Falling Star
Author: Orrymain
Category: Slash, Romance, Established Relationship
Pairing: Jack/Daniel ... and it's all J/D
Rating: PG-13
Season: 7 - October 23, 2003
Spoilers: None
Size: 33kb, short story
Written: August 10-19, 22, 2003 Revised: January 28, August 2,9, 2005, July 14-15,18, 2006 Revised for consistency: February 27, 2007 Revised Again: December 18, 2007
Summary: Jack speaks to Daniel in their own language of love.
Disclaimer: Usual disclaimers -- not mine, wish they were,
especially Daniel, and Jack, too, but they aren't. A gal can
dream though!
Notes:
1) Silent, unspoken thoughts by various characters are indicated with ~
in front and behind them, such as ~Where am I?~
2) Jack and Daniel sometimes say things that have double
meanings. A simple “Jack” or “What are you doing?” could mean
much more than the words spoken and could carry multiple connotations,
including feelings, desires, fears, etc. These double meanings
are noted like this: “Actual spoken words” **(double
meaning)**
3) This fic stands alone, but it does reference my other fic(s),
“Strange Things Happen”
4) Thanks to my betas who always make my fics better: Judy, Gail,
Linda, QuinGem, Claudia!
Falling Star
by Orrymain
Daniel entered the house, carrying a large backpack full of books and
notes from his dig on PCY-882. He'd been gone for two-and-a-half
very long days, and he couldn't wait to enjoy the comfort of the large
king-size bed he shared with Jack.
~I've had better homecomings,~ the man bemoaned as he shut the door
behind him.
Unfortunately, the weary archaeologist knew Jack wouldn't be
home. The Air Force colonel had a planned trip to one of those
places he couldn't reveal to do one of those things he couldn't talk
about. He'd be gone for another day-and-a-half, with no contact
allowed, not even a phone call. In fact, the lovers last
conversation had been a radio check-in on the twenty-first, shortly
after Daniel and SG-11 had gone off-world.
~If you call that a conversation,~ Daniel lamented about the
all-too-formal transmission.
Normally, when Jack was gone like this, Daniel would spend a day or two
at his apartment to keep the deception alive that they were simply best
friends and nothing more, but he missed Jack too much to do that this
time. He needed to be around Jack-things and feel the scent of
his lover in the air and in their bed. Besides, there were the
girls to think about.
“Hey, Girls,” Daniel laughed, seeing the two beautiful beagles staring
at him through the glass patio doors. Both were standing
nose-to-glass, eager to be granted admission to the interior of the
home, and both had their tails wagging so hard that Daniel was almost
afraid they'd wag them off. ~Gawd, I love them, Jack.~
Bijou's and Katie's smiles stretched from ear to ear and warmed
Daniel's heart. He opened the door, and immediately, the two
canines ran in, scrambling all around him. Daniel knelt down to
play with them awhile and was greeted with lots and lots of wet kisses,
which both tickled and made him laugh.
“I missed you, too,” Daniel said as he romped with the beagles.
====
After a while, Daniel disentangled himself from Bijou and Katie and
went upstairs, wanting to take a shower. He was still grungy and
grimy from the excavation. Usually, he showered at the SGC after
returning from a dig, but he had just wanted to be at home, so as soon
as Hammond had given him the go-ahead and forty-eight hours of
downtime, he'd packed a few things into a backpack and driven
home. He planned to review his notes and do more research on the
team's finds over the next couple of days.
The young man peeled off his clothes and entered the warmth of the
shower. At first, he just closed his eyes and let the warm spray caress
his bare back. It was soothing and calming, but he missed his
soulmate.
~I love our showers together,~ Daniel sighed, knowing that were Jack
there, the older man would be massaging his back and rubbing his
abdomen. He also knew that, ultimately, they'd end up making love
under the falling mist. ~I wish you were here.~
When he finished his shower, Daniel put on his favorite navy blue
sweats and went back downstairs. He needed a caffeine fix
desperately, so he pulled out one of his favorite Starbuck's blends and
watched the coffee pot anxiously, waiting for the brew to heat.
~I should have put this on before the shower,~ he thought,
unsuccessfully trying to stifle a yawn. ~Geez, I'm tired.~
On PCY-882, Daniel hadn't slept much. He never could when Jack
wasn't around. He was too used to sleeping on his Jack pillow.
Plus, it had been a humid planet, leaving the hardworking Daniel
feeling hot and sticky from the sweat of his labors, which only
reminded him of his favorite way of getting hot and sticky, and amazing
as it might sound to some, it wasn't from digging for artifacts on some
planet.
