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To Elvis, Or Not To Elvis

Chapter 9

Jack wandered into the briefing room, hands in the pockets of his BDU pants. The voices raised in ire could be heard all the way to the elevator. He scanned the room, bit back his smile. Major Davis had his elbows on the table, his hands pressed together, his lips touching his fingers. General Vidrine was sitting back in his chair, gripping the arms so tightly that it looked as if he were about to snap them off. Probably to beat those guys with, he thought amusedly, watching as the two alien visitors continued to shout at one another, their voices loudly canceling one another out as they pointed fingers at one another. Both military men looked exhausted.

After observing the latest SGC entertainment for a few brief, enjoyable moments, Jack took a deep breath, and approached the conference table. "Hey, fellas."

General Vidrine looked up. Didn't care if the relief he felt at seeing O'Neill was visible on his face or not. "General O'Neill!"

"What are you doing here?" Major Davis asked at almost the same time.

Not surprisingly, the two diplomats looked up with total surprise, their stern expressions revealing their view of the flagrant interruption.

Jack grinned. "Radar picked up one of her psychic radio messages. She said we needed to get back here stat. What's going on?"

"We've been trying to help these men reach an agreement," Davis replied.

"We haven't been able to get them to stop yelling at each other long enough to even listen to our proposals," Vidrine sighed.

"That so?" The grin he'd been fighting broke free. "Watch and learn, gentlemen." Jack turned his attention back to the two alien delegates who were watching him. "How ya doin'?" Held up his hand when it seemed both men were about to reply…at the same time. "What do you say we take a little break. All this negotiating can wear a body out. And you've been at it…wow…three hours so far today; or so I hear. We've prepared special quarters for you. You can relax, get a massage, room service, whatever you need. Come on, I'll show you."

The two men rose to their feet hesitantly. Stared with open-mouthed surprise when Casey bounced into the room, wearing faded blue jeans and a button-down shirt that did little to hide her feminine attributes. "Hello," she said smiling.

Vidrine grinned. "Hello, Mrs. Jackson."

"Please, that's so formal," she said, smiling wider. "Everyone calls me Casey."

"Or Radar," Jack tossed in.

Rising to his feet, Vidrine nodded. "Thank you, Casey. General O'Neill, I believe you were about to take these gentlemen to their quarters?"

"Not exactly. We have a more…special…place in mind," Jack said amiably.

"It's all ready," Casey said.

"Good." Jack rubbed his hands together. Turned to the still dumbstruck delegates. "This way."

Without a single word of protest the two delegates fell into step behind Jack. Casey was walking beside him, talking quietly to him…her voice too soft to be heard by anyone around them. His chuckle filled the air, he draped his arm around her shoulders, and replied just as softly. She nodded, and dashed forward to call the elevator.

Looking over his shoulder, Jack offered the two now silent men a smile. "Radar is just gonna make sure our ride is ready." He motioned toward the elevator, the doors of which were open, waiting for them to enter.

Vidrine was surprised that neither of the delegates uttered a word as they stepped into the car. He and Major Davis were nearly as slack-jawed as the aliens when they followed Jack onto level sixteen.

Opening the door with a flourish, Jack walked into the room, followed closely by the Amorans. It seemed that the 'special' room was, in fact, one of the 'holding' rooms. It looked like the cell of any jail or prison; it had been, however, set up to accommodate two occupants. Gracing the middle of the small table was a large bowl of fruit, and an unopened case of bottled water. "Ha! Fellas, what do you think?" Jack asked, smiling brightly. "All right, so it's not the Ritz, but we do what we can around here. Knock twice when you're ready to talk like adults, all right?" Jack shooed Vidrine and Davis into the hall, had his hand on the doorknob before either of the visitors could speak.

Arnbjorg's eyes moved around the room…took in the two cots, the two chairs. One table. After spending the night in the guest quarters he'd been assigned, he recognized the sink and toilet that were tucked into one corner. "Wait!"

"You don't expect us to share this room!" Ketill hissed, his eyes narrowing in disbelief, and not a little anger.

"Not amicably, at first. But I have great hope for you boys." Jack stepped out of the room, and as the two Amorans rushed toward the door, he slammed it closed. He waved the key in front of the small window, where the two men stared wide-eyed at him.

"You can't do this!" Ketill insisted, shouting to be heard through the thickness of the door.

"Open this door at once!" Arnbjorg demanded, punctuating his words with a fist against the window.

Jack turned toward the guard who had been waiting silently in the corridor, tossed the keys to the young man. "Nobody gets out."

Casey bit back a giggle at the look on the Marine's face.

Major Davis stared at Jack, then at the two angry faces still peering out at them. "You intend to leave them there?"

"Those boys will either come to an agreement, or kill each other," Jack said, leading the way back to the elevator.

General Vidrine started, glanced back at the closed door. "Do you think it's a good idea to leave them alone like that?"

