The Art of Seduction

Dear Diary,

I was sent this interesting article it says the art of seduction, so what is the art of seduction??
Yes you didn't read me wrong seduction as in the act of winning the love or sexual favor of someone... Sound so kinky yah.. hahaha

Men. They can be a real mystery. Follow these tips and you, too, can be an expert in the art of seducing a man.

Steps

1. Get your confidence up. This can mean doing things such as getting a new haircut, new clothes, losing weight, or just reminding yourself of your great qualities. You need to believe the man will like you before you can make a move.
   
2. Be flirt with your target. Nothing too suggestive; just let him know that you're interested, possibly by glancing or winking at him.
   
3. Invite him to a private place when the time seems right. Go somewhere you can be alone and talk.
   Make eye contact with your target. The eyes are said to be windows to the soul, and you want to make sure he knows you're trying to get inside his soul.
   
4. Mirror his body language to show you like him.
   
5. Touch him, perhaps on the hand or wrist. This will subtly demonstrate that you are interested.
   
6. Talk to him,and let him know you like him. Guys like to hear that they are wanted just as much as girls do.
   
7. Offer him a massage to help build physical contact.
   
8. Kiss him when you feel it is appropriate, and take it from there.
   

Using your eyes

Yes... Use those big dreamy sexy eyes of yours

Using your lips


Revealing a little flash


Using your tongue

haha.. Ok.. You guys going to nag at me for posting such turn off gifs hahah... Ok.. Something to turn you back on.. a nice article I read... So here goes:

Janet Fraiser sighed as she heard familiar voices enter the infirmary. Raising her head, she was not surprised to see Daniel being led by Jack over to his usual bed.

"Okay, what happened now?"

Her voice was matter of fact, not extremely worried because SG-1 hadn't returned from a mission- they were actually ondown timee for a few days. More than likely it was a typical Daniel injury- caused as usual by his not paying attention to something.

"Sorry, Doc, but he cut his finger on one of his rocks and it won't stop bleeding." Jack O Neill's voice was wry, but she knew him well enough to read the concern behind his gaze. Especially since it involved his teammate and best friend.

"Let me see what you did now, Daniel." Her slight smile faltered a moment as she stepped in front of him, suddenly able to feel the heat of his body so close. Forcing her mind back into doctor mode, she reached for his hand, wincing at the blood seeping through the bandage someone had obviously wrapped around it.

"I didn't mean to, Janet, I just grabbed the pottery shard and it sliced me, am I gonna need stitches?"

She couldn't help but smile as she unwrapped the gauze and looked at the wound. It looked deep and nasty, running directly across the tip of Yap finger. Yep, he was going to need stitches.

"I think three or four stitches should do it."

His groan echoed through the infirmary as she motioned for a nurse to bring a suture kit. She tuned out Jack's good-natured bantering about Daniel and his ability to get hurt while doing the simplest things. While she began to disinfect the wound, she took the time to study the man before her, while his gaze was on Jack.

The dirty blonde, slightly shaggy haircut framed his face in a very appealing way. His glasses were perched on the bridge of his nose, making him look like the adorable, absent-minded scholar he was. She had to fight the urge to reach out and push the glasses up for him- until she realized he always looked so cute when he did it himself.

"Something wrong with my nose, Janet?"

She jumped at his voice, which to her already jumpy mind sounded deeper than normal. Turning her gaze to his, she found him staring at her with a mixture of amusement- and something else she was afraid to name. She couldn't deny the strange shiver that slid down her spine as Daniel looked deep into her eyes- and did her best not to blush.

"No, Daniel," she answered primly, knowing it would be best to lower her gaze and pretend interest in her perusal of his wound. But something compelled her gaze to remain on his face, fascinated by the way the fluorescent lights of the infirmary at night painted shadows on his gorgeous cheekbones and strong jaw. For some reason, tonight, the usually calm and sensible Doctor Daniel Jackson looked mysterious and, well, sensual.

She couldn't deny that over the past few years, she had found herself taking a more than platonic interest in the focused arwouldn'togist. Who wouldn't? He was one of the handsomest men she had ever seen, and she knew half of the SGC, not to mention the people they met from other worlds, thought him drop dead gorgeous and off the charts sexy. She was no exception.

Of course, she had never done anything, considering he was still in love with Sharon. Even after her death, she knew he would be grieving for a while- figuring the time was not right to make a move. Over the past year however, especially after his return from ascension- she had found herself wondering more and more if he could ever see her as more than his doctor and good friend.

"Janet, you are sure nothing's wrong?"

She jumped as the husky voice suddenly penetrated the haze she'd been in, swallowing hard as her gaze again focused on his face, noting a strange look in those deep blue eyes. Where the hell was that nurse with the suture kit? This was getting a bit too intense.

