campylobacter: Must. Not. Look. At cleavage. (cleavage)
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TITLE: Olfactophilia 1/1
AUTHOR: [personal profile] campylobacter/[livejournal.com profile] campylobacter
BETA-READERS: Many thanks to [personal profile] magnavox_23/[livejournal.com profile] magnavox_23 for early story consultation, & to [personal profile] shakespherical/[livejournal.com profile] shakespherical for taking a righteous machete to the final draft.
PAIRING: Daniel/Vala
RATING: NC-17/Adult/FRAO (sexually explicit)
CATEGORY/GENRE: smut; missing scene
DATE: 9 September 2011
TIMELINE/SPOILERS: 9x04 "The Ties That Bind"
ARCHIVE: permission granted; drop me a URL after you archive so I can link to it
WORD COUNT: 1096
DISCLAIMER: MGM heartily doesn't endorse unauthorized, pornographic derivative works of content it owns but refuses to continue with more movies.

NOTES: Written for the [livejournal.com profile] one_prompt Summer Extravaganza 2011 "Breathe". Raunchiest thing I've ever written for Stargate, but with a hint of vanilla overtones.

SUMMARY/SYNOPSIS/PREMISE: Vala left a little something behind in Daniel's bed before he kicked her out.

Maybe she had been telling the truth; after all, the memory of being spat on and stoned by the people of her own village wasn't the most erotic prelude to seduction. Then again, this was Vala...

Daniel looked around his quarters, making sure she hadn't left any more inappropriate surprises. The white bathrobe and slippers had all left with her. He readied himself for bed, shucking off shoes and socks, draping BDUs over a chair in a way that had always provoked a disapproving look from Jack, whose military discipline required clothes hangers and aligned folds.

Vala's intrusion made him self-conscious of wearing nothing but boxers, as though the disarray she'd left of his bed challenged his rejection of her offer. She'd turned down the bed covers before he'd thrown her out, the indentation in the sheets of her pert, scantily-clad bottom apparent before he obliterated it by sitting where she sat. He distracted himself with his mental to-do list: proofreading the NAF reports from the SGC exo-archaeology department, filing a protest against yet another loss of a perfectly competent translator due to DADT... or drifting off to sleep with some Medieval Latin texts to brush up on his Ancient. The choices gave him a headache, so he turned off the lamp and settled into bed.

How had Vala known on which side of the bed he slept? Might've been the reading lamp, or the good pillow — the lofty one he'd brought from home. Now it smelled like Vala. How she'd found patchouli-scented shampoo on a military base was as mysterious as how she'd found non-military lingerie. Not that the USAF issued lingerie, but he wondered at the relationship Vala had developed with the new female guard — Staff Sergeant Finney? — who'd been assigned to her; they didn't appear to wear the same-sized clothing.

He sat up to flip his pillow, and then fluffed it into a a non-Vala-influenced shape. While settling back under the covers, his hand brushed over a cold, damp spot in the sheets.

Oh no she didn't. She wouldn't've dared. Then again, this was Vala...

He passed his hand over the wet spot again; it was no bigger than his palm. He sniffed his fingertips. The logic-inhibiting scent of female musk on the male brain couldn't be his imagination. For the sake of science, for the sake of anthropology — not from any sexual motivation, of course — he turned the light back on and dove under the covers to sniff the area directly. Took a deep whiff. Was overwhelmed by the exotic, unmistakable tang of woman. How long had it been since...? Too long: his cock started to stiffen as images and sensations flooded his brain: Vala with those maraschino-cherry-colored panties pushed to the knees of those long, smooth, slender legs; her hand splayed over a dark and trimmed bush; a finger or three buried in moist, wet heat; her eyes closed as she murmured his name; the fluids of her arousal trickling onto his sheets as she came with her back arched...

Stay calm... first declension, singular. Nominative: pórta gloriosa. Genitive: pórtae gloriosae. Dative: pórtae gloriosae. Accusative: pórtam gloriosam—

Too late, in the glorious gate; she even made Latin grammar sexy. His hand wouldn't unclench his fist, his nose wouldn't leave his bed sheet; all he succeeded in doing was holding his breath.

