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Daniel rolled over, put Casey on her back, and leaned on his arm. His body protested when his cock slid from the warmth of her body. "Ready for that last stop of our trip?" he asked softly, pushing a strand of blonde silk from her face.

"Oh, yes," she replied.

That softly spoken response set his heart racing. Once again the thought that he was a very lucky man moved over his brain. Making love to her in the most intimate of ways was something special, something to be treasured. Her faith in him, her belief that he would never hurt her, totally awed him...made him determined each and every time they made love in that special way that it would be as good for her as it always was for him.

Their lovemaking was always wonderful. Always an expression of their love; not just a physical act, but one of hearts and souls as well. Whenever they were ready to make love in that way, he always kissed her differently...almost reverently. He took his time making her ready for him, touching her, caressing her so tenderly that it often brought tears of love to her eyes. It was always special, something...precious.

Her fingers were running through his hair...such a simple thing, yet it never failed to thrill him...turn him on. It was different, somehow, from the way her fingers moved when he was stretched out on the couch, his head in her lap. Or perhaps just the fact that they were making love made it seem different. She raised her chin higher as he moved his mouth over her throat, offering more of that sweet skin.

She wanted to taste him, to touch him, wanted to do to him what he was doing to her. There was one way to accomplish that...one that she knew of, anyway. "Daniel?"

"Hmm?"

"Sit up."

Slightly confused, but more than willing to comply, he did as she asked. When he was sitting in the middle of the bed, Casey situated herself between his thighs, slid her legs over his and around his hips, her arms went around his shoulders. She shifted until she was as close to him as she could get, the heat from that sweet little twat warming his balls. Hell, that has the anaconda's attention!

"There...much better," she declared.

"Very nice," he murmured, his arms locked around her. His lips descended on hers, brushed lightly against them before settling more firmly, his tongue playing out the combination that would open her mouth to him.

Her fingers entwined in his hair, holding him close, preventing him from moving away, Casey again poured her love into the kiss, felt his returned in equal measure. She pressed against his chest, wanting...needing to be closer to him.

He shivered slightly as she flattened her breasts against him, the hard points of her nipples pushing into his skin, turning him on, making his own nipples harden in response. He smiled mentally when he moved his lips from hers, determined to make his way back to that elegant throat...she was doing the same, kissing her way down his neck to his shoulder. Ah...so she wanted a little game of tit for tat, eh? He nibbled on that spot behind her ear that made her shiver in his arms. Couldn't help but grin against her skin when he felt her teeth graze him. When he set about putting a nice, purple bruise beneath her jaw, his body trembled from the sensations of her mouth doing the same thing to him.

She teased his earlobe with her tongue, traced his ear, almost gasped at the ripple of pleasure that headed straight for that center of her being as he did the same to her. She licked his jaw, he reciprocated in kind. When he bit her shoulder gently, she closed her mouth over his skin. She was overcome by giggles at the same time she felt him chuckling against her neck.

"Give up?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing," she retorted.

"Never gonna happen."

"Right." She pulled just far enough away from him to look into his face. "I love you so much."

"Only so much, huh?"

"And you call me a smartass?"

He grinned. "I love you too, Angel."

"I like it-" she broke off, lowered her eyes.

"Like what?" he asked softly.

"When we...well, I'm not sure what it is...play games? Tease each other? Whatever it is, it's fun," she said slowly.

"Yes it is," he replied.

"Did you ever...I mean...with anyone else, were you ever..."

"Never. To be honest, I never thought about it. Never had a woman who wanted to make love to me, with me, as much as you do. I really wasn't with any other woman long enough, I suppose," he said. He had been with Sha're the longest of all of the women in his life, before Casey. Just making love to her in the 'usual way' was an accomplishment, between her shyness, her culture...and his own stupidity.

Arms wrapped tightly around his neck, she began to lean back, pulling him with her. She felt him shift his weight, settle his body on top of hers. She locked her ankles behind his back. "Making love with you is the most amazing thing I've ever experienced," she whispered. "Every time is so special...so wonderful."

His heart swelled with love, soared above the clouds at that sweet declaration. "For me, too, Casey," he whispered. When he kissed her, he could feel her lips trembling beneath his own. "Babe?"

"Love you," she murmured, raising her face to his, demanding that he finish what he had started.

