Wormhole X-Treme

Author: Regency

Title: Close Enough…For Now

Category: Romance/ heavy songfic

Pairing: Monroe/Danning

Rating: PG-14

Summary: They're dancing pretty close; not as close as they'd like, but close enough…for now.

Author's Notes: This story is mainly about Wormhole X-Treme, SG-1 is only a small part.

Disclaimer: Not mine. Any characters you don't recognize are original. "Standing Still" and "Break Me" from "This Way" by Jewel aren't mine. "Spanish Guitar," and "Speaking In Tongues" by Toni Braxton from "The Heat" aren't mine.

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It's a promotion celebration for another team's 2IC (second-in-command). Someone, who shall remain nameless, Dr. Terry Anders (Our Doc Frasier), puts on Jewel's "This Way." Gate team #1; Dr. James Lavant, Colonel Danning, and Major Stacey Monroe are sitting at a table talking to each other. Danning and Monroe share a look as a familiar song starts up.

"Standing Still" by Jewel

Cutting through the darkest of the night are my two headlights

Try to keep it clear, but I'm losing it here

To the twilight.

On instinct they both rise to stand and meet around the table on the way to the dance floor.

"May I have this dance, Stacey?" She gives him a confused look at the use of her first name. "If you're gonna be dancing in my arms, we're gonna have to be on a first name basis." Her eyes light in comprehension.

"I'd love to…John." (Sorry, I made up a name.) He guides her to the floor and pulls her a little closer than is proper, but maintains a respectable distance.

There's a dead end to my left

There's a burning bush to my right

You aren't in sight

They dance quietly, but comfortably; completely aware that many eyes are watching them. There's been a pool about them forever, but they're not ready to confirm what everyone thinks. Especially when they're still not sure what they think themselves.

Do you want me

Like I want you

Or am I standing still

With the scenery flying by

Or am I standing still

Out of the corner of my eye

Was that you passing me by

All through the chorus they got closer and closer, until Stacey's head is resting on John's chest. One hand is locked with hers while the other's resting on the small of her back. He rub the soft cashmere of blouse gently with his forefinger, his thumb slipping beneath the material to rub the pale skin of her back. Her gasp is the only indication of his activity.

Mothers on the stoop

Boys in souped-up coupes

On this hot summer night

Between fight and flight

Is the blind man's right

And a choice that's right

I roll the window down

Feel like I'm gonna drown in this strange town

Feel broken down

She turns her head towards his neck and lays the sweetest butterfly kiss against his Adam's Apple. He inhales sharply, sliding his hand completely against her back underneath her blouse. She grins against his neck.

"You are being very naughty, Stacey." Still playing his, game she keeps it up by nibbling against his windpipe, sucking the skin into her lips.

Do you want me

Like I want you

Or am I standing still

Beneath a darkened sky

Or am I standing still

With the scenery flying by

Was that you passing me by

"I love this song." says John. She releases the skin and nuzzles away the sting of her bite.

" I think it's fast becoming a favorite of mine."

"We should definitely be having that talk soon." Stacey nods in complete agreement.

"Yeah, that talk. Soon definitely soon." She basks in the feel of his fingers on her bare skin. She lets herself relax in his arms and her eyes slide closed. "Very soon. Because I can't take much more of this."

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