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Playing Ba'al 

Every time Casey walked through the door of her home, she sighed with contentment, her lips turned up in a tiny smile. This house…her private refuge from the world and all things SGC…filled her heart with peace. And happiness. And joy. While it was just a house if Daniel wasn’t there, it was her sanctuary when he was.

Daniel followed his Wife inside, as always. Every time. She sighs like that every time. Does she have any idea how good that makes me feel?

She hung her jacket on the rack beside the door, and hurried to the bedroom to put her purse in her closet, and take off her boots. The house was still chilly enough that she’d be leaving her socks on. Casey smiled when that thought crossed her mind at the same time she heard the central heating system click on. Daniel had just turned up the thermostat.

Returning to the kitchen, Casey found her Husband had brought in the mail. Either he had been particularly quick in getting it, or she had dawdled a bit taking off her boots. He was fully engrossed in reading whatever was in the letter he’d opened. She slid her arms around his waist, rose up on her toes and tried to read over his shoulder. "Anything interesting?"

He leaned back slightly, just to feel the warmth of her body against his. "I don’t know if it’s interesting or surprising. Or maybe just a bit shocking."

Moving around to lean against the counter, Casey looked up at him, concern filling her green eyes. "What is ‘it’?"

He’d been reading again, looked over at her, his eyebrows rising slightly. "Well, ‘it’ is a letter from the high school I attended in Chicago."

"What, they’re going to rescind your diploma?" Casey quipped, her green eyes twinkling.

"Oh, you are such a wise-ass," Daniel retorted, using the letter to playfully swat at her.

"So Jack keeps telling me." She was grinning now, certain that whatever the contents of the letter were, there wasn’t a hidden threat to the man she loved. "So they’re not going to rescind your diploma?"

He shook his head. "No…it seems that they’re planning a special class reunion. Apparently they try to hold the reunions right after school is out for the summer. Then the building is still open and tours can be taken. According to this," Daniel held up the letter, "significant remodeling was done two years ago. The building was just reopened in September for classes."

She watched his eyes. Could see the unease in those beautiful cerulean depths. "Daniel?"

He shook his head. "I have no idea how they managed to find me, or why they’d send this," he muttered, holding the letter up slightly. "I was sixteen when I graduated. I went straight to UCLA to take summer courses. I didn’t…I didn’t even go to the graduation ceremony!"

"Why not?" she asked, the surprise in her voice mirrored by the widening of her eyes.

An embarrassed shrug was his response. He hadn’t gone, he thought, because he’d never ‘fit in’, never felt as if he belonged in the high school, let alone in the graduating class. "It wasn’t like I had anyone who really cared." Once again, he shook his head. "That’s not exactly true. My foster parents were proud of me…they told me that often enough. But…they’d never made an effort to go to any of the events at the school. Oh, Andrea always went to the teacher’s conferences. She was my advocate…insisted that I be put in classes that would challenge me. Stood up to the administration when they were going to hold me back because of my age. Neal…he was a nice guy…" Daniel’s voice faded as he shrugged a second time.

"But?"

"They were in their mid-thirties I guess. And they hadn’t been married long when they opened their home to foster me. They just seemed more wrapped up in each other…not so worried about a fifteen year old kid, ya know? I guess they figured I was damned near taking care of myself anyway, so there wasn’t a lot of ‘parenting’ for them to do."

Tears filled her eyes. How many homes had Daniel lived in…never a part of the family…just an outsider who was there temporarily? How lonely he had been as a child…as a teenager! She often thought that he’d been more alone, and more lonely, than she had ever been…at least she’d had her Grandma Rose for eight formative years of her life. She leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss against his throat. "I would think they’d have gone to your graduation," she said softly.

Another shrug of wide shoulders. "Andrea asked me if I was planning to attend. I…I know that she was aware of how I felt about school. I loved learning. The kids and most of the teachers…not so much. I told her I’d already talked to the principal about needing my diploma right away, because I was entering college for the summer semester. She just hugged me, and said ‘okay’." Daniel frowned…stared at the letter. "Ya know, now that I think about it…the ceremony just didn’t mean that much to me. Guess maybe I was too young to fully appreciate what it represented."

