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"She's beautiful, Daniel," Sam said quietly, watching the young woman walk away.

Daniel had turned to watch her as well; the curves of her ass in that short, tight little skirt and that soft sway making him hard. "You should hear her describe herself," he said, shaking his head.

"How's that?" Jack asked.

His three friends sat staring at him after he repeated the list of her supposed 'faults'. He was shaking his head again. "How twisted, how utterly twisted is that?" he asked.

"Someone has hurt her deeply," Sam replied.

He snorted. "Her adoptive 'mother'. You should hear the lovely names that she had for Casey! 'Slut'. 'Little Whore'. 'The Tramp'."

"That's horrible!" Sam declared, her eyes wide.

"I know," Daniel agreed. "I think the only thing that kept Casey sane, kept her from…breaking…was her Grandma Rose."

"I do not understand, Daniel Jackson. What do those names mean?" Teal'c asked.

"They're different ways of calling a woman, or in Casey's situation, a little girl, a…a h'as," Daniel explained.

Anger flooded Teal'c's dark eyes. "That the woman who would call herself a mother would do such a thing to a child is unforgivable!"

Daniel smiled grimly. "I agree, Teal'c. That beautiful woman has the lowest self-esteem I think I've ever seen. Every bit of self-confidence was broken down, left in pieces, all but completely destroyed," he spat, his own anger flaring in his blue eyes.

Sam leaned over and took his hand. "She has you now, Daniel. You'll help her heal, move past all of that," she said softly.

He smiled, squeezed his best friend's hand. "Thanks, Sam," he said, just as softly.

Jack smiled at his best friend. "She's got a great sense of humor. You love her. And she loves you. That's good enough for me!"

"Thanks, Jack," Daniel replied. He realized that Casey had just been given the complete stamp of approval by his friends. Which made his happiness complete.

Casey dialed the number to Hightower Containers, asked for Kelley. Waited impatiently.

"Kelley Campbell, how may I help you?"

"Hi, Kells, it's me," Casey said.

"Casey! You made it okay? Your flight wasn't bad was it? No turbulence?"

"It was fine. I read the magazine you bought me, worked on the puzzle, and I was here!"

"So did he bring his friends?" Kelley asked.

"Yep. They're really nice," Casey replied. "You should hear Jack and Daniel carry on, they are so funny!"

"Let me know what your address and phone number are as soon as you can," Kelley said.

"I will. I need to get back, we're at the Olive Garden, and the waitress just went over there to take the order," Casey said.

"Yeah, and I'm getting 'the look' from Jan," Kelley grumbled.  "You know how she gets about personal phone calls."

"Okay, I'll talk to you later then," Casey said. Suddenly she didn't want to hang up. Because when she did, she knew that she would be severing ties with Tacoma forever. Oh, she and Kelley would try to keep in touch, but it would never be the same.

"I'm here, if you ever need me," Kelley said softly.

"And you tell me I'm the psychic one," Casey said, a smile on her face, and in her voice.

"I have my moments. Bye, Case."

"Bye, Kells," she said softly. She stood by the phone for a few minutes after hanging up, needing the time to gather her thoughts, rein in the emotions that were running rampant through her heart, her mind.

"Are you all right, Casey?" a familiar voice asked softly.

She looked up into blue eyes so full of love that her breath caught in her throat. "I am now," she replied.

Daniel smiled, hugged her. "I just ordered. Salad should be there soon," he said.

She let him lead her back to the table, to the people who would now be an important part of her life.

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Lunch had been fun, with Jack and Daniel trading barbs and quips the entire time. Whether it was intentional, or just the way the two men always were around each other Casey didn't know for sure, at least not yet. But it had served to keep her laughing, and not thinking about the fact that she'd left behind everyone and everything she'd ever known, to embark on a life-long journey with a man she barely knew. Sam had oohed and aahed over her ring, and had explained to Teal'c the significance of the diamond that sparkled on Casey's finger. He'd nodded approvingly at Daniel. Who had sat there grinning proudly.

Daniel had been grateful for Sam's presence, she kept Jack from making comments about the hotel room that waited, comments that the older man would think were funny, but might embarrass Casey. Even at that, he'd managed a parting 'don't do anything I wouldn't do', as they walked toward the waiting vehicles in the parking lot.

