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'Los Noche…30 miles'

His heart was hammering in his chest. Almost there! Every mile seemed to take forever. There! A city limit sign. He slowed down, cruised down the street quietly. The motel sign was turned off, but his headlights had lit it up long enough to see it. He went to the end of the block, turned around. There were only two cars in the parking lot.

He pulled into a parking spot near the middle of the low brick building. It suddenly dawned on him that he had no idea what room she was in. He turned off the engine, the lights shutting off automatically and plunging him into total darkness. He could always wake the proprietor, he supposed. Or, he could just catch a couple of hours of sleep in the jeep.

Tank watched silently for a few minutes. New jeep. Colorado plates. That man, he knew, was Dr. Daniel Jackson. Jimmy had told him about the man who had come to the diner, just a couple of days before that letter arrived, via Mr. Kottler. Was certain that the stranger was the one who had let the doctor know where his wife was staying. He waited for the man to get out. Realized that he didn't know which room Casey was in.

A tap on the window had Daniel jumping almost out of his skin. He rolled it down cautiously.

"Doctor Jackson?"

"Yes?"

Tank grinned. "Room six. She's been on pins and needles waiting for you."

Daniel frowned. "And you are...?"

"Just a friend." Without another word, Tank turned around and walked away. He had no desire to watch Casey greet the love of her life.

His body was shaking, and not just from the need to get a fix of her sweet, sweet honey. His palms were sweating, his pulse was racing…he took a deep breath. Reached into the back seat and grabbed his duffel. Got out of the jeep and locked it. Stood in front of the door that bore the number six. This was it. He'd get one chance to explain. One chance to make her understand how much he loved her. One chance, bucko. Don't blow it!

She was pacing. Soon, her mind chanted, he'll be here soon. She stopped, cocked her head to one side. Was someone outside? She was certain that she'd heard voices…well, once voice anyway. She knew that only one of the rooms had been rented. Another salesman. He'd stopped by Shady Dan's for an hour or so. She moved the curtain aside just enough to see. That was Daniel's jeep!

He raised his hand, was ready to knock when the door flew open. The only light came from the bathroom, casting her in shadows. "Casey?"

"Oh, Daniel!" she breathed. Her heart pounded in her chest, her body shivered. Seeing him brought a rush of love so strong, so deep, that it brought tears to her eyes.

With a moan, he reached for her, pulled her close, held her tightly against his chest. Closed his eyes when her arms locked around his neck. She was shaking, he could tell she was crying. "Shh, it's okay, babe, everything is okay now."

"I’m sorry," she whispered.

"You have nothing to be sorry about, Angel," he replied. "I’m the one who's sorry. I hurt you, I never meant to, but I did."

She pulled away long enough to allow him to move into the room. She closed the door and locked it behind him, then slipped her arms around his neck again. "I shouldn't have run away like that," she said softly. "I was just so sure that you…that you wanted to be with…with her."

"The only woman I want to be with is you," he replied. He held her; relieved, rejoicing in the fact that she was clinging so tightly to him. They stood, just holding one another, taking and receiving comfort in that embrace.

"In your letter, you said you were drugged," she said softly. She tightened her arms around his neck, rested her head on his shoulder.

He pulled her closer, pushed his face against her silky hair, breathed deeply of her sweet scent, felt the reaction to her all the way to his toes. "Yeah, I was. I don't remember a damned thing that happened from the time Sarah…Osiris…came into Jarren's room until I woke up on Ravanna."

"Did they get the Goa'uld out of her?"

"Yeah. She blended with a Tok'ra symbiote. After being a Goa'uld host for three years, she couldn't take the silence, couldn't handle being…alone…in her own mind. That's what Jacob Carter told General Hammond, anyway."

Casey moved away from him again, led him to the bed, sat down in the middle of it. She turned on the small lamp that sat on the bedside table.

As much as he longed to hold her, needed to make love to her, he realized that she needed…they needed…to talk. "I love you, Casey. I never, ever stopped loving you."

"I love you. I never stopped loving you, either." She cocked her head sideways. "You were…hurt…on Yu's ship."

He jerked, looked away from her. "I don't want to talk about it," he said, his voice low, emotionless.

She studied him for a moment, then nodded. She took his hand, laced her fingers with his, gasped as images flashed through her mind; feelings of…rage…fear…humiliation. "Oh, my poor Daniel," she whispered as she reached for him.

He surrendered to her, let her pull him against her, shifted slightly so that they were lying on the bed, his head on her breast. She knew, and she wasn't angry! "I'm so sorry!"

