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His Father's Eyes

The scout ship settled onto the floor of the hangar bay. As soon as the hatch was opened, Jack was racing forward. Sam and Teal'c were on his heels. This was one time they needed to know for certain that all had gone well.

"We have them," Daniel said, grinning from ear to ear.

Sounds of wiggling, at least two sneezes, and half a dozen barely stifled giggles filled the air. Wide, matching grins were shared among the team. This time they had been able to save the children who had been endangered. All of them were safe and sound. And would soon be in the arms of frantic mothers and fathers.

"Jack, can we just take the Daedalus directly to the planet?" Casey asked. "I think it would be less traumatic than taking everyone to the SGC and then gating there."

"Makes sense to me." He grinned and winked at the young seer. "Are you sure there are kids in here?" He barely bit back his chuckle when a dozen more not-so muffled giggles were heard.

"You know, they've been so quiet, just like little mice, that I completely forgot about them," Casey grinned. "I'm sure they're here, somewhere."

Mogba, who was grinning as well, lifted the floor grates. "I have been invaded by mice! Look at how many there are!"

Giggles filled the air, and the children climbed out of their hiding places. "We were very quiet," the little spokesman said proudly.

Casey began to laugh. "Yes, you were."

Jack reached down and ruffled the boy's hair. "You were hiding there the whole time?"

The boy grinned and nodded.

Jack grinned as well. "You did a great job."

The men who had been transported to the Daedalus had already been reunited with the daughters, sisters, and wives who had been rescued from the harem aboard the ha'tak. The group of refugees burst into the hangar, the two SF's with them barely able to keep them from trampling one another in their haste to see the children.

"Mama!" a little girl cried out, racing toward the woman who dropped to her knees and held her arms open.

"Papa! Mama!" Two more children cried out, and raced into the arms of their parents.

Casey laid her head against Daniel's shoulder, tears in her eyes. "This is a good day," she said softly.

He dropped a kiss on the top of her head, watching as families were reunited, and as those children whose parents were still in the village were comforted as well. "Yeah, it is."

"Let's go see if Mitchell can figure out the location of the planet Nutesh lives on," Jack said. He looked at the happy faces of his team. "We did it in just a few hours' time," he said quietly. "I'd say that's a record for us."

"A good record," Sam sighed, listening to the excited chatter of the children, the laughter that rang through the hangar.

"One of our best," Daniel agreed.

Arms around one another, the team walked together toward the door that would lead through the bay control room and into the corridor just beyond. Pilots from the F302s were making their way to the barracks, and flashed smiles and waved hellos to the premier team as the two groups passed one another in the narrow passageway.

Sam was struck by the oddest feeling that she knew one of the young pilots – his wide-set blue eyes commanding her attention immediately. I know him, she thought, struggling to recall any introductions that might have occurred in the days or weeks prior. Nothing came to mind. She continued to watch the light-haired young man as he joked with his companions. There was something so darned familiar about him!

Mitchell looked up when SG-1 sauntered onto the bridge, proud smiles on their faces. "Do you always manage to pull off a rescue mission that fast?" he asked, a grin on his own face.

Jack chortled. "I wish. Nope, usually it takes us a day or two to work our miracles."

"We were up against a Goa'uld with no loyal Jaffa, and an ego that outstripped his resources," Teal'c said matter-of-factly.

Daniel snickered. "Nicely put, Teal'c."

Casey snorted. "Typical Goa'uld, you mean. Of course, usually it's their stupidity outstripping their abilities, but, why quibble the details."

"No quibbling necessary," Daniel chuckled.

"So can we get these folks home?" Jack asked.

"Have the coordinates entered now," Mitchell replied. "Helm, estimate on arrival?"

"About three hours, sir," was the immediate reply.

"Well, sounds like we have time for something to eat and a nice nap," Jack said, rubbing his hands together gleefully. He glanced at Daniel, opened his mouth, but snapped it shut again when Sam caught his eye. He heaved an internal sigh. As much as he loved his Wife, she could be a real kill-joy at times. Daniel was accustomed to his teasing…expected it, even. He'd tried to explain that to her, but her response was always the same.

The words echoed in his ears as loudly as if she'd spoken them. "You don't even know what I was gonna say," he whispered in her direction.

"I have a pretty good idea," she whispered in return. "And if Daniel and Casey opt to spend the next three hours in their quarters making love, that's their business, not yours."