The need to say something, anything, filled her mind- but something else was keeping her silent, her gaze locked with his as she watched him closely. Funny, she'd known Daniel to have an open expression, clearly reflecting what he felt. But tonight, she could not read anything on his features- and it both frightened and thrilled her.

"Doctor Fraiser, here is the suture kit you asked for."

She jumped, jerking her gaze from his as the nurse handed her a small packet. With a quick thank you, she set about her task of stitching up his finger, all the while keeping her gaze focused on his hand. But her body kept reminding itself that she was standing between the legs of one very sexy archaeologist. She breathed a sigh of relief when she was finished.

"There you go, all done. Keep it bandaged for a few days, then band-aids and antibiotic cream. We'll take them out in about a week-"

"But it hurts, Janet, can't you give me something to make it feel better?"

Frowning, she motioned to the nurse again, scribbling something on a pad.

"Please get me a two weeks supply of this- its for Dr. Jackson." She took a deep breath before turning back to Daniel, catching her breath at the look in his eyes.

"I can think of something a lot sweeter and much quicker, to make my finger feel better."

Her eyebrow rose at his words, the look in his eyes making her swallow hard. His normally serene blue eyes were blazing with unmistakable desire and she had no problem imagining what he wanted. Her lips suddenly felt too dry, and she unconsciously licked them, watching in surprise as something seemed to spark in Daniel's eyes at the move.

Before she could do more than gasp, she found herself wrapped tightly in a pair of strong arms, her lips crushed against his. The feeling was like nothing she'd ever felt before, bolts of fire and ice coursing through her body as she opened her mouth to meet his probing tongue. She couldn't help the low moan that emerged from the back of her throat as she felt the long, sensual fingers she'd admired from afar, press against her spine, pulling her body closer, pressing her breasts tightly to his chest.

The need for air seemed to escape her as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him tighter to her, deepening the kiss as she felt his heart pounding against her chest. She lost all awareness of the room around them- along with the worry of what her staff would say at such a display. Nothing mattered but the man in her arms, kissing her like there was no tomorrow.

She moaned low in her throat again as she felt those talented fingers slip to the fastenings of her lab coat, pushing the material open far enough to cup her breasts in his hands. She instinctively arched into him as sensations shot through her at the touch, even through the thin shirt she wore. Her lips never broke contact with his as her hands too roamed lower, learning the curves and bumps of his spine and the firm muscle beneath, cursing the fact that his clothing seemed so thick and heavy.

She gasped as she suddenly felt him shift on the edge of the bed, pulling her closer and pushing his leg between her thighs, the hard evidence of his desire now pressed exactly where she'd dreamt of for too many nights to count. With a small whimper she arched against him, delighting in the low groan that tore from his throat. She felt an immense satisfaction at the sound, amazed that she, Janet Fraiser, had been able to bring this man to such a state.

She moaned again as he arched hard against her, eyes flying open, wanting to see what he looked like in the throes of passion-

Only to find herself staring at the rather unattractive walls of her small office at the SGC.

She felt an immediate, aching sense of loss, her body teetering on the familiar edge she'd found herself on far too many nights of late. Breathing hard, feeling the desire still pooling between her thighs, she managed to slip from the chair and over to the water cooler near the door, gulping down some of the cool liquid, then resting her head against the wall.

Only a dream- albeit the most erotic dream she'd ever had. And she'd had quite a few over the past few years. Each and every one involving the unavailable- until recently- Doctor Jackson. And the dreams had only grown stronger since he had -ascended several months ago.

She sighed, forcing her body to calm as she realized that she still had work to do. Not to mention SG-1 was, if she remembered right, scheduled to return from P3X-765 within a few hours. Which more than likely meant someone, probably Daniel, would have some type of injury. Which meant she have to treat him, while trying not to remember her all too vivid dream of kissing him senseless.

The ache the thought sent through her body was both pleasant and annoying. She tried to tell herself it was simply the result of not having had sex in quite a long time. Surely she was frustrated, and she would fixate on someone, anyone, to rid herself of that frustration.

But why Daniel? Why did she have to find herself desiring the one man who more than likely would not want another relationship- not after his track record so far? Not to mention he probably only thought of her as his doctor- he'd certainly never indicated he felt anything else- not that she'd have expected him to. After all, she was simply "Doc Fraiser", good friend and confidant to the SGC's flagship team.

Was she that desperate for sex?

The questions kept pounding through her head, making her dizzy and more frustrated at the same time. Moving back to her desk, she tried to focus on the paperwork involving SG-8's bout with a strange rash brought back from a wilderness planet. But within a few moments, she realized that her concentration was completely shot.

All she could seem to focus on was imagining what a naked Daniel would feel like pressed against her, running his lips over places on her body that had been without stimulation from a source other than her hands- for far too long.

The thought sent a thrill down her spine as she imagined what the mild mannered archaeologist would do if she suddenly walked into his quarters and proceeded to seduce him beyond reason. Probably stammer and stutter about it "not being a good idea" leaving her thoroughly embarrassed.