Jack chuckled. "What they needed was something in common to complain about. I gave them that - me. They'll gripe to each other about their 'treatment', and before you know it, they'll figure out that they have other things in common as well."

"I'm impressed," Vidrine admitted.

"Learned from the best," Jack smiled. "Daniel is a genius when it comes to dealing with some of our alien 'friends'."

Vidrine and Davis both chuckled.

"Now, Radar says we have a bit of a problem on level nineteen?"

"An alien plant," Davis confirmed. "Apparently any light source activates very…interesting…growth."

"Cool," Jack said. Once again he led the way to the elevator.

He revised his opinion slightly when the elevator doors opened on that particular level. The only light visible came from the red emergency lights. Doctor Lee was frantically pulling at several vines, which seemed to disappear into the ventilation shaft. "Seymour, what the hell have you been feeding this thing?"

The smile that Lee offered was wan at best, and an automatic response to the reference from the movie 'Little Shop of Horrors'. Which he would have found funnier, given that he'd named the plant 'Audrey Three', if the damned thing wasn't was completely, totally out of control, and well on its way to taking over the entire SGC. "I have no idea."

Casey looked up at Jack. "I think it needs lots of dark light."

Jack cocked an eyebrow at her. "Say what?"

"Dark light," the seer repeated.

Lee snapped his fingers. "Black light! When we used a black light on it, nothing happened!"

Jack pushed a large leaf from in front if his face. "Can you rig enough black lights around here to work?"

"I can try. We'll need to turn all the lights off on the levels above and below as well," Lee said, motioning toward the air vent. "Some of the plant has managed to escape this level."

"Okay, get it done," Jack ordered.

"You got it!" Doctor Lee hurried toward his office, where…once he could locate his phone…he'd call maintenance to douse the lights.

Doctor Coombs hurried toward the group. "Salt water!"

"What?" Jack asked, slightly confused.

"Salt water seems to make it shrivel up," Coombs explained, holding up a pot with a very brown plant leaning precariously to one side.

"Commissary should have all the salt you need," Jack said. "How long?"

Coombs glanced around. "I dunno…couple of hours maybe."

"You've got one," Jack replied.

"One hour. Right," Coombs sighed. He shuffled back toward the lab shared by himself, Lee, and Felger.

"Okay, what else has happened?" Jack asked.

"The pipes broke in the men's locker room yesterday," Davis said. "However, General Vidrine was able to deal with that problem."

"Good. I hope you fellas don't take offence, but I just got married. So I'm gonna head on home. We'll see if those delegates are ready to talk tomorrow."

"But-" Vidrine started.

"Sir, there's a nice bowl of fruit in there, a case of bottled water, and there's a john in the corner. No need to interrupt any actual negotiations that might be going on," Jack explained.

It was impossible not to grin. "Very well, then. Congratulations on your marriage, General," Vidrine said.

"Thank you, sir. Oh, and by now Radar and Daniel have left as well. I mean, we did have the entire week off, right?"

General Vidrine chuckled. "Yes, you did."

"Good. I'll check in tomorrow morning." He turned toward the elevator.

"General O'Neill!" Vidrine called.

Jack paused, turned slightly to look at Vidrine.

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me," Jack replied easily. "Thank Radar and her psychic radio." With a grin and a wave, he stepped into the elevator. The doors closed before Davis and Vidrine could react and follow him.

While Casey had been busy getting one of the holding cells ready for the alien delegates, Daniel had found Doctor Beth Meyers and answered her questions. None of them had been particularly important, although by speaking with her, two research projects would be well underway when he and Casey returned from their downtime.

Still waiting for his Wife, Daniel searched his memory for the name of the hotel where he'd rented a room the day she'd arrived in Colorado for the first time. Frowning as he struggled to recall, he turned on his computer. He'd paid online by credit card…

A wide grin on his face, he went to the bank website and called up the activity of his account. There…Holiday Inn Denver East. Yep, that was the one. A quick Google search, and he was looking at the homepage for the hotel. That's where they'd spend the next two days. He wondered if he could get the same room…just as he had at the hotel in Tacoma. For a moment his thoughts strayed to the afternoon he and Casey had spent in a room filled with memories on the west coast, right after she'd testified against her mother at the trial. She'd been his Fantasy Angel that day.

Shaking himself slightly, forcing his mind back to the matter at hand before the memories of that afternoon in Tacoma could stir his body to full arousal, Daniel located the phone number, grabbed the phone on his desk and dialed. "Yes, this is Doctor Daniel Jackson. I'd like to reserve a room please…tonight, tomorrow night, and Saturday night. And…if I could, I'd like room 615 again…that's great! Yes, that's right, three nights…yes…American Express…" He frowned slightly when he heard a noise in the corridor - he wanted their accommodations to be a surprise. He gave his credit card number, and was able to end the call.

