"Better safe than sorry. Take it off."

Daniel knew better. Really. He was one of the senior cultural and political advisors on the Prometheus for its shakedown run--testing out humanity's first ship. But, in a vaguely Edenic way, the fact that he was now alone on the Prometheus with this aggressive, fruity alien woman left him feeling a euphoric rush of power. Not to mention the authority of having a laser gun in hand.

Daniel looked Vala up and down with a slow, pleasant air of approval. Vala wasn't a voluptuous matronly type like Sha're, nor was she a pampered, soft divine aristocrat like most Goa'uld hosts. She was athletic, lithe, and fairly tall--tall enough to pass herself off as a Kull warrior with some lifts and armor. Her face was glamorous and beautifully angular, yet hard and worn. But her figure was on display in that bodysuit, and she was carrying herself like a loaded weapon, hips sashaying slowly, subtly as Daniel thought it over. Too long. He'd waited too long.

"If you insist," Daniel said, lips pursed as he let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "Take it off." He gestured with the zat needlessly.

Vala smiled broadly, her pouty lips catching Daniel's appraisal as she complied. Bending her hands behind her at an awkward angle, the brunette pushed her chest forward with a grunt as she reached for the suit's zipper. The form-hugging undersuit stretched over her thrust-out chest nicely, and the earthling definitely noticed the faint impression of her nipples teasing him through the black leotard.

Ostensibly still reaching for the zipper, Vala made a few faint grunts and soft sounds as she took the opportunity to wiggle her breasts at this Daniel Jackson a bit more. Then, with a twist to turn her ass towards the man for his appreciation, she asked, "Mind a bit of help with this? I don't think the Kull warriors changed outfits very often," a squirm of her ass as Vala stood on tip-toes, trying her best to seduce this man until she could gain the upper-hand from him. "They certainly didn't make these zippers user friendly."

With a sigh, Jackson lowered his pistol and moved to help the woman with doffing her undersuit.