Then again, she could possibly call to mind some of the various "techniques" she'd learned over the past few years- and seduce all thought and reason from his luscious body. Though her sexual encounters had been few and far between after her ex-husband and the advent of Cassie in her life- there had been one memorable two weeks- with Doug. And the things he'd taught her- well, the memories of the feelings those techniques had evoked were enough to seriously heat her thoughts with very little effort.

She wondered if those 'tricks' would work on Daniel.

She wondered if he would even be interested. Wondered if she could make him interested.

The ache in her body seemed to grow stronger at the thought, her center becoming wet again at the image of Daniel, helpless against her seduction, at the thought of driving the staid and in control archaeologist wild with desire- simply with a touch here and a lick there, the image of him moving above her, his breathing harsh, his husky voice whispering didn'tic words in her ear.

She groaned, realizing that if she didn't do something about this desire- it would slowly drive her mad. It would also provide a distraction she could not afford when dealing with the often potentially deadly maladies of the SGC teams.

And she had to admit, the thrill of trying to seduce him had woven its own spell over her. She could only imagine what it would take to bring Daniel to his knees.

Preferably with her between them.

She groaned again, pushing herself away from the desk, whimpering as her arousal rose a notch, as her thighs rubbed together. Thankfully, her thoughts were interrupted by the loud claxons and alarms that suddenly went off around her.

"Great, SG-1 must be returning early. Which means something went wrong."

Almost without thinking, trying not to picture the casualties that could have befallen her friends, she grabbed her stethoscope and headed for the gateroom.

~*~*~*~*~

An hour later, Janet found herself sinking gratefully into her desk chair once again. SG-1 had indeed returned early- although thankfully, suffering from nothing more than a few bruises and scrapes from a rough entry through the Stargate. That tended to happen when being chased by Goald warriors.

Still, Daniel had arrived in the infirmary sporting a cut finger, sending her mind immediately back into the fantasy she'd spun only a few hours earlier. It had taken all her concentration not to act out her dream and pull him into a kiss as she'd stitched up his finger.

Thankfully, she'd kept her control and bandaged him up without ravishing him. Although she had departed quickly, unable to trust her control if she remained in his presence much longer. She thought it was wishful thinking on her part that she'd imagined his gaze lingering a little longer on her as she'd worked. Probably a side effect of his presence in her nightly dreams.

A knock on her door startled her from her thoughts and her heart began to race as she looked up to find the very object of her fantasies standing in the doorway.

"Daniel? Everything okay?"

She swallowed hard, as he nodded, stepping into the room, which suddenly seemed even smaller than normal. Hoping her blush was not obvious she rose and offered a tentative smile, wondering what he was doing here if he was feeling fine.

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

His words surprised her and she found herself fighting another blush. Looking at him curiously, she found her eyes ensnared with his.

"I'm fine, why do you ask?"

She watched as his gaze locked on hers with none of the hesitancy that was usually present when addressing her.

"You just seemed, rather, well, distracted while you were fixing me up, and I wondered if things were okay? You know, with Cassie and all?"

Feeling embarrassed he'd noticed her "distraction" but thankful he hadn't figured out the real reason behind it- she shrugged.

"I'm just tired, I haven't been sleeping too well lately. It must be catching up with me."

The amused look in his eyes took her breath away and she found herself unconsciously fidgeting in place as she looked up at him.

"Bad dreams?"

She knew she wasn't imagining the seductive tone to the words- and her heart began pounding a little harder as she tried to figure out what was going on.

"Not really." It was a vague answer and she hoped he'd leave it at that. His next words however told her he wasn't giving up that easily.

"Good dreams then?"

She knew she hadn't hidden her blush this time, although she decided that if he was willing to play, it was only fair she join in as well. She wasn't sure about this Daniel, but she was not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"Actually, yes. Makes it kind of hard to sleep- at least, not a very relaxing sleep."

The look in his eyes took her breath away as he leaned closer. Her breath caught as his lips came within a hairsbreadth of hers- his breath coming in warm pants across her face.

"Well, if you need some help- relaxing- I'd be happy to offer my services."

Her mind went blank for a moment, wondering if he really meant what she thought he did. The urge to lean up and capture his lips was nearly overpowering and she felt herself leaning forward- when the reality of the situation hit. Quickly trying to regain her composure, she stepped back, avoiding his eyes as she returned to her desk.

"Thanks, but I think it's something I have to work through myself."

His low laugh sent a tingle down her spine.

"Well, the offer still stands. You know where to find me- if you need me."

With that, he turned and walked out, leaving her staring open mouthed after him. For what might have been hours, but in reality were probably only minutes, she stood there, wondering what had just happened. She quickly pinched herself, wondering if this was another dream. didn'ting the pain radiate down her arm, she sank into her chair, trying to puzzle out the situation.

