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Paul found himself being slammed against the door the moment he closed it behind him. A hot, fierce mouth was on his, sucking and tasting. Only the door kept him upright as his legs turned to jelly. 

Finally the kiss ended and they panted for breath. "And hello to you too." 

Daniel licked his lips. "I've been sitting around all day, bored out of my skull, waiting to do that." 

Paul found himself absently touching his mouth. "I can tell you put a lot of thought into it." 

"Glad you appreciate the effort." 

"Are we going to stand in your doorway all night, or shall we go inside?" 

"Maybe I should just ravish you right here?" 

Paul reached out and ran a gentle finger over Daniel's bandaged ribs. "I think you might find that difficult." 

Daniel pouted. "Fucking arrow. I thought that this might have been the year I finally went twelve months without giving Janet a coronary." 

Paul laughed, well-versed in this rant. "There's always next year. Besides, it was only a graze." Not to say that Paul didn't nearly have a heart attack when he followed Hammond to the base of the ramp just in time to see Teal'c carry Daniel through the Gate while Carter and O'Neill laid down covering fire. He'd very nearly destroyed their secret by beating out the rest of SG-1 to Daniel's bedside. 

"Hey." Gentle hands stroking his cheek brought him back to the present. "You okay." 

"Fine. Still standing in the doorway, but fine." 

Daniel laughed, and Paul drank in the sound. "Then you can come in." Paul took one step forward but was stopped cold by Daniel's finger in the centre of his chest. "I said you could come in. Your uniform, however, cannot." 

"Dan?" 

"You heard me." There was a glint in his eye that Paul found extremely erotic. Slowly, never taking his eyes off his lovers', Paul reached up and carefully unknotted his tie. Daniel sighed as Paul slowly undid each button of his shirt before finally slipping his jacket and then his shirt off. Smirking, he then stopped to neatly fold each garment and put it carefully aside. 

"Paul!" 

"Dan!" He mimicked back. "I've gotta go back in tomorrow. Can't show up looking rumpled." 

"You're not rumpled. Not yet." Paul gulped silently at Daniel's tone. 

"You promising me something?" 

"Faster you get out of those pants, faster you find out, flyboy." 

"Should I leave my hat on?" 

Daniel laughed as he looked Paul up and down. "Yes…no," he reached over and grabbed it. "I'll be wearing the hat tonight." 

Paul laughed, but couldn't help noticing the silly thing looked so much better on Dan than it did on him. The laughter turned into a shout of surprise as Daniel darted in to undo belt and buckle. His pants pooled around his legs, and he kicked them off. 

"What about looking rumpled?" Daniel teased as he ran his hands up and down Paul's bare back. 

"You keep promising…" 

"You're still too dressed to get out of my hallway." He flicked the elastic of Paul's underwear for emphasis before exploring lower. 

"You seem to have things well in hand," Paul managed to squeak out. Daniel just laughed, and a few seconds later Paul watched his jocks go flying to land atop an antique vase. 

Paul stepped back slightly and stood at parade rest. "Do I pass inspection?" 

Daniel looked him over unselfconsciously. "Now you can come…in." The slight but deliberate hesitation sent a shudder through Paul. Daniel's words were bypassing his brain and going straight to his dick. That was the only reason he could think why he was stark naked in Daniel's entranceway. 

Daniel was waiting for him across the living room, one hand on the light switch. Paul crossed the room to join him, snatching a kiss as Daniel flicked the lights to the main room. Without the electric light, Paul could see a warm glow coming from their bedroom. 

"Dan?" 

Daniel put one long finger against Paul's lips for silence. With a single gesture, he had Paul follow him into the bedroom. 

The room was lit by candles, dozens of them ringing the bed. Paul stopped, transfixed, as Daniel walked around the bed, shedding his shirt as he went. "Are you hungry?" 

"Ravenous," he said, drinking in the glowing expanse of his lovers' skin marred only by the patch of gauze where the arrow had grazed him. 

Daniel slid out of his sweat pants and slithered across the covers. Reaching over to a covered plate on the bedside table, he scooped something up with one finger. "Perhaps I could tempt you?" 

Paul was already moving to kneel beside the bed. His lips closed around Daniel's finger as the sweetness burst onto his tongue. He licked with his tongue, scraping his bottom teeth gently against the skin to remove the last of the sticky substance. 

"Yum, caramel. My second favourite." 

Daniel's brow creased. "I thought it was your first?" 

Paul pushed himself onto the bed and claimed a long, deep, kiss. "That's my first." 

"Flirt!" 

Paul waved to the well-prepared room in silent defense. 

"I told you, I was bored today." 

"I think we need to bore you more often." 

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