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When Two  Hearts Collide

Daniel'd had the foresight to put out the 'Do Not Disturb' sign before locking them into the room the night before, when Casey had disappeared into the bathroom. So it was nearly ten a.m. when the slamming of a door brought her from peaceful slumber. Neighbors upstairs were fighting again, she thought sleepily. She opened her eyes, stared at a wall that wasn't the one she was accustomed to seeing. Something warm and hard was behind her…around her. She smiled. Daniel. His face was pressed against her shoulder, she could feel the warmth of his breath against her skin. His chest was against her back, one arm over her head on the pillow, the other around her waist holding her close to his body. One leg was thrown over the top of both of hers.

Slamming door. Didn't usually hear that…wait…where the hell was he? He rolled his eyes, instinct honed from years of going through the 'gate kept him still until he could assess the situation. Sweet. Something smelled sweet, and soft…and long blonde hair…he grinned. Casey. He was wrapped around Casey. Images of what had transpired in the bed he was lying on danced through his head. Around the World. She had given him everything she was the night before, and into the wee hours of the morning, her passion lighting fire after fire in his body. Four times. Had he ever come four times in one night before?

She shifted slightly, not easy to do considering he hadn't moved away from her. She looked up into incredible blue eyes.

"'Morning, gorgeous," he said softly.

That sexy, half-shy smile was enough to send her heart into palpitations! "'Morning, handsome," she replied.

That smile was all he needed to make his day right. No matter what else happened today, that smile would see him through. His gaze lingered on those pink lips. Yep. Gotta kiss her, he decided.

His fingers were already caressing her breasts, his hand moving gently from one to the other and back again when his lips pressed against hers. His tongue moved against her lips, and she gasped, opening to him, felt his tongue slide into her mouth, stroking her, arousing her.

Daniel pulled away from her and looked down at those beautiful breasts. "And how are my beauties this morning?" he asked, before kissing each pink tip.

Casey giggled. "I'll bet your mother was challenged trying to wean you from the breast," she teased.

"Wouldn't know," he replied casually, trailing kisses from one taut peak to the other, stopping long enough to leave a nice purple mark in that sweet valley between those perfect boobs. He smiled against her skin as her breath became more erratic.

She knew what she wanted. She tugged at his shoulders until he finally shifted, his body poised above hers. Her hand moved between them, found him hard and ready for her. She stroked him gently, pointed her hips upward, and guided him between her wet folds.

He was as eager to make love as she seemed to be, but concern for her well being made him hesitate. She'd barely been able to move when they had finished making love, he knew that she had to be sore…her legs were around his waist, pulling him closer, he could feel the tip of his shaft caressed by those soft, moist nether lips. "Case…"

"Please," she whispered.

Passionate…amazing…with a soft moan he pushed forward, slowly…gently, trying not to hurt her. So damned good! He closed his eyes, savored the feeling of that warm well wrapping around him like a fist, could feel her using those muscles deep inside to massage the length of him.

There wasn't a feeling in the world that could compare to having him inside her, taking all of that magnificent erection into her needy body. Full…completely, absolutely full. She moved her hips up and down, the coarse, dark blond hair that surrounded his shaft rubbing against her. She sighed with pleasure when he began to move, thrusting gently at first.

Yep. Insatiable. She's going to be insatiable. Which, his brain informed him, was a very good thing, because no way would his cock be happy without greeting her at least once a day. He was greedy for her, and the incredible sensations that sweet, sexy body could give him.

Casey was a quick study. She'd learned how to get the stimulation she wanted…needed…craved…by rubbing against him each time his hips pressed against hers. Her body was certain that there was more to be had. She wasn't even aware that her hands had moved until she realized she had two handfuls of that amazing ass. The feeling of those muscles working as he moved in and out of her was enough to give her shivers. She grabbed onto him, and began to grind against him, taking what her body was demanding.

He grinned against the soft skin of her shoulder. He loved it when she was out of control. He stilled his movements, pushed deep and stayed there, letting her move the way she wanted to, the actions as pleasing to him as they appeared to be to her.

Oh, goddess yes! That's what I'm talking about, she thought, panting slightly. She could feel the fingers of pleasure move up and down her spine. More, she needed more!