He frowned slightly.

"Besides, it's not a bad idea."

Jack gave a slight jerk when Sam wiggled her eyebrows up and down. The frown was replaced by a wide smile. "I like the way you think, Colonel," he murmured. He glanced around, noting that the Jacksons were already making their way to the elevator, Teal'c immediately behind them.

"Are you coming, Jack?" Casey called out, looking over her shoulder. "I'm not saving anything for you if it's Tex-Mex, you know."

The silver-haired general grinned. "You said that the last time. Anyone who can't eat an entire plate of enchiladas is a light-weight. You, smart-aleck, are the lightest-weight yet."

"Humph!" Casey responded, turning to face the elevator. "I ate all the nachos."

"With help from Daniel."

"I can take all the beef tamales."

Jack paused. The tamales were usually small, and normally went quickly. Given that it was just after the first dinner bell, chances were that few of those tasty morsels remained. "If I don't get at least one, I'll be grumpy."

"Life's rough. Suck it up, cupcake," Casey replied. She gave a jump and a squeal when Jack poked her in the ribs.

"Unless you can beat me to the chow hall, you won't get them," Jack predicted.

Casey's eyes flashed with amusement. "I can probably beat you to the chow hall without even trying."

"You're on, Speedy," Jack retorted.

Daniel and Sam exchanged a look. No doubt as soon as the elevator doors opened on the lower deck, their spouses would be out like a shot, racing toward the dining hall like children, inadvertently running over any poor soul caught in their way. When Sam motioned with her hand toward Jack's arm, then nodded at the back of Casey's shirt, Daniel broke into a grin. It was always amusing to interrupt their fun. He gave a nod, then arranged his face into as innocent an expression as possible. One glance over his shoulder at Teal'c and he knew the Jaffa was aware of what was going to happen.

The five crowded onto the elevator, the car much smaller than the larger lifts at the SGC. Jack was watching the numbers above the door. "No tamales for you, Miss Smarty-pants."

"Ha. You'll only get a whiff of them, Sparky," Casey returned.

The elevator stopped. The doors opened. Before they could make good their escape, and thus race one another, Jack and Casey found themselves waylaid by their spouses. Teal'c gave a nod, pushed between the two couples, and made his way down the corridor.

"Hey!" Jack glared at Sam.

"So not fair!" Casey objected, when Daniel grabbed the back of her collar.

Jack tried to shake Sam's hands from his arm. "Whose side are you on, anyway?"

"My own. I don't want you plowing over some poor, young sergeant in your attempt to get all the tamales."

"I wouldn't do that," Jack objected.

"Yes, you would," Casey argued.

Jack raised his free hand, shook his index finger at the young seer. "You stay out of this."

"Why? I was part of it a minute ago."

Daniel snickered. "I happen to know for a fact that they're not having Tex-Mex tonight."

Both Jack and Casey deflated slightly. "How do you know?" Jack asked suspiciously.

He took a deep breath. "Because it doesn't smell like Tex-Mex," Daniel replied.

Sam and Casey took deep breaths as well. "That smells like homemade bread," Sam sniffed appreciatively.

"And…beef? Beef stew?" Casey said, frowning slightly. "Onions…I smell grilled onions."

"Lets go see what it is, shall we?" Jack asked. He wrenched his arm free, then laced his fingers with Sam's, a smile tugging at his lips. He led the way down the corridor at a relatively relaxed pace.

"Beef stroganoff," Casey sighed as soon as the group entered the dining room. Most of the crew members were already eating, and the aroma of the meat and sauce and pasta and the fresh rolls filled the air. The sight of the steaming entrée had stomachs growling in anticipation.

Sam followed her husband toward the counter where they would be served. Four pilots sat together at one of the smaller tables. Once again wide-set, deep blue eyes caught her attention. She smiled and nodded when the young man glanced up and caught her staring. Where do I know him from? she asked herself.

"C'mon, Graham, I'll show you around," one of the pilots said, rising to his feet.

The blue-eyed young man, obviously named Graham, followed suit.

Graham…Graham…First name or last? Worrying her lower lip between her teeth as she searched her memory for anyone she might know, or have known, named Graham, Sam reminded herself that in the military, last names were used more often than not. Why was that kid so darned familiar?

Teal'c was already being served, Jack sliding in behind him. "Is our table available?"

The tall Jaffa looked over his shoulder. "It is."