"Shh, it's not your fault. Nothing happened that can hurt us," she whispered, trying to force the sights and sounds and feelings that filled his mind, flooded into hers, as far away as possible. She ran her fingers lightly through his hair, her arm tight around his shoulders. He was holding her just as close. After a few minutes she felt his body relax.

"Are we…" he took a deep breath. "Are we okay?"

"We're together. In each other's arms. I'd say so," she replied, a smile on her face.

He looked up at her. "Do you forgive me?"

"There's nothing to forgive, Daniel. I should have known that something was wrong when I first saw you in the infirmary. I let my fears…my jealousy…override my common sense. I should have at least waited for an explanation. I was just-" she broke off, looked away from him, studied the wall beside the bed.

"You were just?" he asked softly.

"I was just so sure that I was going to lose you. I felt that before you even left. And then, when…in the infirmary…when…that …happened, I was just as sure that we…that our marriage was over. The way you cried out to her, for her; the love in your eyes…at least, that's what I thought it was…oh, god, Daniel, it hurt so damned bad! I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think, all I knew was that I had to get away. I couldn't stand the thought of seeing the two of you together. I didn't want to watch you coming down that ramp with her…"

He reached up and wiped away the tears that were running down her cheeks. "I understand, Case. When those divorce papers arrived," he shuddered. "All I could think about was the fact that I'd held my Destiny, held an Angel in my arms, and like a fool I'd ruined everything."

"But it wasn’t your fault!"

"That didn't stop it from hurting you. And besides, it was my fault."

"How do you figure that?" she asked.

"I agreed to go on the damned mission in the first place."

"It was an important mission, and you were the only one qualified to go!"

Daniel sat up, his body screaming in protest. "Nothing is as important to me as you. There is no mission, no information, nothing that can equal how much you mean to me. Say the word, Case, and I'll never go through that 'gate again. There's more than enough work to keep me busy for years, just with translations."

She smiled, reached out and caressed his cheek. Shivered when he pushed his face against her palm, then gently kissed it. "No, Sweetheart, you're too important. SG-1 needs you. The SGC needs you out there."

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

He reached out, let his fingers move over her sweet face. "I need you, Angel."

"No more than I need you," she whispered in reply. She pulled off the camisole that she'd been wearing, let it fall to the floor.

His breath caught in his throat. So damned beautiful! He glanced up at her eyes.

She saw the wicked smile that flickered over his face. Couldn't hold back her own.

"Hey there, my sweet beauties," he crowed softly, filling his hands with her breasts, massaging them gently, rubbing his thumbs back and forth over nipples that hardened at his touch. "I've missed you."

She cleared her throat. "Must I remind you that we're a package deal?"

Daniel laughed out loud, leaned over to kiss her. "And what an amazing package deal it is…sweet lips…great boobs…perfect ass…that sweet little twat…incredible legs…"

She began to giggle. "You're talking too much, and you're way overdressed."

He stripped completely, pulled her bikini panties from her hips, then tugged until she was on her back. Moved up beside her, and kissed her again, his tongue working the combination that would give him access to her sweet mouth. He moaned softly when she opened to him, gave him permission to touch her, taste her, stroke her tongue with his own.

Tears of joy filled her eyes as he kissed her, the kisses that were the succor for her soul. She locked her arms around his shoulders, held him close, took the comfort he offered, gave him the love that she felt, love that belonged to him alone.

Everything…she was giving him, offering him everything that she was. He could feel the love in every caress of her kiss, in her fingertips as she ran her hands up and down his arms. It had been so long…twenty-four days since he'd last held her. The longest, loneliest days of his life. He'd been angry…terrified…hurt…when Sha're had been taken from him; her death had broken his heart. It had been nothing like the devastation he'd been living with for the past three and a half weeks. He rolled slightly, settling on top of her, smiling inwardly as her arms and legs went around him, held him tightly. He deepened the kiss, trying to give back to her all the love that filled his heart, his very soul.

Yes, yes, yes! Her heart had been broken; his touch healed it, made it whole once again. His love surrounded her, she could feel it in every caress of his tongue, the way his lips moved over hers. Her body was responding to his kiss, fire and need and desire racing through her veins as he took her higher with each stroke of his tongue against her own. When he would have pulled away, moved on to her throat, she filled her hands with his dark blonde hair, held him in place, still taking from his kisses what she needed, what she craved. Just a few more minutes, her mind cried out, just kiss me for a few more minutes.