~This is horrible. I miss him so much. I miss ... making
love. I can feel him,~ Daniel bemoaned.
Daniel's thoughts on the subject were redundant. Everywhere he
looked, he saw his lover. Even his yawn reminded him of Jack,
either the older man yawning at one of his lectures or Daniel yawning
against Jack's warm chest.
As the archaeologist walked over to the sofa, coffee in hand, he
noticed the red light flashing on the answering machine, so he pressed
the message button.
“Hi, Daniel, it's Sam. I know the colonel is out of town for a
few days, and you're due back from ... being gone yourself. Why
don't you come over for dinner tonight, or tomorrow. Give me a
call. Love ya!”
Daniel smiled. He had missed seeing Sam on the base when he
returned from the planet since she had been in a meeting at that time.
~I'll call her later. Maybe we'll have dinner at O'Malley's
tomorrow night. Someday I'm going to beat her at pool.
Someday!~
“Hey, Jack, it's Jeff. Just checking on Bijou. Don't tell
my Mrs. She's glad the 'pests' as she calls them are gone, but
what can I say, I miss the beasts. Give Bij a sloppy one for
me. Yeah, I know, bad for that hard-nosed Air Force image of
ours, isn't it? Ciao.”
That had been Jeff Cornell, an old friend of Jack's who had transferred
to the SGC earlier in the year. He had been the original owner of
Bijou. Unfortunately for him, his wife wasn't fond of dogs, and
when Bijou became pregnant, she insisted her husband find new homes for
Bijou and her puppies.
Jack had taken Bijou and her littlest pup, gifting them to Daniel just seven weeks earlier as a belated birthday present. Still, Jeff loved Bijou and missed her a great deal. In just the last couple of weeks, he'd dropped by twice and called five times to check up on her.
Daniel laughed as he recalled the image of two Special Ops colonels
being kissed to distraction by the two dogs as they rolled on the green
grass.
“Uncle Daniel, it's Cassie ... <giggles> ... Hey, can I just call
you Daniel now? I'm getting too hold for this uncle business, don't you
think? I'm not a child anymore. I know you know that, so
would you tell Mom for me? Pleeeease. She still thinks I'm
twelve. Honestly, Unc...Daniel, just because Dominic and I stayed
out a little late the other night.
“Well, anyway, everything was fine with the dogs. Oh, but I had a
study group last night, and I'm really sorry, but I couldn't take Bijou
and Katie for their walk. I know they missed it. They gave
me puppy eyes when I left.
“You've been training them, haven't you, Un...Daniel? Jack says
you do puppy eyes better than the dogs. Anyway, see you
soon. Love you, Uncle Daniel. Oh, I really don't mind
calling you Uncle Daniel. You are my family, and I do love you.”
Daniel grinned. No one had ever told Cassandra to call him and
Jack 'Uncle', but back when the young girl had first been learning
about families on Earth, she'd needed to feel a family connection and
had asked if she could call them 'Uncle'. They'd all gotten used
to it. Cassandra wasn't a little girl anymore, either. It
certainly didn't make sense for her to keep using the term, but from
listening to the conversation, Daniel knew her conflict was simply
normal teenage rebellion and nothing to do with him; thus, the
semi-apology at the end.
~Hmm. No walk,~ Daniel thought as he looked over at the
girls. They were staring, as if they had heard Cassandra's
message about the walk. “You're going to keep looking like me
like that, aren't you?” he asked in mock resignation when he saw the
droopy eyes and begging expressions.
Two tails wagged, and the beagles eagerly ran over to the cabinet where
their leashes were kept.
“Okay, okay,” Daniel replied. He put his coffee cup on the
counter and then put on the beagles' harnesses, after which he affixed
the leashes. “Let's go,” he said as he took the gals out for
their walk.
====
Daniel always enjoyed walking the blocks of their neighborhood, and
today, he was especially enjoying the fresh air. They stopped for
a while at a nearby park. There were a few kids with their
parents playing on the swings and other equipment. Some of them
came up and petted the dogs, the beagles enjoying every second of their
pampering.
The archaeologist sat contently on a park bench for a few minutes, his
mind wandering back a week to remember of the first time he and Jack
had brought Bijou and Katie to the park, turning them loose to run and
play, just as they were now. It was a warm memory, fresh and
detailed. He sighed, his heart aching as he missed his soulmate
so very much.
