WARNING: R rated chapter ahead
Chapter 13. Upgrades
Something has changed between them, and it wasn't until Jack was lost on Eudora for over three months that Daniel figured out what it was. He said nothing, despite the fact that she did not come to him once during the time Jack was gone. She was always at the base, always working late, always desperate to bring Jack home. Daniel had hoped it was just stress; he missed the irritating Colonel too, though he would never admit it, but even once Jack returned, things were not quite the same.
His realisation also leeched into his relationship with Jack, and between the lies he told to double cross the NID and the fight they got into on Euronda and all the sniping comments in between, things were deteriorating fast. Daniel threw himself into his work instead, as he has always done to fill the void. And things were going fine, he was handling it, he was dealing, until Anise slapped some armbands on the three of them that made him feel invincible, and also came with the slight downside of impairing his rational mind. In hindsight, not a great idea when you're working through some shit.
"Wanna go double or nothing?" Sam grins at the poor fool who had challenged her at pool, her tone playful and innocent and absolutely fake. Daniel smirks when the man refuses, surreptitiously watching Sam lean against her pool cue, her hips tilting to one side, drawing Daniel's gaze to the perfect curve of her ass in those tight jeans.
"Smart move." He chuckles at the man as he stood to get another beer; she had just wiped the floor with him three times in a row, and Daniel is certain the man's ego will need resuscitating.
"What are you laughing at, geek?"
Daniel freezes, turning slowly to glare at the man. He knew the type. Muscular, tight shirts, cocky swagger – a jock. The same type that had always bullied him, belittled him, laughed at him – even Jack was the same. Before, the only way he had been able to stand up to guys like this was with his words, which usually only got him a worse beating. Not today.
"Excuse me?" He is calm on the outside, but on the inside his blood is singing. The impending threat of a fight sending his adrenalin into overdrive and making his palms itch.
"Let it go!" He hears Jack order, but Daniel is too far gone.
"No, not this time." A grin that doesn't belong to him slides across his face as four even bigger and bulkier jocks stand and surrounded him and Jack.
"Yeah, what are you gonna do?" The man postures, puffing out his chest.
Daniel's gaze slid across to meet Sam's. Her grin matches his, and there's something so feral and unrestrained about it that it sends a chill down Daniel's spine.
"Well this is a cliché." Jack quips, and Daniel raises an eyebrow at him.
"Okay. Fine." He sighs, and picks up the guy closest to him and throws him across the table.
All hell breaks loose. Sam elbows the guy who called Daniel a geek in the face, most likely breaking his nose if the amount of blood pouring out of it is any indication. The two jocks surrounding him pounce, but Daniel is much faster and much stronger now. He's throwing punches and throwing chairs and throwing bodies clear across the room. Sam ends up by his side at some point and she's beating the crap out of somebody and she's laughing and, he realises, so is he, and she's so goddamn beautiful that he wants to throw her up on that pool table and kiss her until she can't breathe and he's reaching for her to do just that when sirens come blaring towards them.
"It's the fuzz! Scatter! Scatter!" Jack shouts, and they run, whizzing past the flashing blue and red lights and laughing.
They separate, heading out of town, back towards the mountain. He reaches the edge of the woods and he hears her laughter somewhere ahead of him and off to the left. He veers that way, pushing his legs as fast as they will go, testing the limits of the armband. He's hunting her down like prey and she knows he is because she's laughing and calling his name, teasing him as she switches directions. His heart is beating so fast in his chest that it's vibrating and his blood is so loud that it thrums in his ears and he can't even feel his feet touching the ground and he's basically flying and then, he catches her. He catches her, and she lets him.
Their lips meet, and there is nothing slow or tender about it. It's carnal and hedonic, all teeth and tongue and hands. He's tearing off her jacket and yanking back her hair, opening her throat to leave a trail of bite marks and bruises. She's tugging off his sweater and he's glad he hasn't needed to wear his glasses because they would have gone flying. She rips his shirt clean in two, her nails raking down his bare chest hard enough to draw blood, hard enough to draw a moan from him.