"Good." Jack watched as one of the galley staff loaded Teal'c's tray. Apparently the airman believed that size indicated the amount of food necessary. He hoped that there was at least a little bit left for the remainder of the team. "Meet you there."

Teal'c inclined his head in acknowledgement, then strode toward the empty table near one corner of the room. Whenever SG-1 was onboard, they claimed it as their own. None of the team members would ever know that even when they weren't present, the table was considered to 'belong' to the premier team, and thus none of the crew would sit there. New-comers who dared use the table were roundly reprimanded for daring such behavior, and were given the full run-down of SG-1's accomplishments.

Jay ran a hand over his face, and shook his head to dislodge excess water. He'd barely finished rinsing the soap from his skin before the timer near the faucet dinged. He could fully understand the need to conserve water. He'd heard stories about such conservation on aircraft carriers. He was not, however, on an aircraft carrier. He was, in fact, on a space ship. A human built, honest-to-god space ship. Which was as large as an aircraft carrier, or so he'd been told. He wrapped the towel he'd been issued around his narrow waist, and stepped back into the locker room.

"Get nice and clean, Junior?" Ferretti's voice asked.

With an internal groan of annoyance, Jay turned to face the major. "Yes, sir," he replied.

"Good, good. Just as soon as we drop the civilians off on their planet, you and your buddies are gonna go right back to lovely P7R-093."

"Swell," the young pilot muttered.

Ferretti grinned like a mad man, reached out and clapped the younger man on the shoulder. "I knew you'd be thrilled."

Watching as the Marine strode out of the locker room, whistling loudly, Jay dropped down onto the bench that sat just in front of one set of lockers.

"That man is just sadistic," a voice said quietly.

He looked up and recognized that captain of the ship. "I agree, sir."

Mitchell studied the young pilot for a moment. "Have you figured out how to get back to the 'gate in spite of those guys shooting at you?"

Jay gave a small smile. "Jim…my training 'buddy', and I were laying there in the swamp, getting wet as hell, trying to figure it out. Got the call to head the 'gate because the Daedalus was going to pick us up before we managed to do so."

The older man smiled. "Did you have any ideas?"

He ducked his head. "Only one idea that seemed to have a snowball's chance of working…but it was stupid as hell."

The smile widened. "Do tell."

"I figured if one of us could move around the edge of the swamp, and keep the enemy's attention on him, the other could sneak in behind them and take them out. It's the only reasonable way to get across that marsh, but it's stupid as hell because chances are we'd both be taken out," Jay sighed.

"Nothing else comes to mind?"

"Not really. Sir," he added, mindful of the other man's rank.

"Wonder if those guys would follow you into the swamp? You know, you could back up, set a few booby traps, then go back to the edge there, stir 'em up a bit. Pissed enough to go after you."

"How would we do that?"

Mitchell grinned. "The exercise uses live fire. I suppose a couple of rounds of rubber bullets might get their attention."

Jay frowned slightly. The idea certainly had merit…was definitely safer than the plan he'd come up with. "Thanks, sir. Maybe Jim and I will see how that works out."

"You do that," Mitchell laughed. He started to walk away, then turned, one hand on the door. "Just remember, that training will make you ready for anything."

Jay took a deep breath. "I figure what I went through this afternoon will have me ready for damned near anything I could face out here."

The commander of the Daedalus nodded slowly. "Probably. But it's not a bad idea to keep learning. Especially out here."

"Yes, sir."

"And, just in case Ferretti asks, we never had this conversation."

Jay grinned from ear to ear. "No, sir. As far as I'm concerned, you were never here."

"Good thinking, Lieutenant," Mitchell grinned in return. He gave a nod, then disappeared into the corridor.

He sat on the bench for a moment, contemplating the colonel's advice. Decided to talk to Jim. They could start making plans for their 'attack' on the way back to Hell.

Sam was staring into her coffee mug. She jumped slightly when Casey touched her arm. "I'm sorry…what?" she asked, realizing she'd missed most of the conversation going on around her.

"What's wrong?" Casey asked softly.

With a smile, Sam patted the hand still on her arm. "Nothing. At least nothing bad. It's just that one of those new pilots seems so darned familiar."

"Kid with blue eyes?" Jack asked immediately.

Just a bit startled, Sam nodded slowly. "I've seen those eyes, somewhere. Not here," she said waving a hand toward the nearly empty dining room. "Somewhere else."