"Love you," he replied, as his lips claimed hers. He was going to indulge in her sweet honey before he took her to the last stop of their trip Around the World. And he was going to make it the best time they had ever had.

Gentle kisses on those places he had so eagerly bruised earlier served to send the fire that burned in her ever higher...making it hotter...creating such need in her that she ached with it.

Her back was arched off the bed almost as soon as his lips wrapped around her nipple, his hand massaging the other as it waited its turn for his attention. He so loved that she did that...especially because she was totally unaware of it. Every reaction she gave to his love making...the way her body responded, the shivers and sighs and soft moans...all urged him on, pleased him...filled him with such love that he swore he could feel it oozing from the pores of his skin.

It seemed that he didn't feel the need to tease her now...he made love to her breasts until she was breathing hard, moved down to tease her belly, tugging at her navel ring until she moaned...and was now nestled between her thighs, delighting her with his lips and tongue. She wasn't surprised when he moved up and buried himself in her, knew that he wanted her as close to the edge as possible when he took her ass...experience had taught them if he kept her aroused, the activity was all the more pleasurable for her. And Daniel was determined that she have as much pleasure as possible whenever they made love.

The tremors that moved over her body let him know she was ready, that her climax was within her grasp. He also knew that left to her own devices, she would seek...and take...exactly what she needed from him. He thrust into her warm well once more...twice more...three times, to make certain he was coated with her slick, sweet honey. "Ready, babe?"

"Mmmhmm."  She lifted her hips as he pushed pillows beneath them. Pulled her legs from his waist, put her ankles over his shoulders. 

"I love you," he whispered, as positioned himself.

"I love you," she whispered in return, her hands moving up and down his arms.

"Last stop," he murmured, and gently eased forward. He paused, waited for her to relax when he felt more than heard that soft gasp, as he moved into that tight opening.

"I'm ready," she said softly, when the discomfort, it wasn't actually pain, had subsided. She knew that as soon as he was fully buried inside her, the sensations would be incredible, giving her as much pleasure as he found.

Tight and hot and oh god what a feeling! Need...intense and damned near overwhelming...rushed over him. He throbbed, felt her body close tighter around him in response. "So good," he whispered. "It feels so good!"

"I know," she whispered in reply. "Take me, Daniel. Take me to the last stop."

Did she have any clue what those sweet, sultry whispers did to him? It was all he could to maintain a semblance of control...his body shook with the desire to pound into her like a man possessed. Which, he admitted to himself, he would be doing soon enough. But not until she was ready. Not until it would please her as much as it pleased him. He began to move slowly, steadily. "Touch yourself, Angel, make it good," he demanded breathlessly.

Her fingers slid between them, found the swollen nub that was the key to her ultimate gratification. Since Daniel had come into her life, her own hands seemed incapable of giving her the intense pleasure that he could so easily bestow upon her. But she was still able to contribute to her flight among the stars when he took her like he was right now.

Sweat broke out along his upper lip, his forehead, the middle of his back, as he struggled to control the speed and force of his thrusts. His body was clamoring for more, straining to find the sweet release that lay at the end of this beautiful ride. Her labored breathing echoed his own...told him she was approaching the pinnacle...was ready to dive over the side. "Easy babe," he panted. "Slow and easy. Make it last."

Damned easy for him to say! she thought. She jerked slightly when she felt him slide two fingers inside her well. He had never done that before...well, usually she had the vibrator inside her as he took her ass.

He knew that she liked the sensation of being completely filled. He shifted his weight to one arm, slid his fingers inside her, began to move them with the same steady rhythm his hips were taking him in and out of her ass.

"Oh, yeah," she murmured. She closed one hand around his wrist as he stroked her, the fingers of the other hand still massaging and tugging on that little nub of joy.

"That's it, Angel," he said breathlessly, feeling the trembling in her body increase. "Take it nice and slow." He turned his head slightly, began to nibble on her ankle.

"Nngg...!"

That soft sound filled the air, and shattered the control he had been clinging to. He began to move faster, his fingers keeping time with his cock as they slid in and out of her body.

"Daniel," she moaned, that special feeling, white hot and piercing in its intensity building up, ready to burst forth.

Her thigh quivered against his arm. That beautiful whimper filled her throat. "Let go, Case...give it to me!"

She cried out, her body trembling, her well convulsing around his fingers. "Now!" she demanded.