If she didn't know bette didn't he suspected one of the SGC's most sought after males had just propositioned her. But she did know better, didn't she? And how could he have picked up on her fluctuating emotions? She thought she'd done a pretty good job of hiding them. Had she been wrong?

The thoughts continued to nag at her as she finished her day's work, noting it was now well past 9pm. Cassie was spending the night with a friend, so there was no rush to head home- which meant her mind immediately went to Daniel's offer of earlier.

The more she thought about it, the more certain she was he had only been teasing her. After all, he hadn't seemed interested in her before today, what could have changed his mind? Maybe it had been a joke? Something he and Jack had cooked up after a discussion over the fact that she had no love life? Comments that Sam had been making more frequently now that she and Jack had quietly decided to act on their own feelings, keeping it well out of work.

A sense of annoyance and anger built inside her, not the least of which was fueled by hurt that Daniel's little action earlier might have been a joke. So they thought it was fun to tease the poor, pathetic Doctor with no love life, did they?

She knew she wasn't thinking rationally at the moment, but her fluctuating emotions were making her less cautious than usual. It might have been intended as a joke, but she'd be damned if she treated it like one! Even if he'd only been joking, there had been- something- a spark maybe- when he'd confronted her earlier. All she had to do was call his bluff- and perhaps she could kill two birds with one stone.

Getting Daniel Jackson all hot and bothered- then leaving him high and dry to wallow in a mess of his own making. It was only fitting since images of him had been haunting her nightly. Might as well give him something to haunt his dreams as well.

Dropping her lab coat on her chair, she walked over to the small bathroom and looked in the mirror. Removing the pins from her hair, she let it fall to her shoulders, the waves framing her face and giving her a much more feminine look. A quick pinch of her cheeks gave her some color and a coating of lip gloss made her lips shine.

She was glad she'd worn a clingy sweater underneath her lab coat- that went nicely with her black skirt that was a little shorter than normal. Unbuttoning several of the buttons at the collar of her sweater, she was pleased to note it revealed a little more skin than normal- accenting the swell of her breasts. With a truly wicked smile, she slipped her pantyhose off, enjoying the way her bare thighs rubbed together, heightening the arousal that had been growing all day.

Oh she was evil- and Didn't l was going to have no idea what had hit him. The only problem would be controlling her own base desires- not that she didn't intend to indulge in them wholeheartedly.

Grabbing her purse, she locked her office and made her way to Daniel's quarters. Taking a deep breath, she mustered her courage and knocked.

"Daniel, you in there?"

She heard shuffling before the door was opened and a rather distracted looking archaeologist appeared on the other side.

"Janet! Come in, what time is it?"

She felt her heart weaken at his disheveled look- noting he had been involved in his artifacts as he hurried back to them.

"After 9- and what are you still doing here?"

His sheepish look made her heart soften a little more- even as it stirred something inside her body.

"These artifacts, they're just so fascinating! I got started deciphering them and, well, I kind of lost track of time." His excitement made his eyes light up even as he gestured with his arms- showcasing the fine musculature he'd built up from constant workouts with Jack. She licked her lips as she moved closer, figuring this might be easier than she'd thought.

"Really, what have you found out?"

She moved directly behind him, taking the opportunity to lean over his shoulder, making sure to press her breasts against his back as she settled her hands on his shoulders. His sharp intake of breath brought a smile to her face as she tried to ignore the answering heat in her own body.

"Um- actually- this language is a slight variation of ancient Egyptian- um, Janet?"

"Hummm," she purred against his ear as she tried to control her racing heart, using the move to allow her lips to brush lightly over the shell of his ear.

"What, um, what are you doing?" His voice was hoarse and she could feel his shoulders tense against her- a pulse beating strongly at his neck as he swallowed hard.

"Seducing you," she replied in a breathy voice, watching as his eyes went dark.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Daniel Jackson had started today in a foul mood.

A bout with his allergies had kept him awake all night on the all too pollinated planet SG-1 had been exploring. Sam was so immersed in her soil samples that she wasn't really paying attention to his suffering and Jack, well, Jack was Jack and oblivious to all but securing their overnight camp. Tealc had spent most of the time scouting the area for Jaffa- a lucky break since he'd seen the troops coming well before they'd achieved what was obviously hoped to be a surprise attack.

Aside from the sniffing and sneezing, his sleep had also been interrupted by rather heated images of Janet- doing unspeakable things to his body. What frustrated him even more was that these images were becoming a nightly occurrence.

He wasn't sure when his views of Janet had started changing from friendship to something more. He'd spent so long mourning Sharon and his former life- it felt almost like a guilty pleasure to imagine himself with anyone else. However, right before his ascension he'd found himself noting things about Janet that he hadn't before.

He'd always thought her an attractive woman, but until recently he hadn't realized how lovely her eyes were, or how trim her figure, hidden most times by her lab coat, but the lush curves hinted at here and there. Her hair, when not pinned up in her practical bun fell in waves to her shoulders, a sight he found himself enjoying the few times she let it down- usually for off base get togethers with their SG-1 family.

