6A/N: It may contain images disturbing, I dunno. Some people found it slightly disturbing.
A/N as of 14.07.2012: Still don't find it disturbing, infact, I find it now more intriguing, and tempting, and perhaps I should just go and re-write this one shot again, in a better, probably more even more disturbing way ;)
(Fifth year)
Daniel knew she had a dozen different moods. When she was immature, when she was playful, when she was a seductress, when she was depressed, she had tones for them, but none of them was darker than the recent mood she had been in since this morning. It was the darkest, the deepest part of her soul – the part she covered delicately with a zillions layers, hid it from everyone, trying to make it disappear even from her own consciouness.
Her face was sober while she stared at the endless night with a grimace. When she sensed him, she rested her forehead on the windows of bridge room with a deep sigh. "Hey,"she said with a small voice.
"Hey yourself." He walked over her and leaned in for a kiss. She brushed her lips on his but refused the temptation of giving him a through kiss like she usually did. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, his fingers playing with her hair gently.
"Nothing. I'm fine,"she replied solemnly, her voice flat and distant, the tone of it lacking of the usual brash Vala-ism.
"Sure. Then why are you standing here alone, staring gloomily at space? It isn't you, you know,"he smiled, getting closer, his hand moved down to her neck to brush the hair there back. "I'm the moody one between us."
"Maybe, maybe…" She shrugged her shoulders, and then gave him a quick kiss. "But still…I always loved the space back in the days, Daniel. Now I hate it. I hate this ship; sometimes I hate even myself. I hate feeling powerless. I hate being trapped. I hate—"she faltered a moment. "I haven't felt this useless, powerless, and trapped since Quetesh. When I left my home after Tok'ra had freed me, I swore I'd never let anybody use me ever again. And look, where I am now. In the middle of a war I can't make sense of, stuck on a ship for five years." She shook her head furiously. "I'm just sick of being screwed, figuratively and literally, by higher powers than me."
He wrapped his arm over her, and took her in his embrace. "I know, believe me, I know," he said gently. "I'm sorry."
Propping her chin on his chest, she lifted her head up to him. "Why? It's not your fault." She kissed his chin. "Frankly, I don't know what I would do if you weren't with me. But it's just-"She trailed off again, and then rested her head back on his chest. "Let's go to our room. I don't feel like seeing the others right now."
He nodded and led her towards their room, the room they had shared for five years now. When they entered inside, Vala went to sit on the edge of the bed, her elbows propped on her knees, her face between her hands. She watched Daniel as he went to the drawer and picked up something from inside. When he turned around, her hands dropped off her face. She straightened back, looking at the handcuffs dangling in his hand in wonder. After a moment, she shook her head. "No, Daniel. You don't have to do it."
"It's okay." He came near and crouched before her. He rested his empty hand on her knee. "I want to."
"But you don't like them. It's okay. We came to a conclusion. Granted, I've never been really happy with it, but I understand. You don't have to do it."
"But I want to do it," he said again, emphasizing every word.
She cupped his face between her hands, "I really—"
"I know." He closed his eyes, breathing her in. I love you, too.
This time she smiled, with a full brand Vala-ism. "My Hans Olo." She picked the handcuffs up from his grip. "But we don't use those. How about silk scarves?" she asked.
He drew out a sharp breath, "Umm, 'kay."
Putting the handcuffs aside she walked over to the drawer. She opened the first draw, fishing out black of silk scarves then turned on a heel, and strode back to Daniel who was sprawled out on the bed, his eyes closed. She straddled over his hips, caressing his chest. She first took the hem of his shirt and pulled it off him. She sunk her nails into his naked flesh then, and scratched down. He softly groaned and opened his eyes to look at her. There was a smirk on her face, and her eyes were already sparkling with desire and lust and with other things. God, he thought as she leaned forward and tied his left arm over the bedside.
When she was done, she pulled the knots over his wrist, testing their tightness. She must have been pleased what she had seen because when she straightened her back, there was a smug grin on her face. "I really like you better all tied up," she purred, her fingertips stroking lightly the muscles of his arm.
He grinned sheepishly. "I'm all yours." Well, that was whole point of this little adventurous night game.
"I know." She leaned forward, brushing her lips over his skin as she made her way up. She faltered for a moment when she came to his neck, and then her tongue made sensuous circles and she sucked at his pulse. He tilted his head to the other side, giving her a better access as he exhaled roguishly. Her breath over his skin was hot and he felt so hot as if she put him on fire. She lifted her head up to him, whispering into his ear. "You're mine, all mine to play with. To do with whatever I want." She bit his earlobe gently, sucking it into her mouth. It wasn't a question but again he felt like she needed his full acceptance.
"Yeah, whatever you want."
"Good...good."
For all the five years, Daniel had never ever seen her like this. There is something so inhuman about it, the way her hair fell over her shoulder, the way her body moved, the way she was bouncing on his hip, the way she screamed, the way she tasted his blood. Suddenly the whole thing became more familiar as he remembered a certain redhead crawling on his skin, calling him her Beloved.
She was wild, she was life, and she was… free.
She was a goddess on her knees.
She threw her head back and roared as the first flood of her orgasm hit her. It spread quickly over her body, and with each second the rush grew, until her blood was completely singing with it. How could she have forgotten this feeling?
She was powerful. She was invulnerable. She was alive.
She could do anything.
A/N: All right, perhaps, it's a little bit, teeny, weeny, little bit disturbing. But, she IS a former sex goddess, and we never know exactly how blending process effects on host's mind after de-Gao'ulding. And I strongly believe there is a part of Qetesh still lives in Vala, inside her some repressed some not memories and thoughts, both in her conciousness and unconciousnes.