It was sheer coincidence that Ferretti led the 'cadet' pilots into the dining room at just that moment. The members of SG-1 studied the men, particularly the young man with light hair and wide-set blue eyes.

"He does look familiar," Daniel murmured.

"Indeed," Teal'c nodded.

"So just when, or where, did we see that kid?" Jack demanded to know.

"That's just it, there's no way any of us could have ever seen him before he arrived at the SGC, and while I never noticed him there, the feeling is so strong that I know we've met." Sam heaved a sigh of frustration.

"Maybe he looks like someone you met before," Casey offered. "There's a lady in Silver Springs who reminds me of my Grandma Rose, every time I see her. I mean, there are differences, but she looks enough like Grandma to be her twin. I almost screamed out loud the first time I saw her…I thought I was seeing Grandma's ghost!"

The four original team members exchanged glances. "Okay…anyone have a clue where or when we might have seen this kid, or someone who looks like him?" Jack asked.

Three heads moved back and forth in the negative. "I've been wracking my brain all evening," Sam admitted. "And…nothing."

The team continue to observe the pilots, not even bothering to hide the fact that they were doing so.

"I think I heard someone call him 'Graham'," Sam said quietly.

"I believe that pilot to be the son of Michael," Teal'c said quietly.

"Michael? Michael Graham?" Jack muttered.

"Oh, god! When we went back in time!" Daniel exclaimed. "When we met Lieutenant George Hammond, and then Mike and Jenny helped us: they got you and Teal'c to that observatory, then they got Sam and me to New York City to talk to Catherine Langford. And then they took us to DC where the Stargate was being stored!"

Sam let out a sigh, and smiled softly. "At least now we know he survived," she said.

Jack nodded. "Yeah, I'd always wondered."

"I remember wishing we could just bring them back with us," Daniel admitted. "He was either going to have to face Vietnam, or face being called a traitor, and hiding from the U.S. government."

"Indeed. Without their help, we would have been stuck in that time," Teal'c nodded. No one had to say out loud that the Jaffa would have certainly died before they'd 'caught up' with their own timeline. The Goa'uld prim'ta he carried would have matured, and Teal'c certainly would have killed it to prevent it from taking an innocent host. Without a symbiote to protect him, to serve as his immune system, Teal'c would have died within days.

"Well, now that you know who he is, what will you do about it?" Casey asked casually.

"Huh? Do what?" Jack asked, more than a bit confused.

"Case, we can't do anything. Mike and Jenny can't know about us, or the Stargate program," Daniel reminded her.

"They thought you were aliens, right?" Casey inquired.

Four glances were exchanged. "Yeah, we sorta encouraged that train of thought," Daniel admitted.

"Now their son works for the SGC. I'm thinking that it's Karma's way of letting you off the hook, so to speak. You can let them know that they helped you, and that you'll do your best to keep an eye out for their son," Casey replied.

Once again the four exchanged glances. Each of them had been silently swearing to see to it that the son of their young friends was as safe as possible…given where he was. If nothing else, they could make certain he was offered every opportunity available in the Stargate program, a tangible 'thank you' for all of the help the team had received from the young hippie couple while they'd been trapped, thanks to a solar flare, in 1969.

"You're annoying when you do that," Jack grumped.

"I didn't do anything," Casey retorted. The cocked her head to one side. "Okay, so I passed on a message."

"What message?" Jack demanded.

"Go see your friends. Tell them the truth, because what they experienced during the days with you colored their lives. Gave them the strength to make certain…choices." Casey frowned. "But that experience has also caused a rift between them and their son."

"How?" Sam asked anxiously.

"Huh? Oh, I don't know," Casey said, blinking slowly. "Just…I don't think the son ever believed their story…he doubted so many things they told him, because of that. He even…he even resented them for talking about it."

"Yeah, it would make them seem a bit…eccentric," Daniel murmured.

Jack snorted. "It would make them sound crazy!"

"Perhaps we should take this opportunity to make things right," Teal'c said.

"There is no way we can go visit them. It would be a breach of security," Jack argued.

"Like we've never had civilians sign non-disclosure agreements so we can tell them about the Stargate before," Daniel challenged.

"If they couldn't keep quiet about us being there-" Jack started.

