out loud to himself, "Now I need to find something to do..."

Standing at his computer, he racked his brain. This was just hanging out; why was this so complicated? When he would hang out with any of the rest of the group, they just went over to each other's homes, well, except for Vala. He tried to keep her in a public location at all times, for his own sanity. Adrienne was so hard to figure out though because if he picked the wrong thing she would jump to some crazy conclusion about him and he really didn't want to go back to the insanity of her first few months here. Staring blankly at the screen, trying to think of a restaurant that she, or Vala for that matter since she was Adrienne's only female companion it seemed, wouldn't think anything, he paused, a light bulb going off in his head. What a stupid thing to worry about; this was Adrienne.

He knew exactly where to they should go.

"I'm STARVING," she whined loudly from across the parking lot as he walked over to his car tossing his bag into the Jeep.

"So what else is new?" he asked, receiving laughter in return. She seemed much better, probably a consequence of the run, so he decided to go with it, waiting for her to get into her car before he followed her back to her apartment. Rather than do just that, she reached for her keys and opened the hood of the beetle, tossing in her things and walking away from the car.

"You get me, no hairstyle and light make-up, sorry," she said as she approached, shoving her hands into the pocket of her tight jeans.

"You style your hair?" he joked, watching her tousle her brown locks around, the ends lightly cascading on her purple long sleeved t-shirt. But you still look amazing, he thought, refraining from comment and scolding himself internally for the remark.

"Fuck you Daniel," she spat.

"I was kidding," he started to defend, scolding himself also for crossing the line with her, again, but she was laughing already.

"You're so gun shy it's fun to mess with you," she smiled, reaching for the door to the jeep to let herself in.

"I thought I was gonna follow you to your house," he stated, confused, watching her step back to get in the door.

"Nah, I'm too hungry," she said, hopping in. Going with the flow, Daniel opened his own door, getting in on his side and starting the engine.

"Besides," she continued, clasping the seatbelt at her waist, "if we want to have sex or something, I'd rather go to your place, my sheets are a little slippery being satin and all..."

He looked over at her shocked for just a moment, his heart racing, a quick throb in his pants at the thought, until he finally caught on, letting out a loud and literal sigh of relief.

"See, joking, I'm being funny, I'm mocking Vala; do we UN-DER-STAND?!" she said, intentionally stuttering the last word.

"Ok, yeah, I'll lighten up, Sorry. I guess I'm a bit on the defensive," he replied, his stomach slightly riddled with disappointment.

Dammit Daniel, what is wrong with you?

"Good, because I feel gross talking like that. She's my friend, and I love her, but that woman has got to have space herpes or something," Adrienne answered, Daniel erupting into laughter as he turned onto the street, trying to dispel more than a few mental images from his mind.

The drive itself wasn't very long and a few blocks later they pulled into a small mexican restaurant, much to Adrienne's sheer delight.

"Nice choice my friend!" she declared, her eyes bright and excited. Mexican, he thought, works every time.

"I thought you would approve," Daniel said, silently pleased with himself and dismissing his earlier concern. It wasn't that crowded, thankfully, and they got a booth, at Adrienne's request. Much to his surprise she had ordered a margarita before they even sat down. He started to pick, but she beat him to it, smirking as she pointing to the bench across from her, indicating that he sit and shut up.

"I have a special relationship with Tequila that supersedes the runner's diet," she explained, reaching up to collect the margarita that had been brought to her faster than it should have feasibly taken to receive an alcoholic beverage.

"A relationship with tequila?" he asked, turning to the waiter to request a soda.

"Yes, tequila cures all ills. In college we did these crazy things called Upside Down Margaritas, right after finals. Made up for categorizing slide after slide of artifacts for hours," she explained as she sipped.

"What is the world is an upside down margarita?" he inquired, giving her that look he gave when he learned about something else crazy in her life, which now that they were on friendlily terms was getting to be quite often.

"You take two shot glasses, fill one with margarita mix, or lime juice or something and fill the other with tequila. You lick salt off of your hand, toss your head back and someone pours the shots into your mouth. Bring head up, shake and swallow," she explained, hand gestures and all, and then blushed, as if she realized how awful that sounded as it came out,

"And there goes your opinion of me, down the toilet," she added, focusing once more on her drink rather than his eyes, fear coursing through her body.

Why did I just tell him that, she thought, he's gonna think I'm...