His hands went to her hips, holding her steady as he pounded into her hot, tight ass, already so close to his own climax that only half a dozen thrusts were needed before he was calling out her name. His cock throbbed and jerked inside her, sending his love deep into her body. "Oh, god," he murmured, coming down slowly, his body shaking.

They remained in place, still breathing hard, waiting for reality to claim them once more. Casey squirmed slightly. "Daniel?"

"Hmm?"

"I...um...I really need to go."

"Give me a minute, Angel. I don't want to hurt you," he replied gently.

"You have thirty seconds."

He chuckled. "I'll do my best."

"You already did. It was incredible."

"You were pretty incredible, too," he said. When she squirmed again, he pulled away from her, moving slowly.

"Pick a tree."

"Huh?"

"Which tree is going to be the latrine?"

No doubt about it, Casey had become accustomed to 'roughing it' on their missions. And not once had she ever complained. "Let's go take a look," he said, climbing off of the bed, holding the netting open for her. The way the moonlight caressed her skin had him thinking about loving her all over again.

They decided on a wide tree about fifty feet from the hut, on the opposite side of the little pool. Once they had answered nature's call, Casey grabbed a flashlight and their ditty bags, so that they could clean up. The water was cool, and the night air cooler...both of them were shivering by the time they snuggled together on the bed.

"Happy anniversary," she murmured, moving closer to the warmth of his body.

"Happy anniversary, Angel," he replied. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. Pulled her closer. Listened as her breathing slowed when she fell asleep. First anniversary. Not a month, or two months, or four months. A full year. Together. A wonderful, incredible year. Another such year flashed before his eyes. He and Sha're had been just a few weeks from their first wedding anniversary when she'd been taken by Apophis. So technically, this was the first anniversary he'd ever observed, or at least celebrated...or would...in just four days. He sent up a prayer that nothing would happen to Casey, that they would celebrate many, many more anniversaries...together.

A  A  A  A  A  A

The raucous sounds of birds, and perhaps small animals, shattered the peaceful slumber that the two lovers had been enjoying. Casey stretched, yawned, then snuggled closer to Daniel's side.

He grinned sleepily. Shrugged his shoulder beneath her head. "Hey, sleepyhead," he murmured softly, brushing several stray strands of hair from her face.

"It's barely light out," she grumbled.

"I know. Bet the water is warm."

She opened one eye. "Bet I don't care." She yawned again.

A particularly loud squawk from somewhere in the jungle behind the hut made them both jump, and then grin. "Guess I'd better see if breakfast is out there, before the wildlife eats it all."

Casey sat up, her gaze moving appreciatively over his naked body. "Do you realize we haven't been dressed since yesterday afternoon?"

"Yeah. Great, isn't it?" he asked, his own gaze going over her slender body. He leaned over and kissed her hard nipples. "Good morning, my sweet beauties."

"You are so weird," she muttered. But planted a kiss on the back of his head, ran her fingers through his hair as he showered her breasts with kisses. "Breakfast. Before you have to go hunting for it."

With a grin, he pulled himself from the bed. The scent of their lovemaking lingered on the cotton cover, filled the room. Put half a dozen lustful ideas into his head.

The tray was beside the door, loaded once again with fruit and roasted meat and vegetables, all carefully covered with a brightly dyed cloth. The large gourd was filled with sweet, cool water. Apparently their hosts understood that the food was more than enough to last the day. The water...well, there was always the pool behind the hut, and the small stream that fed it.

He carried the tray in, placed it on the small table, after Casey had grabbed her hairbrush, which had been tossed there the night before. "Looks good," he said, lifting the cloth away.

"Smells good, too," she replied, sliding from the warmth of the bed. She peered out of the window, watching as the beach brightened, the sun above the level of the jungle trees that surrounded them.

They settled down to eat, sharing several of the pieces of fruit, deciding to leave the bread, meat and vegetables for later in the day. They washed their hands and faces in the flower scented water, which Daniel carefully dumped it into the pool when they had finished. Casey covered the food once again, then joined her husband outside.

"Feel like doing a bit of exploring?"

"I suppose you're hoping to find ruins of some sort?" she teased gently.

"Not really. Just thought it might be nice to take a walk."

"I think that sounds lovely," she replied. She took his outstretched hand, linked her fingers with his.

They followed the beach for nearly an hour, before turning back. The jungle encroached closely in several places, bushes overloaded with blooms filled the air with their spicy perfume. Daniel plucked a large pink blossom from one of the bushes, tucked the stem behind her ear.