Right before he had been 'called u' he finally mustered up the courage to think about asking her out to dinner. He's done a lot of soul searching and realized that while Sharon would always be a part of his past, he hoped Janet might help him make a future. He's almost managed to ask her out- when Oma had come calling.

When he'd returned, he'd spent the first few months getting used to life with his family again- including Janet. That meant putting his feelings for her, which were still quite obviously present, on hold while he settled back into life. But recently, his dreams had been filled with images of Janet, writhing in pleasure underneath him, crying out his name as he pushed them both over the edge of ecstasy and into pure sensation.

Yes, it had been a long time since he'd had sex, but he knew it was more than that he wanted from Janet. While thoughts of her luscious body were enough to drive him mad in his dreams, he also found himself craving her smiles and her conversation. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed it while away.

Still, the question now became how to feel her out about the situation. She hadn't been acting any different sididn'this return, although he had noticed she seemed a little more flustered than normal during his post-mission physicals.

Today, especially she'd seemed distracted. It didn't help that Jack had been teasing him about his 'crush' on the 'good Doctor' before they'd entered the infirmary. Not to mention planting a few seeds that seemed to imply Janet might be similarly inclined- seeds the flowered under Sam's knowing looks.

It was what had led him to her office, and the conversation that had even surprised him. He normally wasn't so forward with women- not that he'd had a lot of practice. But seeing her there, her cheeks flushed and a few wisps of hair falling around her face, something primitive had taken over. He'd wanted nothing more than to capture her lips as she'd looked up at him, but a part of him he'd never revealed to anyone wanted to tease as well.

It was a strange, yet powerful feeling- and he found himself regretting not taking up what he'd been pretty positive Janet might have been offering with her look. He was no fool, he'd known she wanted to kiss him as well. He hadn't been able to stop himself from taunting her about being 'Available' if she needed him, fascinated to learn that she too had been having disturbing 'good' dreams. He wondered if they were about him- a feeling of elation sweeping through him at the thought. It was only fair that if he were haunted by these dreams, she should be too.

And the dreams were only getting more heated.

Every night it seemed he awoke in a sweat, his body aroused to almost the point of pain, images of her lips and tongue working over his body, making him writhe in a passion he'd only ever dreamt. The feel of her smooth skin, her nipples peaked and hard as he teased them with his teeth and tongue as she arched against him with small whimpers of delight. The feel of her own curious fingers stroking his desire, the image of her lips wrapped around him as she gazed deeply into his eyes, heightening the pleasure tenfold.

The imagined sound of her hoarse voice crying out his name in passion as he lost himself in her tight, moist depths.

The dreams were beginning to drive him mad, especially when he awoke, unfulfilled and seriously contemplating what she might do if he simply walked into her office and took her as he'd so often imagined.

He found himself dragged out of his fantasies by a rapping on his door. Hearing her soft voice outside, his body immediately hardened. Flustered at being caught off guard, he managed to open the door, inviting her in as he quickly moved back to his desk, hoping she hadn't noticed the state of his arousal.

When he was seated, he found himself unable to do more than stare. Her sweater was unbuttoned, revealing a hint of the cleavage she usually hid beneath her lab coat. Her short skirt showed off her shapely legs, remarkably long for such a short woman. And if he wasn't mistaken, those luscious legs were bare.

He swallowed hard, feeling the temperature rise around him- although he wondered if it was internally. He stuttered over his words, making some excuse about being caught up with work when she pointed out how late it was. His brain was still trying to recover from the meltdown it seemed to be having at seeing her looking like she did in his dreams.

His breath caught as he felt her move behind his chair, placing her hands lightly on his shoulders as she leaned over him to observe the tablets spread out on the desk before him. The move allowed him to feel the curve of her breasts as she pressed herself against him, deliberately, he was begdidn'tng to suspect.

Still, his words were hesitant, unwilling even to himself, to believe what seemed to be happening.

"What, um, what are you doing?" He knew his voice was hoarse, but he didn't care. His mind was fast shutting down to everything but the sensation of Janet Fraiser plastered against his back.

"Seducing you."

He hadn't heard her right. He couldn't have. But if the look of sensual delight on her face was anything to go by, he had.

A grin slowly broke over his face as a bolt of desire slammed into his system.

Maybe this day would end better than it had begun.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Janet found herself trying to remember to breathe as she watched the expressions pass over Daniel's face at her bold words. Normally she would have been embarrassed as hell at being so forward, but right now, she found herself immersed in the emotion she could read in his blue eyes.

Desire.

Daniel Jackson wanted her.

The knowledge sent a bolt of arousal, as well as satisfaction coursing down her spine. This might not be as difficult as she'd thought.

