Total Passions
by Mr. Eggers
EMAIL: mintchocolatebear@hotmail.com
STATUS: complete
CATEGORY: Daniel/Janet
RATING: PG
SEASON: 5, maybe 6
SPOILERS: None
SUMMARY: Prequel to "Uh-Oh!" and "New Surprises"
DISCLAIMERS: Everything related to SG1 is owned by MGM and Showtime, not me.
FEEDBACK: Please give me feedback at fanfiction.com. You will find this
story under TV/Stargate SG-1/Uh-Oh!
The car turned left and glided up into the snow-covered driveway. Daniel
rotated the ignition key to the off position and the sound of his engine
quickly died, leaving only the soothing sight of snowflakes falling all
around. Turning his head, he saw Janet sitting in the passenger's seat, her
hands clasped in her lap. She looked up into his eyes.
"Thanks for a wonderful evening.", she said, smiling. He squirmed slightly
and blinked.
"Uh, yeah...", he answered, "You're welcome." His heart began to beat
faster as he braved the next question.
"Listen,", he asked, "W-would you like to come up for some coffee? Kind
of a `middle of the night' sort of...thing?"
"Yes I would!", she responded quickly. Too quickly. She felt her bra
straps grow itchy under her blouse. Her feet ached to be released from the
shoes which had given them punishment for the last three hours. She hated
`pumps` and wasn't used to their unique ability to torture ones heels and
calves in a matter of hours. If only she could have worn sneakers... He
unbuckled and climbed out of the car, then circled around the front and
opened her door, taking her hand in his as she stepped out onto the paved
driveway. They walked to the front door and after a moment of him fumbling
with his keys, stepped inside.
He turned the lights on low, kicked off his shoes, and wriggled out of his
black, leather jacket; hanging it on the back rest of a dining room chair.
Illuminating the small, quiet kitchen in a glow of fluorescence, he walked
in and began making the coffee. She rested her leather jacket next to his
and walked over to him. Her feet still smarted from earlier in the day so
she leaned comfortably against the counter with her ankles crossed and hands
to brace her. Scooping the coffee grounds from the can, he gave a momentary
glance over his shoulder and saw Janet's dainty form inclining there. So, so
sexy. He visualized her out of her white blouse, short black skirt,
heels...sensed his heart rate increase. God, how he fantasized nightly about
devouring her. His professionalism be damned, he wanted her then and there.
To rip off her blouse and bra, to suckle her perky-...He returned his mind
to making the coffee.
She watched, entranced. She had never noticed how muscular and well built
he stood. Before this night he was just `Daniel', the archaeologist, a
friend. Nothing more. Or at least that's how she told herself to see him.
She could never fully convince herself. Since leaving her husband, she's
been quietly hungry. Here was the man she'd wanted, but he was always just
out of reach. Now he stood beside her, clothed in a white undershirt, jeans,
and socks. His pecs, biceps, and abs shown through the fabric to reveal a
delectably ‘ripped’ form. His day old shave gave him a mature ruggedness,
added by the fact that he stayed silent, moving with a confidence never
noticed on base. No, this Daniel was much more at ease. So fresh, so young.
Not like she was much older than him, maybe five years at the most. DAMN
did he look delicious.
The coffee made, hee poured it into two Christmas-themed mugs and added
cream and sugar to each. They both liked their coffee sweet and light tan.
Giving one cup to her, he walked into his living room and set his on the
coffee table. The snow fell outside the windows and he decided to light a
fire. He set a few chunks of wood into the fireplace and lit the kindling
beneath. Tossing in a few colored flame pine cones, he had the fire worked
to a nice glow within minutes. The shadows of the exotic items around the
room danced on the walls as if in a frenzied, yet soothing trance.
She kicked off her shoes and sat down barefoot on the large, silky fur rug;
her legs tucked underneath her. Looking around the room, she noticed it to
be decorated for the holidays, complete with a seven foot tall (2.5 meter
tall) fir Christmas tree. It twinkled with multi-colored lights and
sparkling Christmas balls, which dangled from the branches. Velvety
Christmas stockings hung in front of the fireplace, six of them. They were
red with white lining and each had a name of someone close to Daniel down
the front, written in white felt. Jack, Sam, Teal'c, George, Cassandra...and
then her own. He saw her looking intently at the mantle ornaments.
"I had, uh, intended to have everyone over for a Christmas party.", he
explained as he slowly sat down next to her, tossing pillows around for
comfort, "When everyone had arrived I would have...had the stockings stuffed
with gifts and um, candy. Yeah, candy."
"Oh, I see.", she said. Silence passed, only interrupted with the
intermittent sounds of the fireplace crackling. The two sipped from their
mugs of the hot stuff and stared silently at each other.
"How about some music?", he asked.
"Oh, that would be wonderful!", she said.
"Great..." He set his mug on the table and walked over to his stereo.
"Does soft jazz sound good?", he offered.
"Sounds great!", came her reply. He removed his glasses and rubbed his
eyes, then loaded his CD player with several discs and hit the random
button, turning the sound down to a low, respectable level. As the music
filled the room, he moved to the kitchen and turned off the lights, then
proceeded to lower the light level of the living room to zero. Only the fire
and Christmas tree gave a soft glow to the room. He made it back over to
the rug and planted himself down next to the petite doctor, setting his
specs on the table next to him. She set her coffee beside his. The soft
sound of "Hands To Heaven" by Breathe wafted through the air. He looked
into her sparkling emerald eyes and drank in her softness.
