TITLE: One-Way Street

AUTHOR: SelDear

EMAIL: SelDear

STATUS: complete

CATEGORY: Vignette, Humour

SPOILERS: I strongly recommend reading: 'Two-Way Street' before this one

SEASON/SEQUEL INFO: late Season Four

SERIES: A Question of Orientation

RATING: NC-17

CONTENT WARNING: graphic sex

SUMMARY: Jack ponders his new knowledge about Daniel...in context.

DATE: 22nd May, 2002

ARCHIVED: Heliopolis, SJA

DISCLAIMER: (To the tune and rhythm of "His eyes are as green as a fresh-pickled toad..." - for my sister Louisa!)
These characters don't belong to this fic-writer,
And this line of writing don't pay;
I wish they were mine - they're really divine,
To archive, please ask me, okay?

AUTHOR'S NOTES: If you don't read 'Two-Way Street' before this, you'll get mighty confused. Or not. I had this down as a PWP until my beta reader told me it had too much plot and not enough sex. Go figure. On the other hand, she's a slash writer and she really liked this... I guess I'm doing *something* right! ::winks and grins::

******* One-Way Street *******

He loved listening to her pant under him, the little noises of erotic excitement that escaped her as their hips thrust together. He loved the press of her breasts against his chest as she arched her back, and the long slim legs that hooked themselves around his hips to draw him closer. He loved the arms that wound around his neck, fingers clutching at his sweaty skull as she came, a husky cry of his name the signal that she was sated. He loved the feel of her around him, over him; hot, wet, and tight as he orgasmed in her body and shuddered in his own.

She was gorgeous. Sexy. Beautiful. Exquisite. The litany went on and on as he emptied himself into her in rapturous pleasure, groaning her name against her neck.

And as the movement of their bodies slowed and stilled, he licked the sweat from her throat, and sighed, pleasurably drowsy, feeling her answering sigh.

"Have I ever told you you're addictive?" he murmured against her throat, and felt rather than saw her smile.

"That's the only reason you keep coming back to me?"

"I didn't want to hurt your feelings," he replied lightly, withdrawing, but refusing to move from atop her. Pinning her down on the bed beneath, he kissed her, pleased with the way she kissed him back - open mouthed and without hesitation.

He loved that she was gorgeous, way smarter than him, and had the most sensuously wicked laugh when he could elicit it from her.

And he loved that she was a woman.

Until Daniel's confession tonight, he'd never thought much about that fact. It was just the way it was.

Now...

"Why didn't you ever tell me Daniel was bisexual?"

Her eyebrows rose as she looked at him. "He told you did he?"

"Yeah," the breath hissed out of him. "Big surprise."

"Does it make a difference?"

"Not really, I guess."

"'You guess'?"

"I'm not comfortable with it, you know."

"I'm not entirely comfortable with *this*, either," she said, very gently, indicating their entwined bodies. "You don't have to be comfortable with it, Jack. You just have to accept it."

"The way you've accepted this?" He had to know. He had to be sure she wanted this.

"Yes." Her arms slid around his waist and he felt the press of her hands against his back. "The way I've accepted this. Daniel's the same person you've known for the last few years. You're just looking at him differently."

"Did you have a problem with it when you first found out?"

"A bit. It was disconcerting to find a guy who was just as likely to...uh...agree with my list of the best-looking men on the base."

"I hope I was included on that list," he muttered.

"Actually, you weren't. Commanding officers aren't supposed to be good-looking."

"So what's your defence now?" He growled.

"I think I'll go for the 'drugged' angle. But, out of duty to my fellow women, I can't let any other girls get addicted to this drug...so I'll just have to stay addicted." God, her smile was gorgeous.

"Duty to your fellow women, huh? What about the ones who admire my butt?"

He felt her hands skim down over his back to curve over his glutes, and her expression grew thoughtful as her fingers delicately explored the musculature there. Jack felt desire stir in him again and groaned softly as her caresses began exciting senses which had already gone into overload for the night. "It's a very admirable butt, Colonel," she told him, dulcetly. "It would be a shame not to let other women admire it..." The fingers of her hands cupped both cheeks at once, "But only looking, no touching."

"That's your prerogative, huh?"

"Absolutely."

A firm squeeze prompted the moan: "Carter!"

"Yes, sir?" The spurious innocence was the last straw.

"Right, that does it..." He rolled them over, listening to her laugh and thinking it was the most melodious thing in the world - thinking she was the most gorgeous woman ever made as his hands came up full of her curves.

Oh, he was *so* glad to be male.

And just as glad that the person he loved and was making love to was a woman. Sweet curves, blue eyes, sexy ass, and all.

Daniel could have his 'two-way street' and welcome to it.

There was only one way to go on Jack's street.

*** THE END ***

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