"No, I'm actually just trying to get a mental image of Miss Perfect as a party girl," he smiled, accepting his soda from the waiter as he approached with Daniel's drink as well as chips and salsa, politely thanking the man in Spanish and encouraging his assistant to continue.

"I wasn't a party girl, AT ALL," she clarified, relieved; he seemed to be playing, " I just knew how to have a good time when I needed to. You never partied?"

"No, I started college at 16. Too young," he answered quickly, taking a sip.

"So did I," she argued, "but I still managed to have fun too."

"You're a pretty girl. I was a little geek with glasses," he answered, once again putting his foot into his mouth.

Pretty?

Nice move Daniel, nice move.

"Awww... Indy thinks I'm pretty..." she teased, those butterflies dancing through her gut again.

Did he really just say that, she thought, and is he embarrassed right now?

"Don't let it go to your head," he replied quickly as the waiter approached once more, and they ordered, in Spanish of course, Adrienne waiting until the server left to continue.

"So, no parties for Dr. Jackson?" she asked, coyly, sipping more of her drink.

"Nope," he answered quickly, shaking his head slowly.

"We need to fix this," she stated, her bright smile catching his eye for yet another moment as she pointed her straw at him. He laughed, and popped a few chips into his mouth, letting her tease.

"I have as an adult; I just missed out on the whole fraternity experience," he amended.

"Oh, I bet those SGC parties are real killer," she lifted her eyebrows, making him laugh again, almost choking on his chips, causing Adrienne to do the same with her margarita.

"Ok, fine, you throw a party. I'll come and you can make me human or whatever you are thinking right now that I'm not," he relented. Shaking her head, she just laughed again and kept drinking her drink.

Their food came, Adrienne of course having ordered something strange, but Daniel refrained from commenting. She started to assemble her assortment of grilled meats, fruits and vegetables into a strange brown tortilla when her face dropped again, that familiar expression from this morning washing over her and looked up at him, sorrow once more invading her penetrating eyes.

"My aunt Barbara thinks I'm a failure," she said plainly, no joke, no games, and by the expression on her face she meant every word. Daniel was completely lost for just a moment until he remembered what she had said this morning, about her cousin and the wedding. She must be ready to talk, so he sat back in the booth, pushing the chips and his plate away, preparing to listen.

"Why?" he responded.

"Because, in Louisiana, a woman that's not married and the mother of at least 5 kids by the age of 22 has wasted her life," and with that Adrienne finished her margarita and raising her hand for the waiter, who rushed right over to their table.

"Otra," she ordered.

Daniel made a face.

"I'm sure you're exaggerating," he said.

"Of course I am, but the point remains that my entire family thinks a 31 year old woman with no house, no man and no kids didn't live up to the family name," she explained and again, as before, the waiter brought another 'faster than light' margarita, Daniel snatching it away from Adrienne as she reached for it.

"Do you believe that?" he asked. Scowling, but not shouting, thankfully, Adrienne reached for the glass, trying to gently remove his fingers from the stem, one digit at a time, but Daniel gripped it tighter, pulling the drink closer to him, blobs of green frozen liquid splashing over the sides.

"Do you believe that?" he asked again, stressing the word you, his knuckles white as he grasped the glass. Adrienne slumped back onto the bench of the booth, giving up the fight, a scowl across her pale face. Darting left and right, her eyes tried the best they could to focus on every other possible object in the room other than Daniel, other than the one person who was asking this of her until they too gave up, gazing forward at her companion.

"Maybe a little," she finally answered. Somewhat satisfied, he shoved the drink toward her, leaning forward onto the table to push her a tiny bit more.

"Why?" Daniel continued.

"Because, I mean, I have a PhD, fantastic, but what did I do? Did I make some crazy discovery? Did I change my field? No, I worked at a community college. I have nothing to show for my years in school, years I could have been making babies. Nothing," she took a sip, stirring the drink for a moment, and then taking a second long slow drag at the straw.

"And I do?" he retorted.

"You wrote a book," she answered.

"That you made fun of, if you recall," he said.

"I was wrong, you were right," she replied.

"And who knows that of all my critics...hmm... the one across from me offering herself to Dionysus," he raised his eyebrows. Not ready to admit he was right but knowing that he was, she drank more margarita, trying not to laugh.

"Ok, ok, point taken. See, I told you this morning it was stupid. I'm almost over it already," she replied.

"Exactly how many more margaritas until almost becomes am," he inquired, pointing at the nearly empty second glass. Scanning the fluid, or lack thereof in her container, she glanced up and winked, taking one more sip before answering.