Sneaking to the door, he peeked out, then sighed with relief. Jonas was sorting through a folder as he walked toward his own small office.

"So, three whole nights alone in room 615, Doctor Jackson?" She remembered the room number, if not the name of the hotel where they'd stayed when she'd first arrived in Colorado.

Daniel spun around. Casey stood leaning against the wall, grinning from ear to ear. Apparently she'd ducked down the cross corridor when she'd heard him get up from his desk. "You're sneaky," he grumbled.

"Stealthy," she corrected, reaching out, grabbing the front of his shirt, and pulling him close.

"I wanted it to be a surprise."

Casey gave a soft sigh. "You're so romantic," she murmured. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He wrapped his arms around her waist. Shivered imperceptibly with pure happiness when her arms locked around his neck. "Are you and Jack finished?"

Casey giggled. "That man is sneakier than I am. I wish you could have seen the looks on the delegates' faces when he locked them in that holding cell together. And I thought General Vidrine's eyes were going to pop out of his head!"

Daniel chuckled loudly.

"Jack said those guys needed a common enemy, and so he gave them one…him. He also said he learned from the best. You."

"He really said that?" Jack often complimented him on a job well done. 'Good job, Danny' was the usual comment. And he'd even heard Jack bragging about his archaeological and diplomatic skills to the leaders of various groups of people they'd met. But the military man had never once admitted to having learned anything from their time together.

"He really said that. He also said he'd check in on those guys tomorrow, and that he doesn't want to see us until Monday. And something about tossing our asses into the other holding cell if he catches us here after lunch. Oh, he said he'd leave the camera on, too."

"We'd better go," Daniel grinned, glancing at his watch.

"Good idea," she smiled.

"Anything you need from the house?"

"Why?"

"Our luggage is still in the Jeep. We can head straight for Denver."

Green eyes sparkled with anticipation. "Three nights, three days…just you and me and a comfy bed…"

Daniel dropped a kiss on her lips, then led her toward the elevator. "Sounds like heaven to me."

Casey settled her sunglasses on her nose, kicked her shoes off and put her bare feet on the dashboard of the Jeep.

Daniel glanced at her; smiled when the thought that she looked like a model or an actress striking a pose flittered across his mind. Followed in quick succession by the thought that having the love of such a beautiful woman was nothing short of a miracle.

"I'd prefer that you keep your eyes on the road," Casey said drolly, noting that he was looking over at her again.

"Nothing on the road's as beautiful as you," he replied. He returned his concentration to the highway that stretched out in front of him. Noted that traffic was beginning to pick up.

"Sweet talker."

He grinned. "I was wondering if there's anything you'd like to do while we're in Denver," he said, hoping to sound casual. "Do some sightseeing? Go to a museum? Take in a movie, maybe?"

She looked over at him. "Just being with you is all I want to do," she replied softly. "If you want to go sightseeing, or to a museum, or to a movie, that's fine with me."

"C'mon, Case, there has to be something you'd like to do," Daniel insisted.

She shifted slightly, so she could look at the man beside her. A frown creased her brow as the thought that perhaps three days and nights alone wasn't exactly what her Husband wanted. "I repeat, I just want to be with you."

"You are so good for my ego," he smiled.

"What's this all about?"

He sighed. "Well, we never dated. Not really."

She snorted softly. "Can't argue with that."

"I just wondered if maybe…if…well, we never did the things couples do when they're getting to know each other."

"I suppose that was because we'd have had to crawl out of bed to do those things," she quipped.

Daniel couldn't hold back the laughter the comment evoked. "Okay, that's true."

"Stud Muffin, when we met, our hearts had been searching for each other for so long that there wasn't a need to go through the whole 'courtship ritual'. You're my Destiny, I'm your Destiny, and we both recognized that fact immediately." She paused, frowning again as she examined her feelings on the issue. "Dating wasn't what I wanted from you…with you. I guess because for me, dating means 'temporary'. I wanted forever with you" She took a breath, blew it out slowly as memories moved through her mind. None of them pleasant. "Besides, I've gone on a few dates, and they were the most miserable nights of my life!"

"Bad, huh?"

"Bad," she confirmed. "Usually, if the guy took me to dinner, that was okay, I could keep the table between us. And a movie was great because then we didn't have to talk…" she paused, then sighed. "Okay, I didn't have to listen to the continual, bad 'let's have sex' lines and the bragging."

He snickered softly.

"But once dinner and the movie were over…" She shook her head. "I always felt as if I'd suddenly been locked into a cage with a freaking octopus."

"They wanted more than you were offering." It wasn't a question, it was a statement of fact.

"Hey, I really didn't even want to hold hands," she replied. "Holding hands morphs into arms around each other which morphs into hugging, and from there it just went downhill. They were trying to put their hands in places I didn't want to be touched, and at the same time they were trying to get me out of my clothes. I assume that I only dated idiots, because not one of them seemed to comprehend what the word 'no' meant."

