Hush
by Belinda


EMAIL: Loc6401@cs.com
PAIRING: Daniel/Janet
CATEGORY: POV, PWP
RATING: NC-17
SPOILERS: None.
SUMMARY: Janet gets a visitor. Warning, you have entered a plot-free zone. Keep your hands and arms inside the vehicle at all times.
TIMELINE: Post "Rite of Passage"
DISCLAIMER: Daniel and Janet belong to Showtime, MGM, et al. No copyright infringement is intended. I'm just taking them out for a little fun and games. I'll have them home by midnight, I swear *g*.
FEEDBACK: Please? My muses are hungry, and they're making a lot of noise, and it's giving me a headache, and... oh, sorry... I'm back.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This one was inspired by Bryn's "The Briefing from Hell", but is not an attempt at a sequel to that story. I'll leave that to Bryn & Kat *ahem* *taps foot impatiently*. Y'hear that, you guys?
DEDICATION: To Bryn. Looks like Inspiration Blvd really is a two-way street.


I'm looking into the microscope on my desk. Just looking. At some microscopic stuff. Typical downtime research, nothing weighty pressing down on me. No lives to save. No life-altering, world ending scenarios if I don't pull the proverbial rabbit out of the equally proverbial hat. Or is that Sam? They expect us both to work miracles, so sometimes I get us mixed up. Off track now. Back to the point. Right.

I'm looking into the microscope on my desk when I hear the door to my office close. I glance up. Daniel is standing with his back to my office door, looking absolutely delicious, and where did that thought come from? Down, girl. I open my mouth to ask him what's up, but then my eyes meet his, and I can't form the words. I've never seen him look at anyone like that before, least of all me. He looks... hungry... feral. My heart flutters, and quite suddenly I can feel my pulse in…well lets just say it's a little lower than where I normally feel it, and leave it at that, shall we?

The silence stretches between us as my eyes remain locked with his, and he must've seen what he wanted to see in my gaze, because the next thing I hear is the lock on my office door being engaged. My heart rate speeds up. I'm about to start panting, and the man hasn't even done anything yet. Is this really Daniel? Should I be scared? I think the only thing I could be scared of in a situation like this isn't scary at all if it's Daniel. And again, where did that thought come from?

Oh, he's moving. Walking toward me. Sliding around behind me. My hand is still resting on the microscope. Suddenly feel his breath on the back of my neck. Oh, Lord, I can't move. Thank God I wore my hair up today. Again with the errant thoughts. Seem to be the only thoughts I'm capable of.

Ok. I feel a feather light touch on the back of my hand, and suddenly I'm incapable of sight as well as speech and coherent thought. But the lack of sight helps me to focus on my sense of touch, so witness me not complaining. He's drawing circles on the back of my hand, and I can still feel his breath on my neck. Oh, do something, already. Only don't stop doing this.

His fingers have moved up my arms, and was that his lips on my neck? Oh, please, please. Did that moan come from him or me? Oh, jeeze, I think it was me. And, yes, that was his lips. And there they are again.

Open-mouthed kisses down the side of my neck. His fingers thread through mine, and I lean back into him. Well, it appears this is affecting him as much as it is me. I can't help the smile on my face as I tip my head back onto his shoulder. He kisses his way up my jaw line to my ear and now he's pulling off my lab coat. When did his hands move?

I turn my head toward him, and his mouth covers mine, nibbling at my lips. He pulls my uniform blouse out of my pants, and his hands are on my bare stomach. His tongue slips into my mouth and, oh, he's a good kisser. I reach up and slide my fingers into his hair as my other hand unfastens the buttons on my blouse in blatant invitation. He's stroking my stomach now, and I know he can feel how fast I'm breathing. The kiss deepens, his fingers tracing patterns under my blouse that take them closer and closer to my breasts. That feels good. I mean, really, really good. Front hook, Daniel. Front hook. Oh, there you go. I'm kissing and biting my way down his jaw as he kneads my breasts. I think I whisper his name, just before I take his ear lobe between my lips. It is getting very hot in here.

