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Bored. B-o-r-e-d. Daniel was off-world with SG-4 for the next twenty-fours. Casey took a sip of her coffee. It was different when Daniel was in his office working and she went down to the Pit to dance and instigate lip-sync contests with any of the SFs or Marines or SG team members who happened to be there. It never failed, at some point she would look up, and Daniel would be sitting at a table, a beer in his hand, watching her, grinning like the Cheshire cat. As soon as she saw him, she would drop a quarter in the jukebox, choose one of three songs, and he would join her on the dance floor, holding her closely, whispering how much he loved her. But when he was gone, she didn’t go to the Pit. It wasn’t…right. Wasn’t the same. He wasn’t here tonight. So there would be no Pit. And she was bored.

She leaned her chin on her hand, staring down into her cup. She hated it when he was away overnight. She never slept well when he was gone, didn’t sleep well because he wasn't there to touch. She had never been able to sleep if she couldn’t touch him, not since the first night they had spent together. Not that Daniel minded. He would always smile that beautiful smile, even when she woke him up in the middle of the night practically lying on top of him. He would just pull her closer, holding her tight and safe and warm in his arms.

Casey looked up when another coffee cup appeared on the table. Sam dropped down across the table from her. "Hey, Sam, what’s up?"

Sam shook her head. "Don’t ask." She sighed. "What about you?"

"Don’t ask. Where’s Jack?"

Sam rolled her eyes. "Meetings. He’s talking to General Hammond right now. He’s not sure how long he’ll be."

"It’s a little late for meetings, isn’t it?" Casey asked, a slight frown on her face. "There’s nothing wrong is there?"

"No, this has to do with funding. You know how it is, last minute additions and adjustments. And you know how Jack loves paperwork," Sam said, rolling her eyes.

Casey smiled. "Yep. About as much as he loves ‘damned snakeheads’," she said, doing a fair imitation of the man. The two women laughed. "Well, guess I should go home." She made no move to get up.

Sam stirred more sugar into her coffee, took a sip, and wrinkled her nose. "I wonder what century this coffee was made?"

"What year is it now?" Casey asked, a grin on her face.

"Hey, let’s blow this joint. Go grab a beer over at O’Malley’s." Sam suggested, pushing the cup away.

Casey grinned. "Great idea. I hate going home without him."

Sam reached over and patted her hand. "I know. I feel the same way."

The two women stood and left the commissary together. After changing from the obligatory BDUs into jeans, they headed up and out of the mountain. The evening was warm and beautiful, and Casey sighed. If Daniel were home tonight, they’d probably lie out on the deck, just looking up at the stars, softly talking about where they had been, what they had seen. Then they’d go inside and make love. She sighed again.

A   A   A   A   A   A

O’Malley’s was a favorite hangout for the military personnel who worked in Cheyenne Mountain. When Sam and Casey walked in, several SFs, wearing their favorite civilian clothes, called out a greeting. Casey was well known for her gregarious nature, and was a favorite among the enlisted and officers alike. Even the temperamental scientists who worked among them considered her a friend.

Sam located a table near the bar. "Is this okay?"

"Sure. What do you want? First round’s on me." Casey dropped her purse onto the table as she headed towards the bar.

"Hmmm…Guinness."

Casey nodded at the bartender. "Two Guinness’. We’d like to run a tab, is that okay?"

The bartender looked at the woman standing on the other side of the bar. She was beautiful; big green eyes, a smile that could make a man forget his own name, and a body that could make a man hard just looking at her. "Sure, you can run a tab. But, I gotta have a contact in case you get too toasted to leave on your own."

"Aw, c’mon. I’m a big girl. If I have too much, I’ll just call a cab," Casey said with a smile.

The bartender shook his head. "Sorry, sweetie, that’s a house rule."

The smile faded a bit from her face, and she slapped her left hand down on the bar. "See those rings? The only man who can call me ‘sweetie’ is the man who's wearing the matching band to this one."

The bartender cleared his throat and nodded. "I hear ya loud and clear. But I still have to have a contact."