"You're beautiful, Casey. And sensual. It's kinda hard not to wanna jump your bones," Daniel pointed out quietly.

"I suppose that whole Hathor-gene thing is to blame," she huffed.

She hated that she was a natural carrier of the gene that made her so enticing to men. Not that it bothered him at all. So damned sweet, he thought, licking his lips absently. "Probably."

"I really only dated a couple of guys. But the experiences were enough to put me off the whole idea of dating."

"So, if I'd asked you out, and just taken you to dinner…"

"I'd have jumped your bones as soon as we were back in the car," Casey intoned solemnly.

"Lucky me," he chuckled.

"Daniel, I'd never wanted from a man what I wanted from you, the minute I laid eyes on you. Never wanted to give a man what I wanted to give you. While we were staring at each other, all I could think about was you and me naked on a bed somewhere," she confessed softly.

"Really?" He felt his chest tighten with love. His Wife had been a virgin when she'd come to his bed…an innocent in so many ways. To know that he had inspired what he realized were unusual feelings of lust…"Wow," he said softly.

"So what brought all this up?"

He wrapped his fingers around hers when her hand reached for his. "Just before the wedding, Jack was telling Teal'c and me about the dates he and Sam went on. Getting to know one another outside of the SGC. Coming to terms with the fact that it was okay for them to care for one another. Love one another."

"And so you thought maybe I'd been 'cheated' out of that?" she asked softly. She didn't need her gift of sight to understand how Daniel's thoughts must have turned.

"That's what I thought," he admitted.

"Daniel, I wouldn't change one moment of our lives together. And that includes the way we met."

"Neither would I," he said, raising her fingers to his lips. "So, we go straight to the hotel and we don't emerge until Sunday afternoon?"

"Right. We only open the door to let them toss food in at us occasionally," Casey replied.

He grinned from ear to ear. "Got it."

"Well, I suppose we could stop for dinner before we go to the hotel," she said, glancing at her watch. "I want you fortified for tonight. I have plans for you, Stud Muffin."

"Oh, you do, huh?"

"Mmmhmm. Did you bring the toys?"

He shivered slightly at the implications of the questions. "Sorry, Angel, I didn't think to pack them. We were going to be in Vegas…"

"Don't worry," she said, her voice almost a soft purr. "We'll just improvise."

Daniel took a moment to glance at her, the lust that brightened her eyes making him shiver again. "You're going to try to kill me tonight, aren't you?"

Casey giggled, shook her head. "Nope. But I am going to try to make tonight our best night together yet."

"Oh, hell, you're gonna kill me," he muttered under his breath. Couldn't help but grin as she continued to giggle.

A  A  A  A  A  A

There was a new Italian restaurant just off the exit for Castle Rock. Agreeing with his Wife that it looked promising, Daniel pulled into the parking lot. The smile that covered his face was inevitable when Casey wrapped her arm around his waist and tugged him close as they walked up the sidewalk. How lucky was he, that she seemed to need…want…to touch him as often as he needed and wanted to touch her? When he tightened his arm around her shoulders in response, she sighed softly, the look of happiness on her face enough to have him falling headlong into love with her all over again.

There was no wait, it was early enough that the dinner crowd had yet to arrive. Seated in a quiet booth in the corner, Casey sitting beside him, he began to peruse the menu. Thought about what she'd told him about her dating experiences. He'd not had many himself…and like her, his memories of dating were less than pleasant. Once again the thought that the fact that he'd met her, bedded her, and wed her in just a couple month's time was probably what had kept her from becoming uneasy about his intentions and walking away from him early in their relationship. Destiny, his brain reminded him. "Destiny," he murmured, reaching for her hand, lifting her fingers to his lips.

Casey looked up at him, smiled warmly. "Destiny," she whispered, cupping his cheek.

As was his habit, Daniel kissed her fingers. Allowed her to take her hand back so that she could continue to study the pages of the menu.

"Hmm…ala carte here," she said softly.

"Yep."

"If we each get something different, we could share," she suggested.

"Sounds good to me. So what shall we get?"

After discussing the selection for several minutes, during which time water had been delivered and their drink orders taken, they agreed upon an appetizer of Tuscan-style steamed mussels; a main course of chicken, spinach, and ricotta stuffed manicotti; and a dish of crab and shrimp cannelloni. Daniel teased Casey about her willingness to order seafood…she tended to shy away from seafood in places she wasn't familiar with. Her insistence that seafood 'this far inland' could never be as good as what she'd grown up with on the coast of Puget Sound colored her perceptions. And, he'd even agree that she had a point. Any of the seafood served in Colorado had been flash frozen, at the very least, to preserve it for shipment.

Once the waiter had taken the order, Casey sighed again, and looked around the dining room. "This is nice. A little campy, but nice."