Even though she hadn’t wanted her parents…or more precisely, her adoptive mother…to attend her graduation, she had proudly walked across the stage and accepted her diploma. When it was over, she had located the nearest side exit and ‘escaped’. She’d spent several hours celebrating with her friends. When she’d returned home later than night, all of the windows were locked. But waiting for her, hidden in the blanket she used when she slept in the garage, was a card…and twenty dollars. From Frank. She still had that card, somewhere. Casey reached up, and ran her fingers over Daniel’s jaw. "Do you want to go to this reunion?"

Daniel took a deep breath, slowly blew it out. "To be perfectly honest, Casey, I’ve closed the door on that part of my life, and I think I want to leave it closed."

"You have every right to do what’s best for you. If you want to go, we’ll go. If you want to keep that door closed, it stays closed," she said firmly.

He gave one last look at the letter, then wadded it into a ball. He tossed it into the trashcan under the kitchen sink.

Casey brushed her hands together. "And that takes care of that!"

He couldn’t have held back his laughter if he’d tried. Since Casey had become a part of his life, laughter and joy and feeling totally supported were daily constants for him. Without conscious thought, Daniel reached for her, pulled her close. He buried his face in her soft, fragrant hair. "I love you."

"I love you, too," she replied softly. She tightened her arms around his neck. "If you ever want…or need…to talk, I’m right here."

"I know, Angel." He was content to just stand and hold her. And he knew that she’d remain in his arms until he gave her a signal that he was ready to let go. Will I ever know the true depths of her love? I am so damned lucky!

For her part, being in Daniel’s arms was the safest place to be. It was her ‘happy place’. Any chance to hug him, or be hugged by him, was never to be missed. Never to be rushed. Casey snuggled just a bit closer. She closed her eyes and savored the simple pleasure of being held by the man she loved. When she heard his stomach growling, she began to giggle. "Well, I guess it’s dinner time."

Daniel chuckled. "Must be."

Holding him just a bit tighter for a few seconds, Casey placed another kiss on his throat, then slowly moved away from him.

The fact that his Wife seemed hesitant to leave his embrace made his heart pound and his pulse race. Before she completely stepped away from him, he ran his hands over her hips. Secretly delighted when he felt a slight shiver.

The way his hands had moved over her was as sensual a caress as it was a casual movement. And the tender caresses were enough to set fire to the tinder of desire that always smoldered just beneath the surface. She reached for the freezer door. "Any requests?"

"Whatever you grab is fine with me," he replied.

"Okay. Let’s see…we haven’t had shepherd’s pie in awhile."

"That sounds good," Daniel told her.

"Roast beef it is." Casey took the foil from the dish; put the casserole in the microwave. Set the temperature on the oven, and then opened the fridge and began to sort through the vegetables she had on hand. "How about a nice Caesar salad to go with it? I have some anchovy paste I need to get used up."

"That works," Daniel agreed. He stepped up beside her, reached into the fridge for the bottle of Merlot they had picked up on Saturday. "Since we managed to come up with a mission plan to screw with Ba’al in less than an hour, I say we should celebrate."

"I like the way you think," Casey smiled. "I do hope SG-7 is willing to carry a camera or two. I want good pictures of that snake-face when they tell him his rotten science experiment managed to survive."

"Certainly a Kodak moment to be captured," Daniel agreed with a chortle. "I was thinking…Ba’al never would have just sent his clone out willy-nilly. He would have given the clone explicit instructions. I wonder if the clone was even ‘ready’?"

"Well, obviously he was ready enough to believe he’s the real Ba’al. Taseem said he was acting just like the real Ba’al. Maybe not quite as aggressive," Casey reminded him.

