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...the fluffmonster would quit!!!!!...
I've also got a couple of fics done today, one for sg_challenges and one in response to the picture challenge I posted this morning.
Hands is my first Atlantis fic ever! *beams* Be nice, guys.
Big thanks to my betas...![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nekkidchick and literarylitany and I must confess...inspired by nerca_beyul's sunburn...
Title: Linger
Author: Lionchilde
Summary: AU Vala's got a sunburn, but she just can't help herself.
Rating: PG
Length: 557 words
Pairing: Daniel/Vala
Genres: Ever so fluffy...
A/N: Set a bit after Water but it basically stands alone. Daniel and Vala have been married about a year.
Linger
She's like the sun to me, he mused as her bare feet slapped up the wet deck toward him. It came to him almost without thought, and a secretive smile played across his lips.
"Oh, you think it's funny, do you?" she demanded, the beach towel snapping out from around her waist to flutter down onto the sand beside him.
"Told you not to stay out so long," Daniel reminded her absently, not looking up from his book.
"I couldn't help it," Vala replied, wincing slightly as she lowered herself down on her stomach. "I just want to be on the beach every second…you can understand that, can't you?"
"No," he lied, flipping his page with a finger and still not looking up. "Not when you're already so red. Vala, if you've got to bring the aloe down to the beach with you, there's something wrong."
"I'm so tired of being in the mountain, Daniel!" she exclaimed. "Can't we stay another day?"
"You know we can't," Daniel sighed.
"Please?" she persisted. "Come on, Daniel, just one more day. You know you want to!"
"Doesn't matter if I want to," he said, pushing his bottom lip out thoughtfully as he read. Her fingers closed over the top of the book, and he finally looked up as she tore it from his grasp. "Give me that!"
"How can you be reading?" she demanded, stretching her arm to hold it away from him. "Just look at that beautiful blue water. You haven't been in all day!"
Daniel didn't bother to answer, making a quick lunge across her back for the book. His fingers brushed across the jacket, but their legs tangled as she tried to wriggle out of his reach again, and he landed with the weight of his chest on her burnt skin.
"Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!"
"Sorry, sorry," he fumbled, scrambling quickly away. "Are you all right?"
"Do I look all right?" Vala pushed herself prone, blinking against the tears that sprang to her eyes. He knelt beside her, gingerly turning her back to face him, and she bit her lip. "I'm sorry."
"It's all right," Daniel murmured, already reaching back for the plastic bottle of aloe-vera they'd brought with them. She tensed when she heard the cap open, but his touch was soft as water now, sensitive fingertips smoothing over her skin. Vala sighed softly, letting out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding as he worked the slick gel first into her shoulders and then slowly down her back in tender, unconsciously sensuous circles.
"You know, there is an upside to a sunburn," she remarked teasingly.
Daniel rolled his eyes, but squeezed another handful of gel onto his palm. She jumped a little when the coolness touched her lower back, and he hid another smile.
"Better?" he asked as his hands began their gentle retracing, softly moving back up toward her shoulders.
"A little, maybe," she admitted, smiling herself when his hands came to rest on either side of her neck, and he leaned forward. She felt herself start to tense again, but held her so masterfully now that she could feel the warmth of his body though their skin never touched. His breath on her neck brought another, different kind of shiver as his lips fell briefly, feather-soft, behind her ear.
"One more day," he whispered.
Title: Hands
Author: Lionchilde
Summary: AU Today she's seen his hands in a new way...
Rating: G
Length: 350 words
Pairing: Sparky
Genres: Ever so fluffy...br />
A/N: Set sometime post Season 2, so it will be AU once Season 3 starts. ;)
Hands
She knew those hands better than she cared to admit. She should, she realized. She'd been watching them for more than two years now. Often, she saw them curled into fists…or wielding some weapon. Sometimes, she hid a smile at the way they drummed an impatient rhythm against the table in the briefing room. Once, she and Teyla had passed a trip to the mainland with mutual observations about the quirky way the left one held a fork. Today, though, she'd seen those hands in a new way.
She still wasn’t exactly sure how he'd talked her into going to the mainland, but she knew when she saw the guitar in the 'jumper that he must have been planning this little "walk in the country" for quite a while. It was strange, she realized, that she'd never heard him play…and strange how disappointed she felt when the giggling pack of Athosian kids came racing over the hill just as she'd settled in the grass beside him and hugged her knees to listen.
Within a few moments, though, she had to smile. Music transcends culture, someone had once said, and watching him lead a band of Athosian children in choruses of Stuck In the Middle and After Midnight, she had no doubt. By the time their mother found them, they were happily now engaged as his "new band", and exacted promises from both that they would return for another picnic the following week.
It wasn't until they were back on Atlantis that she began to realize that promise might have been a mistake. She turned toward him, wetting her lips nervously, and reached up to tuck a wisp of loose hair back behind her ear. Before she could speak, though, she discovered that the hand which had been resting so casually on her arm was sliding downward. The warm, calloused fingers slid over the back of her hand, tightening on hers for a fleeting moment before slipping away.
"Goodnight, Elizabeth," he smiled, holding her gaze.