She'd shifted again, her arms were locked around his shoulders, her legs were around his waist, clinging tightly. He had no clue how she was doing it, but she was moving her hips up and down against him, and had somehow found the leverage to slide back and forth, moving that warm little twat around his swollen shaft until he thought he'd lose his mind.

When he pushed himself up on his arms, began to pound into her, she trembled with pleasure. Sweet release was within her grasp…she continued to rub her hips against his, pushing against him each time she met his thrusts.

He reached for her legs, pushed them against her shoulders. Oh, yeah…she could take every inch of him, and he wanted to feel every bit of her! He saw the quiver in those slender thighs just before the sweetest sound of all filled her throat, built up into an aria of love. When the warmth of her honey splashed against his thighs, he gave a grunt and began to move harder, faster, pushing deeper into that willing body. Her fingers were tugging at his nipples, the added stimulation sent him over the edge, and he cried out her name as he began to fill her.

He was breathing hard when he dropped down on top of her. She held him close, whispered her love in his ear, even as her own breathing began to slow once again.

His arm went beneath her hips, and he rolled over. "Love you," he whispered.

"Love you, too."

"Ready to take a shower, and go find some breakfast?"

"I could be persuaded," she smiled. She sat up, looked down at him. "There's a IHOP near here, if that's okay."

"Works for me," he replied. Her hands were moving in slow circles over his chest. He closed his eyes, savored the feeling of her gentle touch.

"I never dreamed it could be this way," she whispered.

He opened his eyes. Looked into emerald green pools that were full of love…and amazement. "What could be this way?"

"Love. I…I just never thought anyone could…would ever love me," she said wistfully.

There it was. Sadness. That damned low self-esteem. She had been told she was unattractive…unlovable. And she'd believed every word of every lie. "You're a beautiful woman, Case, full of passion…you have so much love to give. I don't just love you, babe. I'm in love with you. And yeah, it is pretty amazing, isn't it?"

She couldn't help but smile at his words. "I'm in love with you, too."

The smile that lit her face was enough to light the city of Tacoma! Her eyes smiled down at him, her love reflected so deeply that it took his breath away. "Mine. You're mine. My Destiny. My Lover. My Wife."

Her heart pounded against her ribs. His Wife. His Wife. She'd listened to him introduce himself as her fiancé, yet the idea of marriage hadn't actually settled into her brain. "Wife?"

"Wife," he replied firmly. "Technically, according to the customs and laws of about a dozen different cultures I could name, last night most definitely made you my Wife."

She shook her head. "There was no ceremony, no gods were invoked to bless the union, no vows exchanged, no dowry given or received, no agreements reached…"

He grinned. Arguing with her was going to be as much fun as sparring verbally with Jack. "Excuse me, but that was you in this bed last night, right?"

"Yes."

"Did I tell you that I love you?"

She nodded.

"Did you tell me that you love me?"

Again she nodded.

"Do you believe that I love you?"

"Yes," she replied softly. That love had been in his incredible blue eyes, had been in every touch, every caress.

"And I believe that you love me. So I'd say that those were vows exchanged."

"Oh, that is so not true! Declarations of love are not vows!"

He grinned. "Are so."

"Are not!"

"Sure they are."

She began to giggle. "Explain how a declaration of love can be a vow!"

"Easy. When I say I love you, it means that I belong to you - heart, mind, body and soul. That I'll protect you, take care of you, do my best to make you happy. Give you everything you need…that you want." He watched her eyes soften with love. "It means that you're my Destiny, and I'm never going to let you go."

If she hadn't already been head-over-heels in love with him, those beautiful words would have sent her falling into love so quickly she would have been motion sick! "That is the most beautiful thing I've ever heard." She grinned. "But it's still not a vow."

He reached up to cup her cheek. "I, Daniel, take you Casey, to be my Wife, from this day forward; for better, for worse, in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, till death do us part."

She gasped slightly at the love that filled his eyes. Ran her finger over his whisker-covered jaw. "I, Casey, take you Daniel, to be my Husband, from this day forward; for better, for worse, in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, till death do us part."

