Just Dinner

Disclaimer: I did not create the world that is Stargate I just long to live in it!

Becca’s penchant for extremely loud rock music was one of the only things she did not have in common with Daniel. I was also a giveaway that while she was nearly a genius she still knew how to act her age when appropriate. Foo Fighters was her selection that night and she pumped it up as she pre-heated the oven and went to change. She kicked off her heels as she walked into her room. Coming out a few minutes later, in well worn jeans a fuzzy green sweater, and gray wool socks she was in the process of piling her hair on top of her head in a messy bun, unwittingly allowing a few strands to frame her face. Back in the kitchen, she started to throw together a casserole, following no recipe and stopping every few minutes to dance to the music. With the concoction in the oven, she tossed a salad and took a bottle of wine out of the fridge to breathe. “Mmm, best make that two bottles,” she thought out loud. At a quarter till she set the table, and she lit candles, because she loved them. She made a last minute decision that brownies were called for so she whipped them up pouring them into a pan just as the timer for the casserole when off. She switched the two out and reset the timer just as the doorbell rang. Her heart did a leap and she narrowed her eyes in confusion, “Where the hell did that come from?” she wondered quietly. She grabbed the remote off the couch and lowered the volume as she walked to the door.
“Having a party I don’t know about?” Daniel grinned as he stood in the hallway. Becca returned his grin and stood aside so he could enter.
“Always” She replied.
Daniels heart was thumping in his chest. He did not get to see her that way every day usually she was in a suit or, if they were off world, she was in full gear. He desperately wanted to see if that sweater was a soft as it looked.
“Mmm, I smell chocolate” he said, “Is that dinner or desert?”
“Well, they’re not done yet so I guess that makes them desert. Hungry?” she asked.
“Starved,” Daniel said, ‘and you don’t know the half of it,’ he thought.
They walked through the living room in to the dining room, and Daniel fought to keep his eyes [hands] off her ass in jeans.
“Sit,” she ordered and walked in to the kitchen. She came back out with a bottle and two glasses handing them to him. “Be right back,” she said returning seconds later with the casserole and salad bowl. He poured while she served in comfortable shared silence.
“Wow Bec, this is great!” he exclaimed.
“My once limited culinary skills are improving in a self preservation effort,” she laughed.
Over the meal, they talked about their days without too much shoptalk, and they were finishing up as the timer went off again.
“Brownies,” they said in unison, and Becca dissolved into giggles. It didn’t take much wine to give her the giggles, her face getting red as the timer continued. She stood up to rescue the precious chocolate taking their plates with her.
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Daniel took a deep breath and downed the last of his wine. Picking up the casserole and salad bowl he started into the kitchen and promptly stopped in the doorway, ‘Domestic Goddess’ he thought knowing it was the furthest thing from the truth. Becca stood at the sink sleeves pushed back, up to her elbows in suds. As he watched she used her forearm to relieve an itch on her nose and then rolled her head on her neck as he had seen here do so many times when it seized up. Daniel set the dishes on the counter and Becca felt him come up behind her. He brushed her hair out of the way and set to work on her neck instinctively knowing where to massage. With a sigh she said, “Thanks, I am almost done here. I really hate dishes.”
“I feel your pain,” he replied. As Daniel slowly increased the pressure with his hands Becca felt, the goose bumps begin to surface. Rinsing off the last dish she turned off the water and reached for a towel to dry her hands, inadvertently pressing up against him in the process. When she turned to face him his nose was inches from hers and his hands were resting on her shoulders. She sucked in air as his face lowered towards hers, “Daniel…” she said in a wobbly voice, the rest of the statement being silenced as his lips touched hers. Time stopped at that moment and unseen fireworks exploded around them. Becca kissed him back without even realizing it, as his hands snaked up to hold her neck and touch her face, and her arms circled him. Seconds, or maybe it was hours later the dreamlike state was shattered back into reality as someone’s beeper went off.


A/N: This chapter is a little longer again just breaking it where it feels wright don't shoot me. Input Input Input.