"Seems to me that aggression in Ba’al is a new thing…he was madder than hell when his plans to take the First World were upended. He was furious when we managed to get away from him, and blow up his ship." Daniel opened the wine, pulled two glasses from the cupboard and carefully filled them. "I think Ba’al might have gone over the edge."

"Oh, Stud Muffin, he was always crazy. He’s a Goa’uld, after all. They’re all certifiable," Casey insisted. "Although, I think you might be right. He’s totally bananas now."

He shook his head. "He’s built up enough now, even with the losses from that battle, he has more ships and Jaffa than any of the Goa’uld in our galaxy. He doesn’t care about the rules any longer. He’s going to do whatever it takes to become Supreme System Lord, and re-enslave Earth. Empire rules be damned."

Casey shuddered. "If we fail, he’ll be so much more difficult to stop the next time. He’ll attack any Goa’uld who try to stop him. Then he’ll set his sights on us…again."

"We have the Ancient weapon, Angel. We’ll beat him," Daniel said softly, running his hand up and down her back.

"Goddess, I hope so!" She took a deep breath. Then began to smile. "On the upside, if the clone Ba’al is running around out there, the real Ba’al doesn’t actually have control of all his ships."

Daniel began to laugh. "Wouldn’t it be a hoot if the real Ba’al tries to control his clone, and the clone tells him to get fucked? That would be a battle worth seeing."

"Well, the goal of this mission is to set the two against each other. I can’t see the clone being any less egotistical than the real Ba’al…even if he does have feelings of unease he can’t explain."

The oven beeped, announcing that it had reached the selected temperature. Casey slid the casserole onto the rack and set the timer. Daniel began to tear the Romaine lettuce into pieces while Casey grated cheese for the dressing.

He watched her for a moment, then sighed happily.

"Daniel?"

"Just thinking that these are the moments that I live for. Being here at home, with you. Doing simple, every day things. Just…living," he said, offering a shy smile.

"I know exactly what you mean. I really like the moments when we’re in bed, too." She glanced up at him, her cheeks rosy.

"Really now?" he teased.

"You can’t tell me that you don’t like those moments, too."

"I don’t just like them, babe. I cherish them." His voice was low and seductive.

Another shiver moved over her slender frame. "Me, too," she whispered.

He dropped a kiss on her forehead, and moved around her to gather plates and salad bowls. "I hate that we’re going to be working another weekend."

"That’s life at the SGC, Stud Muffin," she sighed. "At least we had last weekend. Well, most of it."

"I asked Beth about the refugees, she said that they were on a new planet and settling in by Sunday afternoon," Daniel said. "I wonder how Janet and Behemiel managed to deal with Jo’sef’s parents and the other villagers?"

"Don’t know. I’ll have to remember to ask her tomorrow," Casey replied easily. She sipped the wine Daniel had poured. "That was a totally bizarre situation, wasn’t it?"

"Yes it was…both bizarre and a situation."

"And they call me the smart-ass," she grumbled…although she was smiling. "I don’t know whether it was funny, sweet, or just an example of how well General Hammond knows SG-1 when he had Walter call all of us when he learned Janet had called Teal’c."

"He certainly knows us," Daniel replied. His expression became thoughtful. "There were times he should have closed the iris, because we’d missed our deadline for coming home. But he never did. He always gave us the extra time…always sure we’d make it home."

"The reputation SG-1 has is well-earned," Casey said softly. "SG-1 has been on more ‘one-way’ missions than any other team in the mountain. And they’ve always walked back down that ramp. Every time."

"SG-1 magic," Daniel replied, his voice soft as well. "May it never waver."

"Amen," Casey whispered.

Daniel was laying in bed, reading one of the leather bound novels Casey had given him for Christmas. She’d told him she’d just be a minute before joining him. He glanced at the clock. It had been five minutes so far. "Casey?"

"Just a sec…"

Her voice was muffled. He stretched to look through the open bedroom door. The bathroom door was closed. He couldn’t help but grin. Apparently his very passionate Wife had a plan or two for the night. With a sigh, congratulating himself on having won the heart and love of an amazing woman like Casey, he went back to his book. Not that he was actually able to concentrate.