"Three," she replied, making Daniel laugh at her again.

"Kidding, right?" he clarified, still working on this Adrienne humor he had yet to fully understand, "because otherwise I think it'd be a lot more economical if we go to the ABC store and just buy you a handle of tequila."

"Yes, I'm kidding, you're learning. But, if you're offering, I'm all for a trip to the ABC store and that is not a joke," she answered. Daniel gave her a look pondering her suggestion as he ate a few bites of his rapidly cooling meal. That would be new. Other than a few beers at Sam and Jack's, he had never really done anything quite like what Adrienne was suggesting, in fact, rather than worry, he sat there thinking that it might be fun, that college experience Adrienne was teasing him earlier about missing.

"If you're debating Indy, for the record, I won't be jumping you," Adrienne stated simply. Daniel spit out some rice onto his plate, cracking his assistant up from her seat across from him.

"I wasn't thinking that!" he defended, frantically grabbing his soda to wash down the granules now trapped in his throat.

I was.

Dammit.

Smiling, she stuck out her tongue, arranging another fruit/meat/veggie tortilla mix.

"I know. I'm just playing. Let's go to the ABC store, get some supplies and go to my apartment. I have a GREAT idea," she suggested.

"I'm not much of a drinker..." he admitted, his mind changing as he started to wonder what in the world this 'great idea' was exactly.

"I'm not that much of one either, but it'll be fun and I promise not to make you puke..." she teased. Come on Daniel live a little, his brain was telling him, this is nothing.

Adrienne's harmless.

And you trust her.

She'd keep her word.

"Alright," he replied and waved for the check. With the same eagerness as before, the waiter was at their side, check cheerily ripped from the pad. Before she could protest Daniel had his credit card waiting, insisting on paying for Adrienne's meal. Well that's nice, she thought, touched and feeling slightly guilty for having as many overpriced drinks are she did. She was embarrassed, slipping away to the restroom while he signed the ticket, meeting him at the door.

This was too confusing; why was he being so sweet, about everything?

She needed another margarita.

When they arrived at the ABC store, Adrienne made Daniel sit in the car while she ran inside, that mischievous grin plastered from ear to ear.

"I don't get to pick?" he asked, offended and slightly worried. What exactly did she have in mind?

"No, I'm gonna surprise you," she said with a smile, "Trust me."

"Why do I get the feeling this is going to blow up in my face," he answered but Adrienne just laughed, dashing inside. Still baffled by this, the fact he was out to dinner, alone with his assistant, the fact that they were going to drink together, alone in her apartment, the fact that they were spending so much time together, alone, he wasn't sure what to make of all of this. He really liked her, as much as it was hard to admit after everything that happened; she wasn't just some crazy loud mouthed punk wanna be. He enjoyed talking with her, bouncing ideas off of her, just being with her in general.

When she returned, medium sized brown bag in hand, she shoved it into the floor at her feet, revealing nothing, and pointing in the direction of the parking lot exit.

"What did you get?" Daniel asked.

"Just wait," she answered, winking, smiling.

"I'm slowly working my way back to not trusting you," he joked back as he turned the keys, starting the ignition.

"Whatever," she replied, her thin pale fingers reaching for the knob to the radio. Not saying a word, Daniel waited for her selection, biting his lips as she passed by hard rock, classical, latino, rap, settling on a pop station, a few familiar beats coming through the speakers.

"PLEASE tell me that you know this one!" she yelled over the blaring music, laughing, pulling her legs up to cross them in his seat. A few more beats played and Daniel knew he had heard the song but had no idea what it was or any of the words when the rap started.

He knew this song...

Alright stop, collaborate and listen...

Adrienne appeared to know it as well, rapping along happily to the terrible music, laughing and smiling in his front seat. He should have been annoyed, but he just wasn't. She was laughing, rapping, being silly, hilarious, reaching across the console every so often to try to get him to dance in his seat.

"You're not mentally stable," he shouted over the radio as she sang the chorus, throwing her hands in front of herself just like a bad rapper.

"And it took you how long to figure this out," she smiled in return, winking, holding up her finger so he wouldn't interrupt the next verse, rapping happily again.

"I'm not sure if I should be impressed or frightened, but after the road trip, I really shouldn't be surprised," he replied, his arm shoved roughly as she continued to sing.

They drove to her apartment on her insistence, something about her being certain that Daniel lacked the supplies needed for the evening, which caused more worry to seep into his gut. What supplies exactly was she talking about?