"It reminds me of the Roman Villa," Daniel mused. The red-checkered table clothes, straw-wrapped Chianti bottles, which of course held slender taper candles, and the tiled floors were similar to the small restaurant they'd discovered the day they and Tiesha Taylor had visited the art gallery where Tiesha's prize-winning painting was displayed. They'd gone there for their anniversary, as well.

Casey nodded. "Very close," she agreed. She snuggled against his side. "Wasn't the wedding a hoot?"

Daniel chuckled. "That's one word for it."

"But it was nice. I mean, I lost count of the number of songs that Elvis worked into his little 'sermon', but what he said had such meaning. I never expected that," she admitted.

"It was nice. A bit irreverent. Like Jack," he mused.

"I never thought I'd see him move his hips like that," Casey chortled.

"Yeah, that was classic. I think Janet got video on her phone," Daniel added.

"Oh, I hope so! I want a copy of that!"

"To blackmail him with?" Daniel teased.

"Every chance I get," Casey replied, grinning broadly.

The waiter arrived at that moment, carrying a tray with their appetizer. The remainder of the conversation centered on their food.

A  A  A  A  A  A

"You know," Casey said, as she followed Daniel into the room, "a lot has happened since the day we first walked into this room."

"Two years and three months, give or take, of life has happened," Daniel replied.

"I was so anxious to be with you again…" She glanced at him, her cheeks blazing. "If you'd have wanted to drive back to Colorado Springs that day, I don't know if I could have made it."

"I knew I wouldn't make it," Daniel confessed. "That's why I rented the room. I wanted…I needed…to hold you so badly."

"The first time I ever gave you a massage was on that bed," she said softly.

He shivered slightly as memories of that beautiful afternoon and evening played through his mind.

Casey wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "I love you," she whispered.

"I love you, too," he replied in kind.

"I never dreamed I would ever be…could ever be…so happy," she continued softly. "You've made every dream come true…even the dreams I didn't know I had."

His heart hammered his love against his ribs. Her childhood, her life before they'd met, had been bleak and dark and full of loneliness. He had fared far better than she, even as a ward of the court, bounced from one foster home to another. Once he'd arrived at the SGC, he'd had Jack, and Sam, and Teal'c. But he'd suffered the same pangs of loneliness; aching for the one person, the one woman, who could banish the pain and darkness caused by Sha're's abduction and death. A chance encounter in an alternate universe had changed his life forever, for the better. "You've filled my life with so much happiness, so much sunshine," he said. His voice was low and filled with the love that surged in his heart.

She leaned up and pressed a kiss to his chin.

He lowered his head, captured her lips with his own, and worked the combination that granted him access to the sweet depths of her mouth. He touched her gently, moving slowly, taking the time to taste her, to learn the secrets of her kiss all over again.

Breath of life, she sighed to herself. She couldn't imagine being deprived of his kisses. The times they'd been separated, one of them…usually her…held captive by angry indigenous tribes, or whatever Goa'uld whose path they'd crossed, had taught her the agony of being away from him…of not having access to the kisses that she so adored.

Daniel deepened the kiss…needing more from her, wanting more from her…rejoicing silently when she acquiesced, giving him all that he demanded…and more. So sweet, his mind sang, so very sweet.

She pulled away slowly, watching the flames of desire that danced in his cerulean eyes. "If you'll turn the bed back, I'll go put on something a little more…appropriate…for the occasion."

He was already hard and aching for her. The promise in her softly spoken words made his shaft harden to nearly excruciating rigidity. "I can do that," he murmured, dipping his head to take one more kiss before letting her step away from him.

With a smile, she hurried to her duffel, searched the contents, and as she'd done before in the same circumstances, she held the tiny, sexy lingerie close to her side, so he couldn't get a glimpse at what she'd be wearing. She wiggled her fingers at him, then darted into the bathroom.

With a wide grin on his face, Daniel closed the curtains, then tugged the bedspread, blanket and top sheet to the foot of the bed, folding them neatly…mostly to have something to do while he waited. He undressed, tossing his clothes on top of the bureau. Stretched out on the bed. Right here, he thought. Right here is where I made her scream for the first time. Memories of that very pleasant afternoon caused a shiver to move him from head to foot.

Casey stripped completely, folding her jeans and the shirt she'd been wearing, dropping her bra and panties to the floor to rinse out later. She pulled on the new teddy she'd ordered from Victoria's Secrets. To add to the collection, she thought with a silent giggle. She had a drawer full of sexy lingerie, all purchased for the sole purpose of driving her Husband out of his mind. She'd succeeded each time. Taking the time to brush her hair, she smiled at her reflection. Who'd have thought that she…skinny, nobody Casey Renee…would ever have such an incredible love life? Not me. Thank you, Goddess, for sending Daniel to me!