Casey breezed into the room. She was wearing the tiny, white ‘baby-doll’ lingerie she’d worn for him the day she’d arrived in Colorado – leaving everything and everyone she’d ever known behind to be with him – her movements making the thin, delicate material cover and expose her beautiful body just the way it had that afternoon.

"Sweet Jesus," Daniel murmured, closing the book and trying to get it onto the night-stand without actually looking as he did so.

She giggled. "I thought maybe you’d enjoy taking this off me…again."

"I would most definitely enjoy taking that off you…again," he said softly. He held his hand out. "C’mere."

She closed the distance between her and the bed, reaching for his hand before she was actually close enough to touch him. She sighed silently when his fingers closed around hers, and tugged gently. He had pushed the pillows up behind him as he sat reading…she took advantage of his position and straddled his hips. He was already aroused, she could feel the length of his manhood between them as she leaned forward to kiss him.

He couldn’t count the number of times his Wife had put on some mind-altering bit of lace and ribbon, and then proceeded to make love to him until he was utterly exhausted, and totally satisfied. Danny, you are the luckiest man alive, his brain told him. Yes…yes I am, he replied. Stop talking and get busy, his body complained. Without conscious thought…or so it seemed…his arms wrapped around her slender frame and pulled her close. "I love you," he whispered in her ear, just before his tongue began to trace the delicate whorl.

"I love you," she whispered in reply. Her hands were moving up and down his chest, while her lips were moving over his shoulders. Her hair was hanging down, hiding her as she made love to him.

He wanted…needed to see her face. He reached out, caught a handful of blonde silk and pushed it over her shoulder. His fingers moved over her jaw…he traced her lips with his finger.

She raised her head and pressed her lips against his…waited for him to make her gasp.

His lips moved gently against hers. His tongue traced her lips, then the tip moved back and forth over her lower lip. Her gasp allowed entrance to her mouth, of which he took full advantage. He tasted her, teased her, battled for control of the kiss as she tried to slip her tongue into his mouth. Her fingers began to pluck at his nipples, bringing a gasp to his own lips, and she won…slipping into his mouth to taste and tease him, just as he had done to her. With a moan of pleasure, Daniel opened his mouth wider, inviting her to move deeper. His hand went behind her head and held her closely.

Casey felt her pulse race with delight when his moan vibrated against her. And determined in that moment that she would hear the moan that drove her crazy with desire – that sound of sheer need and pleasure that came from deep in his belly. She shifted slightly, moved her lips away from his just a tiny bit…moved more…began to kiss his jaw, the rasp of his five o’clock shadow sending a shiver up her spine.

"Give me a second, babe," he whispered. He waited until she’d moved away from him far enough that he could lean forward, and pull the pillows from behind him. He tossed them to the other side of the bed. Once he was laying flat, he pulled her down onto his chest, his hands moving up and down her back, the lacy top of her lingerie tickling his palms.

Kissing him again, taking her time to examine every inch of his mouth, allowing him to do the same to her, she once again ran her fingers over his chest. Her lips moved to his chin…his throat…his shoulder. She left her mark, noting the catch in his breath as she did so. Sliding down slightly, she left a trail of kisses across his chest, taking the time to lick at the tattoo that adorned his pectoral muscle. She glanced up at him, gave him a wink and a grin, giggled when he did the same. Making love to Daniel was the most incredible thing in her life. When they were together…alone…making love…the rest of the universe ceased to exist. There was only the two of them…the entity they created when they became one…and the garden of pure pleasure that only they could find…and only together could they find it.

When she wrapped her lips around his nipple, he was afraid he’d lose total control. Fire raced from the top of his head to the tips of his curling toes, and lodged in his rigid cock. He was already throbbing, anticipating the most adored of her caresses and kisses. His body gave a shiver when she slid down again, dragging her tongue over the sensitive skin of his abdomen.

She did her best to position herself so that his turgid shaft would be cradled between her breasts, still kissing the warm flesh of his belly. His growl startled her…she looked up in surprise.