Directing him to park in the guest parking to the side, Adrienne unbuckled quickly, rushing to her front door and inside. Daniel, on the other hand, walked slowly to the door and into her open apartment, for only the third time since he had known her. The first time was pretty awkward, the whole True Blood debacle and the second time after her car wreck wasn't as awkward, but there was still some tension between them. This time, he actually felt welcome and not guarded, yet still a little worried as to what she had up her sleeve.

Closing the door behind him, he walked over to the kitchen to see what she was up to as she produced two ornate brown bottles from the bag setting them carefully onto her small dining room table. He squinted to read the label, not familiar with drink, his experience with liquors not including expensive looking bottles with gold decoration.

"Godiva?" he asked, reaching for one of the bottles.

"Yea, it's chocolate liquor. Not as strong; you said you weren't a drinker," she answered, smiling, waiting, hoping to earn his approval, which meant so much to her. It was silly, she knew, she had only cared before about his thinking she was a competent professional but now she wanted him to have fun like they had on the way from San Francisco.

"Is it good?" he asked.

"Nah Indy, I buy shitty liquor. For as much as it costs it betta be good," she replied as she went down the hall to her bedroom, yelling back to him.

"We need about six shot glasses; they're in the wine cabinet!"

Of course she has a wine cabinet, would he expect less?

Looking for a small rack at first, Daniel searched around her kitchen, cheap wooden apartment cabinets decorated with more glued on grape wine, to find the cabinet.

"What in the world is she talking about?" he asked out loud when he saw it. It was in the small space between the kitchen and the dining area, and easily the largest piece of furniture in the house, a tall wooden structure built specifically for the beverage of Dionysus. The top housed a place for glasses, hung neatly by their bases and the bottom had rack upon rack of bottles, at least thirty by his count. So much for not being much of a drinker. He stood there for a moment, trying to figure out where in the world the shot glasses would be when he saw a pair of double doors underneath the glasses, some hidden compartment in the back of the cabinet. He opened the doors, not sure what to expect there to be behind them, when he paused, peering over his shoulder and back down the hall.

'Wait, six?" he clarified, her words sinking in.

"Yeah, or eight. And we need that ice bucket on top, filled," she yelled.

His gaze floating to the top of the cabinet, the bucket there as requested, he chuckled, reaching for the container, wondering what madness she was up to.

Correction, he thought, what madness is she about to get me into?

"Dere ya ah!" her voice floated down the hall second before she came dashing in but headed to the living room ignoring him and proceeding to the DVD player.

"We're going to watch a movie? How original..." he teased.

"No, smart ass, we're gonna play a drinkin' game," she hissed, waving the iPad in her hand. She tapped a few things and set it on the coffee table, directing him to bring the shot glasses and ice bucket over, while she ran back into the kitchen and grabbed the bottles of liquor, shoving them into the collection of frozen cubes.

"Ok, have you ever played a drinking game?" she asked, quelling her accent so he would understand. In fact, her tone was almost professor like, and he was about to call her on just that when he caught her staring him right in the eyes. It was eerie, she was reading him, and he made a face at her, a face she quickly misinterpreted.

"Thought so," she said, pointing beside where she was sitting on the floor, requesting he join her, "It's pretty simple, read over this," she handed him the iPad, redirecting her attention to the assortment of shot glasses in front of them, arranging them in a careful spread.

"Is this that movie you got Teal'c hooked on?" he groaned as he took a seat beside her, the title of the web article reading "Drinking Games for Monty Python and the Holy Grail."

"Yep," she smiled.

"I saw this once, it's awful..." he whined a bit.

"I'm going to pretend that you didn't say that lest our friendship cease immediately and clarify that you understand the rules," she continued.

"Basically, when this happens," he pointed at the screen, "I drink that," he pointed to another column.

"Exactly!" she pushed three shot glasses towards him as she watched his bright blue eyes scan the rest of the screen.

"Three shots for intermission!?" he exclaimed as he got to the bottom of the list.

"Yea shug, ya game?" she challenged.

"Please don't let me die," he said jokingly and with that Adrienne laughed and hit play, reaching for the cooling liquor to pour the shots.

"Coconuts, DRINK!" she shouted about an hour later.

"I don't see the coco - whatever," he argued, poorly, drunkenly, tossing another shot down his throat, missing slightly, the brown liquid trickling from the side of his mouth, Daniel reaching quickly to catch the spill.