As he watched the bathroom door, waiting for his Wife to appear, certain that whatever she was wearing would make him crazy with desire, Daniel wondered briefly if Jack and Sam had enjoyed their wedding night. Just as he and Casey had been living together, his two best friends had been spending all of their time off together. But there was something special about a wedding night. Coming together for the first time as Man and Wife. Something…precious. Something so special that each moment was embedded in the memory forever. He could easily recall every moment of their wedding night at the Brown Hotel…

The door opened, and he gasped when Casey stepped into the room. He had no idea where she found the tantalizing scraps of lace and silk, but he was damned grateful that she did! "Sweet Jesus!"

She barely bit back her giggle as she walked slowly toward the bed. She was wearing, for all intents and purposes, a plunging black lace bra, which did little to hide her nipples. It was outlined in pink lace, with a tiny pink satin bow between her breasts. A strip of pink satin ruffle, accented with two more tiny pink satin bows, connected the bra to the tiny panties, which tied closed at the sides with pink satin ribbon. The sheer black lace covered her just enough to be intriguing. Left her ass almost totally bare.

"You are so beautiful," Daniel murmured as she settled onto the bed beside him.

Her hand went to the middle of his chest, her eyes moving up and down his naked body with obvious appreciation. "So are you," she replied softly. She kissed him gently, waiting until he'd made her gasp before taking control of the kiss. With each caress of her tongue against his, she let him know that for the moment, she was in charge. She pulled away, looked down at his body. Her fingers closed around the erection that waved for her attention. "For me?" she asked, her eyes dancing with glee.

"All yours," he smiled, his breath catching in his throat as she began to slowly stroke him.

"You seem a bit tense."

He grinned. "I guess I am."

"I think I'd better take care of this, don't you? So we can take our time," she explained playfully.

"Oh, absolutely. I totally agree."

Kneeling beside him, she leaned over to place kisses on his jaw…his throat…his shoulders…his chest. Took the time to greet his flat, brown nipples with tiny nibbles.

"Oh, god," he breathed, sensations of pleasure zipping up and down his spine. Spread his legs when she shifted, kneeling between his thighs.

Watching his face, the love that burned deeply in his eyes, Casey lowered her head. Gently licked the tip of the shaft that pulsed in her hand.

"Oh, that's it," he murmured, his gaze locked with hers. "Do it!"

Obeying his command, she took as much of him into her mouth as she could.

"Sweet Jesus!"

The woman inside her was doing a dance of sheer joy as she began to move up and down on his turgid member, one hand moving in concert with her mouth, the other gently caressing the heavy sac that rested between his strong, long legs, her fingers moving over the spheres contained therein.

His head dropped back onto the pillow and his eyes fluttered closed as that warm, eager mouth made love to him. There was no way to control the way his hips moved up and down with the rhythm she'd established. He didn't even bother trying to convince his body to resist her manipulations. It wouldn't have listened anyway.

Making love orally to her Husband was one of the greatest joys in Casey's life. Knowing that she was the only woman in his life who had ever done so made each encounter all the more special. Only she had given him this pleasure. Only she could make him feel this good. Thoughts that were not only ego-boosting, but were definitely the most powerful aphrodisiac known.

The wet sounds of her mouth moving over him and the slick sound of her hand as it slid up and down on his length echoed in the room, punctuated by the moans of pleasure that came from two throats.

He wrapped his hands around her head, his fingers tangled among the long, silky-blonde tresses. "That's it, just like that," he whispered breathlessly.

The increased throbbing of his shaft, the tightening of his sac, the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he gasped for breath, the way his belly began to roll…all signs of his impending orgasm. She increased the rhythm, both hands on his length now…his body was nearly off the bed, supported by his shoulders and his heels…

"Oh, god…" His body tensed, waiting for that most glorious of feelings to wash over him. He felt himself slide deeper, touching the back of her throat…she began to swallow…lights flashed…"Sweet Jesus!" He leapt over the edge of the precipice, tumbled into raging waves of pleasure, rode them higher and higher until he was spinning among the stars.

She took everything he gave her, licked him clean, noted with feminine pride that it took several seconds before he dropped back onto the bed. Moving slowly upward, she began to kiss her way to his lips.

When she was lying on top of him, kissing him once again, he locked his arms around her, held her in place while he offered his gratitude for what she'd given him. "That was incredible," he whispered, when he finally allowed her to move away from him.

"Liked that, did ya?" she grinned at him.

"Very much," he grinned in return.

With a soft sigh of contentment, Casey nestled her head on his shoulder. "I so love doing that for you."

"I can tell," he told her. "I can feel the love every time."

She looked up at him. Smiled tenderly. "Good."

His hands were moving up and down her back and shoulders. His fingers began to investigate the back of the bra she was wearing. Found the tiny hooks that kept the two straps together. A quick flick, and it was undone.

She sat up, the bra slipping forward, away from her breasts. "Already? You couldn't let me wear it a little longer?"