"I need to feel your skin against me," he groaned. "Take it off!"

With a smile…having known that he’d never allow her to wear the baby doll for more than a few minutes...Casey sat up, untied the bow between her breasts, and slipped the straps off her shoulders. She let the sheer material flutter to the bed, then resumed her position and continued to cover him with her kisses.

He pushed his hips up, struggling to keep from grabbing her shoulders and shoving her toward his hips. The soft skin of her breasts continued to tantalize his swollen flesh, he did his best to move enough to find a bit of relief.

Knowing that if she allowed him, he’d rub against her until he was ready to come, she moved down yet again. Smiled when she felt his legs move, offering her the space to kneel between them. Her ass resting on her feet, she leaned forward and began to lick the hard-as-steel shaft that throbbed so intensely.

He watched her, held her hair back as she closed her eyes at the same time she moved her mouth down on him…taking him in with tantalizing slowness. Before he could take a breath, she was moving up and down…caressing him with her tongue on the way down, sucking hard and steady on the way up. Feelings of pure bliss surrounded him. He gently caressed her jaw with one hand…smiled when she looked up at him, her green eyes filled with love.

No matter how many times she’d done this to him…for him…each time was as precious as the first. She closed her eyes once again, allowed him to fill her other senses…the scent that was just Daniel…the taste of his skin and the salty fluid that was leaking so copiously now…the feel of his manhood in her hands and mouth. The sensations were enough to set her body on fire…and the ache between her thighs became wonderfully, excruciatingly intense.

"Oh, god…yeah…just like that," he panted, his hips rising to meet her mouth each time she moved down on him.

Even though he was throbbing fast and hard, he wasn’t quite there…he wasn’t on the edge yet. He wouldn’t offer up that moan she so wanted to hear…not yet. She let him fall from her mouth, and began to kiss and lick his hips…buried her nose in the nest of curly hair that surrounded that impressive symbol of masculinity…moved down to greet his heavy balls.

She was going to kill him. He was certain of it. She was going to tease him until he couldn’t take it any longer…and then she’d take him to the top of the mountain only to refuse to let him leap into the abyss. He’d keel over from sheer need. And he would love every minute…every second of the sweet, amazing journey she was taking him on. When she finally allowed him to take flight it would be mind-blowing.

Making herself comfortable, she took him back into her mouth. Moved with slow determination up and down the shaft; her tongue traced the mushroomed head each time she had moved all the way up. Her hands continued to caress and stimulate that part of his manhood she could never take orally…one hand went to his balls once again, gently moved them up and down against the base of his erection. She began to count how many times she could lick around the girth…or at least partially so…each time she moved down. Made certain that she caressed as much of him as she could before she had him as deep as she could take him. Then she reversed course…moving with just as much deliberation back to the tip.

He felt as if he was on the verge of exploding into a million pieces, the sweet torment of her mouth moving so slowly, so diligently up and down his cock left him breathless with need. "Gotta come," he ground out in a harsh whisper.

She smiled against his skin. Just a few more minutes…maybe just one or two…She increased the pace…moving just a bit faster. Then she moved with more speed and determination. The groan she’d been waiting to hear filled the room around them.

"Oh, god," he moaned.

Her fingers began to stroke up and down on his scrotum as it tightened against his body…he was almost there…almost there…she shook her head from side to side when she had reached the tip of his erection, then slid her mouth back down…back up, sucking as hard as she could…

"Sweet Jesus!"

Victorious…she took down every drop of that precious white love as he throbbed and pulsed. She carefully licked him clean, then began to kiss her way back up his body, noting with satisfaction that his chest was still heaving. When she’d reached his lips, his kiss was ardent; she could feel the love he was sending. "Better?" she asked, when his mouth moved away from hers.

"Damned near dead," he replied.

"Oh, please. You say that every time. You haven’t died yet," she countered.

"Only because you take pity on me at the last second," he grinned. He ran his fingers over her jaw once again. "Thank you," he whispered.