"But you can hear them," she insisted, giggling, tossing another down her throat as well.

"Now you're just fucking with me," Daniel replied, Adrienne about to roll in the floor at him swearing. He had been doing that more than usual since this little game of theirs started and it was killing her, in fact, if she wasn't so buzzy herself she would be filming him trying not to swear at her and struggling to keep up.

"Ah ahm nah, Ah swear fo gah, donna ya 'ear dem!?" Adrienne shouted, demanded, pointing to the TV.

"NO!" Daniel replied, but he drank anyway, another shot; he had forgotten the first apparently. The moment he swallowed, Adrienne fell over onto the floor, laughing hysterically.

"What now?" he asked, holding onto the table to keep himself upright.

"Dere were nah any coconuts..." she said, wiping tears from her eyes, "ahn ya drank twice..."

"You LIED to me!?" he tried to act angry, but he was too tipsy to be serious.

"Sho deed, ya drunk doctah?" she asked. Adrienne was pretty toasted herself, her words slurring and barely comprehensible, hilarious, Daniel tossing the shot glass to the table laughing some more. She was right; this was fun, she was fun.

"Very," he told the truth.

"Ah am too..." she tried to stand.

"Where are you going?" he asked, giving up on sitting upright, letting himself fall into the floor.

"Imma comin' ova ta see if ya be lyin' ta me," Adrienne stated, giving up on standing herself, opting to crawl on the floor over towards him. She brought her face to his.

"How many fingers am I 'oldin' up?" she asked.

"Twelve?" he tried to be funny, thinking he had failed, but it was enough, Adrienne falling over into his lap into hysterics. Calming herself, she rolled over a bit, resting her head there and looking up at him.

"So," he asked, "if my knowledge of Cameron's shitty movies is correct, aren't you supposed to be dancing on a table?"

Adrienne laughed a little more, but remained in his lap.

"I would if I was soba enough ta insho I could actually get on da table in one piece," she laughed, rolling over to her side, sliding her hands under her head, "I'd radda stay 'ere. Ya comfortable."

"Ad, get up please," Daniel asked, his tone changing, starting to push her away.

"Why, Imma jus layin' 'ere?" she replied innocently, scooting closer, confused as to what his problem with her lying right here was.

And then she felt why, and unmistakable stiffness under her head, one that did not belong to her. Biting her lip coyly, she rolled her head back to peer up at him.

"Oh, dat's why," she said.

"Yes, that's why, please get up," he was insisting, his palms on her shoulders again and Adrienne sat up a bit, making a face.

"Damn shug, so ya got a little excited, what da 'ell be da big deal? 'fraid Vala might get jealous?" she teased, not seeing the problem; they both had had a lot to drink.

"No, it's, I'm drunk and it's embarrassing and I, Ad, please," he stammered, wriggling away from her, Adrienne smiling at his flushed face, crawling over to him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Daniel asked her, trying to adjust himself as he sat back against the sofa.

"Because, you're being stupid," she replied, forcing herself to speak clearly so that he understood, "Sometimes things like that happen when you drink too much. There's nothing to be embarrassed about unless..."

A light bulb went off in Adrienne's head.

"Unless, it's not da alcohol," she finished, shocked by her own words.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said, his words clearer and more sober as he tried to talk his way out of this.

"Then let me lay in your lap."

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because it'll get worse, ok, are you happy?!" he snapped at her.

Worse?

She was quite amazed. If what she felt was only partial the thought of worse was about to drive her wild. Yes, they were friends and he was her boss, but he was so incredibly hot and she had had a few fantasies herself about things she would like to do to him if she ever got the chance.

Now was her chance.

Scooting closer to him and his lap, she reached for the button of his jeans, Daniel quickly brushing her hand away.

"Ad, what are you doing?" he tried to back up more but the sofa stopped him, as Adrienne pulled her hands away.

"Sorry, I was curious, I..."

"Adrienne, I think I should go I just.."

"Daniel, I'm sorry, I am, I just...I just wanted to know if I had caused that, that's all," she sputtered, not really explaining why her hands were gravitating toward his fly but it was the best she could come up with on the spot.

"And if you had?" he asked.

"Then I'd feel obligated to, uh, fix it," she answered shyly, clearly still inebriated but bold. Daniel breathed out, feeling himself get harder as the words crossed her lips.

Was she serious?

"Fix it how?" he ventured, his curiosity getting the best of him.