"I remember telling them that we needed to remain…hidden. That we were being hunted. We only asked that they not tell anyone who was looking for us," Sam pointed out. "We let them think we were aliens, trying to get home. We could have told them the truth then, and sworn them to secrecy. I think both Mike and Jenny could have kept that secret."

"I agree," Daniel said. "I don't remember swearing them to secrecy. We were more concerned with the military finding us again, as I recall. I didn't even think about what they might or might not say about our visit after we were gone."

"Indeed. Had we requested that they not speak of our presence for any reason, they would not have done so. Perhaps we should have, so that their son would not now resent them," Teal'c added.

"Who knows how many other people have written them off as crazy, for believing they helped a group of aliens escape from Earth," Daniel mused. "Or at the very least, believed that all Mike and Jenny experienced was a drug-induced hallucination."

"Who would believe that the two of them would hallucinate the exact, same thing?" Jack shook his head. "Don't think that's possible."

"But still," Daniel argued, "they'd be branded as crazy, or fools…" He shrugged his broad shoulders. "Look how we still treat anyone who claims to have had an experience with aliens."

Jack winced. "Yeah."

"We should have told them to keep the entire thing a secret," Sam bemoaned quietly.

"Yeah, we should have," Daniel agreed.

"Well, it's too late to worry about that now," Casey said. She turned to Jack. "Have any of Mike's crew, or Mike himself, ever mentioned what they know about the Stargate program?"

"Mike?" Jack asked, looking again at the young pilot who reminded the team of his father.

"Loughlin," Daniel said. "My friend the archaeologist."

Jack nodded in recognition. "Not that I know of, why?"

"Would you know about it?" Casey pressed.

"I dunno. Probably," Jack replied. "There would at least be a report of something like that reaching Hammond's desk."

"Then give this Mike and Jenny the same chance you gave Daniel's friend and crew," Casey said softly. "Give them the chance to repair the relationship with their son."

"Oh, for cryin' out loud!" Jack exclaimed, not eager to accept the blame for the family problems of two people…three, his brain pointed out waspishly…he barely knew. "It's not like we set out to screw up their lives!"

"No, we didn't," Sam said. "We told them we were aliens because we thought we were protecting them."

"Daniel cooked up that story, not me!" Jack responded, pointing at his friend.

"Jack." Casey put her hand over his. "Your reaction is proof of how bad you feel about the whole situation."

He let his head drop forward. There were so many things he'd done in his life. He'd screwed up the lives of at least a dozen families. Those assassinations had never bothered him…the men who had been killed had deserved their fate. How many more families would have suffered had those monsters lived? But those two kids…on their way to Woodstock…too young and dumb and trusting to know how young and dumb and far too trusting they really were. He'd often wondered, after returning from that mission, if Mike Graham had survived Vietnam…if he'd even gone. But he'd never had the courage to search for the answers to those questions. "I'll talk to Hammond as soon as we get home. In the meantime, let's leave the young lieutenant alone, shall we?"

Sam nodded her understanding. "Right."

"I agree," Daniel said.

"I concur," Teal'c added.

"Are you through screwing around now?" Jack asked Casey.

"Haven't even started, and it's none of your business anyway. I am, however, going to see if there's any chocolate cake for dessert." She pushed away from the table and strode toward the counter where the desserts were displayed, success in every step.

"She's so damned annoying when she does that," Jack grumbled.

Daniel smiled. "What, telling us the truth?"

"Making sure we do what's right, no matter the consequences," Jack responded. He glanced at the man he was talking to. How many times had Daniel pissed him off, insisting that the team do the right thing, regardless of the consequences? Too many to count, he thought, more amused than irritated.

"Yeah, she has a way of making it impossible to ignore right from wrong," Daniel agreed.

"Huh? There is no 'right' or 'wrong' here. Just…just a situation."

"Which would be wrong of us to not make right," Daniel insisted.

"You're just as annoying when you back her," Jack complained.

"Yeah, I know."

Jack reached out and squeezed Daniel's shoulder. "Keep on doing it, Daniel. I know Casey will…she's the ultimate 'righter-of-all-wrongs'. But don't let anyone, not even me, stop you from doing that."

It was one of the few times, Daniel thought amusedly, that Jack ever admitted, through words or actions, that he appreciated being held to the straight and narrow by his friends.

"Keeps me sleeping better at night," Jack said, offering his usual crooked smile.

"I'm all for that. You're grouchy as hell when you haven't slept well," Daniel teased.