Although the trick now was to seduce him before either of them came to their senses. Smiling, she slid around until she was in front of him, noting he parted his legs to allow her to stand between them. She reached out and ran her fingertip gently down the sleeve of his shirt- delighting in the way his body went taut at her touch, his eyes becoming unreadable. Growing bolder, she reached up with her other hand and brushed it across his chin, shivering at the feel of his warm skin with just the slightest hint of stubble.

"Janet."

His raspy voice brought her mind back to the task at hand as she focused on his eyes again. His expression was filled with desire but also wariness- but so far, he had made no move to remove her fingers as they caressed their way along his chin and down the curve of his neck. She thrilled to the pulse in his throat beating rapidly, and smiled at him.

"Yes Doctor?" she husked back, allowing her fingers to edge dangerously close to his lips, feeling the soft pants of breath against her fingers. When he did not immediately answer, she allowed her fingers to brush across his lips, enjoying the soft fullness of them.

She continued her light caress, learning the feel and texture of him, never taking her eyes off his face. She felt her body temperature rise as little prickles of desire flooded over her.

But she needed more. And since she was determined to be the seducer tonight, she might as well jump in head first. Smiling in what she hoped was a sexy manner, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his face down to hers.

"Relax, you might learn something," she whispered throatily. Amazed at her boldness, she pressed her lips against his.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Daniel knew he should do something, anything to stop her. But he remained frozen at the sensation of her sweet lips. For a moment, he tried to ignore their silken smoothness and the quick dart of her tongue as she teased him unmercifully. He knew this should be wrong- they were colleagues and friends- but nothing, not even his kisses with Sharon- had ever felt so right!

Without realizing what he was doing, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against him as he opened his lips to allow her tongue inside. Her soft moan as their tongues met gave him the courage to tighten his arms as he finally allowed himself to kiss her back.

Her lips were so soft, her tongue deliciously wicked as it tangled with his. Her soft curves melded against his, almost as if she were meant to fit him perfectly. He couldn't hold back a moan of his own as he felt her fingers tangle in the hair at his nape, her nails scraping gently along the sensitive flesh at the back of his neck.

This was as close to heaven as he'd ever been, and probably ever would be in his life.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The kiss went on and on, growing deeper and hotter with each second that passed.

Janet was shocked at the blazing desire now running through her body, sensitizing her every nerve. She hadn't expected to feel this much passion for her him- although it really didn't surprise her. She had always known she was a passionate person, but the nature of her job had forced her to keep it well hidden. But tonight, she was more than willing to allow her emotions to rule her. And from the hardness pressing insistently against her leg, she had a feeling Daniel was in complete agreement.

She paid no heed to the thought that she was doing this to punish him for a believed joke. All rational thought had fled the moment his lips touched hers. She moaned in regret as he suddenly dragged his mouth from hers, whimpering at the loss of contact as her arms tightened around his neck.

Daniel was breathing hard, amazed at the desire this woman had sparked in him. Yes, it had been a while since he'd been with a woman, but still, no one in his recent memory had been able to turn him on with nothing more than a kiss.

But what a kiss!

He could see the frustration in her eyes, knew she was wondering why he'd pulled back, wondering himself as he watched her try to catch her breath, her chest heaving prettily, her soft sweater pulled tightly across her chest- her nipples visible as tight little peaks against the material. Her eyes were wild with desire, her lips swollen with passion as she panted against him.

"Janet, we need to talk-"

She cut him off by pulling his head back down to her lips.

Janet knew that if they stopped to talk, she'd lose any and all of the nerve she'd built up. Not to mention her body was liquid with a desire that needed to be appeased- now- tonight. Without giving him a chance to speak, she reluctantly pulled herself away from him, seeing his sigh, of relief or regret she couldn't tell.

Refusing to lower her gaze, she slid her hands to the hem of her sweater, pulling it up and off her body with a quick, efficient motion. The move left her upper body clad in nothing more than a black lace half-bra- which she knew pleased him by the way his eyes widened and from the low moan he emitted as his gaze focused on her chest. Reaching out, she tilted his chin until his eyes were once again focused on her face.

"Daniel, do you have any idea what you do to me? Both in reality and my dreams?" She felt a wave of desire swamp her as he started at her whispered words. She reveled in the way his eyes darkened as she let her hand wander along the curve of her neck and down to the swell of her breasts. She smiled in triumph as she saw his eyes widen, obviously realizing her intentions.

Gazing at him with a look she hoped he'd find sensual, she cupped her breast lightly in her hand, shivering as she brushed her fingers over the nipple, hard and peaked, even through the lace of her bra. She couldn't stop a small moan as sensation shot through her already over stimulated body. Her eyes closed for a moment in bliss as she similarly cupped her other breast, and let her fingers dance over the already hardened nipple, applying pressure, feeling sensations shoot through her body like wildfire. Eyes still closed, she allowed one hand to slide over her stomach and to the waistband of her skirt. With a quick pull, the zipper was undone and her skirt was soon a puddle on the floor.