====
On the way back home, Daniel saw their neighbor, Sophia Valissi,
puttering about in front of her home. He walked passed his house
to chat with her for a while. He cared for Mrs. Valissi a great
deal, and the senior citizen returned the feeling, having virtually
adopted Daniel from the first moment she'd met him years ago.
“You just look like you need loving,” Mrs. Valissi had told him not
long after they met.
The senior citizen often said Daniel reminded her of her son, Evan, who
lived in Europe, and once she learned Daniel was an orphan, she doted
over him like he was her own. In fact, whenever Daniel was gone
for any length of time, she would pester Jack about his well-being and
insist Daniel come down to see her when he got home.
Jack had apparently told Mrs. Valissi when Daniel was due back from
PCY-882, because upon seeing him, she excused herself for a moment and
then quickly returned, carrying a plate full of goodies, already
beautifully stacked on the plate.
“Daniel, it's so good to have you back,” Mrs. Valissi spoke cheerfully, her loving smile warming her features.
“Thanks, Mrs. Valissi. It's good to see you, too,” Daniel replied.
“I made these for you special, Daniel, and here's a couple of home-made
biscuits for the dogs,” the good neighbor said, handing him the plate.
“They always love these,” Daniel spoke.
“Woof!” both Bijou and Katie spoke, looking up at Mrs. Valissi.
“You're welcome,” the woman chuckled. She looked back at Daniel
and noticed he seemed a little sad. “You miss him.”
Daniel looked away. Mrs. Valissi knew about the lovers now, but
it still felt a bit odd, having someone so close to their personal
everyday existence know the truth about their love.
“Yes, I, uh, do,” the archaeologist shyly confided. “A lot.”
Mrs. Valissi responded, “He had an absolutely miserable time while you
were gone -- sulked and pouted the entire time.”
Daniel smiled and stuttered, “He ... he did?”
The good-natured woman nodded, then added, “I made sure he ate
something other than pizza.”
“Thanks. He tends to just do the junk food thing if I'm ... uh,
well ...”
Mrs. Valissi laughed, “I'm not sure which one of you is worse, the
colonel on a junk food diet, or you barely remembering to eat when he's
gone.”
“I ... eat,” Daniel replied a bit defensively, then smiled and shrugged.
“You're a darling man, Daniel. He's lucky to have you,” Mrs.
Valissi intoned softly, leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek.
“Thank you, Mrs. Valissi, and, like Jack always says, you're a peach.”
Daniel felt embarrassed by the attention Mrs. Valissi showered on him,
but she was a nice lady and had made him feel accepted in the
neighborhood from the very beginning. Actually, all of the
neighbors knew Daniel and treated him like he was a friend. He
wondered if others knew the truth about his relationship with Jack,
but, if they did, no one ever blinked or batted an eye.
The conversation concluded, Daniel headed home with Bijou and Katie in
tow.
====
Inside the house, Daniel put away the dog leashes. Bijou and
Katie both rolled up next to each other on the cedar chip-filled
beanbag that was their bed. It was always kept near the fireplace
to provide warmth for the girls. Daniel grabbed another cup of
coffee and began to sort through the accumulated mail.
There were a few bills, Jack's issue of 'Flight Journal', the usual junk mail, and a package from 'Build-a-Bear' for Jack. Daniel didn't even want to think about what might be in the box, his mind automatically going to the 'Boonie Bear' that now resided in his new den that his lover had recently surprised him with. In fact, up until a week-and-a-half ago, the 'Boonie Bear' had still been locked away in one of Jack's desk drawers in his office at the SGC.
Teal'c had bought the bear when he thought Daniel was cursed, and he needed a representation of Daniel to help purge the curse. It was a wretched memory for the archaeologist. When his nightmare had ended, he'd wanted to get rid of the bear, but his often child-like soulmate had argued.
“Danny, it reminds me of you,” Jack had pleaded in his quest to keep
'Boonie Bear' at home.
“Jack, it's me or the bear!”
Jack had gulped, then nodded as he reluctantly acquiesced, “Okay, the
bear ... goes.” ~But I won't say where it goes.~
It was a few weeks later when Daniel had walked into Jack's office at
the SGC and found his lover smiling at something.
//Flashback//
Jack was seated at his desk, looking down into his bottom drawer which
was pulled open quite a ways. When he heard his lover enter, he
quickly shut the drawer.
“Hey, Danny, what's new?” the colonel asked a bit nervously.
~Okay, he's up to something.~ Daniel crossed his arms in front of
him and tilted his head slightly as he studied the guilty face staring
at him. “What's in the drawer, Jack?”