"Nope."

Shrugging out of the straps, she let the top of the teddy fall to her waist. "I suppose you want me to get up and take the rest off?"

"That's an excellent idea."

"I don't know why I bother wearing these things, you never leave them on long enough to fully appreciate them.," she huffed.

"Oh, I appreciate every scrap of lace and silk you've ever put on for me," he responded teasingly.

She giggled softly. "That's true. Your eyes have always telegraphed that appreciation to me."

"Good. Because usually I can't speak when I see you in these delightful little things."

"Well, you pray a bit," she giggled.

He thought about that for a moment, then chuckled. "Just being thankful."

Casey rolled to her back, tugged the teddy from her hips, and tossed it to the floor. Before she could move, Daniel had rolled to his side, and was running his hand up and down her body.

"So beautiful," he whispered, before his lips descended on hers.

She rested one hand on his chest, the fingers of the other curling in his short blond hair. The beating of his heart beneath her fingertips was echoed in the primitive pounding of her own heart. Desire made that secret place between her thighs ache for his touch, pulsed through her veins as he took her higher with each caress of his tongue.

His fingers traced the outline of her cheek, wrapped gently around the column of her throat, his thumb caressing her jaw. When she opened her mouth slightly to his probing tongue, he accepted the invitation to delve deeper. Each time they came together, every time they made love, the sensations…the desires…the feelings…all were precious and new. No matter how many times he touched her, it was always as incredible as the first time.

Her breath was already coming in tiny gasps when he slid down, situated himself on top of her, his palms massaging her breasts as his mouth moved over her throat. Every kiss, every nip made her shiver, made her want more. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, held tightly as he composed his love on her skin, tuning her body for the overture that would send her spiraling to the stars.

He couldn't help but grin against her soft breast as she wiggled yet again. He'd hardly started making love to her and she was making those tiny little noises that urged him on, declared her need. It would never cease to amaze him just how worked up she got each and every time she made love to him orally. It was as if she derived almost as much pleasure from doing so as he did receiving those cherished caresses and kisses.

It was impossible not to moan with relief when he finally took her aching nipple into his mouth and suckled gently. She wasn't even aware of her back arching off the bed…she only knew that she needed more…more of his loving attention…more of the sensations of pure pleasure that were washing over her in soft waves.

Her fingers were in his hair again, tugging gently as he moved from one breast to the other, giving each perfect orb and pink nipple his undivided attention. He didn't think she realized that her hips were beginning to press up against him every time he plucked at a hard nipple with his lips and teeth. His mouth was watering, his body shaking in anticipation as he slid lower, laving her flat belly with his tongue, teasing that sensitive little 'inny' belly-button by toying with the platinum ring that glistened there.

Gasping as fingers of fire raced to her molten core, she shivered as he kissed his way to her hips…stretching…reaching…the climax he was orchestrating in her beginning to shimmer above her.

Nuzzling the soft curls at the apex of her thighs, he breathed deeply of her sweet scent, the tremors in his body trumpeting his need for what he could find only at the altar of true love…the potion she created just for him. A bolt of adrenaline shot through him when he dipped his tongue into her warm well, her sweet honey already flowing copiously. He took what he could find, then concentrated on sending her into orbit. The words of a love song that had played on the radio during the drive to the hotel echoed in his head, provided the perfect words to inscribe on her skin…

She had no clue what he was doing, knew only that the way his tongue was moving over her…teasing her, tormenting her…was about to drive her insane. She tossed her head to the side. "Nngg…please…" she pleaded.

Oh yeah, begging is good! Finished with the stanza he'd been writing out, satisfied that he had her on the very edge of the cliff, he took that hardened nub at the top of her folds between his teeth, held her gently as the tip of his tongue flickered back and forth.

"Yes!"

He slid two fingers into her, began to stroke deeply…slowly. Her hips met his hand with each thrust. He suckled slightly on that sensitive bundle of nerves, her body bucked in response. She was ready to fly…

Colors appeared behind her closed eyelids, began to twirl, her body trembling as she waited to take flight…so close…

A third finger joined the loving assault on her body, he closed his eyes and focused his attention on moving his tongue over that tender clit. The whimper he adored filled her throat, built up until she was singing her aria of love to him.

Spinning among the stars, thunder crashing and lightning flashing as she flew, she cried out his name, then dropped back onto the mattress, completely spent.

He gently licked her clean, taking his fill of that sweet nectar. Then kissed his way up her body, as always spending a few moments on her breasts, before kissing her. Daniel rolled to his back, holding his Wife's body close to his own, his hands moving gently up and down her back. "Better?" he asked softly. 

"Incredible," she sighed. She wiggled slightly, felt his firm shaft pressing against her. "I think the anaconda needs more attention."

"Really?"

"Mmmhmm." She slid her hips gently back and forth over his length. "Definitely getting signals of need here," she whispered.

