Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 belongs to a bunch of people, none of whom are aware that I exist on the face of this planet. Yet. :laughs evilly: Kidding, kidding....
Summary: It was so very right.
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It was so very right.
At first she thought she felt a little guilty because they were breaking the rules.
She never did that.
But here, in the bowels of the earth, here in the dark, the rules were far away.
It was so very right.
She’d never thought herself a temptress, but she’d realized early on that if any steps were to be taken, they would have to be hers.
So her routine maintenance checks became exploratory missions where she sought out the deepest corners.
There were an awful lot of them
Getting the blankets down had been problematic, but nothing a renowned miracle worker couldn’t handle.
It was so very right.
She had shook him awake, gently so he wouldn’t make noise, and motioned him to follow her.
He asked no questions.
But he had paused for a moment when he saw the nest she had created.
And then, still without a word, he took her in his arms.
It was so very right.
He had taken the lead then, which was fine with her, because she had completely lost her nerve.
Actually, that wasn’t entirely true.
Her nerves were fine. She could tell because of the sheer volume of impulses they were currently relaying.
His hands pulled at her uniform until it wasn’t there anymore, and she did the same for him.
And then she more or less lost track of things.
It was so very right.
His hands were like fire on her; a heat unlike anything she had ever felt before.
His mouth burned her with each feather light brush against her skin.
His weight was almost more than she could bear, but she welcomed it.
And he fit against her like they’d been cut in half, only to be reattached in secret in the depths of the night.
It was so very right.
Somehow, when her passion and response unhinged her ability to think coherently, the guilt came.
They were breaking rules.
They could both suffer for this.
But it felt like there was something more. Some other reason that she couldn’t quite remember.
It was so very right.
He moved in her, and it was like she was on the edge of her own private supernova.
Supernova?
What does a technician, a woman who has never seen the sky, need with a word like that?
Something wasn’t right.
Her name, as he moaned it into her neck, didn’t have enough syllables.
His name, as she cried out beneath him, had too many.
It was dark here, so dark that when she ran her fingers over his many, many scars, she had to tell by touch alone that there was nothing in the mines that could cause this damage.
Something wasn’t right.
His uniform, and hers aw well, had been the wrong colour.
She wasn’t usually this filthy.
God, she didn’t know how much more of him she could take.
God? There was something about that too.
It was hard to figure out, in this accumulation of sensation, what was real.
Something wasn’t right.
But as the waves of her release swept through her, she stopped thinking altogether.
This was real; despite the thoughts that wouldn’t leave her alone.
This was now; his weight on her and his arms around her left no room for doubt.
And whatever else this was, might or should be, it was right.
It was so very right.
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AN: Oddly enough, the inspiration for this story came from “I think his name is Homer”, because it struck me then how similar the SGC and the mines were, on the surface (sorry, that was inadvertent) anyway. Deep underground, full of secrets, hidden from the general populace, controlled by the government....no wonder they were so easily confused.