Author's Note: I decided to break this story up into two sections, so the author's note from chapter 1 applies here, too. This chapter takes place after Daniel returns from ascension, after Vis Uban.

Music Selections: 'Words I couldn't say' by Leighton Meester, 'Girl' by Davy Jones (The version from The Brady Bunch Movie Soundtrack).

Disclaimer: Don't own SG-1.

2-The Dream Ascension Aftertalk

"Daniel?" Sam queried, her gaze locked on her clasped hands.

"Hmm?" Daniel murmured absentmindedly, turning his complete focus to her from the documentary they'd been watching at her house.

"Why didn't you ever visit me?" Sam asked, her voice so low, it was barely discernible. "While you were...you know." Sam clarified at his confused frown, trailing off and pointing her finger towards the ceiling.

"I didn't?" Daniel asked in return, stupefied by the query, having the feeling that a knowing refused to fully reveal itself in his mind.

"You did?" Sam returned, her own mirrored confusion marking itself on her face.

"I have the distinct impression that I did, yes." Daniel replied in a rushed, thoughtful tone.

"When?" Sam asked, her disorientation intensifying.

"I haven't the slightest." Daniel replied blankly in a matter-of-fact tone. "It's usually triggered by a prompt of some kind. A place, a phrase, something along those lines." Daniel explained in a musing tone.

"Unless you actually visited me in one of my dreams..." Sam started to say in a joking tone, only to trail off, leaving the thought unfinished with an aloof shrug.

"A dream?" Daniel repeated in a murmur, mostly to himself. Sam heard him.

He, however, didn't hear one word of what she might have said in response. Because the cascade had already started rolling. He remembered. He remembered going to her in a dream. And, oh God, the things they did together in that dream...

He now knew, in full detail, what it felt like to be with Samantha Carter, in the most basic, Biblical sense possible.

It didn't help matters that her dream had started on the couch they were currently seated on. He was actually kind of surprised that it hadn't triggered the tidalwave of memory.

He'd still been a fledgling ascendent when it occurred, and he hadn't known that dream-walking had been a part of the deal. Somehow, he'd accidentally entered Sam's dream without any conscious effort, having simply been wondering about her, how she was getting along after his death. Because she'd taken it much harder than anyone else. Even Jack.

Without yet having a grasp on his power, he discovered he tended to "pop" in on whoever entered his mind and he considered visiting them.

He could seriously do without the image that had been burned into his retinas the first time it'd happened, catching Jack in the shower.

His surprise visit on Sam would be at the far opposite side of that spectrum as he fell into her dream right as she leaned in to kiss him, a heat and desire unfurling inside him as her enthusiasm and hungry need leaked out of her mind into his.

He sat stunned and unresponsive for two seconds before more primitive areas of his brain lit up and enthusiastically took over, dragging her into his lap as his mouth plundered hers with reckless abandon. Then there was the sound of her voice, ripping his name apart as she gasped in pleasure, the tone activating lower sections of his anatomy as she clutched at him, her fingernails clawing at his back, somehow having made their way underneath his t-shirt.

He tried his hardest to follow her cues, not wanting to alarm Sam in any way that she wasn't the one in control of her dream. As a result, he learned a few things about Sam that night, as well as what she expected of him in a sexual manner. He wasn't really all that surprised when Sam wanted to start out on top.

He was momentarily thrown off when she urged him into a sitting position and spun herself around, all without breaking the intimate connection. Spots formed behind his eyes when she took one of his hands in hers and showed him what she liked, how she pleasured herself. He watched and listened with rapt fascination as his fingers rubbed her clitoris, and she told him that he was her primary focus when she masturbated.

Necessary to say, sensory overload claimed beings on higher planes of existence just as easily as they did everyone else.

It was to Sam's body coiled tightly around his, her head thrown back in ecstasy and her inner muscles clenching tightly around him like a snug-fitting glove, his name screamed out as her climax shook her, one of her hands buried in his hair tugging almost to the point of pain as her other wrapped securely under and over his right shoulder, anchoring their bodies, he discovered that Sam had the power to pull an orgasm of epic proportions from, all intents and purposes, a dead man.