Breathe already; your brain needs the oxygen.

Breathing meant taking her into his lungs, into his head, the way she might take him inside her spice-scented cleft: wet, welcoming, warm — letting him pound away his aching need until she made noises she couldn't control, until he commanded every sound that issued from her lips.

Oh yes, she'd be a vocal lover.

He recalled her grunts, gasps and moans as they'd fought on the Prometheus.

Maybe he could make her beg for it, entreat him to insert his entire length instead of teasing her slick, hot folds with just the head. He'd never been ashamed of having "average" length, the thick girth of a perfectly shaped, prominent glans never failing to intrigue and ultimately satisfy every lover he'd known. Slowly, gently sliding the sheath of foreskin up and down, he savored the pleasing tingle at each well-timed roll over the wet tip, and breathed in rhythm.

He lost her scent, and moved his nose around to recapture it, a complex mixture reminiscent of sun-baked seashells, crushed valerian root, and citrus rind, mingled with an unknown, off-world herb. Urgency built in his groin at the sudden thought of storming into her quarters to peel off that skimpy sleepwear and hound the source of the aroma.

Daniel’s cock demanded more than teasing foreplay. He grasped the shaft and squeezed, sliding and increasing the intensity, his hand slick with fluid.

Damn that woman, reducing me to an over-heated fool. I ought to spank her.

She'd spanked him with the folded magazine before leering at her guard Finney. Was she spanking Finney now, or letting Finney spank her? Vala had been on this very bed, on her hands and knees, wagging her ass in invitation for him to mount her. Or spank her. Spank bare, pale buttocks, presented to him with a slick, flushed mound peeking beneath the cheeks, awaiting the smack of his palm...

He spanked his cock instead, opened his mouth to lick at every last iota of scent. Each stroke concentrated sensation; words in his mind lost structure, crumbled into the rough sound of breathing in gasps until he had to rise to a kneeling position. He worked his cock rapidly before his hips jerked forward off-rhythm from his hand. He groaned as the pressure inside boiled over and a long arc of come hit the pillow. Pure, intense pleasure coursed through his body as the second spurt landed on the bed sheets, and then a third on Vala's wet spot. The remainder dribbled on his hand and spread along the shaft as he slowed his pumping fist. He coated cock and balls with it, relishing the debauchery through a defiant, satisfied buzz. Remaining on his knees until his pulse slowed, panting silenced, and penis softened, he fell forward on the bed, heedless of the mess.

He flipped the pillow back around as he settled into bed a second time. Surrounded by the piquant aromas of sex and Vala's lingering fragrance, Daniel decided that he could forgive her trespass even if she never asked.

I hope like hell Vala smells different tomorrow and finds a nice, conservative pantsuit to wear to DC, or I'll been doing an extra load of laundry.

[end]

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Date: 2011-09-09 09:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lc59.livejournal.com
May I just say "WOWZER!"...that certainly revived up my day...thanks, life is blah these days.
Wonder how he felt about the miniskirt...

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Date: 2011-09-10 05:24 am (UTC)
ext_391411: There is a god sitting here with wet fingers. (plotbunny)
From: [identity profile] campylobacter.livejournal.com
Thank you, dear! I'll have to keep the porn coming if it helps chase the blahs away.

Wonder how he felt about the miniskirt...

Image
Thanks for the plotbunny.
(http://pics.livejournal.com/campylobacter/pic/001ggehz)
Edited Date: 2011-09-10 05:46 am (UTC)

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Date: 2011-09-10 08:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lc59.livejournal.com
Aw...shucks....did I do that???

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Date: 2011-09-10 11:28 pm (UTC)
ext_391411: There is a god sitting here with wet fingers. (Indeed)
From: [identity profile] campylobacter.livejournal.com
Yeah, bat your innocent eyelashes!

I have the basic premise of a story for that, I just need to work out the middle & ending...

(no subject)

Date: 2011-09-09 10:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ilikethequiet.livejournal.com
That was AWESOME!!