Daniel pulled her close, claimed her lips with his own. "I now pronounce us man and Wife," he said, when he finally released her.

Casey began to giggle. "You really hate to lose an argument, don't you?"

"I wasn't losing."

"Yes you were."

"No I wasn't."

"Yes, you were."

"How much time did you spend with Jack?"

"Jack?"

"Colonel O'Neill."

She frowned. "None, why?"

"Because you sound just like him!"

"I like Jack."

He couldn't help but laugh at the look of mischief that filled her eyes. He pulled her close, hugged her tightly, kissed the side of her head. "Shower, woman, before I die of starvation."

"Not even three minutes and it starts," she groused, pulling away from him.

"Huh?"

"We haven't even been married three minutes and you're getting bossy." She got off of the bed, walked across the room to her duffel bag.

He chuckled. "Yeah, but you love me anyway."

She turned around and winked at him. "Yep."

His heart did a happy dance in his chest as he winked back. Damn, life really is good! A thought...an emotion that he'd never believed he would experience again.  Daniel pulled himself from the bed. Took clean boxers and his ditty bag from his duffel. Followed her into the bathroom. What an absolutely incredible ass!

"I suppose you think we should shower together?"

He grinned. "Yep."

She giggled, shook her head slightly. Her toiletry bag went onto the counter. She put her shampoo, conditioner and shower gel on the edge of the tub. Turned around to find him watching her. "What?"

"You are so beautiful," he said softly.

"You're the most handsome man I've ever seen," she replied, her voice soft, full of awe. She reached out, ran a finger down his chest. Felt her heart swell with pride as she watched his body stir to full arousal from the simple touch.

"What you do to me," he whispered. He reached for her, pulled her close. The sweet smell of her hair, her skin, the warmth of her body pressed against him had him on fire for her once again. He'd never been so needy before! He gasped when her soft hand closed around him, stroked him gently. "Let's make love in the shower."

Casey moved away from him long enough to turn on the water. When it was warm, they stepped into the tub, pulled the shower curtain closed around them.

Daniel took her hands, kissed each palm gently, letting his tongue move over the soft skin, then turned her to face the wall. One hand moved over her breasts, caressing them, massaging them, moving from one to the other, tugging at hard, pink nipples. The other hand slipped around her hip and between her thighs. Fingers sought, found that swelling nub at the top of her folds, teased it gently. When she was breathing hard, her hips pushing against his hand, he slid a knee between her legs, pushed gently until she had spread her thighs far enough to give him access to her sweet flesh. He gasped out loud when she reached behind her, guided him between her wet folds.

She sighed as he pushed forward, filling her once again. "I love that feeling," she whispered.

"Which one would that be?" he asked breathlessly as he began to move in and out of her, slowly, gently.

"The feeling of having you inside me, being so completely full of you," she replied, her own voice breathless.

"Love being inside you, babe," he said, dropping kisses on her bare shoulder. He found and maintained a steady pace, her hips pushing back against his with every thrust he made. It didn't take long before that slender thigh was quivering against his, and that beautiful whimper filled her throat. His fingers never stopped moving as she cried out, her body bucking against his. The convulsions of her well around his throbbing cock pushed him closer to the edge of the cliff.

He put both hands on her hips, began driving into her again and again and again, pulling nearly all the way out before plunging back inside her. She leaned against the cold wall, the sensations overwhelming as her second climax washed over her. He was throbbing hard and fast, and when he whispered her name, she could feel each pulse that sent his creamy love into her. "I love you," she whispered.

Arms around her, his face pressed against her neck, he smiled. "I love you, too."

"So, is the anaconda satisfied for awhile?"

He cracked up. "Smartass."

"Yeah, I know. You love my ass, though."

"I certainly do," he replied, letting his hands move over the gentle curves of her hips and ass.

"I'm starving."

"Let's get cleaned up."

With an innocent smile, Casey picked up the cloth she had used in the wee hours of the morning for their bath, grabbed his shower gel, and began to bathe him.