One of his hands abandons my breast and slides down my body. Yes, that was me whimpering, thank you very much. Couldn't help it. His fingers rub me through the fabric of my uniform pants, and I respond by pressing my backside against the very obvious erection straining against his zipper. His other hand has drifted down now, helping its mate unfasten my pants, and then his fingers are sliding inside my panties, past my curls, lower. His mouth reclaims mine, stifling my cry as I remember too late how thin the door is. Real life is going on just outside this room as I go into total sensual meltdown.

With one of his hands teasing me mercilessly, I barely notice the absence of the other until he pulls his mouth away, forcing me to look at him. This is the first time we've looked at each other since he entered the room. He holds a small foil wrapped packet in front of my face. A condom. I look into his eyes and see the question in them, as well as the desire. He's asking permission to go further. I smile and give him a small nod, taking the condom from him, tearing it open as he backs away from me to remove the last barriers of clothing from us. I shudder as I hear his zipper and the rustle of fabric, then his hands are pushing my pants and panties down around my thighs. Reaching around me, he plucks the condom from my hand. I'm leaning over my desk now, bracing on my elbows, panting and trying not to beg him to hurry.

And then he's there again. I shudder deliciously as he strokes his hands over my bare ass. His fingers part my folds, and I feel the rubber sheathed tip of him rubbing against me. I push back against him and he relents, uttering the faintest chuckle. The chuckle turns into a moan, on both our parts, as he finally slides into me. Oh, yes. Oh, sweet Lord, yes. He braces one hand on the desk below my elbow. His other hand grasps my hip, and at last, he begins to move. It doesn't take long to find our rhythm. Soon my office is filled with the sounds of harsh breathing, stifled moans and grunts, and flesh hitting flesh as he takes me and I give as good as I get.

Raising up on my hands changes his angle inside me, making me gasp. Oh, he's really hitting my sweet spot now. His hand slides from my hip to between my legs. I feel my orgasm building, and his fingers teasing my clit while he pumps me drives me insane. I can hear myself making desperate little noises. Almost there. So close. Oh, Daniel, yes. And it hits me like a freight train going off a cliff. Reality fractures, and I'm driven back to my elbows, my head hanging down as my body convulses around his cock. The intensity of the sensation saps the strength from my body.

"Janet!" comes his strangled cry, and after a few more jerky thrusts, he collapses over my back, as drained by his climax as I am by mine.

After a few moments our breathing begins to settle down. He pulls out and away, presumably disposing of the condom, while I attempt to stand upright, weakly trying to pull up my panties. Suddenly he's there, helping me, and we manage to get our clothing straightened out. We still haven't spoken. There just aren't any words. He turns me around with his hands on my shoulders, and takes me in his arms.

"I love you," he whispers. I nearly burst into tears, but cling to him instead, quivering. "Say something, Janet," he requests after a moment, and I realize that my silence is making him nervous.

"I love you, too," I respond, pulling back to look him in the eye. "Oh, Daniel, I love you so much."

He smiles then, and kisses me tenderly. Such a sweet kiss. I never want it to end. Ever.

"Janet?"

I nearly jump out of my skin. Looking around, I realize I'm still in my office, but I'm sitting at my desk instead of standing in Daniel's arms. Damn, that was the most vivid daydream I've ever had. My heart is still pounding.

"Janet, are you alright?" Shit, think of the devil.

"Fine, Daniel. I was about a million miles away. You startled me, that's all."

"Sorry, didn't mean to sneak up on you."

"That's ok. What's up?" He looks nervous.

"Actually, I was wondering if I could talk to you about something personal."

I rise from my chair, concern written all over my face. "Of course you can, Daniel. What is it?"

That's when our eyes meet. I've never seen him look at anyone like that before, least of all me. Except, of course, in the daydream I just had.

"Would you mind if I close the door?"

I have to smile. "I don't mind at all."

END
9 Sept 2001



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