Short but very bad. Read with caution. And Rinne, your second review was not only very naughty, but it also gave me an idea for how to end this story. Much obliged!

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Daniel was sure that the Monnorans were purposely taking their time with the meeting. He sat across from O'Neill, his eyes downcast and his hands tightly clenched in his lap, willing himself to get through the meeting without succumbing to the wretched drink.

Sam and Teal'c had given him questioning looks when he and Jack had come into the room late, but he had studiously avoided returning the looks. Just get through the meeting without…

The first sensation caused his face to flush. Silently cursing his fortune, Daniel lowered his head even further, desperately trying to think of how to keep his face blank.

The sensation grew. He gritted his teeth, pressing his fingertips into his thighs as though the discomfort would somehow ward off the continuing effects.

He felt sweat develop on his brow and under his arms. Ripples of pleasure began to sweep his torso, faster and more intense, until he felt that he would burst from the pressure of keeping his face unencumbered with the expression of ecstasy.

Meanwhile, the Monnoran leader, his name lost to Daniel, had turned expectantly to him. With a renewed burst of heat coursing through his body, Daniel forced himself to focus on the leader.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" he asked, his voice strained.

"The oldest texts have been brought up from—"

"That's good!" Daniel interrupted.

The Monnoran leader glanced inquiringly at O'Neill before apparently deciding that Dr. Jackson was a bit exuberant. "Anyway, you may examine them at your leisure."

"Wonderful!" Daniel knew his voice was too high, but he was well beyond being able to control the pitch. His hands clenched under the table as he desperately tried to ignore the looks he was receiving from his teammates. Would the meeting never end?

"I want you to know," no-name Monnoran leader continued, "that we are honored and pleased by your presence, and that we wish to extend to you any assistance that may be needed—"

"Yes!" Daniel tried to hold his breath, but the sensations grew stronger. And no-name was still addressing him. The sweet torture grew and grew, until Daniel knew that he was about to completely lose it.

"And so I welcome your knowledge and expertise and invite you to utilize our collection as fully as you desire—"

"Yes! Yes!" Daniel cried. He fell back, the chair stopping him from tumbling, and as he caught his breath he realized that the entire gathering was staring at him, looking confused and somewhat concerned. He dared a look at Jack, who leaned back in his chair with a grin.

"Pretty excited about those texts, huh, Daniel?" the colonel inquired. "We can see your enthusiasm."

Not trusting himself to speak, Daniel glared at him.

"Yessiree, I do enjoy seeing such excitement from my team. Just warms my heart. Of course, you may have overdone it a bit, but—"

"Jack!" he hissed, wishing that looks could kill, or at least maim.

The colonel just continued to grin.