A/N: Hey all. Sorry, I have had the worst problems coming up with an idea for this story. I thunk the plot bunny gone died on me. But, alas, like a cat, it's got plenty of lives. This is a Short part. Guess call it a teaser. I just wanted to post something. It's been a while. So, No more need of the Excedrin(Due to the banging of my head on the keyboard.. Reviewers: Thank you. Thank you.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with anything. I'm just borrowing them for a while. Cameron and Daniel will be returned, unharmed but thoroughly fucked, sore, and joker faced. You can keep Jack. As the series states: Who Needs Jack! Enough said!

Warnings: This is MATURE. SLASH M/M. Language. ...ya get it by now..

Enjoy!

Chapter 7: Who needs explanations.. Let's just fuck..

CHAPTER 6: Previously:

Nice to see you again, Cameron. Can't wait until we start working together again."

God I was nauseated. Sam was flirting with him.

He looked at her and smiled. Obviously flirting back.

Then when he turned to me, his smile disappeared.

I'm guessing I really don't have to guess.

"I really must be going. Can not keep General Landry waiting, can I." Sam told him as she exited my office.

Cameron walked over to me.

"Daniel?" He asked, cupping my face with his palm..

I just looked at him.

How the hell can I explain this

Clean up on aisle 7!"

"Clean up on aisle 7!"

"Toby, we need a mop and can on 7."

Of course, I couldn't just grab a cart.

Ohhh Nooo. I most certainly did not have a need for a cart.

It's only a few items.

A few glass items.

That I happen to drop on the floor.

Along with part of the shelf of Olive Oil.

There went dinner.

Someone just kill me now.

I'm home finally. Thank the gods.

Cooking a chicken pasta special for my guest tonight.

I don't want to even think back on today.

Sam.

Cameron's arrival at the wrong time, then dealing with a face asking a thousand questions.

I'm thankful he agreed to leave it be there, and come on over tonight for a talk...And with hope something more.

Looking down at myself, I shake my head. This will not do. I want to take his mind off of the 'Sam' incident and these baggy rags will not suffice. Turning the burner down to simmer, I head off to take a quick shower. Then plan on changing into something more... ..Fuckable.

I look down at myself, not bad if I do say so.

Checking to make sure everything is ready:

Check: The table is all set.

Check: The dinner is done.

I glance at the clock as I hear the doorbell ring. Only a few minutes early. Perfect.

I walk over and casually open it up. Don't want to seem too eager. But, it's hard to get a grip on my hormones as I eye Cameron's get up. A nice tight fitting black shirt, and black leather pants. I wonder to myself, 'should we forget about dinner, and just go with dessert.' The idea of enjoying that strawberry shortcake I bought off of him... Oh god... I got to stop this.

"Hey, Daniel... You mind letting me in?" I hear breaking my thoughts.

"Oh..I'm so sorry," I say to him. Allowing him to enter, and shutting the door.

"You just look so..." I usually can speak. I just can't get my brains to work past my belt at this point.

"Hot!" he says with a cocky grin.

I smile. "I was thinking more.. edible."

He smiles back as he pulls me into his arms. .

Our lips meet, softly at first. Then mouths open and our tongues dance with each other. Hands roam each others body.

He pushes me back against the couch and I lose my balance and fall backwards. Looking at him, I don't know what I want to do to him. He's there holding his hand over his mouth. Laughing away at my expense. But, it's really hard to stay angry. I'm just upset. I was enjoying him. He moves around and helps me up. Leaning over, he gives me a quick peck on the lips then looks toward the table.

"I'm sorry. Really. Didn't mean to laugh." he tells me.

Smiling at him, I reply. "It's fine, Cameron. I just lost my balance."

We both laugh for a moment, then stop.

So.. We eat?" Cameron asks.

I shake my head in reply. Move him over toward the table, he insists on holding the seat out for me. Strange, I don't think anyone has ever done that for me. Ever.

Our dinner is nice. A little on the quiet side, but still nice. He tells me a few jokes and I laugh. I'm enjoying this. Peaceful. Tranquil.

When we are finished, Cameron helps me clean. Soon, He takes a hold of my hand and pulls me into the living on to the couch.

His strong fingers cascade softly down my face. He pulls in toward me and kisses me.

God, I feel like a teenager again making out on the couch. Soon he pulls away. A face dead serious.

"Daniel, Can we talk?" He asks me.

I shake my head. Voice unable to speak. I really thought I could take his mind away from what happened and we could just forget about before.

"Daniel," he starts with clearing his voice. "Do you trust me enough to tell me what is going on between you and Sam? I care a great deal about you, and would like to help you in any way. Can you tell me... Please?" the last word coming out as a plea.

Looking into his blue eyes deeply, I shake my head.

"Yes." I say as I finally find my voice. "I'll tell you."

R/R.. Should the bunny have stayed dead? Or Do ya like.