Some Inexplicable Something
by Belinda
EMAIL: Loc6401@cs.com
RATING: NC-17 for sexual situations & a little strong language.
PAIRING: Daniel/Janet
SUMMARY: An innocent action leads to discovery.
CATEGORY: Romance, Adult
SPOILERS: None that I'm aware of. Assumes knowledge of story arc through
the end of the 3rd season, though.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own them, they belong to Showtime & company. I'm just
borrowing them for a little fun, and I promise to return them almost as good
as new in time for their curfew. No money is being made.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: In my universe, Danny never cut his hair *g*.
FEEDBACK: Praise will be greatly appreciated. Constructive criticism will
be graciously acknowledged. Flames will be used to roast marshmallows.
Sometimes an impulse just seizes you, and you do something without thinking.
Some inexplicable something. The consequences of that something can be
anywhere from completely innocuous, to utterly life-changing. Depends on the
circumstances, I suppose.
* * *
Dr. Janet Frasier finished taping the butterfly bandage above her patient's
eyebrow, shaking her head in amusement. Dr. Daniel Jackson, for his part,
submitted to the bandaging process with the ease of long practice, and looked
for all the world like a puppy that expected to be scolded. He was entirely
too adorable.
"Do me a favor, Daniel," Janet requested with mock severity. "Next time you
decide to climb up the wall of a ruin, use a rope, or a bungee cord, or
something. I'm running out of supplies just patching you up."
"Lesson learned, Doc. Believe me," he assured her sourly.
"Good. Now, let me poke around and see if you cracked that enormous skull of
yours."
"Very funny," he groused, smiling to let her know he was teasing.
Sure fingers probed the back & sides of his head searching for any tenderness
and finding none, until a slight increase in pressure and angle caused the
doctor herself to wince. Drawing back from him, she cradled her left wrist
briefly in her right hand.
"What's the matter?" Daniel asked, concerned.
"Oh, it's nothing," she demurred. "Cassie and I somehow ended up in a
wrestling match last night, and I must've turned my wrist or something."
"Why were you wrestling with Cassie?"
"We were playing," she informed him in a tone of voice which clearly said,
"What else?"
Chuckling at the image of this grown woman wrestling with her teenaged
daughter, he asked, "Shouldn't you have it wrapped, or something?"
"Nah, it's not that bad. It'll be fine in a day or so. It's just a little
sore, that's all."
"Mmm," he murmured sympathetically. Then, acting entirely on impulse, he
took her left hand in his, placing a gentle kiss on the back of her wrist.
At her gasp, he looked up, and as their eyes locked, he realized what he'd
just done. Out of nowhere, all the errant thoughts and guilty fantasies he'd
had about her over the last couple of years came rushing back to the
forefront, and Daniel Jackson quite suddenly couldn't breathe. It was Janet
who finally broke the silence.
"What do you know? All better," she said a little breathlessly. **Get a
grip, girl,** she chided herself.
"Glad to help," he said softly, his eyes still locked on hers. His lips
quirked in a mischievous smile. "Anything else I can do for you?"
Her eyes narrowed as she studied his expression. What could he have meant by
that? What if it didn't mean anything? What was happening? She decided to
play along, for now.
"Now that you mention it..." she trailed off, and he raised an eyebrow,
encouraging her. "I bumped my head on the door frame getting out of the car
this morning."
He smiled. "Where?"
"Right about here," she answered, indicating a point just above her temple.
Daniel slid off of the exam table he'd been sitting on to stand in front of
her. Brushing the hair back from the side of her face, he leaned in slowly
and pressed his lips to her hairline, lingering longer than was strictly
necessary. Janet found herself holding her breath, leaning into his touch.
He finally pulled away, but only enough to look in her eyes again.
"You're accident prone today," he teased gently.
"Yeah, you'd think I'd been hanging around you or something," she countered,
matching his tone. His hand, still holding her hair back, trailed down the
side of her face, fingers ghosting over her cheek. He cupped her chin.
**Ohmygosh. He's going to kiss me,** she thought wildly, and licked her lips
in an unconsciously provocative gesture. He leaned in, and she could feel
his breath on her face. Her eyes slid closed as she tipped her head up to
meet him.
"Hey Space Monkey! You back there?"
At the sound of Col. Jack O'Neill's voice, the couple jumped apart as if
scalded.
"Damn!" Daniel cursed under his breath and he and Janet shared a rueful grin.
Aloud, he said, "Yeah, Jack, I'm here."
Jack stuck his head around the curtain. "You 'bout done with him, Doc?
Debriefing time, y'know."
"All patched up and ready to go," she responded lightly, and if there was any
venom in her voice, Jack certainly didn't notice.
"Well, c'mon then, Danny Boy. The sooner we get debriefed, the sooner we can
get to the pizza eating and poker playing portion of the evening."