“Drawer? What drawer?” Jack asked, trying to pretend there wasn't
even a desk in front of him.
Without saying another word, Daniel walked behind his lover's desk and
opened the drawer. His mouth opened, looking like the guppy Jack
so frequently claimed he did.
“Jack, what is that ... that ... that bear doing here?” an astonished
Daniel asked sternly.
“I ... um ... Daniel, come on. It's just a stuffed animal,” Jack
claimed innocently, smiling down at the bear. “I think he's cute.”
“Jack, I told you ...” Daniel began, trying to avoid looking at the
furry representation of himself.
“And it's not in the house, Danny. It's right here, not bothering
anyone,” Jack asserted as he pushed his lover's hands out of the way
and then secured the drawer.
“Jack!” **(You've got a lot of nerve.)**
“Daniel.” **(It's a harmless little teddy bear.)**
“Jack!” **(Don't press your luck.)**
“Daniel.” **(It reminds me of you, and I love you.)**
After Daniel sighed in defeat, Jack stood and walked over to the security equipment, turning everything off. He walked to the door, ensuring that Daniel had locked it on his way in. Then he sidled over to his lover, putting his hands around his waist.
“Ah, c'mon, Danny. How could I ever get rid of anything so cute
and cuddly that reminds me of you?”
Daniel put his arms around Jack's neck, his fingers caressing Jack's
nape, and responded, “Jack, you aren't ... doing ... anything ... with
that ... bear, are you?”
In disbelief of the comment, Jack groused, “Give me some credit,
Danny. I always liked stuffed animals as a kid, and, you have to
admit Teal'c did a great job with the accessories. Have you taken
a good look at that bear?” He opened the drawer again and pulled
out the bear, placing it on the desktop. “Notice the boonie and
the glasses,” he pointed out about the green rimmed hat and the wire
frame glasses that the tan bear wore. “You have to admit, Danny,
that Boonie bear does look a lot like you.”
“Jack, Love?”
“Yes, Angel?”
“You can keep ... Boonie here, but I swear, you ever bring that bear
home, you'll be sleeping on the couch, and if I ever, I mean *ever*
catch you doing anything ... you know with that bear, I'll ... I'll ...”
Jack smirked, “Is that a promise?”
Daniel grunted, but the sound was cut off by the lips of his lover
touching his, and soon their tongues were skating together in their
mouths.
“Let's go home, Jack.”
//End of Flashback//
Jack had locked Boonie Bear in his drawer, and the two had returned
home to a long night of passionate lovemaking. The memory made
Daniel grin. It had been a really hot night, ~a really, really
hot round of ... when we ... oh, gawd.~
Daniel was getting aroused just thinking about it, so he refocused on
the package in his hand, shaking his head.
~For your sake, Jack, this had better not be another bear.~ Of course, he had to admit that seeing 'Boonie Bear' in his den every day made him smile. With a contented sigh, the curious archaeologist stared at the delivery for another moment and then smirked, “Unless it's a colonel bear to keep 'Boonie Bear' company.~
Daniel took the package and the mail to the study, tossing the junk
items into a recycle bin.
It was getting late, and he decided he'd relax in bed. He grabbed
the backpack and lugged it up the stairs.
====
A bit later, leaning against the headboard of their bed, Daniel powered
up his laptop to input some of his written notes from the
mission. As he worked, he was disturbed by the ringing of the
telephone. Glancing at the clock, he saw it was 10 p.m. His
heart raced and pulse quickened in the hopes that it might be Jack.
“Hello?” Daniel greeted as calmly as possible, though inside, he was
quivering in anticipation of hearing that one voice that grounded him
to life.
“Hi, Daniel, it's Sam. I knew you'd be up,” the blonde greeted in
return.
Without intending to or even realizing it, Daniel let out a huge sigh
as he replied, “Oh ... hi Sam.” Daniel's voice dropped, and he
knew he sounded disappointed. ~It's not her fault she's not Jack.~
“Sorry, Daniel,” Sam spoke, hearing the sadness in her friend's
voice. “I guess you were hoping to hear from the colonel.”
“Hoping, but ... when he's gone on these things, he can't call.
Secret yadda yadda and all that,” the archaeologist sing-songed.
“I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I left you a message
earlier.”
Daniel acknowledged, “Yes, I got it. I'm sorry, Sam, I should
have called, but when I got home, the girls demanded a walk, and then I
got distracted.”
“You? ... Get distracted? Daniel, I just can't imagine that
happening,” Sam teased.
