Disclaimer: I own nothing. It belongs to Gekko Film Corp, MGM, and Sci-fi

Author’s Note: Written for Illmantrim during the “Get Daniel Laid Ficathon”.

Daniel lay on the couch and stared up at the ceiling. His stomach was full, his body was calm, and he could feel the pleasant weight of Sam’s head on his lap. He could hear the rhythmic pop and crackle of the roaring fire in the fireplace by their feet. To him, everything was perfect.

He looked down at Sam’s blonde hair, glowing like a halo in the light of the fire. He loved her; he truly loved her, and tonight was the night he wanted to show it.

He was nervous, though. It had been five years since Sha’re’s death, and he hadn’t been with a woman since. Not one that he truly loved anyway. Even though he and Sam had been together for a year, he didn’t want to rush into anything he might not be able to complete.

Stroking her hair lightly, he bent down and kissed it. The yellow waves were warm and smelled of tropical flowers.

Sam stirred and rolled over to look up at him. “Hello, there,” she smiled.


“That anniversary dinner you made was amazing. Where did you learn to cook like that?”

Daniel just shrugged, still smiling. “Oh, around. A bit from here, a bit from there.”

“You constantly amaze me, do you know that?”

“I do?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

Sam laughed. “Yes, you do.”

Slowly, his smile disappeared, and a serious look crossed his face. “How about if I amaze you some more?”

“Daniel, what are you talking about?”

Without answering, he gently moved her head from his lap. Standing up, he gathered the petite blonde into his arms. Sam actually giggled as Daniel carried her up the stairs and into his bedroom. He placed her on the bed, his blue eyes never leaving hers.

“Are you sure?” she simply asked as she removed his glasses and placed them on the bedside table.

“More than anything,” he replied.

Reaching out, he took her face in his hands, feeling the softness of her skin. Their lips met and a shiver ran down his spin. The kiss grew rhythmic and deeper, following a beat that only they could hear. Her mouth parted, allowing his tongue to enter and intertwine around hers.

His hands moved down, tracing her curves and remembering every inch of her upper body. One by one, he unbuttoned her blouse and slid the confining fabric down her arms. In one swift motion, he undid the clasp on her bra, releasing her breasts.

They parted only for a moment as she lifted his shirt over his head and let it fall to the floor. She then leaned forward, leaving a trail of kisses from his neck all the way to his warm stomach.

He responded, hungrier than ever. He cupped her breasts in his hands, feeling the soft tissue that surrounded them. ‘Just the right size,’ he thought. Leaning over, he traced the curve of them with his tongue, the smell of ocean water overwhelming his senses.

Sam arched her back, her breathing becoming labored. It made Daniel only want her more. He had to have more.

Soon, all of their clothes were lying on the floor, and he slid inside of her. Their bodies moved up and down, slowly, lost in their own rhythm. Faster and faster, the drum beats in his head pounded louder as he breathed heavier. Finally, release, ecstasy beyond his wildest dreams. He heard Sam gasp and knew that she, too, had felt it.

When it was over, Daniel just looked into Sam’s eyes, his heart filled with love for her. In the back of his mind, he sent a silent prayer to Sha’re, hoping she would forgive him. As he lay there, he almost believed that he could hear her voice, blessing his happiness and this union.

It was time to move forward.


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