"Jack?"
"Hmm?"
"Why
am I…I mean…why are we…"
"In
bed together?"
"Um
- yes. That."
"Nothing
bad."
"Oh.
That's - that's reassuring."
"We
had sex."
"Wha-whaa?"
"That's
not exactly flattering, Daniel. Especially as I believed
everything you were yelling to me that third time."
"Yelling?"
"Yep."
"Yelling?
I wasn't. I - I don't!"
"You
do now."
"The
third time?"
"You
were kind of shy the first couple of times."
"I'm
not shy."
"You
weren't when you kissed me, no."
"I…"
"You
climbed into my lap and kissed the shit out of me."
"I…"
"You
wouldn't let go."
"I…"
"I
had to carry you into the bedroom."
"Um…"
"Yeah.
Relax. It was a great kiss."
"You
don't mind that I…I wanted to kiss you?"
"I
only mind that you didn’t until now."
"Jack."
"Mmmph!"
"Mmmm."
"Daaaaniel."
"Mmmm."
"Keep
doing what you're doing, Daniel, exactly what you're - mmmmm."
"What?
This?"
"Yes!"
"Or
this?"
"That!
"My
pleasure."
"Mmmmm.
Daniel, Daaan - Crap!"
"Jack?"
"How
much Dutch courage had Carter poured down your neck to get you out on
that podium?"
"I
wasn't drunk."
"You're
sure?"
"I
promise."
"What's
the last thing you remember?"
"Honestly?"
"Of
course, honestly! I'm starting to feel like some Harlequin stud
getting the youthfully innocent heroi - er…okay, okay, forget I said
that. And take that look off your face."
"I
was not drunk. I may have been - well, you'd have been nervous
too!"
"Do
you remember the introduction from our extremely able auctioneer, the
somewhat tartly-tongued Cassandra?"
"Dr.
Daniel Jackson, linguist, archaeologist…"
"Babe?"
"They
showed a movie? I don't remember that!"
"Take
a deep, calming breath, then kiss me again. We'll feel better."
"Not
that you're trying to take advantage…"
"As
if! Do you remember what you said?"
"I
talked?"
"Bleated."
"Bleated?
You can't let that shy thing go, can you?"
"Okay,
it was a breathy little whisper."
"Breathy?"
"Sexy
without being in any way shy."
"Jaa-aack."
"You
looked a lot like that too."
"Jack!"
"Mmmmmm."
"I
don't - mmmmm - I - mmmmmm - remember. Did I say - mmmmmm - say
anything - Oh God! Jack! Jack! Em - em -
embarrassing?"
"'Somebody
buy me. Please.'"
"Oh,
I didn't! I couldn't!"
"Sorry,
kid, you could and you in fact did."
"I
can't believe I was so - hey! Did I say you could stop?"
"Sorry,
sorry. That better?"
"Ooooh."
"Cool!
By the way, if it helps, I think you got five hundred bucks from the
clerical pool right off for the blush alone. And, although that
thing with your fingers feels very nice, it would feel even nicer if
you could slide them down just a leeeetle."
"Here?"
"There!"
"I've
been looking at you for so long. I never thought…I was starting
to give up, Jack."
"I'm
sorry."
"I'm
in love with you."
"I
know, Danny, I know."
"You
don't…I hoped..."
"Dammit!
Don't look like that, Danny, please. Please. I
do! I love you! I always did! Always."
"S-sorry."
"C'm
'ere, babe."
"That
is not funny."
"I'm
hot. It doesn't matter if I am allegedly unfunny."
"You're
not comfortable, either."
"You're
clasped to my manly chest. Quit criticising the accommodation and
try to act all tremulous and overwhelmed. I've got an ego, here."
"That
was never in doubt."
"You're
a sarcastic little shit."
"But
I'm hot, too, and you love me, so it doesn't matter."
"Which
reminds me. Whose idea was it to fall in love with you?"
"Hmm.
Good question. Who or…maybe we should be asking…what?"
"Danny!
Crap, give a guy some warning, willya? And while you're in the
neighbourhood…wiggle it. Just a little bit."
"Actually,
I do remember some of the bidding, Jack. It's starting to come
back, despite the - er - Dutch courage."
"Oh.
Er - good. Good."
"I
remember the competition heating up between SG-3 and SG-5."
"…."
"I
remember Sam and Janet pooling their bids to save me."
"…"
"I
remember the nursing pool sub-contracting Ferretti to his wife to paint
their house and using the proceeds to help Sam and Janet."
"…"
"What
I don't remember is any assistance from you."
"This
means you're not going to be moving your hand any time soon, doesn't
it?"
"Damn
straight! I - I remember the winning bid!"
"That
sounds like an accusation."
"You
should know! My memories are growing increasingly vivid."
"Mine
too."
"My
ass was bought and paid for! So?"
"Ow!
You're not supposed to lead me round by that thing literally, you
know! And whaddya mean, 'so'? So? So what! Lot
#13, unlucky for some."
"You
are such a complacent…"
"Yet
hot…"
"Bastard.
"You
know it."
"Jack!
Don't do that - How..."
"Don't?"
"Okay,
do, but answer the question. How'd my ass wind up in bed with
you?"
"Speaking
of your ass…Mmmhmm!"
"Jack!
Jaa-aack. H-how - how - ohgodJackohgod! - how - ooooooh - how -
how'd you get me away from SG-11?"
"Ah,
Danny, Danny. That's a whole other story."
FINIS
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