"Did I cause it?" she questioned again, Daniel's face five shades of red. He could feel his full length pushing against his pants and he was so hard he was afraid that he would explode then and there. It had been so long, too long, and he wanted to tell her the truth.

"Yea, you caused it," he whispered, his voice trembling. Pursing her lips, Adrienne crawled back towards him.

"Then let me fix it, please," she reached again for his pants, his heart pounding in his chest. This time he didn't fight her as she undid the top button of his jeans, pulling down the zipper sensually. Daniel was trembling with both anticipation and terror of falling apart too soon as Adrienne reached the bottom of the zipper, peeking up at him.

"Out or off?" she asked, pausing her advance.

"What?" he was confused, especially sitting here in her living room his pants undone.

"Do you want me to pull it out or take your pants off?" she clarified. Dear god, he thought, I can't believe she is asking me this.

I can't believe this is happening.

"Out," he breathed, his heart racing.

"Kinky," but she did as he requested, slipping her hand into his jeans and through the opening in his boxers reaching until she felt him, thick and hard in her grasp, pulling him gently out of his pants.

"You're big," Adrienne complimented.

Daniel didn't know what to say, he'd been told that before, but coming from his attractive feisty assistant it was just that much more arousing, especially as she ran her hand up and down him lightly.

"I might have to be selfish," she stated, confusing him when he got his answer, what her definition of selfish or self-less was for that matter, as she started to run the tip of her tongue down his shaft. He let out a deep breath, as she slipped her mouth around the head, making him shiver. She must have felt it, because she stopped her light sucking, peering back up at him.

"Are you ok? Do you want me to stop?" she asked, darting her tongue onto him lightly.

"Just nerves, but don't stop. It feels good," he replied and she giggled a bit.

"Good, and I just got started," and she returned to her task. Once again, as she started, she lightly ran her tongue around the tip in a slow circular motion while she moved her hand up and down him lazily. She felt him stiffen fully once again and wrapped her lips around him alternating between teasing him at the end and taking him completely into her mouth. After a few sucks, Adrienne adjusted her body so that she was kneeling between his legs and no longer sitting beside him. Daniel was trying to figure out what she was doing, hoping she wasn't stopping, until he felt a change in pressure where she had been sucking.

The tongue ring...

Oh dear god...

He melted back into the sofa, the sensation was too much but he didn't try to stop her just laid his head back, letting himself enjoy.

Why was he letting her do this?

He had spent so much time fighting off Vala's advances that he never stopped to think what he would do if he and Adrienne were in a situation like this. He felt a surge of pleasure rocket through his body, making him gasp out. Adrienne pulled back and worked him up and down more quickly with her hand, peering up at him for his reaction. He was breathing heavily, reaching out for her head, his hips convulsing as she ran her hand lightly up his inner thigh, cupping him, letting her finger gently rub the spot underneath. He was moaning loudly now and Adrienne could tell that he was not going to last much longer if she kept up the pace. She slowed her hand but didn't let go, making him glance up in confusion and slight embarrassment.

"Sorry, I was getting a little carried away."

"You're supposed to," she replied, letting her tongue tease down for a moment, "let's me know I'm doing something right." He flushed again, she was doing more than right and she giggled, pulling her head back, continuing to pump him up and down with her hand.

"God you're so hot when you're embarrassed," she teased. He tried to smile but seemed too scared to move, Adrienne quickly determining that she was going to have to do everything. Stroking him up and down again with more fervor, she gazed into his as he started to breath heavy again.

'Daniel, I'm gonna give you a choice..." she began, "this or me?"

He sat in silence for a second as if he hadn't quite registered what she was saying. She was about to repeat herself when he looked up at her.

"Is there a correct answer?" he asked.

"Nope shug, I don't play games," she replied.

"You," he answered quickly wanting just that, wanting to be inside of her. She didn't respond, just got to her knees and began to undo the top button of her jeans, teasing him as she pulled down the zipper slowly. Unable to contain himself, he pulled her forward, reaching for her hips, ripping her jeans and panties to the floor, dragging her body toward him.

"Patience Indy," Adrienne scolded, "Let me take these off."

Daniel was mesmerized as Adrienne stripped in front of him, her lower body tattoos visible. He wanted to run his tongue along each of them so slowly and was so insanely aroused he couldn't even think straight. Shaking his head as he saw her pull her clothing off of the ends of her feet, he got brave, finally able to form words.

"Can I make another request?" he asked.