Casey grinned. "Okay, but promise me that if we get too wasted to drive, you’ll just call a cab for us, okay? We are capable of taking care of ourselves." She scribbled out Jack’s name and cell phone number.

"You got it." The bartender handed her the beers, pocketed the slip of paper, and then turned to his other customers.

Sam had been watching the exchange, a slight frown on her face. "What was that all about?" she asked, when Casey returned to the table.

"I had to give him a contact number to run a tab. Guess it’s so they have somebody to call and come get us if we get too wild."

"I’m not planning on getting wild," Sam said, still frowning.

"Me, either. I’m here for a couple of beers, just enough to relax me so I can sleep," Casey replied. She looked around, smiling at familiar faces, listening to the music that played from the juke box. "So, tell me, how’s life with Jack?"

Sam blushed, then grinned. "It’s been…great. I think my favorite part is when he makes me breakfast in bed."

"Ooooo…breakfast in bed?"

"Yep," Sam said, ducking her head, grinning. "He makes me waffles with strawberries and whipped cream."

Casey grinned wickedly. "Uh huh. How much of the whipped cream goes on the waffles?"

"Casey!" Sam blushed and giggled. "At least a quarter of it." The two women giggled. "You can’t tell me that Daniel has never made you breakfast in bed!"

"Oh, he makes me breakfast in bed every chance he gets," Casey replied, wiggling her eyebrows. "I’ve made him breakfast in bed a time or two."

"You are wicked." Sam giggled again, then took a sip of her beer, watching two Marines who were playing pool. "Want to shoot some pool?"

"Sure."

It didn’t take long, one game actually, and the two women of SG-1 were running the table.

"Step right up, gentlemen, everybody’s welcome, all offers accepted," Casey called, as she chalked her cue once again.

"I have an offer," said a tall, dark haired man with dancing brown eyes. Tony Sabotti, a sergeant on SG-6. Casey had worked with SG-6 a few times, and she and Tony had developed a friendship based on their love of music and laughter.

"Now this I gotta hear," she replied, grinning at him.

"You do a tequila shot for every ball you miss." He was eager to see what Mrs. Daniel Jackson was like with a few drinks in her. Not that he had any wicked plans for her; he knew…hell, the entire base knew…that for Casey, only Daniel existed. But it would be fun to see what this outgoing, laughter-loving woman would be like if she were a little…looser. He was dying to know just how wicked her already irreverent sense of humor could get.

Casey raised an eyebrow. "Uh, Tony, reality check here. We aren’t missing any balls."

Tony’s grin widened. "So, it’s an easy win for you."

Sam and Casey exchanged a look. The tall blonde colonel shrugged, and the slender blonde Immortal grinned. "You’re on. Tequila shots, one each for every ball we miss."

Tony slapped money down on the table, and motioned for the waitress. "Line up some shots, okay? Tequila…good stuff, none of that cheap crap."

The next game went much as the first three had, Casey missed one shot, Sam missed one. The two women drank down their shots without complaining. The fifth game Sam missed one ball, and Casey missed one. Again, the women drank the tequila without so much as a peep. The sixth and seventh games mirrored the fifth. By the eighth game, Casey was feeling the effects of the liquor, and one look at Sam told her that her best friend was in the same shape that she was. They lost the ninth game, and good-naturedly relinquished control of the table, downing the required amount of tequila before heading for their table.

The jukebox was playing loudly, thumping out excellent dance music. Casey looked for and found Tony, and pulled him to the dance floor. When Sam would have continued toward the bar, she grabbed her best friend, and the three of them gyrated to the beat of the music. The remaining members of 6 joined them, to the entertainment of the others in the bar.

"Oh, wow," Casey said, dropping down in the chair at their table after several dances. She blew a kiss to Tony where he sat on the other side of the room. He grinned and ‘caught it’, and blew one to her in return. "I think I’m drunk."

Sam giggled. "Me, too." She took another drink of her beer. At least a dozen empty bottles littered the table. "Okay, you know about the whipped cream. My turn to find out something about you and Daniel."

Casey blushed. "Gee, seems to me that most everybody knows more about our sex life than they should."

Sam laughed. "I want details, girlfriend."