"You’re welcome," she whispered in return, her eyes sparkling. Before she could comprehend that he had moved, Casey found herself on her back, Daniel looking down at her, the love in his eyes taking her breath away.

"Your turn, Angel," he said softly. He dipped his head to kiss her…just barely moving his lips against hers. He slowly, gently increased the pressure, teased her lips with his tongue, so that he could once again taste her.

She wiggled slightly as his kiss stoked the fire that was already burning in her body. Making love to him the way she had always left her in dire need of his attention. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders…one hand found its way into his hair. Her fingers curled around the short, dark-blond locks as he deepened their kiss. Her heart was racing, her pulse pounding, that secret place between her thighs aching. She needed to feel him, wanted to feel him deep inside. She also knew that he would send her flying with his lips and tongue before he was ready to take her. It wasn’t just his addiction that needed to be fulfilled, but her own need to be worshipped as well…for the incredible sensations that he could elicit in her body when he made love to her in that special way.

When her hands moved over him…one in his hair, the other caressing the back of his neck, Daniel couldn’t help but sigh mentally. He almost chuckled aloud when he felt her legs lock around his hips, noting that her body was poised to prevent him from moving away from her. Not going anywhere, Angel.

As it always did when he was kissing her, making love to her, the thought that she tasted so damned sweet…smelled so sweet…felt like heaven in his arms moved through his mind. Just for him…she had been created just for him. The joy and gratitude that filled his heart and mind and soul at that thought caused a shiver to move over his body, shaking him from head to toe.

She felt him shudder, could only assume that he was feeling as good as he was making her feel. And as much as she loved his kisses, she really needed him to move on. Her nipples ached for his attention; the fire in her belly was crying out for more.

Her tongue was beginning to flutter against his. She wanted him to move on. As tempting as it was to continue kissing her, to tease her just a bit, his body was beginning to make its own demands. He needed that sweet, intoxicating, addicting honey she created just for him. And he would not cheat her of the pleasure she deserved.

He slid down slightly, moving his lips from hers…leaving tiny kisses at the corners of her mouth…moving to her jaw…her throat. Her soft moan of approval filled the air around him, making his heart hammer against his ribs with delight. She had marked his shoulder, there was no way he would pass up the opportunity to leave his mark on her throat. Shivered slightly when her fingers began to gently tug at his hair, a sure sign that she was turned on, and enjoying his ministrations.

When he slid down once again, her body tensed with anticipation. He left soft kisses on her décolletage. She couldn’t hold back her second moan when his warm mouth surrounded her aching nipple. His hand was tormenting its twin, tugging at the nipple just a bit, then massaging her entire breast. Sensations of fire and pleasure raced up and down her spine, fanning the flames that burned in her, made her very core ache with need. "Oh, yes," she whispered softly.

That’s it, Angel…talk to me. Tell me what you like. He began to suckle in earnest, taking his time, lavishing his attention on first one breast, then the other. Her back was completely off the bed as she tried to force more of that beautiful mound into his mouth. Her shoulders dropped back onto the bed as she pressed her hips against him. The heat from her womanhood was warming his belly and sending even more signals of pleasure to his brain.

He wrapped his hands around her waist, gently eased her body back onto the soft, jersey sheet-covered mattress…all the while his heart rejoicing that his touch could arouse her so…could please her. He carefully planted kisses on her belly, then toyed with the platinum ring that adorned her bellybutton. The muscles of her abdomen rolled…he managed to keep his mouth in contact with her skin the entire time. When he slid down again, the lace of the tiny panties she was wearing tickled his nipples. He glanced up at her, offered her a smile, and hooked his thumbs around the scrap of lace and tugged at them. He rolled to his side, allowing her to pull her legs up so that he could work the panties free. He tossed them over his shoulder, grinned when she giggled.

