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NOCTURNAL ADMISSIONS PART
ONE
WARM FUZZIES BY PHOENIX E
| Slash: |
Jack
and Daniel involved in a loving and committed relationship, which
usually
involves sex. |
| Rating: |
R. |
| Category: |
Established
Relationship. Romance. PWP. Humour. Jammies. |
| Season/Spoilers: |
No Spoilers |
| Synopsis: |
Daniel,
Jack, jammies, together, in a bed, in the dark.
Need me to draw a picture for ya? |
| Warnings: |
There ARE jammies
in this story. If you are offended by flannel,
please leave now! |
| Length: |
30 Kb
Originally completed and posted to the net 01 Jan 01. |

"Mmmmm...whaaa...Jack?"
"Expecting
someone else?"
"Uh....what?
God, what - what time is it? Jack! It really is you!
You - you- you're here! What are you doing
here?"
"Geez,
Danny, thought I lived here. Something happen to change that
while I've been gone?"
"Oh,
for - for - that's not what I mean, I mean what
are you doing here, now! I thought you weren't getting
back until tomorrow."
"Uh
huh. Absent lover arrives home unexpectedly. No cause for
concern, unless somebody has something to...hide.
Sounding a little nervous, here, Danny. You got
something to hide? Something you're not telling me?
Should I be checking to see if there's anyone hiding under the
bed?"
"Ha ha,
very funny, Jack. That's the first place you'd look.
Try the closet."
"Stop
it, stop it, you're killing me. You're a barrel of
laughs at three in the morning, Doctor Jackson."
"God!
Is that what time it is? No wonder I feel like I
just went to bed. Because I just did. Half an hour
ago. Argh!"
"Burning
the midnight oil again, were we, Daniel? What's the
matter, having trouble sleeping?"
"No!
Of course not. I - I was...reading. Lost track of
time."
"Uh
huh."
"It's a
really good book!"
"Is
that so? What's the title, then? I might want to
read it myself."
"Uh...so,
I take it the conference wrapped up ahead of schedule.
Seeing as how you're here, now, waking me up in the middle of
the night and talking your usual trash instead of having the
common courtesy of arriving tomorrow afternoon like you were
supposed to thereby letting me get a full night's sleep
tonight."
"Hey,
don't go all sentimental on me or anything, boyo, you know how
I hate mush. And since when have you ever
complained about me waking you up in the middle of the
night?"
"Last
Tuesday when you slapped my ass at four a.m. and woke me up by
nearly scaring me to death."
"That
wasn't my fault, my hand was asleep and I had to wake it up
somehow."
"I see.
Well, what about last Friday's salad dressing shampoo?"
"I was
hungry. I tripped. I said I was sorry. And I
promised I won't bring my three a.m. snacks back to bed with
me ever again."
"How
about last night when you called - "
"All
right, all right, you wanna bitch all night or get back to
sleep? Move over, will ya? Damn, only sleeping
alone for three nights and already he's taking up all the room
in the bed like I was never even here."
"Shut
up and get under the covers. Were you born in a barn, or
something?"
"Getting
a little chilly as well as rude? I can soon fix that.
C'mere."
"Hah!
You should talk! Jack, cut it out. I need to get
back to sleep."
"Just
one little kiss. Come on. I haven't seen you for
three whole days and nights."
"No
way. I know you. It's never just one with
you."
"My
word as an officer and a gentleman?"
"Oh
yeah, I'm buyin' this one. Jesus! Jack!
Your damned feet are freezing."
"You
know what they say, Danny. Cold feet, warm heart."
"That's
'hands', Jack, not feet."
"Well,
if you insist..."
"Jack!
God ! What did you do, put them in the
freezer first? Gad-zooks, you're going to freeze my
nuts off!"
"Bet
you're wide awake now."
"Only
because certain parts of me are in shock!"
"I
dunno, seems to me as if they're adapting to changing
conditions rather quickly."
"Bastard."
"Ah,
pet names. Getting somewhere, now. Uh...Danny?"