"Me? Grouchy? You don't know grouchy, Danny boy. Because you have never had to deal with you in the early hours of the day sans coffee."

Daniel chuckled. "Touché."

Casey returned to the table, carrying a tray. On that tray were five pieces of chocolate cake, and four mugs of steaming hot coffee and one of tea.

"Radar, you are forgiven," Jack sighed, sipping at the coffee.

"For what?"

"Whatever you're going to do in the next hour that will piss me off."

Perfectly arched blonde eyebrows went up infinitesimally. "When I finish this cake, I have every intention of taking Daniel to our quarters for a nap. How can I do anything in the next hour that would piss you off?"

Jack chuckled. "Okay, I forgive you for whatever it is you've done that I haven't caught you at."

An innocent smile flickered over Casey's delicate features. "Thanks, boss!"

The look of worry that immediately settled on Jack's face had the entire team laughing.

True to her word, Casey was tugging on Daniel's hand almost before he'd finished his own slice of cake. They walked silently, arm-in-arm, to the quarters assigned to them. There had been no close calls, the mission had actually been accomplished quickly and without incident. There was no need to physically reassure one another that they had escaped harm's way. In fact, their hearts were filled with the joy of having succeeded in saving all of the villagers who had been captured. However, they rarely passed up an opportunity to make love.

Daniel made certain the door was locked, while Casey pulled back the blanket and top sheet. He adjusted the small lamp, so that it would offer light, but not blind them as they lay in the bed.

She turned to him, kissed him gently, then stepped away to pull off her BDU shirt. She tugged the tee-shirt free from her pants. Her attention was on her Husband, as he did the same. She sighed with a combination of contentment and desire when he tossed his tee-shirt onto the chair beside the narrow desk.

He'd heard the sigh, and raised his eyebrows slightly in query.

"You are so beautiful, Daniel Jackson," she said, sighing again. Her own tee-shirt was on the floor, and she reached for him, running her hands from his waist to his shoulders, down his arms, then over his chest once again.

"In your eyes," he murmured. His body began to vibrate with anticipation. He gasped softly when she leaned forward to suckle one of his flat, brown nipples, her fingers plucking its twin.

There was just a hint of salt on his skin…they had all become sweaty while they climbed through the air vents of the ha'tak. She could smell the spice of his deodorant. And tried to ignore the fact that his deft fingers had unhooked her bra, and his hands were caressing her now bare breasts.

"So soft," he whispered, his fingers moving over the soft curves, tugging at nipples that continued to harden from his attention.

"Mmm…" She continued to suckle, moving from one nipple to the other, her fingers moving over and over his skin. Finally content that his nipples couldn't become any harder than she'd made them, she moved her mouth to his collarbone, then to his throat.

"Bed," he managed to rasp, pushing against her as he tried to maneuver the two of them toward the full bed that waited.

"Not yet," she whispered. Her hands dropped to his waist, and the buttons of his BDU pants. Her hand slid inside as soon as she had the pants unfastened, her fingers tracing the length and girth of his erection through the cotton of his boxers. A low rumble from his chest brought a smile to her lips. The sound changed when her hand pushed away the barrier of his underwear, and her fingers caressed the hot, soft skin of his manhood.

"Oh, god," he groaned, his hips pushing forward, pressing himself into her hand.

Before he could respond, complain, or comment, Casey was on her knees, his pants and underwear shoved to his ankles, and her mouth closing around the shaft that danced just in front of her face. She moaned with absolute pleasure at the taste of him, one hand wrapping around the part of him she could never get into her mouth, the other caressing the heavy balls that hung just beneath that appendage.

"Sweet Jesus!"

She pulled away and looked up at him. "Lots of praying going on."

He grinned down at her. "Smart ass." He pushed his hips forward, silently begging her to continue the caresses she'd so swiftly started.

Down as far as she could go…gently sucking all the way to the tip…swirling her tongue around…nibbling that sensitive ridge of skin just beneath the swollen head…back down again. She continued the ministrations, noting with impish delight that his hips were moving back and forth, his hands holding her head.

"That's it, just like that," he breathed huskily, barely able to form the words. Pleasure washed over him from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, tingling in his fingers and toes and the back of his skull.

"Don't hold back," she whispered. "Give it all to me."

He groaned when she began to increase the speed of her ministrations, and she began sucking just a bit harder, her hand twisting slightly as she caressed him. "That's it…don't stop…yeah…just like that…Sweet Jesus!"