He yanks her shirt off over her head, and he can't find the latches to her bra so he rips the thing apart, tossing the shredded material over his shoulder. He picks her up and whirls her around, faster than lightning, and throws her up against a tree hard enough that there's a splintering crack as the trunk splits down the middle.
She throws her head back and laughs and wraps her legs around his waist. His mouth travels south, his tongue wrapping around a perfectly perky rosebud and her laughter turns into a moan. His hands pull at those skin-tight jeans, and he struggles to get them off without ripping them. Her own hands are between them, working his slacks down past his hips and suddenly he is free, and a second later he is in her.
Sam slams her head back against the tree and cries out. His pace is hard and fast and bruising and there is a cracking noise as the tree beneath them snaps cleanly in two and then they're both falling. There's a resounding crash as the tree topples and Daniel clutches Sam to him and rolls away. She lands on top and keeps going, and Daniel is sure he'll have splinters in the morning in places he can't explain but she's bouncing above him, her head thrown back and moaning at the stars and so he doesn't care. He digs his heels into the dirt and lifts his hips up to meet her every downward thrust and she screams. She's moaning and swearing and yelling his name, along with a variety of other things that Daniel has never heard from her mouth before. She had never hinted at dirty talk during any of their previous encounters, but now that they had no inhibitions, the things she was saying were making Daniel's blood boil, the coil in his belly tightening, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold on if she kept that up.
He flips their positions, and she groans when he pulls away from her, but cries out when he rolls her over and enters her from behind. His hands grip her hips hard enough to leave bruises and her fingers claw at the grass, a harsh cry torn from her lips with every thrust. He pulls her to him, his chest to her back, and her spine arches, her head resting on his shoulder. His hands slide up her body, grasping and kneading the heavy mounds of flesh as her cries get louder. He rolls the hardened buds between his fingers and thumbs and tugs, hard, and then she's cursing and screaming his name and shuddering in his arms.
She falls forward onto her hands, her arms shaking, but he's not done yet.
He gathers her up into his arms and kisses her, pulling them both to their feet, his tongue invading her mouth, their faces crushed together. She's as light as a feather and it's so easy to toss her further up his body, her legs hooking over his shoulders so his tongue can invade elsewhere. Her hands are in his hair and he's sure she's torn clumps from his scalp, but she's moaning so loud she's almost screaming and she's rocking her hips against his face, rubbing herself on his tongue and Daniel has never experienced anything so erotic and it takes more effort than it should to stop himself from coming right there and then.
He brings her to the brink then drops to his knees and lowers her to the grass. She growls in frustration at the loss of his mouth, but he drives into her again at a blinding pace that would be a blur to anyone who saw them. It's not long before she's clenching around him, her nails raking rivers of blood down his back and their cries mingle into the night as she drags him over the edge with her.
He collapses on top of her, dirt and leaves coating their skin, sticking to the sweat and Daniel's smeared blood, and it's a long time before either of them can move.
When they find Jack in later in the mess hall, starving once again, he takes one look at them and his eyebrows disappear into his hair.
"The hell happened to you two?"
They sit down at his table and help themselves to the piles of food he's accumulated. Sam picks a stray leaf out of her hair and looks at it.
"Got lost in the woods. Some kind of animal was chasing me." She says with a straight face and a twitch of an eyebrow, and Daniel almost spits his drink all over the poor Colonel's confused face.
O - O - O - O - O
Hours later, when the effects of the armband had long worn off, Daniel lay awake in his bed, brooding over the fact that, yet again, he'd almost lost her today. He squeezed his eyes shut, remembering the desperation and despair that had washed over him when he realised they were locked out of the ship, stuck on the right side of the force field. They could have run, they could have made it all the way back to the Stargate, and she would have called him an idiot if she knew, but he was ready to die then. He was ready to die, rather than have to live a life without her in it.