"You're sure?" he asked, grinning slightly.

"Let me check…" Moving her hips with deliberate slowness, she moved from the tip to the base of his shaft.

Oh hell, that certainly has the anaconda's attention, he thought, gasping slightly as her warm womanhood caressed the taut skin of his now fully-engorged erection.

She could feel him begin to throb. Wanted…needed…to feel him do so deep within her. Rising up enough to reach between their bodies, she guided him to that place that ached for him, sighed with pleasure as she settled on him, taking him as deeply as she could…attempting to take more.

For a moment he was certain she was going to try to take him, hips and all, as she continued to push down, wiggle slightly, then push down again.

"More," she whispered.

Oh, god! Does she know what that does to me? With a groan of appreciation…of wonder at her ability to take all of him…he grabbed her hips, thrust upward.

"Yes!"

"Easy, babe," he murmured, when she tried to ride him hard and fast. Amused at how quickly she had reached the point of being out-of-control. "We'll get there, Angel. Slow and easy."

She dropped onto his chest, breathing hard as she struggled to rein in the desires of her body. Reacted with a whimper when his arms locked around her, one around her shoulders, the other around her hips, as he continued to thrust into her.

"Easy," he whispered against her hair. "Look at me."

She sat up, her eyes focused on his. Arched forward when his hands wrapped around her breasts, his thumbs rubbing back and forth over nipples so hard they were beginning to ache.

The love in her eyes was nearly overshadowed by her desire. The look of raw lust that lurked in those amazing emerald green depths sent a shiver of desire up his spine. Once again the thought that he'd never had a woman as passionate as Casey in his bed bounced through his mind.

"Take me to that secret place," she begged in a breathless whisper.

"We're on our way, Angel," he promised. He offered his hands to her. Smiled in response to the bright smile that lit her face. Tightened the muscles of his arms when she pushed against him, using the leverage to lift her body, her well grabbing at him, holding him tightly as she moved up.

"Oh, yes," she moaned. She let her head fall back, her hair brushing against his thighs.

The whisper soft touch of that blonde silk sent another shiver over his body. He couldn't recall one time, one encounter with any other woman, that had ever been filled with the passion…the desire…the love…that he shared with his Wife every time they made love. "I love you."

"I love you, too," she replied softly, smiling down at him.

He hadn't even been aware of speaking out loud. "You're my goddess. My temptress. My heart. You're the air that I breathe."

His softly spoken words brought tears of joy to her eyes. "You're my god. My knight in shining armor. You're everything to me."

He pulled his hands free, slid them up her arms, caressed her shoulders, coaxed her to lay on him once again. Wrapping his arms around her, he continued to rock his hips against hers, feeling the tremors that each gentle thrust caused.

She wasn't surprised when he rolled over again, putting her on her back beneath him. She locked her arms around his shoulders, her legs around his waist. Accepted his kisses eagerly…moaned with delight when he matched the movement of his hips with his tongue, 'taking' her in two places at once.

Her arms tightened, soft sounds of pleasure filled her throat as he tasted her, touched her, loved her. He was in paradise, holding an Angel in his arms.

The slow, steady pace he'd set moved them higher and higher, closer to the edge of the cliff. She could see the clouds twirling in the sky, could feel the breeze against her face, could smell the sweet scent of their love as they performed their private dance.

In spite of his intentions…wanting to prolong their beautiful ride for as long as possible…the passion that filled both of them broke loose, demanding more. He rose up on outstretched arms, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he began to pound into her willing body, grinding his body against hers each time their hips met.

"Yes…yes…yes…don't stop don't stop don't stop don't stop," she chanted, her voice catching in her throat as he rubbed against her.

He was so close he wasn't certain he could hold out until she fell. "Give it to me," he begged, determined that she would come before he did.

With a soft cry, she grabbed his hips, began to ride him with abandon. The whimper she could never contained filled her throat, built up until she cried out as she took flight.

"Casey!" He dropped down onto her, unable to maintain his position as he rocketed into the stratosphere to twirl beside her.

The only sounds in the room were those of their ragged breathing as they dragged air into their lungs, chests heaving from the exertion of their lovemaking.

"Sweet Jesus," Daniel exclaimed. He used what little strength he had left to roll to his back, keeping her body tight against his own.

"It's going to be a great weekend," Casey sighed contentedly.

"Yes it is," he concurred. "By the way, I liked that sexy little number you were wearing."

She giggled against his shoulder. "I figured you would."

They held each other contentedly, basking in the afterglow that followed the physical act of their love.

"Casey?"

"Hmm?"

"If you keep doing that, you're going to wake up the anaconda."

She smiled against his skin. Continued to squeeze and hold him with the muscles deep inside. "That's the idea."

"Who's insatiable?" he teased. Just before he began thrusting gently.

She giggled again.

"Easy, Angel. We have all weekend…"

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