She took down every drop of the precious white love he sent down her throat, licking him clean, running her tongue over her lips to make certain she'd missed none. She dropped to the floor completely, began to untie the laces of his boots. "Better?" she asked, glancing up at him.

"Unbelievable," he murmured. One hand was pressed against the back of the desk, leaning against the metal in an attempt to remain on his feet. As soon as his boots were untied, she was lifting one foot, then the other, to pull them off, and to completely divest him of his clothes. He dropped onto the edge of the bed. Reached out and ran a finger over her jaw. "Incredible," he said softly.

"I so love doing that for you," she said, her eyes sparkling with love and delight.

"What, trying to kill me?" he teased.

"Oh, please! I gave you a blow-job. Not even one of my good ones. You were in no danger of dying," she retorted playfully.

"If that wasn't one of your good ones, I doubt seriously I could survive one of those," he countered. "Heart attack. I'd just keel over with a heart attack from the intensity of the pleasure."

She gave an unladylike snort. "One day, I'm gonna see just what it does take to kill you in bed."

"What a way to go," he grinned in return. He patted the bed beside him. "C'mere you."

She shed her BDU pants and the little purple panties she'd been wearing. Then clamored over him to drop onto the middle of the bed.

Daniel stretched out beside his Wife, and ran his hand from her throat to the curls that covered her mons. "My goddess," he whispered.

Casey reached up and caressed his jaw. "My god," she whispered in return.

He watched her eyes darken as he moved closer, his intention to kiss her. She closed her eyes when his lips touched hers; she opened to him when he played out the combination that always allowed him access to her sweet mouth. He touched her, tasted her, struggled for a few minutes to maintain control of the kiss – the 'battle' turning him on and setting his blood on fire. He felt her acquiesce, the victory as sweet as the kiss they shared.

He took his time, tracing her lips with his tongue, then gently moving his lips against hers. He pulled away to look at her. Eye closed, her lips slightly swollen and turned up at the corners just the tiniest bit. He gently kissed her eyelids, the tip of her nose, her cheek, her jaw…down to her throat, where he left a small mark just where her neck and shoulder met. She mewled her approval…her appreciation, her hands on his head, her fingers already wrapped around his hair.

Scooting down on the bed just a bit, he began to make love to his beauties. Breasts that left him breathless with desire. Soft curves that fit the palms of his hands perfectly. While one hand gently kneaded a soft globe, his mouth moved over the other, leaving her skin damp with his kisses.

Making love to Daniel was the most important, the most cherished part of her life. Pleasing him, sending him to the stars and beyond was always worth whatever effort she put into the task. From his moans to the responses of his body, she always knew she was making him feel good, and she reveled in the ability to do so. It also left her panting with need. Her body was thrumming with desire, the ache between her thighs deep and throbbing. She was well aware of the fact that Daniel wouldn't let her fly until he'd driven her out of her mind with need.

Her back was arching off the bed, although she wasn't cognizant of that fact. She only knew the touch of his hands, the warmth of his mouth against her skin. The heady scent of his skin and the musk that was the result of his loving attention had her pulse racing. She could feel the warmth of his turgid manhood as it pressed against her thigh, throbbing gently as he continued to make love to her body – the very center of her being pulsed in response.

"So beautiful," Daniel sighed, as he slowly moved away from her breasts. He kissed each pink tip, both standing firmly away from her skin, the areolas slightly puffy. "So beautiful," he repeated, just before he moved his mouth over the skin of her flat belly. He shifted, settling between her legs; his hands cupping her ass, pulling her up toward his face.

"Oh, goddess!" she cried out, when he began to lick her from stem to stern, his tongue boldly investigating every fold of her womanhood.

She moaned again when he shoved his tongue into her, wiggling it slightly as he sought more of the nectar that was flowing from her. His body gave a shiver of approval when her pheromones crashed into his system, sending him on that high that only she could give him. His addiction satisfied for the moment, he concentrated on that hard little pearl at the top of her folds, the tip of his tongue teasing it further from the pink hood that protected it. He suckled it gently – her entire body jerked in response; a soft moan of pleasure filled the air around him.

Her breath was beginning to come in gasps, she tossed her head from side to side. Once again it amazed him to know how aroused she became when she made love to him orally. He clamped his mouth over her, and began to torment that little nub. The way she wiggled and moaned sent his heart soaring, making him all the more determined to send her as high into the clouds as possible.