He couldn't help but respond to the urgency of her kiss. When she refused to let him move, to let him move his lips from hers, his heart soared. He slanted his mouth over hers, sent his tongue in search of the back of her throat, thrilled to his toes when she moaned softly. Slowly, gently he began to pull away, tempering the kiss until it was nothing more than the gentle touch of his lips against hers. He kissed her cheeks, her jaw, moved his mouth to the soft, fragrant skin of her neck. He suckled that sensitive spot behind her ear, smiled against her skin at the shiver that moved over her. "I love you," he whispered as he kissed, licked, nibbled on that long, elegant throat.

"I love you," she replied, the words a soft sigh.

Her softly spoken declaration made his heart pound against his ribs. He marked her, marked her again, the need to reclaim her as his own burning deep and hot. As much as he wanted to linger, to make her writhe beneath him with just the attention to her throat, he needed to move on. Hoped he could last long enough to please her. His cock throbbed as he pressed it against the skin of her thigh. He slid down, his mouth watering to taste the sweet skin of her breasts, to feel the nipples harden against his tongue.

She could feel the love in every touch, every caress. Felt his sigh when he closed his lips around a nipple so hard it ached. Her back arched off the bed as he suckled, waves of pleasure rolling over her as he continued to arouse her, please her. Every movement of his lips and tongue, every touch of his fingertips, was made to prepare her for him; to make her ready for the magnificent erection that pulsed against her leg. Just as he always did when he made love to her, he was composing the perfect symphony, which would lead to the perfect overture, and end in a finale that would send her dancing among the stars.

He closed his eyes, wanting only to taste her, smell her, feel the softness of her skin against his face, his body. He moved to the valley between her breasts, left a purple bruise that had her shivering beneath him. Each breast received his ample and undivided attention until she was panting for breath. He was beginning to shake again, his need making itself known. He slid down, bathed her flat belly with his tongue until the muscles rippled. He could wait no longer. He situated himself between her slender thighs, the scent of her arousal making his body so hard it hurt. He ran his tongue over those delectable folds, over and over again, catching any drops of honey that had escaped. When he shoved his tongue into her she moaned softly and rewarded him with a flood of sweet nectar. He groaned in return as he lapped at her, drinking his fill, getting the fix he'd needed for so long.

Her toes were on the edge of the precipice. She was looking up at the stars, could feel the wind beginning to move around her. Each pass of his tongue, each time he moved it, wiggled it inside her sent fingers of pleasure racing throughout her body, spreading the heat, the need, the desire from the top of her head to the tips of her scarlet painted toes. It had been an eternity since she'd taken flight, since he'd taken her to that secret place where only he could take her. She pushed her hips toward his face, eager for, desperate for the intimate kisses that would push her closer to the climax that she was reaching towards. She couldn't hold back the tiny sounds that filled the back of her throat, sounds fraught with need.

The soft cries that filled the air around him had his pulse beating faster, urged him on, pleased him. He moved up, took her hard, swollen clit between his lips, tickled it with his tongue, slid his fingers inside that warm well and began to stroke her. He pulled away from her, looked into her eyes, the green darkened with lust. "Sing for me, Angel," he whispered. He clamped his mouth down around her sensitive flesh, began to torment her, tease her, flicking his tongue over and around her nub of pleasure. That special whimper filled her throat at the same moment that her thighs began to quiver against his shoulders.

This was it, she could feel it in her belly…hot and sweet as it rushed between her thighs. Her back came up off the bed, her fingers locked in his hair, and she cried out, his name echoing around them as she took flight. She fell back against the mattress, panting, a smile on her lips.

He licked her clean, taking every precious drop of sweet honey he could find, then kissed his way back to her breasts. He played with them, tasted them for a few minutes, until her breathing had returned to normal, before finally sliding up and kissing her.

"My turn," she whispered. "Now I get to send you into orbit."

Daniel shivered, stretched out on his back. "Do it," he whispered in return. He closed his eyes when she began to kiss him, once again giving him all that she was, her body pressed against his, her fingers moving over his skin, the sensations soft and sensuous.

She moved her lips over his jaw, to his throat. It felt like it had been forever, as if she'd survived an eternity of darkness since she'd last tasted him, touched him. She was starving for him; her movements frantic with need…with hunger…as she moved her mouth over him. Her fingers blazed the trail down his belly, running through the coarse, soft hair that surrounded his swollen shaft. She nipped at his collarbones before she greeted his flat nipples with enthusiasm, eliciting a groan from him. She smiled against his skin when his hands wrapped around her arms, and gently tried to push her farther down his body. She resisted the subtle pressure, instead giving his belly the same attention he'd given hers.