"It almost feels as if we're the only two people on the planet," Casey sighed as they walked slowly back toward their temporary home.

"Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden," Daniel said.

"I don't remember reading about an ocean," she said playfully.

"Me, either."

She tugged on his hand, led him into the warm water. "Someday, we're going to live near the ocean," she said.

"Really."

"Yep. Nice little house on the beach. Where it's warm," she added, thinking of the beaches near Tacoma.

He grinned. "I suppose we could live in Sicily. I've always liked Sicily."

She turned to stare at him, her eyes wide. "Sicily?"

"Sure. Why not?"

Why not indeed? She understood that for the foreseeable future, they would remain in Silver Springs, part of the SGC...that was a given. But she also understood that the secret mountain facility wouldn't remain a secret forever. Eventually all of the countries on planet Earth would contribute to the fight against the Goa'uld...and eventually that enemy would be defeated. Someday, she and Daniel would be free to do what they wanted. "Just what would you do in Sicily?"

"Write a book. About the archaeological discoveries we've made going through the Stargate," he replied immediately.

"That might require several books," she smiled.

"It might. Plenty to keep me busy," he grinned.

"What about Egypt?"

"What about it?"

"You love Egypt."

Daniel shook his head. "I love ancient Egypt. The Dynasties. The history. Modern Egypt has moved too far from its beginnings...from its potential." He waded out until the water lapped around his waist, cupped his hands, and sent a spray of water in her direction.

"You will so pay for that!"

He grinned, turned and dove into the oncoming wave.

Casey sputtered for a moment, looking for him. The water was crystal clear, but he'd managed to use the wave to distract her. Where had he gone? She wasn't as good a swimmer as he was...so she lingered in the shallower water. Squeaked with surprise when he managed to come up behind her, dripping wet and laughing. With a sparkle of mischief in her eyes, she locked her arms around his neck. Then fell backwards, pulling him into the water with her.

He burst to the surface, gasping for air. He'd been totally unprepared for her sneak attack. Just because she'd been looking at him...he glanced around. Where in the hell had she gone? "Casey!"

It was so amazing to be able to see him from beneath the water. Although the water did sting her eyes a bit. She continued to move as he turned, keeping behind him.

Oh, god! She wasn't a strong swimmer...he hadn't felt any currents beneath the surface, but that didn't mean there wasn't a riptide within just a few feet of them. He waded deeper into the ocean, his eyes searching for her.

When he waded further from the shore she came up far enough to catch a breath of air. Then ducked under again, swimming off to his side.

When he saw her, and the wide smile on her face, he almost collapsed with relief. He couldn't, and wouldn't admonish her, after all, he had done the same thing. When he reached for her, she swam just out of his reach. He grinned broadly. This was one archaeologist who was going to succeed in capturing a mermaid!

She let out a cry of surprise when she came up for air, only to have him grab her from behind.

"Gotcha," he chuckled.

Turning in his arms, she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Forever," she replied softly.

"Forever," he agreed. He nuzzled her cheek, then captured her lips with his own. Her kiss was warm and passionate.

Casey had seen a small outcropping of rocks, and it was to them that she led him, the two of them splashing in the water as they walked. She leaned against the rock, the stone warm against her belly and breasts, and looked over her shoulder at him. "Take me," she whispered.

With a guttural moan, Daniel moved closer, wrapped his hands around her waist. She was standing with her legs far enough apart to give him easy access to her body. Their kiss had aroused him, her seductive whisper had him hard as steel. He sheathed himself in the warmth of her body, felt her shiver as he slid home.

"Mmm...I so love that feeling," she sighed breathlessly.

"Me, too, Angel," he admitted. He began to rock his hips against hers, moving slowly, gently. One hand slipped around her hip, through the tight, soft curls of her mons, down that warm slit. Searching fingers found and began to caress her swelling clit.

Making love in the ocean. I could so get used to this, she thought with a smile, as the water swirled slowly around them. Although, she was very fond of the mountains as well. Sicily had mountains, didn't it?

She was pushing back against him, her back arched slightly. He leaned forward, pressing his chest against her back. "You feel so good," he murmured, just before his lips closed over that sensitive spot behind her ear.

"So do you," she replied. Her breath was beginning to come faster as his fingers found and maintained the pace she needed.

