A Simple Love
by Bryn
E-MAIL: buddygirl19@yahoo.com
RATING: NC17 (though not real hard core)
CATEGORY: Daniel/Janet RST, pwp, smut!
SPOILERS: nope
SEASON: 6
SUMMARY: Janet shows up on Daniels doorstep. What's a guy to do?
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: Kat made me do it. This is all her fault. All flames should go to her. If by chacne you like it, feedback is lovingly accpeted at buddygirl19@yahoo.com :)
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"A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous."
-Ingrid Bergman
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She'd shown up at his doorstep, completely unexpected and sopping wet. Torrential rains had been coming down all afternoon, and by the looks of her, she'd been standing in them for quite some time. For a moment all he could do was stare at her, totally amazed to see her there after what had happened earlier, before his senses returned to him and he pulled her inside. He grabbed a towel from the closet and wrapped her in it, deciding he didn't care why she was here, he was just happy that she was.
He rubbed her arms vigorously to warm her up after trying to dry her hair and clothes, then suddenly, her hand on his cheek stopped him. He looked down to find her staring at him intently, and when she had his
attention, she leaned up to kiss him softly on the lips. The towel fell to the floor completely forgotten as he kissed her back.
Lips brushed lips, and his mouth cradled her lower lip as if savoring its taste. Then the loss of contact, but only for the briefest fraction of a heartbeat. His soft touch returned, lips barely touching hers, barely breathing. Tender caresses, not hesitant, not doubtful, but more expressive than a thousand words or any impossible promises. Moistened lips trailed along one another, enjoying the new flavor and the incredible sensations stirring inside them.
Then, with a slight turn of a head, the gentle tug of lips already dancing to a timeless tune, tender turned to passionate, and gentle turned to smoldering. His tongue traced the curve of her lips, stirring a craving deep inside them both, and she responded hungrily.
Her fingers found his waist, and began a curious exploration. Fingertips traced the muscles of his abdomen through his thin shirt, drawing circles and patterns, just enjoying the feel of him. In turn, he lifted his fingers to her arms and ran them slowly along the soft flesh of her limbs to her shoulders and across her neck.
When he broke the kiss and pulled away, her instinct was to follow him, to replace the sudden frigid loneliness she felt with the warmth of his mouth again, but he stilled her movements with the fingertips that still lingered on her soft cheeks. His head was bent down, only a short distance from hers, so she could still feel his breath on her face, but at the same time so painfully far away. For a minute he didn't move, just stared deep into her eyes, searching for something. Not finding what he sought, he opened his mouth to say something, but she silenced him with a finger upon his lips and a soft shake of
her head. The necessity of words was long past, now was the time to succumb to emotion.
She replaced her finger with her mouth, nipping at his lips before capturing them again with her own. He submitted to her willingly, returning tenfold the slow, ardent kisses she played upon his lips. Each contact was slow and lingering, every press of the lips or caress of the tongue was meant not to taunt and tease, or stir fits of uncontrollable lust; instead every moment was savored, experienced as
thoroughly as humanly possible, and remembered as if it could be the last. As if this was a dream they would soon wake from.
Her fingers floated down from his face and traced blazing trails down his chest, to the edge of his shirt, which they swiftly ducked under to find his warm skin. Her ministrations continued on as they had done before, devoutly worshiping every millimeter of his silky skin with a slow, delicate massage, working her way from the beautifully etched abdomen to his broad, muscular chest. He stepped back and released
her lips to allow her to sweep the useless shirt over his head and toss it somewhere that was not immediately in their way.
He returned his arms around her waist, then inhaled sharply as her lips found his chest. He quivered beneath her touch, despite the minimal amount of she was actually doing to him, and before she completely
shattered his restraints, he cupped her cheek in his hand and drew her mouth back up to his. But, instead of staying there, it was his turn to roam. She protested when he extricated his lips from hers, but
as he worked his way along her jawline and down the side of her neck to her collarbone with a string of feather-light kisses, all she could do was tip her head back and moan softly. With his left hand firmly wrapped around her waist to keep her upright, he ran the fingers of his right hand along the delicate skin of her neck, and paid homage to her beauty with his lips. A simple kiss to the center of her breastbone
made her whole body shake, and he couldn't help but smile.