When her soft hand closed around him, gray eyes danced in his memory. He pushed the image away, concentrated on how hot her lips and tongue were against his skin, breathed deep of the sweet, familiar floral and vanilla scent that was uniquely her. He filled his hands with long, blonde silk, held tightly when she began to lick his hipbones. When she closed her mouth around his aching flesh, he was transported back to the Goa'uld ship, standing there being, for all intents and purposes, raped by Osiris, through the actions of two slaves who'd had as little choice in the matter as he had.

She felt his body tense. Could feel him withdraw emotionally. She let him fall from her mouth, continued to gently stroke him, licked his girth before moving to his thighs. She'd only had glimpses…glowing eyes that watched him, laughing at him, taunting him; two slaves on their knees, both as afraid for their lives as he was. An old man who delighted in embarrassing…humiliating…those around him. She started to straddle his hips.

"No," he said quickly, stopping her. "Please…don't…please don't stop," he begged softly.

Her green eyes locked with blue eyes filled with torment. "Mine," she whispered fiercely. She licked him like a lollipop, then holding his gaze, she took him back into her mouth, as far as she could. She continued to watch him, watched the demons he battled as she made love to him. She pulled up, until just the head was between her lips, let her tongue move around and tease the sensitive underside.

His eyes fluttered shut and he groaned. Oh yeah! Only one woman in the world, in the universe, knew that trick! Only one woman could make him feel this way! "Casey," he whispered, his hips rising up to meet her as she set up a steady rhythm, that tongue working its magic on his aching cock. Her hand was moving as skillfully as her mouth, and the familiar sensations of her incredible, mind-blowing caresses began to overload his brain, just as they always did. This was right…this was wonderful…this was exactly what he wanted, what he needed. He frowned, opened his eyes and looked down at her when she pulled away.

"Mine!" she growled, then tried to swallow him whole.

"Oh, god," he groaned, his shoulders coming off the bed at the same time his cock hit the back of her throat. She was sucking and swallowing and he was going to lose his ever-loving mind!

Her hand moved firmly on what she couldn't take into her mouth, stroking him hard and fast. She felt him swell further, and then suddenly he was crying out, her name bouncing off of the walls around them, his magnificent manhood throbbing and sending spurts of warm, white love down her throat. She gently, tenderly licked him clean, then kissed her way back to his lips. "Better?" she asked softly.

He chuckled, pulled her close. "Oh, yeah. Thanks, Angel," he replied, his voice soft, full of love. The look of love, of determination in her eyes when she claimed him as her own danced in his head. He had no doubt that the nightmares that had plagued him would do so no longer. His hands moved up and down her back, over her hips and shoulders, a soft, hypnotic pattern.

She sighed. "I missed this," she sighed, her back moving up automatically to remain in contact with his strong, warm hands.

"Me, too," he whispered.

Cuddling closer, she sighed again, her head on his shoulder. "So how much did you get painted?"

He grinned. "Just the Great Room. I haven't got the ceiling done yet, Jack said he'd help me when I rent the scaffold."

"I had an idea for the bathroom. Well, really it's just for the doors on the cupboard," she said.

"What?"

"I'd like to do sort of a paisley thing."

"Paisley? Like the fabric?"

"Yeah, only with paint. Nothing garish or anything, just blue and yellow, some of the sage green that we'll be using in the den. Maybe a deep rose. Possibly a light lavender."

He frowned. "Those are…interesting…colors," he said.

"I don't have to do it. I just thought it would be fun. Not as boring as just plain blue cupboards," she replied. They'd already agreed to paint the rough wood built-ins to match the rest of the walls.

He didn't have an artist's eye. But he'd learned in the past few months that Casey did. No doubt she could see what it would look like. "Do it," he said.

She raised her head, looked up at him. "Are you sure?"

"Yep."

With a smile, she cuddled closer still, put her head back on his shoulder. Was struck by a new, even better idea. She smiled. He'd love it. After all, Egyptology was his specialty! She sighed again, happy to just be lying in his arms once again. She wiggled her hips. Felt the response in the anaconda that had been snoozing beneath her.

"You'll wake it up," he warned, grinning broadly.

"That's the idea," she replied, moving her hips back and forth again. "I think the anaconda needs some attention."

"Think so, huh?" he asked, pushing up against her. He could feel the heat from that sweet little twat, and it most definitely had the anaconda's attention.

"Yep." She sat up, her skin covered with goose flesh from the sudden cold. She wiggled her hips again, then grinned down at him. She put one hand on his shoulder to hold herself steady, wrapped the other around his stiffening shaft. Lowering her hips until she was just barely touching the now swollen head, she moved back and forth, her nether lips parting slowly to surround that velvety skin.

He gasped at the feeling. "Don't tease me, Case. It's been too long," he said softly. He put both hands on her hips, held her steady as he pushed up as far as he could.