"Coming, Jack." As the oblivious colonel headed away, obviously expecting
the archeologist to be hot on his heels, Daniel turned back to Janet. "We'll
continue our... discussion... after the debriefing?" he asked, his real meaning
clear in his eyes.
She smiled. "I'll be in my office."
* * *
**What did I do? What was I thinking? What if he doesn't come? What if he
does come? What have I gotten myself into? Shit.**
To say that Janet was nervous would have been an understatement of criminal
proportions. The aborted kiss was almost two hours in the past, and as
uneventful as Daniel's team had said the mission was, the debriefing
should've taken half that time. Where was he? Had he changed his mind? Had
she ruined everything by letting him see?
**Damn Jack O'Neill, anyway,** she fumed. **Worst timing of any creature on
this or any other world.** She'd come so close to something she'd wanted for
nearly three years. Even when his wife was still alive, she'd been attracted
to Daniel. She'd fought it, of course, because he was married, and she
definitely didn't want to let herself in for that kind of trouble. But he'd
been a widower for well over a year now, and she'd begun to let herself hope.
Especially after he'd almost kissed her today. But where was he?
She nearly jumped out of her skin when the phone rang.
"Frasier."
"Hi, Mom."
"Hi, Honey. What's up?"
"Tracey invited me to spend the night with her tonight. Can I? Please?"
Janet smiled. "Is it all right with Tracey's mother?" she asked, looking up
at a knock on her office door. "Come in." It was Daniel. He had cleaned up
and changed. He was wearing that sweater that was the same color as his
eyes. Damn, he was gorgeous. Her breath caught in her throat and she didn't
hear her daughter's answer. "Sorry, Cass, what did you say?"
"She asked her mom before she invited me."
"Oh. Well, as long as it's ok with Tracey's mother, it's ok with me. Do I
need to take you there?"
"No ma'am. I can catch a ride with Tracey. We'll swing by the house to pick
up some stuff, and then go on to her place. Call you for a ride home
tomorrow?"
"Ok, see you tomorrow, then. Have fun, sweetie."
"Thanks, Mom. Love you."
"Love you, too."
They hung up, and she looked at Daniel standing politely by her door looking
unbearably scrumptious.
"Cassie?" he asked, closing the door behind him and moving toward the desk.
"She wanted to spend the night with a friend," Janet confirmed, rising from
her chair. They moved toward each other in slow motion, eyes locked.
"So, does that mean you're free tonight?"
Closer.
"Looks like it."
Closer.
"Wanna grab some dinner?"
Closer.
"Sure. I'd like to go home and change first, though."
They were a hair's breadth apart.
"No problem. Pick you up at seven?"
His hands were on her waist. Her hands slid up to his shoulders. He leaned
down and she tipped her head toward him.
"That'd be great."
Their lips met, tentatively at first, just brushing together. Then he
increased the pressure, pulling her closer and sliding his arms around her
waist. She felt the flick of his tongue begging entrance and she opened her
mouth to him, her arms enclosing his neck, her hands delving into his hair.
His tongue swept into her mouth, claiming, possessing, then backing away to
invite her to mimic his actions. They dueled, and the kiss grew more heated,
spiraling out of control. Somehow, she ended up backed up against her desk.
She sat down when her legs gave out, drawing him between her knees. He tore
his mouth away from hers, kissing and nipping his way along her jaw line, and
he grinned at her gasp when he found an especially sensitive spot behind her
ear.
"Daniel," she breathed, arching her back to press herself against him. She
felt one of his hands sliding up her thigh, underneath her uniform skirt.
The thumb on his other hand was just brushing the outside curve of her
breast. She gasped as he gently bit her neck, and moaned as he soothed the
small hurt with his tongue.
Alarm bells were going off in Daniel's brain. He had to stop this before he
ended up taking her right there on her desk. Reluctantly, he pulled back a
little and looked at her, waiting for her to open her eyes. When she did, he
slowly slid his hand out of her skirt and reached up to cup her face.
Pressing a gentle kiss to her lips, he then drew back, pulling her off of the
desk before temptation got the better of him.
"Pick you up at seven, then?" he asked.
"Seven," she confirmed.
He gave her one more quick kiss before turning to go.
"See you then."
Janet stood there watching him go, waiting for her pulse rate to return to
normal, and not even caring about the silly grin plastered across her face.
Damn, but he was a good kisser.
**Definitely see you then, Dr. Jackson.**
* * *
It was arguably the best date she'd ever been on. There were no awkward
pauses in conversation, no pressure to impress. They were already friends,
familiar and comfortable with each other. What few silences there were, were
companionable, with neither seeing a need to fill empty spaces in
conversation with meaningless chatter.
