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SG-1 Fic: Wanting
Title: Wanting
Rating: Let's go with R
Season/Spoilers: After 7, roughly around 9 or 10
Synopsis: She doesn't do this often, but she does it well.
Disclaimer - Content: Darker than my usual fic
Disclaimer - Ownership: I don't own them, people with a lot of money do.
She doesn’t do this often, but she does it well. She needs a certain release that working on reactors and super computers just doesn’t give her. Blowing the crap out of the bad guys and their resources comes close, but not close enough.
Once upon a time, she did it with the one she loved, the one who understood her all too well. That time is gone, just like her love. Now, she takes what she can get when she can get it. It’s not pretty, it’s not light, and it definitely doesn’t fit the so-called “Mary Poppins” persona everyone seems to think hangs around her.
It’s just the way she likes it.
Love isn’t pretty. She learned that watching her friends die horrible deaths of pain and misery. It was ripped away from her too many times for her to care about it any more. She knows what she seeks now is not love, but pleasure, release, control. She also knows she’s going to get it. She always does.
She slams back the last of her drink, feeling the slight burn warm its way down her throat and into her belly. Turning, she surveys the crowd, weighs her options. The corner of her lip turns up as she notices the similarities to the marketplace on P4X-891: Anything you want, and at a very reasonable price. She remembers discussing the moral and social implications of that planet with Daniel, but fuck if she cares about that now.
She smoothes her hands over the fabric of her jeans as she spots her quarry for the night. She would have worn leather, it’s comfortable and expresses the side of her she’s letting run free tonight, but it’s just a bit too obvious. No, tonight it’s tight denim and loose linen over silk: professional and casual, sexy and removable.
She makes eye contact with her prey, taking the answering smirk and raised eyebrow as invitation. They seem like a nice couple, just looking for a bit of fun and adventure. She’s got that in spades. If it doesn’t work out, or she doesn’t like what they are offering, there’s plenty of other options in the packed bar tonight. She looks them up and down, watching them preen, and is fairly certain she will have no objections.
She orders another drink and saunters across the room towards her goal, casually weaving through the crowd. So close, and a warm arm snakes around her waist.
Her captor leans in, his breath hot against her ear. “Good choice,” Daniel whispers approvingly. He lingers for just a moment before disappearing back into the masses, finger tips trailing across her back before fading away.
She smiles into her drink as she begins the preliminaries with her quarry. Her brother in arms is probably the only person on this earth that truly understands her. He’s felt the pain, the losses just as sharply as she has; knows what she’s been through and recognizes what she needs to get through the rest this horrid universe has to offer.
He’s just as fucked up as she is.
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