Working his way lower, he reached the top of her low-cut shirt, but refused to be hindered by mere fabric. His fingers slid over the front of the soft white shirt she wore, beginning at the top to slowly
undo each button, he blessed each new portion of exposed skin with a kiss. As he reached the end of his task, his lips worked their way back up her stomach and chest as his hands slid the unnecessary shirt off her shoulders, then began the removal of her overly-cumbersome bra. His hands roamed her bare back, massaging away the kinks and tight muscles from a long day at work, and causing her to melt even further at his touch. Moving to her front, her sharp intake of breath only served to encourage him in his ministrations to her most sensitive areas. With a tireless devotion, he devoured every inch of her, until he had memorized the all places which made her shudder, and all the sensations that made her cling to him for more.
Then his arms slipped around her waist again, pulling her back up to his mouth and her arms came up to roam his neck and chest. Slowly but deliberately he started stumbling backwards, towards the bedroom,
never daring to break contact with her for fear that she might vanish. Upon reaching his destination, he spun them both around, picked her up and tossed her gently onto the bed, causing her to laugh, and smile
so brightly he thought his heart would melt.
He paused a moment as he looked down at her, mesmerized by how breathtaking she was, but she didn't want adoration, she wanted him. Grabbing his hand, she pulled him down next to her, then rolled over so she straddled him, effectively pinning him down. He was definitely not complaining though. With a kiss to his lips and a rather insidious smile, she floated her hands down his chest, beautifully tanned, and across his washboard stomach, to her true goal: the fastening of his pants. A flip of her finger undid the button, a slow, practiced movement took care of the zipper, and finally a gentle tug removed his jeans altogether.
Her movements halted when she caught sight of his boxers. The silky material, so soft and easy to remove, she didn't mind, it was the color: bright red and plaid, the made her start to giggle. When he
blushed a red bright enough to match, it only encouraged her. Finally tired of being laughed at, though he just about lived to see her smile, he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back down on top of him, so they came face to face again. Then their lips took over and all thought of boxers were lost.
Their mouths craved each other, as if the breath, taste, feel of the other was all that could sustain them. They closed their eyes and the room faded away; there was nothing beyond them, they were all the mattered. In the embrace they found comfort, solace against on the unpleasantness in their lives and the pain in their memories. It gave them peace and completeness, and for the first time in a long time,
love.
His hands worked their way up her bare back, caressing the soft skin and pulling her even closer to him. His fingers nimbly kneaded her back, massaging the muscles until they melted at his touch and she moaned into his mouth as he kissed her. He was in no hurry, this
night was theirs and he meant to take full advantage of it. He'd be damned if he didn't know every inch of her body by morning.
Slowly he ran his hands back down her body, gliding his fingertips over her sensitive sides and making her squirm and he tickled her. Her body quivered at the sensation and she nearly bit his lower lip in surprise. He just laughed into their kiss and let his hand rest on her waist again. Then, with an amazing amount of grace for a normally klutzy man, he rolled her back onto her back and held his body just over her
on his knees, never once breaking their lingering, sweet kiss.
Their lips danced over each other, shifting and playing together perfectly, as his hands found her pants and smoothly removed them, as well as the final barriers of cloth that separated them. They were
free, together.
His hands played along the curves of her body and she mimicked his actions. For a second he stopped and looked into her eyes and smiled at her. Cupping her face in his hands he kissed gently. Then with swift
movements he entered her, causing her to gasp and arch her body towards him. Her hands clutched at the bedspread and her lips quivered as her world exploded in desire and ecstasy. His head nuzzled the crook of
her neck as he was swept away by their rhythm, the ancient celebration of love and life.
Pleasure took new meaning as they experienced emotions and sensations they'd never even dreamed of, and finally as the world completed blurred around them, they came together, in heart, soul, and excitement.
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She lay contently across him, with her head on his chest. "I can hear your heart beating," she mumbled drowsily, with a lazy smile playing across her lips.
"It beats faster for you."
"You're a poet now?" she kidded.
Placing a kiss on the top of her head, he promised, "I'll be anything for you."
"I want you as you are."
"I'm already yours," he whispered. "Even when I'm not laying right here next to you, you have my heart."
She laid a soft kiss on his chest to hide the single tear that rolled down her cheek, accompanying the inexplicable sense of foreboding that settled over her at his words. "And you have mine."
The end :)
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