Daniel closed his eyes as she gently, lovingly washed him, not one inch of his body untouched by her soft hands. Six times in twelve hours. Hell, he hadn't come six times in the past year! He sighed happily. As incredible as the physical aspect of their love was, and it was mind-blowingly incredible, it was the warmth of her love as it wrapped around him, the sunshine that filled her eyes when she smiled, that poured into him, and filled every empty place in his heart that was the most precious. Every place he searched now, he found her. The loneliness that had been his only companion for so very long had been banished. And it felt wonderful!

When she'd made certain that there wasn't any soap left anywhere on his skin, Daniel took the cloth, rinsed it well, then poured her shower gel onto it. His blue eyes were blazing with love as he carefully washed her, his hands soothing as they moved over her slick skin. This was something she could grow accustomed to very quickly, she thought, as his hands worked over her back. When he'd finished rinsing her, he turned her around, let the water run down her back. He got her hair wet, filled his hand with her shampoo, and began to wash it.

He smiled when she closed her eyes as he worked the shampoo through that long, blonde silk, the wet tendrils wrapping themselves around his fingers. "Promise me something," he said softly.

"Anything," she sighed.

His smile widened. "Don't ever cut your hair."

She opened her eyes, looked up at him. "Why?"

"I love the way it touches me when we make love, the way it hides us from the world when you lean over me. I love the way it feels in my hands," he said softly.

It was her turn to smile. "I promise."

He gave her a quick kiss, began to rinse the foamy suds from her head. "How do you do the conditioner?"

She giggled when he grabbed the bottle and held it away from her when she reached for it.

"Just tell me."

"Pour some in your hand," she replied. "Rub your hands together a little, then work it from the roots to the tips."

He nodded, then carefully followed her instructions.

"I usually let it set in my hair for a few minutes," she said, grabbing his bottle of shampoo. "Get your hair wet."

With a grin he obeyed. Sighed when those soft hands began to massage his scalp. "You have the most amazing hands," he told her.

"Not as good as yours," she replied.

He couldn't help but chuckle. "Thinks so, huh?"

"Know so." She rinsed the short dark blonde locks, making certain that none of the soap ran into his eyes.

"Ready to have your hair rinsed?"

She nodded, closed her eyes, and let him do the work. Yes, it would be very easy to become accustomed to this. She smiled when she felt his lips on her neck. It was a kiss full of love…gentle and sweet.

Her head was back, that elegant throat exposed, he couldn't help but press his lips against that soft, fragrant skin. "Mine," he growled softly.

"Yours, forever," she promised.

Daniel sprayed shaving foam into his hand, spread it over his face. Watched her in the mirror as she applied lotion to every inch of that amazing body. She'd grabbed the towel again, and was using it on her hair.

"That is so sexy," she murmured softly.

"What?"

"A man wearing nothing but blue jeans, shaving," she replied, her eyes moving over him again and again as she brushed the tangles from her hair.

He grinned, tucked that tidbit of information away for later use. "Where exactly is it that you work?" he asked, carefully dragging the razor over his skin.

"Hightower Containers, Inc," she replied. "Why?"

"I thought we'd stop there after breakfast. Before we go to South Center."

She jerked, looked up at him. "The mall?"

"Yep."

"Why?"

"You'll see."

Casey frowned slightly. Couldn't think of a reason he would need to stop at the mall. She shrugged mentally. Maybe he needed a package of boxers or something. She glanced at her bottle of lotion. Maybe she'd stop and get a new bottle, that one was almost empty. She pulled on her panties and bra. Daniel was finished at the sink, he shook the excess water from his toothbrush, then put everything he had used back into his ditty bag. She hurried over to plug in her hair dryer. Brushed her teeth first, then grabbed her hairbrush and began to work it through her hair, moving the dryer above the round bristles.

He watched as she dried her hair, how she flipped it over her head and made sure the underside of the long, thick locks was dry as well. When she tossed it back over her shoulders, he thought it was the sexiest thing he'd seen. Images of those blonde tresses on his body while her head moved up and down over his raging cock flashed through his brain, bringing a smile to his face. That, he argued, was sensual, erotic. And was making him hard. He sat back in the chair, content to watch her put on her makeup. She used very little. Some sort of lotion. He grinned when she waved her hands in front of her face to dry it. Eye shadow, just at the very edges of her eyelids. Mascara. A bit of blush. Lip-gloss. She was gorgeous.