No teasing. Not now. He wanted her to feel good...to fly...and he wanted to fly with her. He filled one hand with her breast, loving the way the hard nipple pressed into his palm, the other continued to stroke her, noting that her hips were dipping toward his fingers just before she pushed back against him, taking him fully as he thrust forward. Their rhythm was gentle...easy.

His mouth moved over her neck, his hands caressed her body, his magnificent cock filled her completely. She was indeed in paradise. With the most handsome, incredible man the gods had ever created. When he began thrusting harder, deeper, she understood that Daniel was nearing the point of no return, that his climax was just minutes away.

She was making those soft sounds of pleasure, her body was beginning to tremble against his. He shifted slightly, pressing his thigh against hers. He would know when that sexy little quiver started. When she started massaging him in that very special way he moaned out loud. Determined not to lose control before she had reached her own climax, he sped up the movement of his fingers, the tiny whimper that followed let him know that she was as close as he was. "Give it to me, babe," he whispered.

Fingers of pleasure danced up and down her spine. Lights were flashing, colors twirling when she closed her eyes. She was so close that she could feel the air moving around her as she prepared to leap off of the precipice and white clouds of ecstasy...

He wasn't going to last much longer...that most wonderful of feelings, white hot and incredible, was building up in his belly, moving into his balls...Her thigh began to quiver against his..."Now, babe," he commanded.

That whimper filled her throat, she cried out, and hurtled into the abyss, his groan of completion echoing in her ears. "Oh, Daniel," she sighed, the throbbing of his cock intensifying the pulsing of her well.

He buried his face against her neck, moaned again as the final spasms passed through his body. "Casey," he whispered, her name a prayer of thanksgiving on his lips.

They stood for a few minutes, shivering with the aftershocks of their orgasms, holding one another gently, hands moving tenderly.

"I'm hungry," she announced.

Daniel grinned. "Wore you out, didn't I?"

She turned around as soon as he had pulled away from her. "No, you did not. I said I was hungry. Not tired."

His grin widened. "And I reiterate, I wore you out. Otherwise you wouldn't be hungry."

"That is so wrong. Wearing one out means making them tired. Not hungry."

"Not necessarily. It can mean just wearing down one's resistance..."

She began to giggle. "I am not going to stand here and debate the issue. You're wrong. I'm right. Let's go eat."

He guffawed. "In your dreams woman!"

"Do you want to sleep outside tonight?"

"Never gonna happen," he replied smugly.

"And how did you come to that erroneous conclusion?" she asked, holding tightly to his hand as he led her to shore.

"Because you need me to keep you warm."

"Easy enough to just put clothes on," she returned.

"Cover my sweet beauties? I think not!" he huffed playfully.

She looked down at her breasts. Cupped them with her hands. "Hear that girls? He thinks he owns you now!"

Daniel gave a hearty laugh. "I don't know about owning them, but I damned sure adore them!"

"Package deal, Daniel."

He pinched her firm fanny. "And I love every bit of that package," he murmured into her ear.

"Wonder if I'll be able to walk out of here," she mused.

"Not if I'm very, very good."

She paused, turned to face him. "You're always good, darlin'."

He gave her a shy smile. "What you do to me," he said softly.

A  A  A  A  A  A

They were settled on the mat floor, picking through the food on the tray, sharing tidbits, discussing the things they'd seen on their morning stroll, when a high pitched cawing sound filled the air...and the palm fronds of their roof began to rustle. Casey quickly covered their food, there would be no more until tomorrow, and it was barely midday now.

The sudden flapping of wings directly above them caused her to jump with surprise. She squealed out loud when a bird, one that looked similar to a Ibis*, plunged through the palm fronds to land on the floor beside them with a 'whump!'

For a few fleeting seconds the bird and the woman stared at one another. In the same breath the woman began to scream, and the bird began to squawk. The man watching began to howl with laughter, just before the terrified creature began to flap its wings, desperate to find a way out of what surely seemed like a trap.

The wingspan was at least four feet, it seemed that the bird was juvenile, and one of those wings became entangled in the netting that surrounded the bed. Casey jumped to her feet, determined to help free the poor thing. The bird, however, decided that the human was about to do it great harm, and tried to move away, its long neck aiming the powerful, curved beak at her arm at the same time.

"Daniel, do something!"