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Date: 2011-09-10 05:34 am (UTC)
ext_391411: There is a god sitting here with wet fingers. (cleavage)
From: [identity profile] campylobacter.livejournal.com
Thank you!

It amuses me that Cheer Bear approves of porn. ;)

(no subject)

Date: 2011-09-10 05:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ilikethequiet.livejournal.com
Yeah she does, she's a fan :D

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Date: 2011-09-09 11:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eilidh17.livejournal.com
Guh! This one-man show never looked sooooo good! Thanks to Vala for being such a deliciously naughty woman and marking her territory.

When you said you had a masturbation fic in the works DAYUM you meant it :)

(no subject)

Date: 2011-09-10 05:39 am (UTC)
ext_391411: There is a god sitting here with wet fingers. (cleavage)
From: [identity profile] campylobacter.livejournal.com
Bwahaha! Thanks!

I first had this plotbunny a year ago, but wanted to wait until the next Porn Battle to write it. I missed the PB deadline, but none of the D/V prompts fit anyway. I was happy to discover that an old [livejournal.com profile] one_prompt was perfect for it. ;d

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Date: 2011-09-09 11:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shakespherical.livejournal.com
One of the sexiest things ever written in the fandom. All of my senses were overloaded and it was like a literary orgasm.

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Date: 2011-09-10 05:45 am (UTC)
ext_391411: There is a god sitting here with wet fingers. (cleavage)
From: [identity profile] campylobacter.livejournal.com
MUAH! I love you bb. It wouldn't've turned out half as well if you hadn't been attentive & vicious with the editing. I made a few minor tweaks to the last 3 paragraphs after your final pass.

I'm still LMAO at your suggested "Arc of Truth" as its title.

(no subject)

Date: 2011-09-10 06:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magnavox-23.livejournal.com
Yay! You pulled it off! *g* Much amazement and awe at this masturbatory masterpiece. ;D

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Date: 2011-09-10 07:57 am (UTC)
ext_391411: There is a god sitting here with wet fingers. (cleavage)
From: [identity profile] campylobacter.livejournal.com
Thank you! I'm so relieved that it turned out better than its rougher start. Tossing in Jack/Daniel, femslash, spanking, and foreskin isn't standard Daniel/Vala fare.

(no subject)

Date: 2011-09-10 08:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magnavox-23.livejournal.com
Nothing wrong with reaching for new heights!

(no subject)

Date: 2011-09-10 08:10 am (UTC)
ext_391411: There is a god sitting here with wet fingers. (kino porn)
From: [identity profile] campylobacter.livejournal.com
Or squicking the prudes with descriptive cumshots. :3

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Date: 2011-09-10 08:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magnavox-23.livejournal.com
Hey, descriptive cumshots are <3!

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Date: 2011-09-10 07:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spacegypsy1.livejournal.com
Oh yeah, this was hot and oh so like her to make sure that should he reject her she'd get him anyway. love it. b

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Date: 2011-09-10 07:52 pm (UTC)
ext_391411: There is a god sitting here with wet fingers. (cleavage)
From: [identity profile] campylobacter.livejournal.com
Thank you!

NGL, when I saw that ep for the first time, I said to myself, "He's so gonna beat off to that and still pretend he hates her."

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Date: 2011-11-05 11:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] evrymeeveryyou.livejournal.com
LMFAO! So true though! I actually turned to my husband on a recent rewatch last fall and said, "It's just him and HIS hand tonight," to paraphrase P!nk.

And totally separately, I have just discovered this and GAWD! Wonderful dear. :)

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Date: 2011-11-06 01:56 am (UTC)
ext_391411: There is a god sitting here with wet fingers. (LOL)
From: [identity profile] campylobacter.livejournal.com
Hee! Thanks.

This reminds me: I should dust off my Vala miniskirt pornplotbunny

(no subject)

Date: 2011-11-06 02:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] evrymeeveryyou.livejournal.com
Yes please. :)

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Date: 2011-11-06 06:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] freyasboy.livejournal.com
Hey! That is SO good. I was wondering what you were up to with your little hints and now I know. Well done!!

xx

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