Daniel ascending, descending, and how that affects Jack.

I

Some Days

Some days he drove you crazy, the way he just stood there, eyes narrowed, lips tight,
the two of you locked in an argument on some planet or other. But you will always
remember how he trustingly curled his body around yours at night.

Secretly you admired him. How he always stood up for what he thought was right.
You regret that you told him so only after his luck finally ran out. Still, most days
he drove you crazy, stubborn bastard, the way he just stood there, arms folded, lips tight.

The first time it happened it was two bodies seeking the comfort of another. He let you invade
his body that night. How tight he was, how good, his soul unleashed from sweat-slick caresses.
He tied you to him afterwards. How peaceful you slept in the curve of his body that night.

In all the battles he somehow never lost sight of what it meant to be human. Your worst fight:
Facing off over some robot. You couldn't take the risk, killed it. Her name was Reese,
Jack. He cried then, broken. Your turn to stand there and glower at him, eyes livid, lips tight.

With him, words became oceans and rivers and stars, gateways to another dimension, to a site
where the rules didn't apply and the unspeakable could suddenly be voiced. Ana byinookh.
Te amo hermoso. Mahal kita. Saiai. Querido. His limbs entangled with yours for the night.

He was your citadel in the desert. He was your mountain fortress. He was the one brought light
in dark times. You worshipped at the altar of his body. In your dreams you still see his face.
Some days he drove you crazy, the way he always stood there, eyes narrowed, lips tight.
But remember how he would trustingly curl his body around yours at night?

II

Animus, Descending

The sound of the smack of his hand on
your skin makes you moan, head thrown back,
reddened flesh stinging. When he starts rubbing small circles
over the cheeks of your ass; when he drags his fingernails lightly
over your sensitised skin, making you squirm under his eloquent touch;
when his knowing hands draw you back until you can feel him pressing in,
teasing, his hands on your skin hot like the desert sun; when he whispers his
need for you in the guttural vowels of a language long dead; when he plunges
forward suddenly, taking you, impaling you on his dick, his hands clutching your
hips, his cock tearing you open until he is completely sheathed inside you and you
can feel his trembling thighs coming to rest against your legs, his balls against
your ass, and he is shaking with soft little moans; when he comes to rest on
your back buttocks quivering, and you snarl, it's about goddamn time, and
you clench your ass muscles around him until he whimpers; when he
finally starts thrusting, and you're grateful that, at last, he's as lost
as you in this alien landscape, no compass there to guide you,
no map, no GDO, and no way home, and it's just the two
of you on this godforsaken plane, in the whole damn
universe. Only then do you allow yourself
to believe he is for real.

III

Gravity

The trees on P5X-347 he notices,
kneeling on the ground, are anchored
in rich fertile soil. Looking up, he can see
strong trunks slowly, slowly
swaying in the wind.
There are no branches
on their lowers parts. Lean and wiry,
they rotate like gyrating torsos.
But further up, their
many-leaved crowns,
like heads, whisper to each other,
the wind rustling in their branches.

Rooted to the ground,
they sway rhythmically, hypnotically,
dancing slowly back and forth,
their treetops touching,
then eventually swinging back,
like a giant pendulum finally
coming to rest at its center.

Notes: The endearments are (I'm sure this has been done to death):
Ana byinookh. I love you. (Assyrian)
Te amo hermoso. I love you, beautiful. (Spanish)
Mahal kita. I love you. (Tagalog)
Saiai. Beloved. (Japanese)
Querido. Beloved. (Spanish)

Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, the Sci Fi Channel, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, Gekko Productions, and probably a whole bunch of other people. I do not own the characters and indeed am only playing with them for a little while. I am not making any money from this and I'm still paying for everything I own so there's very little point in suing me. No copyright infringement whatsoever is intended. The story is for entertainment purposes only. At least I hope it's entertaining. The original characters, situations and story are mine. Please check with me first if you want to archive or link to this story.

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