Arms around his waist, it was all he could do to breathe as he watched the comedy play out before him. The woman and bird continued to eye each other warily, each moving jerkily to achieve their individual goals...the woman to free the bird, the bird to avoid being captured by the woman.

"Daniel!"

With effort he made it to his feet, although there was no way he could stop laughing. Casey had managed to pull the netting free, not before it had been pulled loose from the crossbeam in the ceiling. She was trying to duck each time the bird aimed that powerful-looking beak at her, although he could see that it had managed to bite her twice. There was no blood...yet...but she'd have a couple of nasty bruises for a few hours. Both bird and woman were so focused on one another at this point, Daniel was able come up behind it, grab that beak with one hand, and lock his other arm around the body. "Get the door open," he said, struggling with the bird.

Not at all pleased at this sudden turn of events, the bird let out a high-pitched screech, and tried with all its might to flap its wings.

Casey raced around the wrestling duo, tugged the cotton cover to one side. "Ready!"

Backing up slowly, not wanting to cause any more damage to the fragile hut, nor harm the bird, Daniel made his way to the opening. As soon as he felt the grass with his foot, he began to turn around, allowing the bird to see the beach that spread out before them. Certain that the creature wouldn't duck back inside from sheer panic, he released his hold.

The bird took two steps, shook itself viciously, flapped its wings as if testing to make certain they were free of any annoying hindrances, and with another screech of outrage, took off from the clearing.

Casey was examining the torn net when he went back inside. "Can it be fixed?"

"Yep." Daniel put the tray of food on the floor, and pulled the table to the side of the bed. It was just barely high enough for him to reach the top of the net, where it had been pulled free. Careful examination revealed that the net had been looped around the beam, and then tied with what appeared to be vine. Which was now shredded. Two other sections of the net were coming undone as he inspected the damage.

"Need some duct tape?"

He chortled. "Yeah, that would work."

She hurried to her pack. Surely Gracie wouldn't have taken it out..."Yes!" She pulled the roll of silver tape from the bottom of the pack, and handed it to him.

"I don't need the whole thing. Just a piece or two," he replied dryly.

"How long?"

"I dunno. About six inches, I guess."

She tore off a strip. "Here."

He took the tape, wrapped the net around the beam, and secured it. "Give me another strip, just a bit longer." When she had complied, he taped the two places that seemed in danger of coming undone. Another careful investigation and he was satisfied that the net was secure.

When he had put the table back into place, and the tray on top of it, he turned to find her glaring at him. "What?"

"That bird was attacking me and you sat there laughing."

"That bird thought you were attacking it. It was only defending itself," he countered.

"And you sat there laughing," she repeated.

He grinned unabashedly. "It was better than watching Laurel and Hardy."

She crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm glad I was so amusing," she said coolly.

Oh, hell, she was really pissed! They were together...alone...naked...in paradise...and she was going to get pissy! He moved toward her, stopped when she backed up a step. It was damned hard to keep the smile from his face. Damn it, it had been funnier than hell! "I'm sorry," he said. "Babe, if you could have seen the way you and that bird were looking at each other..."

She raised an eyebrow.

"It was funny," he muttered.

"It bit me."

"Let me see," he said softly.

She held out her arm, where two very red marks were evidence of the bird attempting to protect itself. "I just wanted to help it...it looked so scared," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I know." He examined the wounds. The skin wasn't broken...but they were on an alien planet, and anything was possible. He moved away long enough to grab his pack; searched for the emergency med kit. He opened the small blue and white box, examined the contents. Decided a wash with hydrogen peroxide pad and a touch of anti-bacterial cream should do the trick. "Do you feel okay?" he asked, as he gently cleaned and treated the bites.

"I'm fine," she replied.

When he'd finished, he put the kit back into his pack. Now that he really thought about it, the chance of her being infected by something began to worry him. He put the back of his hand to her forehead, tried to see any pain or discomfort that would be mirrored in her beautiful eyes. "You're sure?"

She nodded. "I'm sure."

"It was funny," he said, giving her a smile.

"I guess it was," Casey admitted.

"It was," he confirmed.

"You laughed at me."

"I'll make it up to you."

"I see. Just how do you plan to do that?"

With a grin, he scooped her into his arms. "Have to show you," he replied. He waited while she opened the netting. Then put her on the bed, climbed onto it beside her. Once the netting was closed around them, he lowered his head to kiss her. And began a journey of pleasure that would send the two of them spiraling among the stars, together. 

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