Lost Time by Courser (NC-17)

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Rec Category: Sam/Daniel
Pairing: Sam/Daniel
Category: Het, crossover, AU
Warning: Het
Author on LJ:shutthef_up
Author's Website:
Link: Lost Time

Why This Must Be Read:

I chose to wait until this week to rec this fic. It's just Sam and Daniel in Atlantis (sorry, no one actually from Atlantis makes an appearance). However, it does show their relationship with the Atlantis team along with each other. They meet on a balcony just trying to spend some time together. The dialogue is sharp and the characterization is almost perfect. It's just a wonderful moment that we'll probably never see on screen (even the friendship part anymore).




The wine having given her courage, Sam rested her head against Daniel’s shoulder. A few moments later, after he’d swallowed, she felt him lean his cheek against the top of her head. He turned his face into her hair and inhaled deeply.

It only took a small turn of her head to bring her lips to his. His mouth was soft, his lips warm and dry, but she felt him hold his breath. Then he responded, gently returning her kiss.

Sam wasn’t sure what she expected of him. She was mildly surprised that he didn’t pull back or offer some kind of resistance. Far from it, Daniel slid his fingers into her hair and deepened the kiss.

God, it was good. It only got better when he took another angle on it and flicked his tongue over her lips. It was more experimental than tentative or uncertain. Daniel’s way of affirming her decision. Sam knew this in spite of the fact that this was new territory for them.

They’d toyed with the possibilities over the years, the ebb and flow of their periodic flirtations passing unremarked and unexplored between them. One or both of them would eventually back away from the intimacy and they’d continue on as if it had never existed. Sam wasn’t going to back away this time, though it certainly hadn’t been premeditated on her part. This time she wasn’t going to outthink her heart.

Sam returned his gesture, tracing her tongue lightly along the small space between his lips. Daniel tasted of berries and wine, a smoky bass of coffee underlying the sweetness and he made a small sound in his throat that made Sam tighten in all the right places. He tried to make contact with her tongue, but was a moment too late, chasing it just past her lips before retreating. Sam tried the same gambit and with the same result. They continued the game for several minutes until Daniel anchored her with a hand on the nape of her neck and took her mouth by force. Defeat had never tasted this sweet.