He Kissed Me
by Becca
EMAIL: yuna_ezri@yahoo.com
STATUS: Complete
RATING: PG
CATEGORY: D/J
SPOILERS: Don’t think so
SEASON/SEQUEL: Any season…and this is the sequel to Bryn’s fic ‘She
Kissed Me’ and Kat’s sequel to that ‘I Kissed Him’.
DISCLAIMER: All publicly recognisable characters and places are the
property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret Productions. This
piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary
purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended.
Previously unrecognised characters and places, and this story, are
copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or
dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Um…yeah! Fic :) I know I owe you guys big time…but this
way you get fic…but I still owe you just as much…but hopefully you’ll
all hold of killing me for a little bit about the fics I still owe you?
Maybe? *Becca puts on cutest face*
As always, thanks to Kat for the beta, and Bryn for giving me a great
big shove :)
Oh, you've really, *really* screwed up big time, this time, Janet…
What the hell was I thinking?! I have absolutely *no* idea, and that's
my problem!
I sigh and rest my head in my hands, and start thinking up ways to get
out of this.
Alien virus? Been done, and I'm the doctor…
Um… short period of mental instability? Nah, they'd send me to
Mackenzie for that one…
Uh… 'I'm his doctor, and friend… it was a totally friendly thing, I
swear!' Might work… but as soon as Sam hears, she's going to be round
here faster then I can say 'I love…'
"So, Janet…" Sam says, entering my office, and locking the door behind
her. "What's this I'm hearing about you kissing…"
She gets no further before I interrupt her firmly. "Sam! Whatever you
heard… you *know* what the grapevine is like these days, or do I need
to remind you about certain things said about you and a certain
colonel, recently?
She grimaces at that, but is determined not to get side-tracked in her
little interrogation. "So, the generally known fact that you kissed the
most drooled-after man in this entire base in his office this afternoon
isn't true at all?"
"Ugh!" is all I can manage She takes this for a no, and smiles
delightedly.
"Ha! I knew it! So was he good?" she then asks with a wicked grin.
"What?!" I exclaim, wondering just how much the rumours have elaborated
on my little mistake of this afternoon.
"Was he a good kisser?" She laughs. "Geez! What did you think I meant?!
Was he good in bed?' or something?!"
Noticing my dreamy look at the mention of Daniel's kisses, something
clicks in her mind. "Oh, you didn't! I thought you didn't believe in
sex on the first date!" She grins, and I blush a bright, crimson red.
"NO!"
"No, what?" she asks, baiting me further.
"No, I didn't have sex with Daniel in his office today!" I cry, feeling
myself blush again.
"I see that blush, Janet," Sam says with yet another wicked grin. "You
said 'I didn't have sex with him in his office today'. So where *did*
you have sex with him, then? Come on, Janet! I'm your best friend… you
know you can tell me anything…"
"Sam!" I exclaim. "I haven't had sex with Daniel, period!"
"So does that mean you don't want to?" she asks innocently. I swear, if
we weren't basically 1/5 of the female population of the base, I'd have
dropped her as a best friend ages ago!
"Yes! No… I don't know!" I glare exasperatedly at her.
Quite satisfied, for now at least, she leans back in the chair I
*didn't* tell her she could sit down in. "So what was it like? I need
details, Janet! You know that I live vicariously through you!"
"Fine!" I yell, getting up and pouring us both some coffee from the
coffee maker I keep in my office… the gunk they serve at the commissary
is *definitely* classified as toxic waste…
"Yes, I kissed Daniel in his office today," I say, giving Sam her cup,
appropriately labelled ‘Coffee is for smart people, tea is for the lazy.'
"So?" she asks, wanting more out of me. "Did you like it?"
"Oh yeah!" I say with a satisfied grin, settling back in my chair.
"So does this mean you're going to do it again?" she asks, taking a sip
of her coffee.
"Sam! I don't even know why I kissed him in the first place, let alone
if he would want to do it again!" I exclaim.
"Did he kiss back?"
"Yes…"
"Then he wants to do it again!"
"How can you be so sure?!" I exclaim, wanting nothing more then to kiss
him again, but am I going to admit it to Sam? NO!
"Because I had a little, how shall we put it… chat? With our Danny-boy
before I came to see you…"
"Sam!" I half-yell, sitting up in my chair and nearly spilling my
coffee all over the medical reports I need to get done sometime soon.
"What?" she asks, putting on a very innocent face. I try to resist, but
curiosity gets the better of me, and I just *have* to ask.
"What did you talk about? What did he say?"
"Well… he liked the kiss…" she says thoughtfully.
"He said that?" I ask.
"Not in so many words…" she says, then adds: "But I got the general
impression that he definitely did…"
"So how do you know?!" I demand. There is absolutely no point in
getting my hopes up if they're just going to be dashed because Sam gave
me some wrong info.
"Trust me, Janet!" she says in a soothing voice. "I know Daniel and he
*definitely* liked the kiss!"
My face must have remained sceptical, because she goes into greater
detail now. "If the dreamy look in his eyes every time I mentioned your
name, was *any* indication at all..."
"Saaaaaaammmm..." I say in a sing-song voice. "If you don't spill the
beans soon... I'm your best friend and I have *all* the dirt on you..."
"Oh, like *that* makes me scared!" she says, with an un-lady-like
snort.