"Sure," she smiled, tossing the clothing aside.

"Can we go to the bedroom?" he tried, hoping to get the answer he wanted. If he was going to take her, he didn't want to do it on the floor.

"Are you preparing to enjoy this for a while Daniel?" she teased, using his name, not calling him Indy.

It made it more real.

He wanted to explode.

"If you're up for it," he got a little braver; after all, she was very willing and he did find her attractive.

And smart.

And perfect.

He started to stand but she shoved him back down and crawled into his lap, slamming him into her. She was drenched and she clenched him once he was all of the way inside of her. He gasped out again, reaching his hands to her hips.

"No bedroom?" he asked as he began to rock his hips underneath of her coming to the very fast realization that he was having sex with his assistant. He didn't care though, it felt too good to stop. Adrienne just giggled.

"Start here, end there, sound like a plan?" she asked, lifting her eyebrows and smiling.

He just nodded and went to kiss her neck, realizing that her t-shirt was in his way. He reached for its hem and pulled it over her head, not losing the rocking motion he was making underneath of her. As he expected she was wearing a sports bra, but he decided to leave that on for the time being. He kissed his way along her collarbone and then up her neck, making her whimper. It was the sound that he'd heard come from her and it turned him on more. Grabbing her hips, he pushed himself in deeper and she shouted this time, throwing back her head, riding him wildly. Containing herself, she looked back at him quickly.

"I had NO idea," she smiled, "but I'm gonna enjoy this. Get naked," she ordered. Nodding, Daniel reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. He went to remove what was still left of his pants but realized that would require them to separate, something that he did not want to do. Reading the displeasure in his eyes, Adrienne reached up for his cheek, running her palm there slowly.

"I'll race ya, sports bra for pants. First one in da bed and nekked gets control," she said with a light bit of her lip, dashing off down the hall. He knew he would lose, but he didn't care, he stood quickly, removing the rest of his clothing and following.

Her bedroom looked like a temple to Bacchus and Daniel couldn't help but laugh at the irony of it all considering they were both intoxicated and having sex. She was kneeling on the bed which was covered in a deep purple bedspread waiting for him and he smiled as he approached her.

"I lost," he said, crawling onto the bed in front of her.

"I forfeit," she smiled, pulling him onto her as she lay on her back. Thrusting her hips upward, she didn't seem to want to wait, and he reached down, guiding himself into her.

This time, she threw back her head.

"Dear God Daniel!" she shouted out, pulling him into herself deeper with her legs. He looked down at her, smiling.

"I thought you didn't believe in God?" he teased.

"You're quickly making me question that assertion," she was able to gasp out as he leaned in, beginning to thrust into her forcefully, pulling out slowly, teasingly and then just before he pulled out of her body completely would slam himself back in. She was moaning and rocking underneath of him, so he just continued his rhythm, watching her face looking for cues as to when he had done something in particular to please her.

He wanted to please her; the thought of pleasuring her was just as enticing to him as the thought of his own pleasure.

She held onto him tightly, forcing him at times to remain inside of her as she ground into him and he did as she directed.

They made love like this for a long while, Adrienne making sure to stop Daniel when she felt he was going to climax too soon and stopping herself when she thought she was on the edge. It was amazing, and Adrienne was pretty well fully sober by the time she couldn't hold back. She was atop him again, holding onto the overhead rails of her canopy bed while she ground down onto him. His hands were all over her, everywhere she has ever wanted them to go and the build was to the point that she could no longer control. Panting, she gazed down at him.

"Daniel?" she asked.

"Yea," he breathed out.

"I'm close, very close," she whimpered.

"Thank God," he replied, "because I can't hold out much longer." She smiled. God he was handsome; easily the most handsome man she had ever seen. She wanted to see him go, to see him enjoy the climax of the intimate experience they had shared, so she leaned over close to his face, bringing her lips to his ear.

"Let go," she whispered, pecking him lightly as she ground down further.

'"But you?" he asked.

"Trust me, let go," she begged.

So he did.

He rested his head back into the pillow and held back no longer.

The orgasm started deep inside of him, hitting him like a wave and he threw his head back, screaming loudly as he held onto her hips. The feeling of him inside of her exploding sent her over the edge and she held onto his hands at her hips, shouting out as the feeling erupted in her as well. She pushed down onto him harder and they moved together in a frenzy or sweat, fluids and screaming.

Panting, Adrienne collapsed onto him when she finished, bringing her lips to his ear.