She caught him watching her, smiled shyly. She pulled on her jeans, and a light pink, tunic-length sweater. She wrapped a long scarf around her waist, the pinks and oranges in it a perfect compliment to her sweater. She watched him tug a gray sweater over his chest. When she sat down on the bed to pull on her boots, he sat down beside her.

"I was wondering if you'd mind making a stop this afternoon. I know you need to get your stereo and CD's packed. But I don't make it this way often, and there's someone I'd like to drop by and say hello to."

"That's fine, Daniel," she replied.

"He's a professor of anthropology at the University of Washington. We went to grad school together, he sort of took me under his wing; he was in his late twenties, I'd just turned twenty-two," he said softly. "Mike was probably the closest friend I had during that time of my life." Mike had been the first real friend that Daniel'd ever had. He'd stopped trying to make friends after moving to the third foster home. It hadn't been until meeting Jack that Daniel had discovered what a best friend was. But Mike had come close, even if the two young men had never had the type of relationship he enjoyed with Jack.

"Then you certainly must see him," she said. "In fact, you could just drop me off at the apartment, and go on and see him if you want. You could stop at the mall on your way."

He smiled. Shook his head. "Nope. You have to be with me to go to the mall. And I want Mike to meet you."

"Why?" she asked, honestly puzzled at the need for her to meet his friend.

The smile turned to a grin. "Mike and I have stayed in touch over the years. I can't tell him what I'm doing, of course, but he never turned his back on me, even when the rest of academia did. He knew about Sha're…right after the one-year remembrance ceremony for her death, I took some time off. Mike and I met in Houston-"

She giggled. "Houston?"

"Yeah, there was a convention, he was one of the keynote speakers. I didn't dare show up for the seminars, too many people would've been asking questions I couldn’t answer. Anyway, we met, got wasted…" and picked up a couple women in a bar, if he remembered correctly. It was all pretty hazy. And he wasn't sure that he and the dark-haired woman he'd been with had actually done anything. He'd awakened in his hotel room alone, and he never had remembered feeling 'just laid'. He shook his head. "Mike told me that I'd grieved long enough, that three years looking for her, a year grieving for her was enough. That I needed to start living again."

Casey wrapped her fingers around his hand when the sadness filled his eyes.

That silent offer of comfort touched him more than any words could have. He held her hand tightly. "I want him to see that I'm okay now. That I have the most incredible woman in my life."

"I'd be honored to meet your friend," she said softly.

He looked at her, the love that reflected in those amazing green eyes. The soft, gentle touch of her hand in his. Like an angel, he thought again. Bringing sunshine, and peace and happiness into the dark, empty corners of his life, ending years…ending a lifetime of deep loneliness. "My Angel," he whispered.

Her stomach chose that moment to announce its displeasure. She giggled. The fact that his rumbled immediately afterward sent them both into fits of hysterics.

"Let's go get some breakfast," Daniel said, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes.

Casey stood up, grabbed her purse. "Let's go, Stud Muffin."

"Stud Muffin?"

She smiled mischievously. "Absolutely," she purred, one hand moving over the curve of his ass, the other cupping his manhood. "Definitely a stud. Positively a muffin."

He grinned, shook his head. "Reduced to a breakfast bread…or a breeding horse. Since you can't make up your mind."

"I happen to love muffins, and horses," she retorted. "I told you that you were hung like a stallion."

He barked with laughter. "You're too much," he gasped.

"Is that bad, or good?" she asked shyly.

"Very good, Angel," he replied. Yeah, she was his Angel.

She shivered at the endearment. Understood from that one word what she meant to him. She'd never had anyone in her life who…needed…her. The only person who had ever seemed to want her had been her Grandma Rose. The feelings of being wanted…loved…needed…were new and warm and filled her heart with such love she didn't know if she could contain it all. "Let's go, Sweetheart. I’m starving."

His heart stopped, then did flip flops. That particular term of endearment had come to mean something to him years ago, a memory he'd mostly suppressed. One day he would tell her how much it meant that she'd chosen it, that she was the first woman who had ever called him that. "Let's go," he said softly. He dropped a gentle kiss on her lips, led her to the door.

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