“Very funny, Sam,” Daniel responded dryly. He could still hear
the laughter through the phone. He was really going to have to
talk to Jack about his influence on SG-1's second-in-command. ~I
don't get distracted. Okay, well, maybe sometimes.~
Sam chuckled, “I'm sorry, Daniel. So, how about dinner
tomorrow?”
“Sure, sounds like fun,” Daniel agreed, truly looking forward to
spending time with Sam.
“Great!” the major exclaimed. “I'll let you try out my new meat
loaf surprise.”
“Meat loaf surprise?”
Sam laughed, “Yeah, it's meat loaf, and the surprise is to find out if
it's edible or not.”
Both Sam and Daniel laughed. Jack and Daniel were men of 'take
out', but even so, both were better chefs than Samantha Carter.
She was fluent in motorcycles, but not in cuisine, and they all knew it.
“What time is best for you, Daniel?”
Thoughtfully, he answered, “Hmm ... is later okay, maybe
seven-ish? I really need to make sure I get these notes done, and
I have some errands I need to do in the morning.”
“Sure, seven-ish is fine. What did you do tonight?” Sam inquired.
“Took Bijou and Katie for a walk, talked with ...” the archaeologist
began.
“No, Daniel, what did you have for dinner?” the woman asked pointedly.
Daniel gulped and hesitantly responded, “Dinner?”
Sam laughed loudly, “Daniel, the colonel is gonna cream your hide if he
finds out you aren't eating. I bet you didn't have much on ...
you know, either.”
Daniel looked down. It was true. He had been very busy on
the planet, and food just wasn't on the agenda. He had lived off
of bad coffee, power bars, and Twinkies that one of the members of
SG-11 sneaked through the Gate.
“He won't know unless you tell him, Sam,” Daniel pointed out.
“Daniel, the colonel *always* knows,” Sam replied. “I think he
has spies, or little video recorders everywhere.”
~Crap!~ He hated to admit it, but Daniel knew she was
right. ~But where there's a ... me, there's a way,~ he smiled
slyly. “I'll ... distract him,” he offered with an alluring tone
of voice.
“It's a good thing you can't see me right now, Daniel.”
“Why?” Daniel asked.
“Because I'm blushing just thinking about ... about you ... distracting
the colonel,” Sam chuckled embarrassingly.
Daniel blushed, hearing Sam's comment.
“Daniel, you're blushing, too, right?” the female queried.
“Ye...yes, I guess so ... but ... it'll work. Four days,
Sam. It'll be four lonnnnng days; almost five. Trust me, my
food intake will not be on Jack's priority list of topics when he gets
home,” Daniel promised.
“I believe you, Daniel.” Sam chuckled. ~All this angst
after just four days? Wow, they must have quite a ... let's stop
it there, Samantha.~
Playfully, Daniel asked, “Want me to tell you all about it?”
Sam's eyes widened, and her cheeks turned even rosier as she answered,
“Oh, no, definitely no. I ... I definitely believe you, and I
think I'll hang up now before I turn any redder than I already am.”
Daniel chuckled, “Sometimes, you're so easy, Sam. See you
tomorrow night.”
“Night, Daniel. Glad you're back. Missed you!”
“Missed you, too. Night!”
Daniel placed the phone down in the cradle and powered off the laptop.
He put it back in the backpack and did the same with the various
notebooks and books he had been referencing. He headed for the
kitchen to get something to eat.
The archaeologist chuckled as he thought about his conversation with
Sam. It had been the most overt and open one they had ever had
about his and Jack's sexual union. Sam had known about their
relationship almost from the beginning, but it tended to be avoided in
casual conversation and was usually just referred to if something
traumatic was going on. Even during dinners and social events at
their home, the lovers never held hands or did anything more than sit
by each other and maybe exchange an occasional look.
Jack and Daniel were always careful not to put either Sam or Teal'c in difficult situations. They might know about the two men, but the relationship was never flaunted in front of them. The couple figured if their teammates never witnessed anything, it would be easier on them if 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell' ever did step up and bite them in the rear.
The somewhat lonely man poured another cup a coffee, and, glancing
towards the cupboards, realized he really wasn't hungry after
all. He opened the refrigerator more out of obligation to his
soulmate than anything else. That's when he learned that Jack had
gone shopping before leaving, because all of the fruit and vegetables
were fresh.
~Thanks, Babe. That's all I need right now.~
Daniel grabbed an apple to snack on, or truth be told, just to be able
to tell Jack he had eaten something when he got home. Then he
headed back for the master bedroom, pausing briefly in the living room
to visit with his tankful of fish.
