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He opened his eyes, his mind racing with thoughts, spurred by the images and the report he'd scanned before leaving the base for the night. Another thought forced its way past the Norse myths and Viking stories and the Goa'uld markings that danced through his brain. One of much more importance, one that brought a rush of intense happiness. He rolled over, putting himself closer to the incredible woman that Destiny had decreed would be his Wife. His first anniversary. Their first anniversary. One year. One incredible, glorious year. Oh, not all had been wine and roses. There had been rough spots. More than enough heart-wrenching moments to last a lifetime. But here he was, a year after saying "I do", lying next to the beautiful woman who had agreed to marry him, for whatever reason, a reason he didn't give a damn about.

Daniel ran his hand from her shoulder, down her arm, over her hip. They were both naked, having made love as soon as they returned home from their night out on the town. Celebrating that precious anniversary. The first that he had ever celebrated. She snuggled back against him, her hips pressing against his, the warmth of her skin bringing his body to life; need so intense it was damned near overwhelming rushing from the top of his head to the tips of his toes, and lodging in his now aching balls and rising cock.

He began to caress her breast, grinning in the darkness as the sweet pink nipple hardened against his palm. He nuzzled her shoulder, planted warm, wet kisses over her skin, working his way toward her neck.

"You are insatiable," she murmured sleepily.

"Only for you," he whispered, just before catching her earlobe with his teeth. "Feel like making love?"

"Always," she yawned.

His grin widened. "Awake enough to make love?"

"Probably not. You get started, I'll catch up," she replied.

He chuckled. "I'm already started."

She reached behind her, shifted enough that she could wrap her hand around his throbbing flesh. "So you are."

A gasp of pleasure hissed past his lips when she began to stroke him, gently, slowly. He moved slightly, allowing her to roll to her back. His lips immediately sought hers, his hand still moving over the curves of her breasts, his fingers tugging at nipples that continued to harden, able to feel her chest begin to move up and down more quickly as her breath came faster, a sure sign that he was arousing her...turning her on...making her ready for him.

Casey gave herself over to his kiss, pushing the last vestiges of the images that had haunted her dreams from her mind. None of what she had seen, that she could remember, made any sense. She wanted to dismiss all of it as nothing more than the disjointed impressions left by an over-active imagination. Too much wine. Something other than what she knew lay behind the scenes that had played out in her head. She wrapped her arms around Daniel's shoulders, pulled him closer, begging silently for him to push away her fears, the demons that tormented her.

He slid until he was laying over her, lowered himself so that he could easily kiss his way to his beauties. When her kiss became insistent...urgent...almost desperate, he pulled away slightly. "Casey, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," she whispered against his lips. "You woke me up, now finish what you started."

With a secret smile of delight, he resumed the kiss, pushing deeper, demanding more from her, taking everything she offered with unadulterated gusto. When she began to battle for control, her own need evident in the way she held him, pressed up against him, he sighed happily. She had never, ever turned him away. Every kiss, every lick, every caress he gave her, she returned...tit for tat. She made love to him with enthusiasm...determination, and so much love that it never failed to thrill him, and surrounded him like a soft, warm blanket, protecting his very heart and soul from any and all danger.

She turned her head slightly, pressed her cheek against his when his lips moved from hers, began trailing kisses along her jaw. "I love you," she whispered.

"Love you, too," he murmured against her skin. Her fingers were in his hair, he could feel them beginning to curl. He loved the fact that every response to his lovemaking was so tangible. He dragged his tongue along her jaw, nibbled his way to her throat, left his mark there, suckled the spot behind her ear that caused her to shiver again and again beneath him, each time she moved or sighed making his heart beat harder, faster with the love that filled him.

By the time he took her nipple into his mouth she was nearly beside herself with need. What power he held over her...what control he possessed, that he was able to arouse her so much, so quickly. He'd always had that mastery over her...from the first time he had held her in his arms, the first time he had made love to her. He insisted that his experience with women was sadly limited. She adamantly disagreed. No man who could turn her on with just a few kisses, a few simple caresses, could be said to be 'inexperienced'. He played her body as if it were an instrument, and he the virtuoso who had the skills to bring out the music that was deep within her soul.

Her back was arched, her hips pushing against him, every movement of her body begging for more, demanding more. He flicked her nipple with his tongue, began the journey to torment its twin, stopping as always to leave a mark in the valley between her beautiful, perfect breasts. The marks no longer remained on her skin, varying in color depending on how long it had been there. She'd teased often that she felt as if she had a permanent purple tattoo between her breasts. As far as he was concerned, if it marked her as belonging to him, that was a good thing.

"Mmm..." she moaned softly, when he began to suckle once again.

His body ached with need. He'd satiated his hunger, his addiction, again and again earlier, taking her orally to the stars and beyond three times before allowing himself to move up and sheath himself in her warm, welcoming body. Right now, he needed to feel that warmth surrounding him. "Wrap around me, babe," he whispered.

She obliged, her arms and legs pulling him closer. She sighed softly when she felt him slide into her, push deep and hard. She grabbed him, held tightly to him with those muscles within her. Felt and heard his gasp as she began to massage the length of him.

When he could stand the stimulation no longer, he began to move...in and out, pushing against her each time their hips met, rubbing back and forth just enough to offer the friction her body needed, that she craved. Need collided with desire, pleasure began to override every other perception in his mind as he pumped in and out of her.

Her hips met his each step of the way as they danced through the clouds together, reaching for the stars, and that secret place that only they could find. The warmth of his body, the scent of their lovemaking, the sound of their labored breathing became a trio of sensory titillation that only added to her pleasure as they moved together, seeking that ultimate of sensations.

Experience had taught him that when she thrust against him with such force, she was nearing her climax. He ground his hips against hers, back and forth, up and down, listened with satisfaction as she moaned her approval. Thrust, grind, grind, thrust...thrust, grind, grind, thrust...

"Nngg...yes!"

Oh, yeah! Just what he wanted to hear. Her soft moan gave way to the whimper that always signaled her impending flight. "Give it to me, Angel," he whispered. Listened as she began to sing her love to him.

White hot and incredible, her climax exploded, sending her shooting into the heavens, dancing among the stars, her body shaking as waves of pleasure shook her from head to foot.

Her body trembling beneath his, he rose up on outstretched arms, pounded his shaft into that tight, warm well, until he could see the lights flashing behind his closed eyelids. Her name echoed off of the walls around them as he raced over the edge of need and into waves of intense pleasure. She milked his throbbing member for every last drop she could get. He dropped down on top of her, breathing hard.

Casey pressed a kiss to his sweat dampened shoulder, then drifted back to sleep, unaware when he rolled to his back, holding her tightly.

He dozed for another hour, before waking again, the desire to examine a bit closer the information that waited in his office before the scheduled briefing forcing sleep from his mind. "Case? Babe, wake up. Let's head to the base."

"What time is it?"

He turned his head toward the clock. Frowned at the numbers that glowed blue in the darkness. "Just after four-thirty."

"Are you out of your mind?"

"Nope. But I need to get a good look at that tape before we go on the mission today."

She groaned in protest. Rolled to her stomach and pulled the pillow over her head.

It took Daniel another fifteen minutes to get her into the shower. Thirty minutes later they were in the jeep, heading toward Cheyenne Mountain. He was eager to work. She was fighting against what she knew lay ahead of them.

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