"Well, I'm sure the rest of SG-1 would be amused to know about 'one
tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor!'" She blushes immediately,
remembering that night we got drunk together, and I know I've hit
paydirt. Failing that, there's always the next post-mission physical…
"Well…" she starts, leaning forward conspiratorially, only to be
interrupted by a knock on the door. I sigh, and get up to unlock the
door and find out who it is that has the bad sense of timing to
interrupt me *just* as I'm finding out what Danny told Sam about me.
"What?!" I yell, as I fling the door open, mightily pissed that someone
has *dared* interrupt.
"Uh…" a rather scared looking airman manages.
"Well! Out with it!" I snap, giving him my best 'eat shit and die,
NOW!' glare. I note his name, and store it in my memory, just in case
he ever comes to me for a physical.
"Uhm… SG… SG-3…" he stutters, looking like I've literally scared the
shit out of him, but I can't be bothered apologising at the moment.
"Well?!" I snap.
"SG-3 are back in 5…" he manages to get out without a stutter, and I
reward him with a small smile of thanks.
"Dismissed!" I say, already turning back to my office, and he quickly
scuttles away.
Turning my full attention back to my office, and Sam, I find her out of
her chair, and placing her now-empty coffee mug next to the coffee
maker. "Just *where* do you think you're going?!" I ask with a frown.
"Sorry, Janet! I have a briefing in 10 minutes!" she replies as she
dashes out the door. "Have fun with the jarheads," she adds as she
disappears out the door. Sometimes she is soooo frustrating…
Shaking my head at my friend's sometimes blond behaviour, I start to
make my way to the 'Gate room to wait for the jarheads to get back
from…wherever they've gone this time, and hope they haven't injured
themselves too much this time.
**********
I dip my hands in the brightly coloured water, and pull out a *nearly*
clean white shirt. Why is it that Cassie always paints in her *best*
clothes, instead of her old, already mucky ones?
Sighing, I empty out the water and watch it twist into swirls of colour
down the drain.
What a way to spend a Friday night, Janet m'girl!
Cassie is at a sleepover… I'm thanking my lucky stars I'm not having
all those giggly girls over here… and not a lot else.
Somewhere along the line of my life, during all those nights out on the
town, the drunken sex, and the hangover-ed mornings… I became
domesticated. A single mother, who stays at home on Friday nights, and
acts as a chauffeur to a giggly, boy-crazed teenage girl all weekend.
Re-filling the basin with nice, clear water that I know will be as
brightly coloured as the other lot before long, I am suddenly
interrupted by a knock on my door.
Giving my hands a quick wipe, I make my way through the mess all over
the place, and open it, hoping it's Sam so I can pump her for more
info. But it's not Sam, it's Daniel.
"Hi," he says, but all I can do is stare at him with my mouth wide
open, quite astonished that he's here.
"Didn't your mother teach you it's rude to stare?" he asks gently with
a slight smile that turns my insides to jelly. Closing my mouth with a
snap, I open the door further.
"Uh, come in… I think."
"You think? Now there's a surprise." He gets a grin out of me for that,
and I wonder yet again how it is that he can make me smile with a
simple little joke like that.
"Coffee?" I ask, after I've shown him past all the mess and into the
one clear spot big enough to sit on.
"Please," he says, taking a look around.
"Excuse the mess… having a teenager means having a permanently messy
house all the time."
"It's ok, I'm not planning on staying too long anyway." At that I feel
the sharp kick in the ribs of disappointment. Not that I blame him,
really… I wouldn't want to stick around with the woman who kissed me
that afternoon, in her messy house, either.
Bringing us both back a mug of coffee, I push a pile of papers and
books off of my couch before sitting down.
"So…" I say, mentally slapping myself for not being much of a
conversationalist.
"So… what?" he asks, with a slight, sly grin after taking a couple of
sips of his coffee.
"So… what do we talk about?" I ask.
"Well…" he says thoughtfully, taking another sip of his coffee. "It
seems to me that we both know what we should talk about, but don't know
how to bring it up without seeming like complete asses."
"Yup!" I agree, also taking a sip of that lovely addictive substance…
almost as addictive as Daniel's kisses… ok, Janet! So *not* going there
right now…
"And this house…" he starts, looking around.
"What about it?!" I ask, suddenly defensive.
"Well, it's so messy… I'm sure it's nice when it's actually clean," he
says. "So I was thinking…how's about we go out, forget about the mess,
and have a nice dinner somewhere." His manner turns from teasing to
nervous, and I can definitely feel butterflies in my stomach.
"Are… are you asking *me* out on a *date*?" I ask incredulously.
"Yeah… uh, I guess I am," he says, still extremely nervous. "It's ok,
you can say no…" he adds, suddenly draining his coffee mug, and I
wonder just how that is going to help his nerves.
"No, uh… I'd love to go out… to dinner… especially with you…" I reply
quickly, blushing bright, crimson red for the, is it third time today?
"Great!" he says, flashing a quick grin at me. "I'll go get changed and
come back in 20 minutes to pick you up?"
"Sure!" I reply, grinning like crazy. He grins back, then gets up to
go.
He reaches the living room door, before apparently having second
thoughts about something and turning back. I wait where I am, suddenly
nervous…what if he's going to say he's changed his mind?!
He moves carefully over to me again, avoiding the pile of papers I
pushed off so I could sit down, before leaning down to give me a quick,
light kiss, full on the lips.
Giving me a quick grin, he then almost runs for the door before I can
react to it.
Flopping back on the couch after I hear the door slam, I sigh happily.
I kissed him…
He kissed me…
He kissed me again!
After spending a moment contemplating this, I suddenly leap off the
couch in a frenzy of activity.
What the hell am I going to wear?!
**********
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