"For both of us," she whispered, just before impaling herself on his rigid cock. She cried out.

"Casey?" He tried to sit up, certain that she'd been hurt. Her hands forced him back down onto the mattress.

"So good," she whispered. "So damned good!"

He grinned, closed his eyes. "Oh, yeah," he agreed. She'd pulled his hands from her hips, laced her fingers with his, and was riding him slowly, gently.

Completely, absolutely, totally, incredibly full. Goddess how she loved that feeling! There was so much of him to take, and she wanted it all, took it all. No other man would ever be able to compare to her Stud Muffin. Not just because of his size. But because no other man could touch her heart, her soul. She could feel his love wrap around her just as surely as she could feel his body beneath her.

Every blessed inch of him was buried in that sweet, eager, willing body. Hot and tight and wet and she felt so damned good! Home, finally…at long last, he was home! It didn't matter that they were in a motel room in a tiny town in New Mexico. She was in his arms. He was buried all the way to his balls in her beautiful body…he was home! "Ride me, Angel. Make it good."

She smiled down at him, began to move her hips just a bit faster, rising up as well, moving in a circle…back and forth, up and down. He'd pulled one hand free of hers, his fingers between their bodies as he gently caressed that swelling nub at the top of her folds. He knew how much pressure to apply, how quickly to stroke her to have her begging for more.

He ran his hands up her arms, over her shoulders, down to caress her breasts for just a few minutes, then back over her shoulder blades. He tugged gently, until she was once again laying on his chest. Their hips continued to rock in a steady, pleasing rhythm. Soon, he knew, the demands of their bodies would send them grinding and pushing and thrusting against one another, he'd be shoving his cock into her as hard and fast as he could. He let his hands move over her back again, down to her hips. He held her steady, began to thrust up into her.

"Let me hold you while you take me," she whispered, needing, wanting to feel his weight on her again, wanting to feel him as he lost control and took her spiraling into space.

With a soft moan of pleasure, he rolled them over, settled more firmly on top of her, pushing into her as deeply as possible. She was using those muscles, massaging him every time he filled her completely.

She closed her eyes. She'd believed him lost to her. That never again would she be in his arms, never again would she make love to him. But here he was, and miracle of miracles, he loved her…had never stopped loving her. Sweet relief washed over her, tears clung to her lashes when she closed her eyes and whispered a pray of thanksgiving. She tightened her arms around him, pulled him closer.

He kissed and licked her throat, felt the shivers in her body. The heat continued to build. He struggled to contain the passion, wanting to remain next to her, to feel her skin, the hard points of her nipples as they pressed into his chest…Just a few more minutes, he begged silently. Her hips were meeting his step for step as they danced toward the crescendo that would end this symphony of love.

Harder…she needed harder, faster. "Take me, Daniel, please," she begged, grinding her hips against his.

That soft whisper shattered the control he'd been trying to maintain. He raised up on outstretched arms and began to drive into that warm, welcoming well, felt her body responding to every thrust.

"Yes," she whispered. "Unnngh…more!"

Like a man possessed, Daniel pounded into her, his own body shaking, sweat breaking out on his chest, his shoulders, his forehead as he pushed harder, deeper, faster. Her thighs were tight around his waist, he felt them begin to quiver. "Give it to me, Casey," he panted. "Sing for me!"

The whimper built into an aria of love, and she cried out, her body jerking beneath his as her climax overtook her, overwhelmed her with wave after wave of intense pleasure. Her fingers were wrapped around his biceps, she held on as the ride was prolonged by his continued thrusts.

As suddenly as she'd reached the top of the mountain, he too was flying over the edge of the cliff, his body shaking as he pulsed deep and hard in the depths of her warm body. Breathing hard, his heart pounding against his ribs, his cock still throbbing inside her, Daniel dropped down onto her, completely spent.

Casey wrapped her arms and legs around him, held him tightly. "I love you," she whispered in his ear.

He smiled against the skin of her neck. "I love you, too." Eight and a half hours of going over every facet of that treaty, seven hours of driving, and two hours of the most incredible loving he'd had in weeks left him exhausted. He barely had the strength to roll them over before succumbing to the charms of Morpheus.

She kissed his chin as he began to snore. There was no way that she was going to wake him up, or try to wake him up, just to get beneath the covers, which they'd only wind up tossing off as the sun came up in a couple of hours anyway. She snuggled closer to his chest, smiled when his arms tightened around her, nestled her head on his shoulder, and followed him into dreamland. Together. They were together. And would be forever. Those were her last thoughts before sleep completely overtook her.

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