What was he waiting for? Kiss her already!
She looked back into his, deep chocolate. It was now or never, she
wouldn't get another chance like this. Braving all caution, she slowly
leaned towards him and wrapped her arm around his body, pulling him closer.
He took her into his arms and lay her down, her head resting against a
pillow on the floor. Their bodies pressed close, hips grinding in
unbelievable hunger. Their eyes stayed locked, pupils dilated. He licked his
lips and took in a stifled breath.
"Janet?", he asked, already beginning to sweat. She blinked softly, showing
off her long eyelashes.
"Yes, Daniel?", she purred back.
"Um....", he stopped hesitant about what he was going to say.
"Yes?", she inquired. His answer came quickly but tenderly. He ran his
fingers through her shoulder length auburn hair and pressed his lips against
hers, kissing her. She closed her eyes, held him tighter, and returned the
kiss. Their bodies went aflame for each other as they enjoyed the moment of
intimacy. The kiss parted. Then, he began unbuttoning her blouse.
"Yes!", she whispered encouragingly, "Please!" His hands fidgeted, but he
got the shirt off. It fell to the floor beside the couch. Resting himself on
his elbows, he looked down at his `doctor'. Her black, lacy bra was clasped
in front with a small pink rose at the center. Her chest heaved at her
increased breathing. She suddenly grabbed his shirt and pulled it up over
his head, he slinked out of it and it joined her blouse on the carpet. She
ran her sight and hands up and down his body...such definition in those
muscles, but not overdone. Perfectly tense, and strong.
The fireplace licked the room with glowing flames. The song had changed to
Blade Runner’s “Love Theme”.
They kissed again. Then he deftly unclasped her bra and removed it from
her, revealing her small, but beautifully perfect breasts. Leaning down, he
took one in his hand and put his lips to its center. A primal area of each
lover’s soul satiated itself as he gently suckled, and kissed. She ran her
fingers through his hair, her eyes closed in bliss; and felt herself
moistening in the most secret area of her body. Through her skirt, she could
feel him rising to the occasion. He moved to her other breast and did the
same, again soft and gentle. Her breathing grew quicker and stronger. When
he finished, she unbuckled his pants and thrust her hands downward. He
wriggled out of them tossed them aside, boxers and all. He thumbed her skirt
and panties and copied her actions, pulling them past her hips. A soft slip
off her ankles and they were removed; leaving the lovers on the fur rug in
front of the fire, flesh to warm flesh. He smiled softly, never expecting to
have come this far with the woman of his dreams. Lying underneath him, she
was so...BEAUTIFUL!
Passion erupted as they embraced and kissed again...and again. Long, ardent
kisses. She twined her legs around his waist and fixed her eyes on his. She
felt him ready and willing, Lord knows she was as well.
"Yes?", he asked, whispering.
"Oh yes!", she answered. He maneuvered his hips with the grace of
experience and slowly rubbed his member against her sensitivity once, twice,
three times. Sighs of pleasure escaped from her as he tantalized her every
fiber.
"Now?", asked he.
"Oh God, Now!", she whimpered. He gradually eased himself inside her tight
wetness and began the tender movements which created the sex between them.
She gasped in pleasure as her hips bucked in rhythm to his and their
consummation began. More and more tasting of each other's mouths. Eyes of
such depth to drown in. The saxophone in the background added to the
ecstasy.
After a while, their movements gained momentum. The change in tempo was
initially unhurried, but it soon came quicker and harder. He fondled her
breasts as she grabbed his hips with her hands. Then he suddenly increased
speed. She took in a breath as she felt him moving faster inside of her. She
clenched her jaw at the wave of orgasm rapidly approaching. He sensed it as
well and thrust more powerfully, the friction inside releasing vocalizations
of deepest feeling.
"Yeeeahhh...yeeeahhh! C`mon, Jan. Come on!."
"Fuck me, Danny! You...oooohhhh!".
Moments later they climaxed. He let himself explode inside of her as he
plunged harder and harder, the pleasure bordering on pain. She cried out his
name as surges of rapture blasted through her body.
"Oh, oh...ooooh God, Daniel!"
"Oh, Janet! Yes baby, YES!"
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The birds chirped outside his window as Daniel Jackson awoke in bed,
covered by sheets and eiderdown comforter. Lying next to him under all that
bedding, with her arms around his chest, was Janet Fraiser. Once only his
friend...now his lover as well. After the previous night‘s consummation,
they laid there making out for over half an hour. She eventually fell asleep
on that bear fur rug and he carried her back to his bedroom, laying her down
in his bed. He then joined her under the covers and fell asleep himself.
Now it was morning.
He delicately shook her awake.
"What the-. Daniel?" She looked blearily around, getting her bearings. He
smiled.
"We're in my bed, baby.", he informed, hugging her closer.
"Oh, really?", she joked lovingly. Burying her head in his chest, she took
in his scent. Strong, masculine. Just what she needed. He rested his nose
on the top of her head and wafted her smell. He loved it. Slightly musty,
very feminine. Like Shau'ri, but different. Just as wonderful.
"Janet?", he asked.
"Yes, Daniel?"
"Do you regret last night?"
"Never.", she cooed, "And I never will."
"Me neither."
“I love you, Daniel.”
“I love you too, Janet.”
They rested like that for a while, then made love again. For the rest of
the day, they unified their affection, alternating hours of passion and sex
with tender embracing and talking. It was a day neither would forget.
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