PIERCED

PIERCED

He couldn’t stand it anymore.

He was sitting at the very edge of the booth and she was beside him, hand loosely gripping his shoulder as she spoke with one of her friends.

And it was right there, right in his face.

He fidgeted, running his hand over his hair, looking around the club, sipping from his beer, trying to distract himself.

But it was still there, no matter where he looked. He shifted uncomfortably. Why did THIS happen to be his particular fetish? He saw THIS wherever he went, and SHE . . . oh, God, SHE had the best one he’d ever seen. Taut, tan and a tantalizing dangling piercing.

They’d been dating for weeks; he was initially drawn to her irreverence and her intellect, and the fact that she happened to be strikingly beautiful hadn’t hurt either. Then to find out she’d been hiding THIS all this time . . .

God.

She was killing him.

Finally, she said her goodbyes to her friend and turned to him. “Daniel?” she grinned. “Having fun?”

He settled his hands on both her hips, turning her to face him squarely. He looked up at her. “You’re driving me fucking crazy, you know that?” he growled.

“Daniel!” she exclaimed, shocked and more than a little titillated. “I’ve NEVER heard you talk that way!”

“Well,” he murmured. “You might have to get used to it.”

He pulled her closer, and not at all caring that he was in a public place amidst his friends and hers, he brought his mouth to her stomach. She gasped, and her tummy tightened, which drove him that much more insane. Holding her tightly, he touched her with lips and tongue, dipping beneath the waistband of her skirt and trailing wetly up to her navel, where he brought her piercing into his mouth and tugged lightly.

Her hand grabbed the back of his head and she pulled him back. He looked up at her, noting the heaving of her breasts and the darkness of her eyes.

“You,” she said hoarsely. “You and I need to take a little walk.”

She grabbed his hand and he followed her as she hurried out of the club, unaware of the amused looks exchanged by his team members

The two were fortunate. It was summer and the night was warm. Night had already descended, and the area where he’d parked his car was dark.

She flung open the door to the back seat, reaching to turn off the dome light. Keeping most of her lower half outside of the car, she slowly inched her skirt above her thighs and spread her legs for him.

Oh, God, he thought. Tummies were his thing but this . . .

He fell to his knees, wasting no time in ravishing her with lips and tongue, relishing in the smell of her, the taste of her. She cried out and he shoved his mouth and face harder against her, moving his tongue in time to her thrusts as she ground against his face. Her cries came faster and faster and he gripped her hips tightly, holding her firmly against him until she tensed and her hips raised and she came forcefully, crying his name.

Relaxing back onto the seat she smiled, pulling him on to her, enjoying the play of his lips on hers.

“Goddammit, Daniel,” she whispered. “You have got the best mouth on the face of the earth.”

He flushed. “My mouth?”

“I’m serious,” she said, still panting, her thumb stroking roughly over his bottom lip.

He smiled tentatively then slid down the length of her body, dipping his tongue into her bellybutton, making her gasp. “You have the best stomach I’ve ever seen. Stomachs are my thing, you know? I had no idea until tonight that yours was so . . .”

“So what?” she asked.

“So fucking HOT,” he said, and she laughed at the sound of the Daniel Jackson she hadn’t met until that night, then she gasped again, unprepared as he shoved himself inside her.

“Oh, God,” she muttered.

His head was swimming, eyes unable to focus as he felt her clamp down around him. “Jesus Christ,” he hissed. He put his lips to her ear. “I’ve got to fuck you, Diana. Now, I’ve got to fuck you now. I’ll die if I don’t.”

“You exaggerate,” she whispered, grasping him with her legs.

“Not by much,” he growled and began thrusting, causing her to whimper at the force of his movements. Fiercely he shoved himself inside her, driven crazy by the heat and the wet and the very tightness of her. “Fuck,” he whispered, coming ever closer to the edge, pushed there by her mouth on his neck and her finger drifting down, slowly, until it was inside him. “Oh, GOD,” he muttered, and rammed into her harder, grasping her hips tightly so she met each stroke fully, his eyes closed and teeth clenched until he finally came, a long spasm of spurting inside her, crying out as if he were in pain.

He collapsed atop her and lay there for a moment, breathing heavily. He stilled as he felt her hands in his hair, fingers tingling along his scalp.

He raised his head. “I am SO sorry.”

“What?”

“This . . . this wasn’t exactly how I had it planned.” He looked around the car and the empty parking lot. “I had something a bit more romantic planned. For our first time.” He looked at her, biting his lip.

She grinned. “Daniel, I’ve known you for what . . . eight years now? We’ve worked side-by-side for AGES until you finally asked me out. And then I find out that the sensitive Dr. Jackson is . . .”

“What?” he asked, squinting in trepidation.

“Is a fucking ANIMAL!” she exclaimed.

He pursed his lips, looking confused and a little bit ashamed. “That’s . . . is that a good thing?”

She smiled and slid her arms around his neck. “If tonight is any indication, then fuck yeah.”

He grinned and dipped his head, flushing.

“Now,” she said. “It’d probably be a good idea if we put our clothes back on.”

He watched her for a moment, smiling, before sliding away and out of her, starting to dress.

“Why did I never ask you out sooner?” he asked, watching her as she slid her skirt down and the bellybutton ring became visible again.

“Well, you’ve been a bit busy,” she said, grabbing her purse and whipping out a compact to check her makeup.

“I guess so,” he mumbled. “But better late than never, eh?”

“Truer words were never spoken.”

They both jumped. The voice had come out of the darkness.

“Jack?” Daniel called, hurrying to zip his pants.

“Righty roo, Danny-boy,” O’Neill said, strolling out of the darkness with Carter on his arm. They were both grinning hugely.

“Uh . . .” Daniel said, looking quickly down at Diana, who was finishing with her lipstick. She slid out of the car in one fluid motion, nodding at Carter and O’Neill. “General, Colonel,” she said, smiling wickedly.

“Major,” they acknowledged, exchanging a look with one another that spoke volumes. They paused briefly by Daniel’s car.

“Having fun, kids?” O’Neill asked, the feigned look of innocence not quite masking the smirk.

“Uh . . .” said the panicked Daniel, looking from Diana to O’Neill to the car and back again.

“Jack, stop it,” Carter admonished. “You two have a good weekend. We’ll see you on Monday.” She tugged O’Neill in the direction of his truck.

“Uh, yeah! Monday! Monday, yeah, uh, see you then!” Daniel said.

“Oh, you bet you will,” said O’Neill, waggling his eyebrows even as he followed Carter across the parking lot.

“God,” he moaned. “I’m gonna have hell to pay.”

Diana slid her arms around his neck, kissing him lightly. “Don’t you worry about O’Neill,” she said. She smiled slyly. “If he gives you too hard a time, just ask him what Carter was doing at his house all night.”

His head snapped up. “What night?” he asked, dumbfounded.

“Oh, any night for about the past six months,” she said.

“Are you serious?”

“Yep. They’ve finally come to their senses.”

He studied her closely. “How do you know?”

“Women’s intuition,” she said, grinning. “Now, do you want to go back inside or . . .”

He glanced down at her stomach.

“Uh, no,” he said. “Would you, uh, like to come back to my place?”

“Why, Dr. Jackson, I thought you’d never ask!”

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