"Jack?"
"What
are you wearing?"
"Why?"
"I
don't know how to tell you this, but your ass is fuzzy.
Definitely, definitely....fuzzy."
"Oh.
That."
"You've
never been fuzzy before, Daniel."
"Well,
you weren't supposed to be home until tomorrow."
"And?"
"WellitallstartedwhenyouwentawayforthetwoweekmissionwithSG4lastJanuary..."
"Breathe,
Daniel, breathe! Slow down, for crying out loud!"
"You
were gone and it was weird and I was...I was...cold."
"Cold?"
"Yeah!
I was cold! Wanna make something out of
it?"
"Me?
Hell no! Man says he was cold, who am I to say he
wasn't? But what does that have to with him having a
fuzzy bottom half he doesn't usually have?"
"Sam
said what I needed was a pair of fuzzy jammies. For
the....cold. They'd be nice and warm and make me feel
better."
"Jammies?
Sam told you to wear fuzzy jammies? And you listened?"
"She's
the one who bought them for me."
"I
can't believe I'm hearing this!"
"Well,
she was right. I wore them for the rest of the time you
were away and I wasn't....cold....once. Then, you were back
and I didn't need them."
"Why
not?"
"Well,
because you were back. I don't get - cold - when...
I only wear them when you're not here because that's the only
time I need them. To keep warm."
"I see.
You don't get cold when I'm around, then?"
"No, as
a matter of fact, I don't. Wanna be making something
about that, too?"
"Crap,
are you ever grouchy when you don't get enough sleep.
Hmmmm. Fuuzzzzyyyy. Nice and soft. Damn! Too
bad you haven't worn them when I was around. They feel
kinda...nice."
"Oh
God, so does that..."
"So, I
take it you don't mind where my hands are now?"
"Uh...not
now..."
"Warm
enough for you, now?"
"Oh
yeah..."
"Mind
if we lose the jammies?"
"I
thought you said they felt nice."
"They
do, but you feel better."
"Oh oh
oh ohohgodohgodokayokay!"
"On
second thought, I'm really tired. Maybe I'll just go to sleep
now. Wow! Doctor Jackson! What a big tongue
you haaammmmpph!"
"That'll
teach you to sneak up on a guy when he's wearing his secret
jammies."
"Oh
yeah. I'm taught. I'm well and
truly...chastised...Sooooo Danny?"
"Jack?"
"Wanna
teach me another lesson?"
"I
think further instruction is definitely indicated at this
juncture."
"Juncture.
Oooooh. Big words. Oh god, you know how I get when
you throw vocabulary at me. Go on, hit me with another big
one."
"Irascible."
"Ohhhhhh..."
"Incorrigible."
"Yeah,
oh yeah, give me more!"
"Interstitial."
"Oh,
yeah! Hurt me good, baby! Give it to me,
give it to me, you know what all those nasty
syllables do to me!"
"And
those are just the Is There's the whole rest of the alphabet
to explore."
"Later.
Right now I need you to be using that tongue for something
else. Yeah, that, that... right there. Oh, that's good.
That's better than good. Oh boy. Don't let it go
to your head or anything, but I missed you."
"Missed
me, or my tongue?"
"Talking!
I hear talking! Want to hear licking, slurping, gulping,
not talking!"
"I
missed you too, Jack. You're much better than jammies."
"Talking!"
"You
want me to stop talking? Fine, I'll stop talking. I'll just
stop right...now!"
"Shit!
ShitShitShit! Ah! Ah! Ah! godgodgodgod! Dannnnyyyy!
"Much,
much better than jammies. Jack? Oh, Ja-ack! Jack!
Jack? Oh, I see. I get it. That's the game we're playing now,
is it? Get the archaeologist all worked up and fall
asleep on him! That's just...that's just
so...so...you! Thank God."
"So
glad you're home. Sweet dreams, Jack. Sleep well,
you son of a bitch! I will get you for this.
I promise."
FINIS
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