As soon as he had settled himself, prepared to worship her, she moved her legs farther apart, offering every charm she had. His for the taking her eyes told him. He watched her eyes as he lowered his head and moved his tongue up and down the swollen, moist cleft of her womanhood. Used the tip of his tongue to part puffy nether-lips so that he could search for every drop of sweet honey that had escaped her warm honey-pot.

Her breath was coming faster as she waited for his most intimate of kisses, her body as taut as a bowstring. Daniel was the virtuoso, and she was the instrument he played with such precision. He would compose the symphony, and she would fly to the stars as a result of each note he so carefully cast against her skin. The ache deep in her well had become exquisite agony. It was impossible to remain still as he continued to make love to her, his tongue dancing against her body.

He tossed about in his mind for a poem…something worthy of her. He would never admit to the amount of time he spent searching for love poems; not to recite to her, but to write upon her skin with his tongue. One short poem presented itself to his memory, and he set about inscribing it…

Whatever he was doing with his tongue was about to drive her out of her mind. The soft flicks, the firm laps, the way he teased her clit…she tossed her head to the side, filled both hands with his hair.

He could feel her body vibrating…she was so very close! Her clit was swollen and peeking seductively at him…and he’d swear it was as hard as his cock. He wrapped his lips around the sensitive nub and flickered his tongue against it.

"Nngg…yes…right there…"

Her voice was low and breathless and sultry and made his swollen manhood throb even harder as he concentrated on her pleasure. He slid two fingers inside her, caressed her gently. When her hips began to move with more force against his face, he added a third finger, and began to stroke hard and deep.

"Nngg…"

That special whimper filled her throat, slowly built up until she was singing her love to him, the sweet song resonating in the air around him. He lowered his mouth and began to lap at the nectar that was flowing so abundantly from her warm well…the tremors that moved through his body letting him know that those special pheromones were in play…he felt as if he could spread his arms and fly.

Her body dropped back onto the bed, and she gazed at him contentedly, her smile soft.

"How was that?" he asked, moving up to lay beside her.

"Amazing. Wonderful. Mind-blowing," she replied softly. She rolled to her side, reached down and wrapped her hands around the erection standing so proudly from his body. "I really need to feel you inside me," she whispered.

Daniel rolled to his back. "C’mere, Angel. Ride me."

Casey moved over him, stroked him a few times before sliding her body down, taking him in. "So good," she moaned.

He gasped as her body surrounded him. "So good," he agreed fervently.

Putting her hands on his shoulders, she moved back and forth. She smiled down at him when his hands went to her hips. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Angel." He reached up, pushed her hair behind her shoulder. Teasing a nipple with his fingers, he couldn’t help but smile when she pushed her breast against his hand.

Slowly she began to move up and down…moving higher each time, until he was barely inside her before she pushed her body back down, her hips meeting his. When her hips were against his, she rubbed back and forth…then up again.

The rhythm she had established had him rocking in unison, their bodies moving together in harmony. Their gaze was locked as they began to climb that mountain of pure, sweet pleasure. Their eyes sent messages of love that echoed in their bodies.

As wonderful as she was feeling, what she really wanted, Casey acknowledged, was for Daniel to take her…hard and fast. She settled against his chest, her breasts flattened between them…unaware that the shiver he gave was the result of her nipples against his skin.

Before he could lose his mind from the multiple sources of stimulation – her hard, pointed nipples pressing into his chest, her hair against his arms, her well gripping his erection so firmly, the sweet smell of their lovemaking that was beginning to waft through the air – Daniel rolled them over, settling over her. He continued the leisurely pace she had set for them…in…out…in…out…in…out…Nothing could compare to making love to his Wife. Nothing in the world…in the universe could bring as much contentment…such complete and utter joy.

She locked her arms around his shoulders, her legs around his hips, meeting him thrust for thrust as their dance of love continued. Too soon, she knew, their bodies would demand more, and their gentle movements would no longer be enough. She closed her eyes and savored the feelings that moved over her. In a matter of minutes she felt it…that burning need to feel him deeper. Her legs locked behind his thighs, her hands dropped down to his ass. With a groan of sheer, raw desire, Casey began to grind against him, doing her best to continue moving so that he was still sliding in and out of her well.

