Author: Jedi Buttercup
Rating: T
Category: B:tVS/Stargate SG-1
Summary: 200 words. Five senses challenge: Touch. (tthdrabbles #024).
Disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not. I claim nothing but the plot.
Spoilers: B:tVS post-"Chosen". Stargate SG-1 post Season 8.
Feedback: It's the coin of the realm.
Notes: 7th in the "Ugly Black Dress" drabble series.
Buffy kicked off her shoes and sat down on the side of the bed, gazing at her sleeping boyfriend. He'd been in meetings until late every day for weeks, what with Jack and Sam leaving the program and Atlantis lobbying for his (their!) presence; it seemed like they'd hardly had five minutes to themselves in several days.
Daniel cracked an eye open at the movement of the mattress, peering up at her blearily, and yawned. "D'you get that nest of Fyarls?" he asked, reaching for her hand.
"Yep," she said lightly, shivering a little as his thumb traced circles on her palm. "They're big and mean, but all that paralyzing snot doesn't do them any good if you happen to have silver crossbow bolts handy."
"Good," he said, yawning again. "I prefer my girlfriends fully articulated, not to mention alive."
Buffy snorted, then snatched her hand back and quickly removed the rest of her clothes. "I'll show you fully articulated," she challenged him, crawling in between the sheets to put herself in contact with as much warm Daniel-flesh as possible.
He grinned, tracing work-roughened hands up her bare sides, sending tingles up her spine. "I think I can handle that."
(fin)