Even better, in Janet's opinion, was something she discovered about Daniel
that night: he was quite the closet cuddle monster. He couldn't seem to
stop touching her. Not in a lascivious way, but he almost constantly had a
hand on her shoulder, her arm, her knee, her cheek. He also kept stealing
little kisses. Oh, she was more than happy to indulge him on that score.
Dinner, a movie, and a late night stroll through the nightlife on Main, had
yielded all the enjoyment they could this night, and the two of them were
standing outside Janet's front door. Her empty house stood waiting to
swallow her up, but she didn't want to end the night alone.
He pulled her close for a goodnight kiss, and since they weren't in public
anymore, he felt no particular need to behave himself too much this time.
His kiss was passionate, calling to mind the one they'd shared in her office
that afternoon. His hands roamed her back, reveling in the feel of her
velvet dress. Damn, he wanted her. Sighing regretfully, he broke the kiss,
moving his body away from hers before she could register his arousal.
"Mmm," Janet murmured appreciatively, looking up at him. "That's nice."
"I rather enjoyed it myself," he agreed. Taking a deep breath, he started to
back away. "I should go, now."
"Or you could come inside," she invited softly.
Closing his eyes against the flood of desire her words unleashed, he tried to
protest. "Janet, I have to tell you the truth. I'm really hurting here.
The state I'm in right now, if I go inside, I'm going to make love to you."
He opened his eyes, expecting her to have changed her mind about letting him
in. Instead, he found her smiling. Quirking an eyebrow at her, he asked,
"Don't you think it's a little soon for that?"
"Daniel, we both know this has been coming for months now. If you're not
ready yet, that's ok, but if you are," she leaned in, almost as if to kiss
him again, and whispered against his mouth, "come inside."
She entered the house, holding the door open for him invitingly. After a
beat, he followed her.
* * *
Later, neither one of them would remember how they made it up the stairs to
her room without tripping. They started kissing at the front door and the
next thing either knew, they were standing beside her bed. Janet broke the
embrace, backing away from him in an attempt to regain some control.
"We need to slow down a little, Baby. I've wanted this for too long to rush
through it."
Daniel merely nodded and held out his arms to her. She kicked off her shoes
and came forward, and they just held each other for a moment, lost in the joy
of finally being together. Her head was still tucked under his chin when
their hands started exploring. He found the tab of her zipper and tugged it
slowly, giving her plenty of time to object. She simply tipped her face up
to nuzzle his neck, encouraging him. When the zipper was all the way down,
she stepped away again and let the dress slip from her body. Then she
grimaced, remembering that she was wearing panty hose, in her opinion one of
the least sexy undergarments in the world, instead of stockings. What had
she been thinking? She quickly removed the offending garment and stood up
straight in front of her soon to be lover, clad only in matching panties and
bra.
"So beautiful," he breathed, reaching out to brush his fingers over her satin
covered breasts. She moaned and arched into his touch.
"You have too many clothes on," she chided, tugging on the hem of his
sweater. Laughing, he allowed himself to be disrobed. She stripped him
slowly, savoring every inch of skin she exposed. His nipples received
special attention from her lips, tongue, and teeth, and he buried his hands
in her hair, holding on for dear life. When she had him down to his boxers,
she gave him a hard, quick kiss, and turned away to pull back the covers,
settling herself in the bed and reaching out to him in invitation. After a
hesitation so brief it barely registered, he skimmed off the shorts and slid
quickly into the bed.
"Chicken," she teased.
"Think so, huh?" He growled and lunged at her, pinning her beneath his wiry,
naked frame and kissing her hard. "Now who has too many clothes on?" he
asked, indicating the bra and panties she still wore.
"So do something about it," she challenged, grinning cheekily.
"Oh, I intend to, Doctor," he responded in a voice she'd never heard from his
mouth before, one which sent shivers of desire down her spine, laced with
just the right amount of fear. She was in for it now. Tease the wolf, and
you get it's teeth.
But he had to make one attempt to be sure, before his control left him
entirely. Gazing at her seriously he asked, "Do you want to be here?"
"Hell, yes," she responded without hesitation.
Pinning both of her hands above her head with one of his, he dove in for a
kiss, surprising her as he took control of their lovemaking. She'd always
thought he'd be a shy, tentative lover, but there were depths to this quiet
man he very rarely let anyone see. She felt privileged that he was showing
this side of him to her, even as she felt frustrated at her inability,
trapped as she was, to respond in kind. She squirmed underneath him,
whimpering.
"Patience, Love," he whispered against her lips before trailing little kisses
over her jaw and down her neck. Sliding her bra strap aside with his free
hand, he kissed and nipped his way along her collarbone and over the point of
her shoulder.
"Daniel, please," she begged breathlessly, "let me touch you."