The younger woman blew out a breath, then grinned. "Have you ever been into ‘Lover’s Package’?"

The other woman gaped at her. "No way! You’ve been in there?"

Casey nodded. "We were driving by the shopping center where it was, I didn’t even know there was one there, and I said something like, ‘wow, there’s a Lover’s Package’, and Daniel just looked at me and grinned, and the next thing I knew, we were in there."

"No way! Did you…uh…buy anything?"

"Fifty dollars worth," Casey said, blushing.

"What?" Sam’s voice echoed throughout the bar. Several of the other patrons, including Tony and the other guys from SG-6, turned to look at them. The guys from 6 were grinning broadly at the two women. She looked around, then leaned closer to Casey. "What all did you…he…buy?"

"Oh, Sam, you have to swear that you won’t tell anybody," Casey said, blushing brightly.

Sam held up her fingers in the Girl Scout salute. "I swear I won’t tell a soul."

"Not even Jack."

"Okay, I swear."

"Pinky swear."

Sam held out her little finger. "Pinky swear."

Casey solemnly linked her little finger with Sam’s, then took a deep breath. "Well, he got a couple of videos and some flavored massage oils."

Sam began to giggle. "So, have you…uh…watched the videos?"

"Oh yeah," Casey said, the tone of her voice earning her a double take from Sam. She blushed. "One of them is sort of like… instructional…they sort of give you ideas on new things to try. The other one is…well…you know."

"Wow," Sam said quietly. "Maybe I should take Jack in there," she said.

Casey snorted, then laughed out loud. "I just can’t imagine Jack in there!"

"Hey, I can’t imagine Daniel in there, or watching skin flicks!" The two women looked at each other for a minute, then began laughing.

"You know," Casey confided, "my Stud Muffin is quite a wild man, behind that scholarly persona." She took a swig of beer. "So, do you have any pet names for Jack?"

Sam giggled. "Sweetcheeks."

Casey laughed. "No kidding? General Sweetcheeks. I like it!" They burst out laughing again. They signaled for another round of beers.

It was nearly closing time, and still Sam and Casey sat talking and laughing.

The bartender approached the table to collect the empties. "Last call, ladies," he said. He had been a bartender long enough to know that neither woman was in any condition to go anywhere alone, and he hated the idea of putting a woman this drunk alone in a cab. He pulled the piece of paper with Jack’s phone number on it out of his pocket and headed for the phone.

A   A   A   A   A   A

SG-4 had returned early due to a sandstorm that had started ravaging the area. Daniel was in Jack’s office giving him a report of how much they had been able to accomplish when the older man’s cell phone rang.

"O’Neill."

"Uh, yes sir. This is Doug over at O’Malley’s. I have a couple of blondes here, real lookers, drunk as skunks. I can just put ‘em into a cab, but I kinda hate to do that with women who are alone and going to separate addresses. You wanna come get ‘em?"

Jack grinned. "Oh, yeah. I’ll be right there." He hung up and looked at Daniel. "Guess who’s over at O’Malley’s, drunk as skunks, to quote Doug the bartender?"

"You’re kidding? Sam?"

"And Casey. He said two blondes, real lookers."

Daniel shook his head. "This should be interesting." The two men grinned at one another as they left on a mission to recover their wives.

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The bar was closed, but the bartender unlocked the door when Jack knocked on the window and pointed to the two inebriated women.

Casey looked up as the two men entered. "General Sweetcheeks! And my Stud Monkey!"

Jack flinched at the name and looked at Sam. "You told her that?"

"Oh, it’s okay, sir," Sam giggle. "She won’t tell anybody about your sweet cheeks, and I won’t tell anybody about the skinny movies."

"Skinny movies?" An eyebrow shot up, and the older man turned to look at his companion. "Anything you want to share, Stud Monkey?"

Daniel blushed. "Casey, you are such a hussy," he moaned.

"That’s okay, Space Muffin," she giggled, "you love me anyway."

"I damn well do love you, even when you tell Sam things you shouldn’t," he grinned, shaking his head. He should be upset about Casey telling Sam about their videos. But from the looks of the women, they probably wouldn’t remember much of anything come morning. And Jack he could blackmail into silence with ‘General Sweetcheeks’.