She moaned as she brushed her fingers over the thin piece of lace covering her mound. She moaned again as she pressed lightly against her small nub through the thin material, the sensation nearly causing her to double over in pleasure.

She cried out as she suddenly felt strong arms grab her around the waist and haul her against a firm body. Her cries were then stifled by his lips, bruising and hard on hers, finally kissing her like she'd dreamed about for weeks.

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He'd tried.

He really, truly had tried to resist her- for all of a few seconds. Then he'd given his baser instincts free reign as he'd watched her strip for him.

His body felt like it had turned to stone as he watched her run her hands over her breasts, and then slide down between her legs. The sight of Janet Fraiser obviously pleasuring herself, and enjoying it, was the final straw.

Before he even realized he'd moved, he had her locked in his arms, his mouth crushing hers as she hungrily returned his kiss. He molded her body to his again, thrusting his leg between her thighs, groaning as he felt her wetness even through his pants.

"Janet," he growled as he felt her hands slide down to cup his backside, pulling his hips even tighter against hers.

"Daniel, please-" she moaned, uncaring of how wanton she sounded, knowing only that she needed to feel his naked skin against hers. Nearly ripping his shirt in her haste, she yanked it over his head, glad to feel him helping her divest him of the encumbering material. Their hands together also made quick work of his pants.

She moaned again as she realized that Daniel was now clad only in a pair of black silk boxers- with his rock hard desire pressing insistently against her leg.

Daniel groaned low in his throat as he felt her arch against him, moving so her weeping center was rubbing directly against his hardness. Even through the thin material, he could feel how hot she was. She was burning up for him, and that knowledge only served to heighten his desire.

He had to have her- now- tonight. He had never wanted a woman as much as he wanted the one in his arms. And since she seemed to feel the same, he wasn't going to second-guess himself any more.

"Janet, I want you," he managed as he allowed his lips to slide across her neck, kissing and nipping a path over her collarbone and down to the curve of her breasts. "Let's move this some place more comfortable," he tried, surprised when she pulled back and shook her head.

"No, I want you to take me right here, right now Daniel," she whispered in a throaty voice, pulling herself reluctantly from his arms and sliding back so she was perched on the edge of his desk. She smiled as his eyes widened in lust at what she was suggesting. She loved the way he looked, breathing hard, nearly naked, eyes filled with lust and desire. She wanted nothing more than to see him finally lose control. And she knew just what it would take for that to happen.

"You can't tell me you haven't thought about it, can you?" she whispered, leaning back until she was spread out on the table, her thighs parted shamelessly. "Having me, naked, right here taking me quick and hard, making me scream your name in ecstasy- hoping no one can hear?" she husked, feeling her body go liquid at the way his body tensed and his eyes flamed.

"Make MY fantasy, my nightly dreams, a reality, Daniel. I want you, right here, right now," she repeated, holding out one arm, allowing her hand to brush down the length of her body again.

Daniel knew he was lost the instant she started whispering his darkest fantasies to him. How could she have known the number of times he'd pictured exactly what she'd just described, what she was now offering him? The sight of her, stretched out wantonly across his desk was right out of his darkest dreams and there was no way he could resist her. He didn't even want to try. She'd set out to seduce him and she'd damn well succeeded.

With a low growl, he was on her, pressing his body against hers, pushing her back against the cold metal of the desk. He saw her eyes flame with passion and triumph as she wrapped her legs around his waist, thrusting her hips up to his, begging him to take her with broken words and frantic touches.

He buried his head against her breasts, making short work of her bra- taking one hardened nipple deep into his mouth, nipping it with his teeth then soothing the sting with his tongue. One hand stroked and pulled at her other breast, giving it the same attention his mouth was paying its twin. His other hand slid over her stomach, enjoying the way the soft silk of her skin felt against his fingers. But he was in search of another, softer place.

Her cry of pleasure echoed through his office as his fingers finally slid between her legs. He was past the point of patience as he pushed aside the thin material covering her mound and slipped two fingers deep inside her. She was so wet, so hot, for him. It staggered him to know she wanted him so desperately. He experimented with strokes, long and hard, then short and swift, learning what made her gasp and what made her scream. Finding a particularly sensitive spot, he twisted his fingers inside her, feeling his own desire ache unbearably as she shrieked and clenched her muscles tightly around his fingers.

He was so involved in watching her pleasure that it came as a complete shock to suddenly feel her hand grasping him.

Janet was lost in a sensual ecstasy she'd never before known. None of her previous experiences compared to what she was feeling now, with Daniel panting above her, his mouth teasing her breasts, his fingers moving deep inside her.

But it wasn't enough. She needed to feel him, to know she could bring him to the writhing state of ecstasy he'd helped her achieve. Knowing he was distracted by her pleasure, she took the opportunity to slide her hand between them, hearing his harsh gasp as she finally closed her fingers around him.