He acquiesced immediately, releasing her hands. Sitting back on his
haunches, he lifted her into a sitting position so he could reach around to
unfasten her bra. He tossed aside the scrap of cloth as they kissed. She
trailed the nails of one hand down his back and over his buttocks, while the
other hand sought out his straining erection, and he groaned into her mouth
when she encircled him, stroking lazily. He laid her back down on the bed
and attacked her breasts, cupping one firm globe in his hand while drawing
the other into his mouth to suckle. Biting down on the nipple in his mouth
caused her to gasp, and she squeezed his cock in an involuntary response.
Daniel cried out at the sensation, removing her hand before she could make
this end too quickly.
"Don't wanna feel that good just yet," he managed by way of explanation. She
chuckled, and then moaned as he renewed his assault.
By the time both breasts had been thoroughly loved, her hands were twisted
helplessly in his hair, holding him to her. When he started kissing his way
down her body again, she held her breath, knowing what was coming next. He
backed down her body, parting her thighs and settling between them. He made
special work of kissing her thighs, frustrating her further by avoiding her
sex, breathing against her curls, but never actually making contact, until
she couldn't stand the teasing anymore.
"Daniel," she cried, her tone halfway between plea and demand, and she
screamed when his mouth finally took her. He explored her folds with the
same attention to detail he'd demonstrated on her breasts, searching out all
her secrets, keeping his own aching need in check until he had satisfied
hers. Driven beyond speech, she made inarticulate, guttural sounds of
pleasure, bucking her hips against his face. She tossed her head back and
forth on the pillow when her slid two fingers into her, pumping slowly. When
he sucked her clit into his mouth, the sensation was too much, and her scream
caught in her throat as she came. He rode out her orgasm, drinking in the
nectar that flooded his mouth, staying with her until he felt her body relax.
Only then did he sit up, licking his lips.
"Daniel," she gasped, "I need you in me. Now."
"Condom?" he queried, leaning away as if to rise from the bed.
She shook her head, arresting his movement. "Implant," she explained,
indicating an almost invisible scar on the fleshy part of her arm.
He grinned. "Good. I hate condoms."
Janet giggled and reached for him, drawing him down to her for a kiss, and
the taste of her own juices on his tongue sent a renewed flash of desire
through her belly.
"Janet, look at me," he almost begged, and she opened her eyes. "I love
you," he whispered.
Smiling through her tears, she whispered back, "Then love me."
Guiding himself with one hand, he finally entered her, holding her gaze until
he was firmly seated in her depths. They both closed their eyes as he began
to thrust. Their bodies moved in a timeless rhythm, dancing to music only
they could hear, slowly at first, then gaining speed as passion rose. Moans
were punctuated with deep kisses as his hips pistoned hers, and she met him
thrust for thrust.
"Janet, I'm close," he warned.
"So am I. Harder, Baby, please."
He complied, his body claiming hers with wild abandon, and as he felt her
inner muscles contract around his length, he bit his lip, trying desperately
to hold out just a little longer.
"DANIEL!" she cried as her second orgasm hit. The sound of her voice was too
much for him, and he finally let go, spilling his seed into her in a rush of
warmth and a paroxysm of pleasure.
When he again became aware of his surroundings, he realized he had collapsed
on top of her. Moving gently off of her, he pulled her into a close embrace,
stroking and soothing her as their heart rates returned to normal.
"Are you staying?" she asked, biting her lip.
"Janet, I'll stay forever if you want."
Lifting her head off of his shoulder, she smiled at him. "I want."
Passion spent, their kiss this time was filled only with tenderness, and love.
"I need to lock up," she said, rising from the bed and reaching for her robe,
"and turn out the lights."
He reclined against the pillows, listening to her moving downstairs. He
heard water running in the bathroom and fell into a light doze. Stirring a
little when she slipped, naked, back into the bed, he reached for her,
cuddling her close.
"If you want, you can go with me to pick up Cassie in the morning, and the
three of us can have breakfast together," she said sleepily.
"Sounds great," he responded. Then, hesitantly, he asked, "Do you think
she'll mind?"
"Mind what?"
"Us. Together."
Janet chuckled at the uncertainty in his tone. "Daniel, she's been after me
to make a move on you for months now. She'll be thrilled."
"She will?"
"Of course. She loves you."
"Oh." He took a moment to process that information. "That's good."
"Daniel?"
"Yes?"
"I love you, too."
His arms tightened around her as tears stung his eyes. "I love you, Janet."
Daniel Jackson went to sleep smiling.
* * *
Sometimes an impulse just seizes you, and you do something without thinking.
Some inexplicable something. The consequences of that something can be
anywhere from completely innocuous, to utterly life-changing. Depends on the
circumstances, I suppose.
* * *
END
10 March 2001
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