Casey tried to stand to her feet, swayed precariously, and fell into Jack’s arms. "Hey, who’s the smart ass shaking the floor?"

Jack handed the drunken woman off to Daniel. "Here’s yours. I’ll get mine. Geez, you two are totally drunk," he said.

"Oh, I am not so think as you drunk I am," Casey said, leaning heavily against Daniel. She looked up at her husband. "I am not incoxitated."

"Whatever you say, babe," Daniel replied, grinning. He pulled her against him.

"C’mon, colonel," Jack was saying, pulling Sam to her feet.

"Sir, yes sir. You can let go. I’m perfectly caba…caba …capab… I can stand up on my own, sir," she said, holding onto the table for support.

"Carter, you have to let go of the table to get to the door," Jack said, grinning.

"Right, sir." Sam let go of her support, and slipped to the floor. "What the hell happened?" she demanded as Jack picked her up.

"Excuse me, but there’s a bar tab that has to be paid," the bartender said, coming towards them with the bill. He showed it to Jack, who had his hands full of Carter.

"Holy shit! How many beers did these two drink?" Jack asked, trying to hold onto Sam, who was having difficulty keeping her legs from buckling, and get his wallet from his back pocket.

"About a nine each. And they had about a dozen shots of tequila each, too."

Daniel looked down at Casey, who was barely conscious at this point. "Damn!" He was also trying to get money from his wallet and support her weight.

"Oh, for crying out loud," Jack exclaimed. "Sit, Carter," he said, dropping her onto a chair. He pulled his wallet from his pocket and handed two fifty dollar bills to the bartender. "I’ll pay this time, Stud Monkey," he grinned.

Daniel groaned. When Casey was sober enough, he was going to kill her. Jack didn’t need any encouragement in the nicknames department. He already had two he could live without, which had now morphed into four. Yep, he was going to kill his Wife. He might not even wait until she sobered up!

Casey passed out as soon as Daniel carried her outside. He managed to get her into the jeep, and was buckling her in when she began to mumble. "Can’t sleep without my Stud Muffin. Too cold. Just gonna relax so I can sleep." He stroked her cheek, pushed a stray lock of blonde silk from her face, and tenderly kissed her lips.

She opened her eyes, and saw Daniel’s face just inches from her own. "Oh, Daniel! My Stud Muffin!" She reached up and touched his face. "You’re really here?"

"I’m really here, babe," he replied.

"Good. I’m tired." She pulled his arm against her chest, holding it with both hands like a pillow, and closed her eyes.

He smiled, and extracted his arm from her grasp as gently as he could, then went around to the driver’s side of the jeep. He looked over to see that Jack had managed to get Sam into his Suburban. "See ya tomorrow, General Sweetcheeks."

"Daniel, if you ever call me that again, I’ll shoot you," Jack warned with a growl.

Daniel laughed. "See ya later, Jack."

"Yeah, later. We are definitely going to have a talk about those…uh…skinny movies," Jack said.

"I don’t think so," was all Daniel said. He started the jeep, and waved as he pulled out of the parking lot.

Getting Casey into the house was relatively easy, she was still passed out, so he carried her in and put her on the bed. He had to move her from one side to the other as he moved pillows and turned down the comforter. He pulled her boots from her feet, and then carefully undressed her. He tucked her under the blankets, then watched as she immediately rolled towards his side of the bed, her hand searching for him. He undressed, and slid into bed beside her. Within minutes she was cuddled against him, her head finding its way to his shoulder. He held her, kissed the top of her head. He didn’t sleep well without her soft, warm body against his, either. But she was here, wrapped around him like a blanket. He closed his eyes and drifted to sleep.

A   A   A   A   A   A

Casey opened one eye and groaned as the light forced its way into her brain. Which was pounding. She lay still, waiting until the pain faded. Being Immortal had its advantages, she thought. She could feel Daniel beside her, wondered when he had come home, and how she had managed to get home and into bed. She cuddled closer to the man she loved, smiled sleepily when his arm tightened around her.

"Casey Renee Jackson, I'm going to kill you," Daniel said softly.