====
As Daniel entered the bedroom, he felt something warm against his foot.
“Decided you wanted company, Bijou?”
Katie was nowhere in sight, but Bijou jumped up on the bed, taking the
spot by Jack's pillow, giving Daniel a look of longing.
“You miss him, too, dontcha', Girl?”
Daniel noticed for the first time that his personal journal was still
on the nightstand where he had left it. He had written in it the
night before he left on the mission with SG-11 and had planned on
adding to it the next morning. When the call came that he was needed,
however, he ended up being in such a hurry that he didn't have time to
put it away.
The team had been scheduled to depart when Megan Williams, the assigned
specialist for their mission, had been injured in a car accident.
She'd be fine, but would be recovering for several days. The
mission couldn't be postponed, so Daniel had had to go.
Knowing Jack would be leaving later in the week, Daniel had hated
leaving. He had barely had time for a decent good-bye before
dashing off to the Mountain. As it was, he had arrived just in time to
change into his BDUs and meet SG-11 on the ramp of the Gate for their
scheduled departure.
It was unusual for Daniel to go more than a few days without writing
down his personal thoughts about their explorations and his life.
This night, he decided he'd write about his experience on PCY-882, not
the technical aspects of the mission, but the feeling of working in his
first love, archaeology, and the sensations of digging in the dirt,
discovering a relic that revealed the character of a long-forgotten
people of a world new to the Tau'ri.
Besides, Daniel needed a distraction, and writing in his journal about
PCY-882 would provide him with a bit of an escape. He hated to
sound like a broken record, but he couldn't help it.
“I miss Jack. I'm such a sap, ” Daniel sighed, reaching over to pet
Bijou a few times.
Carefully picking up his journal, Daniel sat on the bed, once again
leaning against the headboard. Bijou moved over to lay
length-wise against his leg. He opened the journal to where the
bookmark was placed and was surprised to see an envelope fall out.
Daniel looked at the light blue envelope. On the front was
written, “La Mio Bello Stella Cadente”, meaning 'my beautiful falling
star', which was something Jack sometimes called Daniel. The
tender phrase was in remembrance of their first night together as a
couple when a wish made upon a falling star had finally given them the
courage to act on their love.
Daniel brushed his fingers along the words, smiling, and then gently
opened the envelope. The note inside read:
My Dearest Love,
You know me. I'm lousy with words, and communicating gives me a
headache, even after all these years. You're so much better at
words than I am. I love you, Danny, with every fiber of my
being. I am a better person because of you. We can get
pretty sappy sometimes. I hope you know I mean every fluffy word
of it. You've turned me into a marshmallow, Love, and I'm a happier
person for it.
I hope you don't mind that I opened your journal. You're
downstairs getting your caffeine fix, oh, sorry, having your fifth cup
of coffee today, and I couldn't resist touching your journal when I
came upstairs to find my book. It's so much a part of you, Danny.
You put your heart and soul into your words, and touching them makes me
feel close to you when you aren't here, with me.
I told ya, I'm a marshmallow, for your words, your touch, your
love. I can't get enough of you, and later on tonight, I'm going
to ravish you until you can't stand it anymore, until we are both so
exhausted that we can't move.
La Mio Bello Stella Cadente, my precious Danny -- Thank you for making
my wish come true more wonderfully than I ever could have
imagined. I love you.
J.”
A single tear escaped from Daniel's eye as he held the letter to his
heart.
“I love you, too, Jack,” Daniel said aloud, as he remembered how Jack
had indeed ravished him that night until totally satiated and they'd
both fallen asleep, totally satiated in each other's arms.
Bijou placed her head on Daniel's thigh, looking up at him and causing
the teary-eyed man to smile.
“I love you, too, Bij.”
Daniel wrote for an hour in his journal, but not about archaeology and
relics as he had planned, but about his Jack and their love and about
how much his heart ached and longed for Jack's tender touch and warm
body by his side. He wrote about his heart, and the man who made
it sing with laughter and life, and, most of all, love.
Finished with writing for the moment, Daniel read Jack's note once
more, eating up every word of love it offered, engraving it to his
memory.
“Caro Mio, Jack. I love you, always,” Daniel sighed softly as he
shifted to lay down on the bed, still holding the note to his heart.
Daniel put the letter back in the envelope and picked up his journal
one more time. As he reread his writings, Jack's falling star
fell asleep and dreamed of Jack and the eternal flame that burned
forever in their hearts and souls.
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