If it were at all possible, it was the one occasion where he found his new existence to be both the most infinitesimal blessing and the deepest curse equally weighed in his mind. He was intruding upon one of Sam's most hidden secrets, a memory that he had no right entering without her permission. The mind was supposed to be a human's one true solace, a retreat that no one could physically follow, and he'd violated one of his closest friends in just the way that would haunt his overly-ethical heart and mind for as long as he existed.

Conversely, he may have never known Sam's feelings, how deep her longing went, deeper than simply a case of lust or a completely random sex dream, as he'd eventually concluded back on P1X-548...and how broken she was without him. On the surface, she was mourning a close friend, and only a certain amount of grieving that was permitted to show through was all that was visible. She still functioned as if he wasn't dead, because that was what she felt she must do. It was all she truly knew how to do to cope with a loss of such proportions.

He, however, had been there when she broke down, hovering mere feet from her curled up position on his apartment floor, the few feet separating them not so different than light-years for all the comfort he could give her. He focused on the other two members of the original SG-1 for a considerable amount of time after that. It wasn't until a month later that his thoughts had strayed to her unbidden.

It was on that night that he first experienced such pleasure, such rightness, since Sha're.

After the lovemaking, they'd talked. She asked him questions, completely random questions as she talked about her life. She was mostly content to speak, and he was most content to listen as she lay on his extended arm, her fingers lacing with the fingers of his arm draped across her torso, her back pressing reassuringly to his chest as his body spooned protectively around hers. And he knew then that if he ever had the chance, he would give Sam what she needed. And perhaps just as importantly, he wanted to be that man...someone that she could love more than life itself. Someone that would challenge her intellect and stimulate other parts of her when the arguments got a little heated. Someone that could level with her as well as hold her, stabilize her when the world came crashing down around her.

Unfortunately, he'd forgotten all of this, his whole life for that matter, as he was sent back to human form on Vis Uban. A part of him had known, though. It was why he'd asked that question when he saw her for the first time. The one to which she'd frowned awkwardly and stuttered her response. But he hadn't understood the need to push the issue, and he'd lost his opportunity as well as his courage.

Fortunately for him, he'd just rediscovered it. As Sam was about to discover as well.

No time like the present.

"Sam?" Daniel said, interrupting Sam's continuing, lengthy scientific response to his earlier utterance. He was pretty sure her speech was more directed towards diverting his attention than anything else. From what, he wasn't entirely sure. He remembered the dream vividly because it had been reality to him. However, for Sam, it had just been a really satisfying sex dream. It shouldn't have evoked such a diversionary tactic.

"Hmm?" Sam hummed in reply, pausing her speech to glance at Daniel curiously.

"I just remembered something." Daniel supplied in a conversational tone.

"What?" Sam questioned brightly, reaching out and clasping one of Daniel's hands supportively.

"Something I want to give you." Daniel stated, squeezing her smaller hand. And with purpose, nor a hint of warning, Daniel surged forward and fitted his lips over hers. After a minute hesitation, Sam's other hand rose up to yank him closer as her mouth opened under his and returned his kiss, with interest.

After a few minutes of such a heated intimacy, simply with pressing mouths and questing tongues, Sam pulled back, breaking off the kiss to stare at Daniel's face with a mixture of shock and something very close to awe.

"What was that?" Sam asked, her voice a touch breathless as Daniel's eyes opened and met hers.

The self-satisfied smirk that quirked his mouth could not be mistaken for anything other than smug. "I may have forgotten everything, but I'm pretty sure the kids these days are still calling that first base."

Sam rolled her eyes and lightly tugged at the hair still loosely clenched in her right fist. "You know what I meant."

"It's something I've wanted to do for a very long time. I think." Daniel stated sincerely, and, using the hand he had braced his weight on, he brought his hand up to her face and rubbed his thumb down her face. His thumb grazed over her top lip, paused when her breath hitched, and reversed direction on the other half. His gaze lingered on his thumb's course as her mouth parted under his touch.

"Oh." Sam uttered, at a loss. Then her libido issued a query that her virtue was also rather curious about. "Just that?" Sam asked, using her best casual voice.

"No, not just that." Daniel replied with a chuckle, settling back a little more comfortably into the cushions, laying sideways to face her, legs tangled together with hers. "But since we have an early day tomorrow, I think we should hold off on all the other things I have in mind. Maybe work a date or two in there first. You know, just to do things properly."