She had almost been asleep again when she heard him. Oh god, what had she done last night? She cast about in her brain to try to remember something, anything. She had played pool, drank tequila shots for every ball missed, they had lost a game, she thought there had been some dancing, and then she and Sam had gone back to their table, had another beer…and then what? She tried to pretend she was asleep.

"I know you’re awake," he said again, his voice still soft.

She groaned and tried to roll away from him. His arm held her tight. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. He did not look happy. What had she done? Oh, god, she hadn’t, like, kissed somebody had she? Tony was there, and they had danced a couple of times…oh, god, not Tony! Surely she hadn’t…Tony wouldn’t take advantage of the situation, he knew that she was crazy in love with her husband!

Daniel looked down at her, struggled to keep his face arranged in a scowl. He could tell she didn’t have a clue about most of the night. "Do you have any idea what you’ve done? How could you?"

A single tear rolled slowly down her cheek. "I’m so sorry, Daniel. I…I don’t…I don’t remember what I did, but if I hurt you…oh god, I’m sorry!" By the time she had finished speaking, she was crying.

Aw, hell! He'd only meant to tease her a little, let her know that she had armed Jack with two new nicknames. He doubted that she or Sam would remember a thing about the ‘skinny movies’. "Babe, it’s okay, you didn’t…I was just going to…"

She pulled away from him and crawled out of the bed. She grabbed her robe and headed for the bathroom.

He was out of the bed and following her. She was standing in the bathroom, clinging to 'her' pedestal sink. She looked up at him, her misery fully reflected in her eyes. "Casey, babe, you didn’t do anything horrible. I was just going to tease you about being so drunk last night."

"I didn’t…uh…get…uh…out of line?" she asked, a spark of hope shining through her tears.

Daniel put his arms around her and pulled her close. "The worst thing you did was give Jack two new nicknames to call me. Well, I think you told Sam about our…uh…private videos."

Casey closed her eyes. That she remembered doing. "Sam pinky swore that she’d never tell anybody, not even Jack."

He fought down the urge to laugh. "I think the alcohol may have helped that slip out."

"So…what did I call you?"

"Space Muffin and Stud Monkey."

She groaned. "I did not do that, tell me I didn’t do that."

"Oh, you did it all right. Right after you called Jack ‘General Sweetcheeks’."

"I wasn’t supposed to tell anybody that Sam told me that!" she wailed, shaking her head.

"Babe, as much as you two drank last night, I’m surprised you weren’t giving out the codes to the gate!"

"Uh oh," She said, a fleeting image of a young man, a napkin, and a request for her phone number.

Daniel pulled away from her and looked down at her. "You gave out gate codes?"

"I think there was a guy who kept bothering me for my phone number."

He couldn’t help it. He laughed out loud. "Wonder who he’ll wind up reaching if he uses that number?"

Casey shrugged. She turned and put her arms around Daniel’s neck. "So how did you happen to come to O’Malley’s and find me in my…uh… condition?"

"Sandstorm. I was in Jack’s office when the bartender called."

"So you brought me home?"

He nodded, pulling her close. "Yep. And I didn’t even take advantage of you," he said, grinning.

She snorted. "From the sounds of it, I wasn’t in any shape to be taken advantage of. You don’t like it unless I’m participating."

"True." He tightened his arms around her, nuzzled her ear, blew softly, then caught her earlobe in his teeth. "You look capable of participating now," he whispered.

Casey shivered when Daniel began planting warm, tiny kisses behind her ear. Flames began to lick the sides of her body, following the path of his hands. Her own hands were igniting fire in his body as she touched him, reaching for the swelling flesh that rose to meet her fingertips. "Oh, I think I could manage a move or two."

His breath caught in his throat when her hand began to massage him. "That’s a good move right there," he whispered.

With a grin, Casey began to move towards the bedroom, leading him literally by his erection. They tumbled onto the bed, giggling, kissing, touching. "Sit up," she whispered, helping him to sit up on the bed. When he was positioned, she lowered herself onto his shaft, sighing as she took him deeply into her body. She stared into his eyes as she moved up and down, his hands on her firm ass, offering assistance. "A helping hand?" she whispered, begging.