"Goodnight, John," she nodded, reluctantly turning toward her quarters as he walked away.
Hands is my first Atlantis fic ever! *beams* Be nice, guys.
Big thanks to my betas...
nekkidchick and literarylitany and I must confess...inspired by nerca_beyul's sunburn...Title: Linger
Author: Lionchilde
Summary: AU Vala's got a sunburn, but she just can't help herself.
Rating: PG
Length: 557 words
Pairing: Daniel/Vala
Genres: Ever so fluffy...
A/N: Set a bit after Water but it basically stands alone. Daniel and Vala have been married about a year.
She's like the sun to me, he mused as her bare feet slapped up the wet deck toward him. It came to him almost without thought, and a secretive smile played across his lips.
"Oh, you think it's funny, do you?" she demanded, the beach towel snapping out from around her waist to flutter down onto the sand beside him.
"Told you not to stay out so long," Daniel reminded her absently, not looking up from his book.
"I couldn't help it," Vala replied, wincing slightly as she lowered herself down on her stomach. "I just want to be on the beach every second…you can understand that, can't you?"
"No," he lied, flipping his page with a finger and still not looking up. "Not when you're already so red. Vala, if you've got to bring the aloe down to the beach with you, there's something wrong."
"I'm so tired of being in the mountain, Daniel!" she exclaimed. "Can't we stay another day?"
"You know we can't," Daniel sighed.
"Please?" she persisted. "Come on, Daniel, just one more day. You know you want to!"
"Doesn't matter if I want to," he said, pushing his bottom lip out thoughtfully as he read. Her fingers closed over the top of the book, and he finally looked up as she tore it from his grasp. "Give me that!"
"How can you be reading?" she demanded, stretching her arm to hold it away from him. "Just look at that beautiful blue water. You haven't been in all day!"
Daniel didn't bother to answer, making a quick lunge across her back for the book. His fingers brushed across the jacket, but their legs tangled as she tried to wriggle out of his reach again, and he landed with the weight of his chest on her burnt skin.
"Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!"
"Sorry, sorry," he fumbled, scrambling quickly away. "Are you all right?"
"Do I look all right?" Vala pushed herself prone, blinking against the tears that sprang to her eyes. He knelt beside her, gingerly turning her back to face him, and she bit her lip. "I'm sorry."
"It's all right," Daniel murmured, already reaching back for the plastic bottle of aloe-vera they'd brought with them. She tensed when she heard the cap open, but his touch was soft as water now, sensitive fingertips smoothing over her skin. Vala sighed softly, letting out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding as he worked the slick gel first into her shoulders and then slowly down her back in tender, unconsciously sensuous circles.
"You know, there is an upside to a sunburn," she remarked teasingly.
Daniel rolled his eyes, but squeezed another handful of gel onto his palm. She jumped a little when the coolness touched her lower back, and he hid another smile.
"Better?" he asked as his hands began their gentle retracing, softly moving back up toward her shoulders.
"A little, maybe," she admitted, smiling herself when his hands came to rest on either side of her neck, and he leaned forward. She felt herself start to tense again, but held her so masterfully now that she could feel the warmth of his body though their skin never touched. His breath on her neck brought another, different kind of shiver as his lips fell briefly, feather-soft, behind her ear.
"One more day," he whispered.
Title: Hands
Author: Lionchilde
Summary: AU Today she's seen his hands in a new way...
Rating: G
Length: 350 words
Pairing: Sparky
Genres: Ever so fluffy...br />
A/N: Set sometime post Season 2, so it will be AU once Season 3 starts. ;)
She knew those hands better than she cared to admit. She should, she realized. She'd been watching them for more than two years now. Often, she saw them curled into fists…or wielding some weapon. Sometimes, she hid a smile at the way they drummed an impatient rhythm against the table in the briefing room. Once, she and Teyla had passed a trip to the mainland with mutual observations about the quirky way the left one held a fork. Today, though, she'd seen those hands in a new way.
She still wasn’t exactly sure how he'd talked her into going to the mainland, but she knew when she saw the guitar in the 'jumper that he must have been planning this little "walk in the country" for quite a while. It was strange, she realized, that she'd never heard him play…and strange how disappointed she felt when the giggling pack of Athosian kids came racing over the hill just as she'd settled in the grass beside him and hugged her knees to listen.
Within a few moments, though, she had to smile. Music transcends culture, someone had once said, and watching him lead a band of Athosian children in choruses of Stuck In the Middle and After Midnight, she had no doubt. By the time their mother found them, they were happily now engaged as his "new band", and exacted promises from both that they would return for another picnic the following week.
It wasn't until they were back on Atlantis that she began to realize that promise might have been a mistake. She turned toward him, wetting her lips nervously, and reached up to tuck a wisp of loose hair back behind her ear. Before she could speak, though, she discovered that the hand which had been resting so casually on her arm was sliding downward. The warm, calloused fingers slid over the back of her hand, tightening on hers for a fleeting moment before slipping away.
"Goodnight, Elizabeth," he smiled, holding her gaze.
"Goodnight, John," she nodded, reluctantly turning toward her quarters as he walked away.