Colors were beginning to twirl behind her closed eyelids. Her fingers curled in his hair, and it was all she could do to hold on for the ride. When she felt his fingers slide into her, begin stroking her, she cried out again, her hips moving in time with each dip of his fingers.

"Let go," he whispered, before pulling her swollen clit into his mouth, nursing at it passionately. That soft whimper built up, became her aria of love. Her well pulsed around his fingers, her honey poured over his hand. He pulled his fingers from her body; slid up and replaced them with his throbbing shaft. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his shoulders, tugging him close.

"I love you," she whispered in his ear, even as her hips met his, step for step as he led them through the dance of love.

"I love you, too," he panted. She tugged again, his chest was pressed against hers, the nipples of her breasts teasing him, making his own brown nubs harden in response.

"Harder," she begged.

"Easy," he responded. He pushed his hips against hers, stilling his movements when she attempted to increase the pace of their dance.

"Please."

He nuzzled her cheek. Then thrust his tongue into her mouth at the same time he plunged into her body. Her moan seemed to vibrate against him from his head to his toes. He deepened the kiss, felt her tighten her arms around him as a result. Her thighs pressed closer against his flanks. He maintained the steady pace he'd established, her body moving with him in perfect harmony.

She needed more…harder…faster… Her hands slid from his back to his ass, gripping those strong muscles as he continued to thrust. She locked her legs behind his thighs. Her hips began to grind against his, seeking what she so desperately wanted…needed.

He lowered his head and buried his face against her throat, grinning from ear to ear. When his Angel was burning, she wasn't above taking what she wanted. He pushed into her, then let her ride him as she wanted; her movements kept his own body on the edge of release.

"So good," she moaned softly.

"So good," he agreed. His hips were beginning to move in spite of his desire to remain still…the stimulation her body offered pushing him closer to that glittering climax.

"Oh…oh…"

He rose up on outstretched arms and the balls of his feet. He began to drive into the willing, needy body beneath him. He grunted with each thrust, soft whimpers of approval filling his ears. Let go, Angel, let go!

Once again colors were whirling behind her eyelids. She gasped for breath as he took her higher and higher. She moved closer to the edge of the cliff…ready to take flight…could feel the breeze against her face… With a cry of ecstasy, she dove, her soul shooting into the heavens as her body reached the pinnacle of pleasure. "Daniel!"

Barely coherent, he thrust once…twice…three times…"Casey!" His body trembled, his hips jerked as he emptied his essence into her. Exhausted, exhilarated, he dropped down onto her, and smiled as her hands moved over his back and shoulders. With a groan, he rolled them over, keeping her body locked against his own.

She crossed her arms over his shoulders, resting her chin on her wrist. "That was amazing," she said softly.

Daniel ran his fingers through her hair, then settled his hands on her back, gently caressing her from shoulders to hips and back again. "Amazing," he agreed.

"A celebration," she continued.

"Huh?"

She smiled at the look of confusion in his blue eyes. "Usually, after a mission, we're confirming that we're still alive."

He chuckled. Most missions were actually pretty boring. But there were those that tried their souls, and missions during which they barely managed to escape death. Whenever they had been in danger, he needed…wanted…to hold her, make love to her. Ascertain that she was safe and alive. "Okay, I'll agree with that."

"Today…today was a good one," Casey smiled. "We're returning all of the people Chaahk took from Nutesh's village. And, for the most part, they're okay."

"Today was most definitely a good one," he agreed.

"So this," she nodded down at their naked, still connected bodies, "was a celebration."

"I do love the way you celebrate," he murmured.

She heaved a sigh. "We should get showers taken. We'll be there in about forty minutes."

"Are you sure?"

"Hmm? Sure about what?" she asked, blinking at him.

Daniel grinned. He patted her fanny. "Grab your clothes, Angel. Let's go take those showers."

She dropped a kiss on his lips. "I wish we could shower together."

"Me, too."

"When we get home," she sighed.

"It's a date," he said softly. He kissed her, patted her fanny once more, then gently pushed against her. "Up, Angel."

Twenty minutes later, showered and in clean BDUs, Daniel and Casey wandered onto the bridge. Cam nodded in acknowledgement of their presence, then requested that the remainder of SG-1 be paged to the bridge. Visible in the distance was a small, green and blue planet.

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