"Anything you want, babe," he replied, sliding one hand between them and stroking that nub that brought her such delight. With a smile at her, he caught a nipple in his mouth and began to suckle. It didn’t take long until she was whimpering, the sound like music to his ears. "Don’t stop, keep riding me, don’t you dare stop," he whispered.

Casey obeyed, relying on his help to keep her body in motion when her climax rocked her. The continued stimulation made her cry out, the pleasure on the verge of pain. When Daniel cried out his completion, her body was shuddering once again. She went limp in his arms, her head on his shoulder. "How was that?"

Daniel grinned. "I like the way you participate." He fell back onto the bed, stretched his legs out, and pulled her down on top of him. Almost always they ended their lovemaking this way, with her lying on top of him, he still inside her body, holding her close.

"I love you, Daniel."

"I love you, too, Casey," he replied, kissing her temple. His hands moved lazily up and down her back. He grinned, then chuckled.

"What’s so funny?"

"I was just wondering, which am I…your Stud Monkey, or your Space Muffin?"

She giggled. "You’re talented, my love. You’re both."

"Damn, I am good then," he chuckled.

"Damned good," she smiled, looking up at him.

He smiled in return, then drifted to sleep.

Casey waited until he was snoring softly before she eased her body away from his. She kissed him gently on the lips, then took a leisurely shower. She wondered how Sam was, if Jack had been angry with her for revealing her nickname for him. When she had pulled on her jeans and a tee shirt, she went to the kitchen to call. She poured herself a cup of coffee, Daniel’s caffeine addiction now her own after so many years with him.

"Hello?"

Casey felt her heart leap into her throat. "Oh…uh…hi, Jack."

"Hello, Casey."

When Jack O’Neill sounded that friendly, anger lurked around the corner. She cleared her throat. "Uh, Jack, Daniel told me about…well…about my comment. I swear to god, I’ll never tell anybody. I promised Sam, and I keep my promises."

On the other end of the line Jack was having a difficult time keeping a straight face. "You’d damn well better," he barked, hoping that he didn’t sound as if he were laughing, which he was dangerously close to doing. Sam had been so contrite that she had served him waffles in bed, with strawberries and whipped cream, and a heavenly serving of herself as well.

"Uh, can I talk to her?"

"Hang on."

Casey poured cream into her coffee, added a spoonful of sugar. She took a sip, swearing silently when she burned the tip of her tongue.

"Oh, Casey, do you have any idea what happened last night?" Sam said as soon as she came onto the line.

"Some. Daniel told me that I called Jack ‘General Sweetcheeks’ when he came in, and that I gave Jack two new nicknames for him."

"Stud Monkey and Space Muffin. Jack’s been laughing about them all morning."

"I think I gave a gate code out…to some guy who kept bothering me for my phone number."

"Casey, you didn’t!" Sam exclaimed, her voice full of dread.

"I’m not sure, but I think I did."

There was silence one the other end of the line, then abrupt laughter. "Do you remember which one it was?"

Casey frowned. "No, why?"

"Because the way the codes are set up, this guy could wind up calling an ‘ooo-baby-ooo’ line in Asia."

Casey giggled. "That’s what he gets for bothering me," she retorted. She heard Daniel moving around, heading into the bathroom. "I have to go, Daniel’s awake."

"I thought he was awake earlier, you said you talked to him," Sam said.

"He was. I wore him out and he went back to sleep," Casey replied with a grin.

Sam chuckled. "Uh, Case?"

"Yeah, Sam?"

"I think we’d better wait awhile before we have another girl’s night out. I don’t think the guys could handle it if we have a repeat of last night too soon."

"The guys? Sam, I don’t think I could handle it if we did that too soon. Next time I might do worse than calling Jack ‘General Sweetcheeks’ and creating more nicknames for Daniel. Next time, definitely no tequila."

"Definitely. No tequila. Ever."

"Right. Talk to you later."

"’Kay. Later."

Casey hung up the phone. Nope, she wasn’t drinking tequila ever again. Well, not until the next time she and Sam had a girl’s night out.

The End

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