"So chivalrous." Sam teased, leaning her chin against her hand. "And just what other things did you have in mind?"

"Well, let's see..." Daniel mused, mirroring her pose. "I was thinking maybe here on the couch, definitely against that sturdy-looking wall next to your bedroom door, then your bed, maybe the shower...not all on the same night, mind you. Oh, and I'd give just about anything to have my old bed and apartment back, just so I could have you...nevermind. Let's just...go with the flow, see where inspiration strikes."

"I wouldn't mind searching for a little more "inspiration" right here awhile longer." Sam suggested with a wicked smile, tugging him back on top of her by one of his shirt lapels. "And while we're on the topic, I can't wait to have you in my bed, my territory, either."

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"Janet," Sam murmured from her seat on the corner of Dr. Frasier's desk the next morning. She continued on when Janet hummed her consent. The words came out hesitantly and quietly, but flavored with excitement. "I made out with Daniel on my living room couch last night."

"I'm sorry. Did you just say Daniel?" Janet questioned in a bewildered tone, rotating around to focus squarely on Sam, her latest lab report update forgotten. "As in Jackson?"

"Yes." Sam replied in an equally bemused tone, a radiant smile breaking out across her mouth.

"Cassie's termed 'hardened sex god' and reformed ascendent, Daniel Jackson?" Janet further inquired, still disbelieving.

"Yes, Janet!" Sam returned, the smile turning slightly bashful at her adopted niece's nickname and how quickly it had gotten around the base the last time Cassie had visited from school. Daniel hadn't stopped blushing for days. It was his own fault that he'd walked out of her bathroom shirtless asking for her help redressing a deep cut he'd received on a mission they'd returned from the day before, just as Cassie had walked through the front door.

She, admittedly, couldn't help but agree with Cassie's assessment, and it'd been a challenge to not fan herself in an attempt to drive away the heat building up in her face and body. Daniel may not be enlisted military, but he certainly took to the Colonel's and Teal'c's advanced training sessions. And they paid off just spendidly.

"Made out, you say?" Janet queried in a musing tone, eyebrow quirking up.

"Like two hormonal teenagers making time before the parents get home." Sam responded, ruffling up the hair at the base of her scalp as she scratched the back of her neck sheepishly.

"Well, congratulations." Janet intoned in a teasing manner, leaning forward to tweak Sam's chin playfully. "I have to tell you, though, that there are going to be plenty of disappointed nurses once word gets around. Daniel is quite popular around here."

"So many hearts to break, so little time. And he doesn't even realize it. That's our Daniel." Sam quipped in a light tone, her eyes twinkling with mirth.

"That's your Daniel." Janet corrected, smiling knowingly.

"Yeah...I guess he is." Sam admitted in a pleased tone, relaxing back against the wall.

"And Sam?" Janet asked in a mostly serious tone, turning back to her computer.

"Hmm?" Sam hummed in response.

"Is he really?" Janet asked, her head tilted inquisitively, mischief alight in her eyes when she glanced back at Sam over her shoulder.

"Really what?" Sam asked in return, frowning down at Janet in a bemused fashion.

"A hardened sex god?" Janet clarified in an impatient ribbing tone.

Sam's mouth dropped open in mute shock, her eyes also going wide. Reaching out, she playfully smacked Janet's shoulder. After a moment of mock offense, she paused and her eyes took on a distant, dreamy quality, reliving memories from the night before. Memories of Daniel's weight settling deliciously on top of hers, the ridge of his arousal fitted snugly at the apex of her thighs as their mouths waged a battle for dominance, his hand up her shirt...

It kind of left her hot under the collar just thinking about doing it again. Maybe tonight they'd do it naked. Dating was overrated anyway. In their case especially, close to six years of courtship and all. Not all of it was romantic, but it still counted, in her book.

"Yes, I do believe he is." Sam replied with a wistful smile.

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And I'm 100% certain the longest run-on sentence I have ever written is in this chapter, lol! I couldn't figure out the best way to break it up without losing the impact I was striving for. Also, Janet and Sam's friendship dynamic in the show was simply brilliant, and I couldn't resist bringing her into the fold for the closing scene. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it!