She stroked him lightly through the material of his boxers, delighted with the way he cried her name and pushed himself into her hand. Bringing her other hand into play, she used both to quickly push his boxers down his legs, moaning in delight as she finally held him, full and hard and pulsing in her hand.

Daniel knew he'd never felt anything quite like Janet's soft fingers wrapped tightly around him. Unconsciously, he arched into her hand, moaning her name as she began to stroke him quick and hard, exactly the way he liked it.

He groaned as he felt her hands suddenly leave his flesh, reaching to bring them back, only to find her hands had locked on his hips and were pulling him between her thighs.

"Daniel, please, I need to feel you inside me, now," she moaned, pulling his body into perfect alignment with hers. The need to have him buried deep inside her, just like in her dreams, was almost unbearable.

"Janet," he whispered, unable to deny her plea. Holding himself back, he pushed gently against her, groaning as he slipped slowly inside her tight passage, nearly consumed by the heat and wetness that closed around his aching member. It had been far too long- and it felt too damn good!

"Daniel!" she cried out, arching hard against him, forcing him as deep as he could go. She was in no mood for slow tonight. She needed him hard and fast and now.

He muttered a curse as he felt himself buried to the hilt in her warm, willing body. His breath hitched at the divineness of this situation. For a moment, he remained still, simply savoring the connection. But as he felt her writhe against him, he allowed his desire to take control.

He began a series of quick, hard thrusts, unable it seemed to take this slow. He was rewarded with cries and pants of his name as she wrapped her legs even tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper and deeper into her.

Janet was lost in the feeling of his hardness pounding into her, his powerful body pressing her against the desk with a delicious friction that aroused her even more. She could feel herself building to a peak she'd never climbed before, sensing instinctively that he was right there with her.

Daniel knew he couldn't hold out much longer, the desire building inside him almost too much to bear.

"Janet!" he cried desperately as he slammed into her, rejoicing in the way she was moaning his name with every thrust. He felt the wave building, cresting then breaking inside him as she tightened around him.

She screamed as his final, hard thrust sent her flying over the edge, ecstasy like she'd never known shooting through her. She felt him shudder against her, releasing himself into her with several short sharp thrusts as he moaned her name, his face buried against her throat as he shuddered in her arms.

Slowly, she felt her body begin to calm, rejoicing in the fact that she had accomplished her mission.

She had seduced Daniel Jackson, and she had done it with a passion that surprised even herself. She'd known she had a sensual side, but she hadn't realized how much she'd enjoyed using it until tonight. She only hoped Daniel felt the same. All thought of her initial reason for starting this little seduction had flown out the window, never to return. The only thing she could think about now was the pleasure they'd both felt.

Daniel was slowly returning to consciousness, extremely aware of the beautiful woman panting beneath him, the warmth of her body surrounding him as she held him tightly to her, refusing to let him go. He had never felt so content, so relaxed in his life.

Janet caught her breath as she saw the grin break over Daniel's features, amazed at the emotions reflected there. She had a feeling not too many people ever got to see this passionate side of his- and she would be very, very glad to keep it that way. She had a feeling it would take a long, long time before she got enough of it- and him.

"You seem pleased with yourself Janet," he murmured, leaning down to brush his lips across her flushed cheeks.

She smiled as she allowed her arms to clasp loosely around his waist.

"I am, I managed to seduce you, the man many women on this base would give their right arm to bed," she teased with a grin, amazed to feel his chest vibrate with laughter against hers.

"That you did, and a fine job you did of it too," he replied, smiling as he registered the shock on her features at his words.

"Wow. If Jack or Sam could hear you now." The words were light and teasing, and brought a devious sparkle to his eyes.

"Oh, Janet, I really don't think you'd want Jack and Sam to hear us at the moment- unless you're ready to hear a lot of I-told-you-sos."

She laughed, resting happily in his arms. "Frankly, I don't care if the whole base heard us. You're holding a very happy, very satisfied woman in your arms right now and you should be damn proud of it!"

Daniel laughed, feeling better than he had in years. This woman was good for him, and he had a feeling things were only going to get better. His eyes twinkled as he pulled back to look at her.

"So, Janet, do you think you'll be able to sleep now? Those 'dreams' won't be a problem?"

She smiled as she pulled his head closer, arching against him with a renewed passion. "I think so- assuming you're in bed with me- just in case the dreams come back."

His laughter washed over her like a warm breeze.

"I think that can be arranged. Besides, I've got a few dreams of my own I'd like to put to rest- and you're the only one that can help"

Her eyes twinkled this time. "Sounds like a plan, Doctor Jackson. So, your place or mine?"

He laughed before capturing her lips in another heated kiss, feeling his body stir again. "Why don't we just stay right here?"

Who was she to argue? With a smile, she set about seeing if what they said about things being better the second time around was actually true.

Hours later she realized that it was.

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The End