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[diehard_daniel]

The hand that's not clutched in Eris' closes the door behind them as Daniel follows the goddess into his apartment. The place is empty except for his fish, and if they're surprised to see a beautiful blonde precede him into the living room, it's impossible to tell from their faces.

"Uh, this is my apartment...kitchen, living room, dining room of sorts...bathroom..." Daniel points out all the rooms as he speaks their name, then blushes faintly, pointing behind them. "And that would be my bedroom we just came out of, if it wasn't the bar instead."

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[diehard_daniel]

Daniel smiles back, a bit wryly. "Yeah, eventually, though when my friends found me, for the first few days I was calling Jack 'Jim'."

He tells her about Anubis, then. About the Goa'uld somehow learning to Ascend, the Others trying to force him out. That's all he knows for himself, really; the rest he has to piece together from mission reports, Anubis' search for the Eye of Ra, the attack on Abydos, and then - and this is the part that makes him feel like maybe breakfast is a bad plan - the deal he apparently tried to make with Anubis which led to the planet's destruction.

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She stands, then, walking over to join him at the stove, and turns off the heat, wrapping her arms around him in a hug, wordlessly.

[diehard_daniel]

And Daniel leans into her arms, resting his forehead on her shoulder, because he really, really needs a hug right now.

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She presses a kiss to his cheek, softly, reaching one hand up to stroke his hair, and leads him out of the kitchen and back to the sofa, murmering quiet words of comfort.

[diehard_daniel]

Daniel's face is buried in his hands, and he's shaking. Thank heavens she turned off the stove, because he would never have remembered to. "I got them all killed. I don't even remember it, but I got them all killed. I would sooner have died. I almost wish I had."

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She pulls him to her shoulder again, stroking his hair, and her voice completely contradicts her posture. She speaks drily, if softly. "Daniel... I find myself compelled to point out that, in fact, you did die. And your friends... they did survive, in a way."

[diehard_daniel]

"I know that. I know that. But it doesn't help. I wish I remembered, at least. I wish I really knew what happened...what really happened, not just what my friends saw..."

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She presses a light kiss to his temple, still holding him.

"You will, Daniel. Someday. If I have to go find this Oma and talk to her myself, you will remember, if you truly want to. I promise you that."

[diehard_daniel]

Daniel looks up at her, wide-eyed. "Eris...I can't ask you to do that...I won't ask you to do that..."

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Eris sighs, and looks away.

"You can ask me, and I will... but if you won't, then... well, that's up to you. The offer is there, Daniel."

She turns back to him with a slight smile, and cups her hand around his face, brushing her thumb across his cheek.

"I already told you, Daniel. Anything you ask."

[diehard_daniel]

And Daniel shakes his head, his expression very serious. "I know. That's why I won't ask."

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She chuckles softly, and once again presses a kiss to his cheek.

"You're very sweet, Daniel. Foolish perhaps, for refusing such an offer... but very sweet."

Eris smiles at him, her face only inches from his. Her eyes are very green.

[diehard_daniel]

"They have their reasons, I'm sure, for making me forget...and I don't want to take advantage of you."

Daniel's eyes are very blue. And, may I just point out? He's quite cute, really.

[to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com]

"Maybe they do... and Daniel, it's not taking advantage when the offer is freely given..."

They don't appear to be moving away from each other. She's not moving, at any rate.

And yes, he's quite cute indeed.

[diehard_daniel]

He's not moving either. Not at all. Except maybe a little closer? Because her eyes are very green, and he kinda likes the apple smell kinda a lot. Plus, soft skin. And she reminds him of his wife, because although they look nothing alike they both had the same spirit, the same fire. He's always been drawn to that.

"Are you sure about that?"

Voice? Very quiet. Lips? Very close.

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A slow smile creeps across her face, and her thumb rubs lightly over his cheek again, her hand still cupping the side of his face.

"Always."

[diehard_daniel]

"Good."

And Daniel kisses her. Sweet, tender. It's not a demand, but it's also not really a request. It's a statement to which she should feel free, but not obligated, to respond.

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She sighs a little, and kisses him back, her hand slipping back into his hair. Sweet, yes, and tender, at least at first, although there's a hint somehow of the chaos she could cause in his life, if he let her.

After a moment, she pulls back, meeting his gaze. And then she leans in again, and kisses him again, and while it's still sweet and tender this time it's more than just a hint.

And Eris stops, and pulls back again, completely this time, shutting her eyes and covering them with her forearm, leaning back against the arm of the sofa.

[diehard_daniel]

"...I can see that life with you in it will never be boring." Because what else can a person say after being kissed like that? Daniel's smiling, slightly, and he puts an arm over the back of his couch. He's not quite touching her, really, but it's fairly obvious that he would if she wanted him to.

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"I... I'm sorry, Daniel, I shouldn't have done that, I shouldn't be here, I'm sorry..."

She sighs again, a little, and sits up, scooting back on the couch, and takes his hand lightly, although her head is still ducked and her eyes are still closed.

"Silly, silly Eris."

[diehard_daniel]

Daniel goes still, blinking at her. "You're...what? Sorry? Don't..." He pauses, because he was going to say 'Don't be sorry', and that's a request sort of, and he's not going to do that. "...why are you sorry?"

He's clutching her hand perhaps a little more tightly than he ought.

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She glances up at him, head still ducked down a little even now.

"Because I didn't realize that maybe I'm not quite ready for you. I like you more than I should, Daniel."

[diehard_daniel]

Wow. It actually is possible to feel your heart skip a beat. "..oh. And...it's bad that you like me?"

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"I... I don't know, to be honest. It's... not really something I'm used to having to think about, really, and somehow I really don't want to go find Dad and ask his advice. He always mucked things up with mortals, even when Mom didn't find out."

She sighs, and sits back again, shoving her hair out of her eyes with her free hand.

"You deserve better than that, 's all."

[diehard_daniel]

Daniel nods thoughtfully. "OK. Eris...my wife was a gift. The elders of her tribe gave her to me because they thought I was a God. I played along because I was worried about what they might do to her if they thought she'd displeased me. I didn't exactly wine and dine her. I don't know how to wine and dine. My ex, Sarah, she used to say that I was about as romantic as the dead bodies we dug up." Daniel grins sheepishly. "And that was one of the nicer ways she expressed it. I was always driven by my work...always, ever since my parents' deaths, all I could think about was learning more, being smarter than the others. I didn't...understand romance. I didn't want to. Even when I was married...it wasn't an easy life on Abydos, there was so much work to be done...there wasn't a whole lot of time for the hearts and flowers thing, y'know? So...the point of this, I guess, is that you're not alone in the not having to think about it thing. I have absolutely no idea how to go about this, and to be completely honest, it scares me like very few things have ever scared me in my life...but I think it's worth trying."