He loved it when she lost control…when the needs of her body overrode her ability to follow his lead. He pushed into her as far as he could, allowing her movements to stimulate him as well. Just as she had acknowledged what her needs would demand of her, he knew that she would drive him to the brink of madness, and he would pound into her like a madman.

Tingles were beginning to build in all the right places. She was panting as she continued to ride him as best she could. Could feel it when he seemed to swell more inside her…she was so close…she could feel that soft breeze blowing against her face as she continued to climb that mountain of sheer pleasure…

His body was beginning to tremble from his attempts to remain still…or as still as he could be – his hips had been moving slightly as she continued to grind against him. With a loud moan of need, he rose on his arms and began to drive into her.

"Oh, yes…" she murmured, wrapping her legs around his hips once again, her hands around his biceps. She could see the spirals of color beginning to take shape…so close now…

Thrusting as deeply as he could, Daniel began to increase his pace. The headboard began to thump against the wall – tap…tap…tap – the cadence matching the beating of their hearts.

"Nngg…don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop," she begged breathlessly.

He could feel that tickle in the back of his head. Knew that he had just a matter of seconds before she sent him spiraling with the way she was using those muscles inside to clamp down on his cock. "Give it to me…don’t hold back," he commanded…he begged...breathlessly.

She ground her hips against his once…twice…as he continued shove himself into her again and again. Behind her closed eyelids colors were spinning…lights were flashing…the breeze was constant now. With a cry she dove over the edge of the cliff and straight into waves of pure bliss.

As soon as her aria of love filled the air, Daniel gave a shout of pleasure and let go, emptying himself into her. The pulsing walls of her well seemed to milk his throbbing cock. Totally spent, his shaking arms gave out and he collapsed onto her. Couldn’t help but smile against the bed when he felt her arms and legs lock around him again. Shivered with happiness when he felt her press a soft kiss to his shoulder.

Holding him in the first few minutes after their dance of love, feeling his weight against her – a burden she loved to bear – Casey kissed his shoulder again. She felt him shift, ready to roll them over. She tightened her grip on him. "No…not yet," she begged softly.

Concerned that he was crushing her, put his forearms beside her shoulders, tried to put more weight on them. She wasn’t having that at all…she simply tugged until he was once again fully resting on her.

These were the moments when his presence was the most real to her. That he was real and in her arms and loved her. These were the precious moments when none of the fears caused by the scars on her soul could haunt her.

Deciding that he’d given her enough time to hold him, still concerned about crushing her, Daniel rolled over. Smiled when she settled against him. He worked his hands beneath that long, blonde silk and began to move them up and down the silky expanse of her back – from her shoulders to her hips, and back again.

She folded her arms, rested her chin on her wrist. She smiled happily at him. "That was incredible."

"Yes, it was," he smiled in return. "Making love with you is always incredible."

She reached up with one hand to stroke his jaw, her chin still resting on the other arm. "Making love with you always takes my breath away," she said softly.

"How about letting me get the pillows," he suggested.

"You’re the one who tossed them over there, and now that I’m nice and comfortable, you want me to move?"

"Yep."

With a giggle she rolled off him. "Now that I think about it, I should probably make a visit to the bathroom."

"Good idea," he agreed. Daniel crawled off the bed, leaned over and grabbed the pillows and tossed them back into place. He grinned at the sight of those tiny, lacy panties clinging to the very edge of the bed. He plucked them up, picked up the top of the enticing little outfit, and handed them to his Wife. "Thank you," he whispered.

"You’re welcome," she whispered back. "I love how grateful you are when I wear something special for you."

"Can’t help but be grateful. Those little numbers always lead to such interesting and satisfying activities."

She began to giggle. "Very satisfying activities!"

After a trip to the bathroom, Daniel checked to make certain the alarm system was set, and Casey straightened the bed. Within a matter of minutes, they were wrapped in each other’s arms, drifting toward the land of Nod.

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