"Daniel, you're amazing," she whispered, laying her head on his shoulder. Smiling, he reached his hand around to her head, stroking her hair.

"I have a good partner," he replied, and she giggled, gently kissing his bicep.

"Add that to the list of things that we do well together," she answered and he kissed her head, peering over at the clock, noting that it was a little after one in the morning.

"Can I stay here? I'm still a little tipsy and it's pretty late," he asked. She crawled from on top of him and made her way to the bathroom, tossing him a towel.

"Of course, you can sleep here if you like. After all, what's the worst that could happen? We could end up in bed together," she laughed as she got back in with him, pulling back the covers. The realization hitting him, Daniel grew red in the face.

"Adrienne, I really didn't intend for this to happen," he started but Adrienne shushed him with a gentle kiss.

"The only thing I'm regretting is that I dove right into your pants before kissing this beautiful mouth," she rubbed his lips lightly with her thumb. He pulled it away so he could honor her request, kissing her again, slowly, sweetly, never wanting to stop.

When they broke away, Adrienne pulled down the blankets the best she could with him sitting on them indicating for him to crawl in beside her. He did without hesitation and she rolled over onto her side, feeling him pull his body behind her and slip his arm around her waist. In complete bliss, she let herself fall asleep in his grasp.

Daniel awoke the next morning with a splitting headache and aching all over. He reached out, fully expecting to find himself asleep on his keyboard but instead felt a pillow under his hands. Pushing himself up, he saw he was lying in a strange bed.

With purple linens.

Naked.

This was Adrienne's bed.

"Nice and slow Indy... don't take it too fast."

He slowly looked behind him to see Adrienne sitting at the foot of the bed, mug in hand.

"Here shug, drink this," she said as she passed the mug to him.

"What is it?" he sat up the rest of the way reaching for the offering.

"Blackberry tea," she answered, "nothing weird, I promise."

He sipped cautiously, drinking more once he realized she was right.

"What time is it?" he asked.

"Ten," she answered, cautiously, awaiting his reaction.

"Shit," he sputtering, starting to stand, grabbing his aching head and trying to cover his nudity. She stood and walked over to him, holding him up and kindly wrapping the blanket around him and he smiled at her, realizing how silly the gesture was. She'd seen more of him in the past twenty four hours than anyone other than himself had seen in a while.

Stop worrying about the blanket stupid.

"Don't worry, I already called Sam. I told a white lie. Remember, those things you hate," she said.

"And?" he said as he sat back down on the bed, her purple comforter wrapped around his waist messily, the fabric slightly slipping down his hip.

"She said we're good to go. Show up if we feel like more or less," Adrienne said, sitting beside him.

"What did you tell her?" he looked over at her worried.

"That we did things to rival Vala's imagination..." she smiled.

"For real..." but there was panic in his voice. They HAD done things to rival Vala's imagination, for hours...

"That the stuff I finished yesterday an hour earlier was so hard that I decided to look at it again after my run, took it home, found an error on my part and called you," she amended. He kept drinking the tea.

"Once you keep that cup down, I'll give you some Advil," she continued.

"You seem to know a lot about hangovers," he teased.

"Shut up or I'll stop treating you," she smiled and he laughed, feeling like they were back to normal. Well, sort of normal.

He was sitting naked in her bed after a night of love making.

Yeah, that's normal.

"Can I take a shower?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'll get you some stuff," she started to stand, stopping at the door.

"What?" he could tell she wanted to say something.

"Can I join you?" she asked and Daniel paused, remembering what happened last night but he really had no idea what they were going to do. She was his assistant.

"Uh," was the only answer he could come up with.

"It's ok, I was just asking. Trying to feel out what we did last night..." Adrienne headed for the bathroom.

She's fantastic, he thought, everything I could have wanted and more. Determined, Daniel looked down at the bedspread and just let it fall to the floor, following behind her naked.

"Ad?" he stuck his head in, still using the doorframe to hide himself somewhat.

"Yeah," she looked over her shoulder.

"We can't tell anyone, if we, continue, like this, at least not at first, not until I figure out if we're gonna, well, get busted," he tried not to sound like a complete creep. His mind was racing, thinking that this may work, could work, he just needed to look into things.

"Of course not," she responded, reaching and turning the water on, pulling the t-shirt over her head.

Now he wasn't the only one naked.

"Come on handsome, let's get washed up," she whispered, turning around, reaching out her hand and he came right to her.

He'd figure this out later.