Casey felt nervous as she stood beside Daniel, watching as he signed them in, couldn't help but smile as she watched him sign the register 'Dr. and Mrs. Daniel M. Jackson'. Wondered what the 'M' stood for. Realized in that moment just how little she knew about the man who was her fiancé.

He grabbed the two duffels, she'd told him that there wasn't anything in the garment bag she would need right away. Led her to the elevator. Watched the way she pulled at her lip with her teeth. "Case, are you all right?" he asked softly.

She smiled up at him. "A little nervous. I think. A little excited, too," she said, ducking her head as her cheeks turned pink at her admission.

He grinned. "Me, too."

"Really?" she asked, looking up at him.

"Really. I've missed you so much, and I want to be with you so badly…" he shrugged.

"That's excitement. What about the nervous part?" she asked.

He shrugged again. "After my brilliant performance the other night, what if I can't top myself?"

She stared at him. Then began to giggle. Which turned into a full-throated laugh. "Such an ego you have! You know, this is a bit unfair."

What was unfair? He frowned. "How?"

"I don't have anything…anyone…to compare you to! How do I know I'm getting the most bang for my buck?"

He snorted…chuckled…laughed. "Guess you'll just have to believe me when I tell you I'm good."

She smiled. Ran her finger over his jaw. "You're not just good, darlin'. You're great." The elevator doors chose that moment to open. She stepped off, looked at the numbered plaques on the wall, walked down the hallway toward their room.

Daniel watched her for a minute, the grin on his face nearly splitting it in half. Damn, but I love that woman! She was waiting for him at the door; the look of excitement, the hint of shyness in her eyes made him hard. Made him want to hold her and never let go.

Just as she had on Monday night, she glanced around the room. Felt the butterflies begin to flutter in her stomach. Only this time she knew what to expect. And this time she couldn't wait to be in his arms. She took off her coat, tossed it onto the dresser beside the duffels.

The curtains were open. She went to the window, looked out at the Rocky Mountains, then pulled them shut. "I don't know if anyone can see in here, but I'd rather not take the chance," she murmured, blushing slightly.

Daniel smiled. "Whatever you want, Angel," he said softly. His jacket went on top of her coat.

She turned around, looked at him. He had his fingers pushed into the pockets of his jeans, watching her. She smiled, watched the shy smile that spread over his face. "I know you've probably heard this before. But make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back," she said, her eyes dancing.

His smile became a grin. "That is vaguely familiar."

"I could sit down here and wait until I can come up with something better…maybe a bit more original. Might take awhile," she teased softly.

"Oh, no ma'am. No need for that. I don't mind reruns."

She giggled. "I hate reruns. And clichés." She sat down on the chair beside the small, round table. Took her shoes off. "Oh, that's better!" she sighed.

Daniel walked across the room. Sat down at her feet. Took her left foot in his hands, began to gently massage the instep, over the heel, back up to the ball of her foot, over and over, pressing firmly, then just barely touching her.

"Oh, god, that feels so good!" She closed her eyes, felt her entire body relax.

He never said a word as he let go of her foot, took the right foot and gave it the same gentle treatment.

She opened her eyes looked down at him. "Have you ever had a massage…a full body massage?"

Massage? Never.  He didn't want to think about the things his body had been subjected to since becoming a member of SG-1. Only the time spent in the odd sarcophagus or two, usually to prevent him from dying, kept him from being covered with scars. He had a few. Not as many as he should have.  "No, I haven't. Why?"

She smiled. Oh, this was going to be too much fun! "Why don't you get…um…undressed. I'll be right back. Then I'll give you a massage."

He shivered. "Sounds great, Angel," he replied.

She went to her duffel, dug around for a few minutes, and like she had their first night together, held that tiny, sexy little outfit against her side so that he couldn't see it. She grabbed a hanger, winked at him, and disappeared into the bathroom.

Daniel flopped back onto the floor, a wide grin on his face, his cock hard and ready for her. Wondered if a full body massage meant what he hoped it did. She was an incredible woman! During lunch he'd been witness to her quick wit and entertaining sense of humor. She'd been able to hold her own during the conversation, asking questions that made her companions understand that they had her full attention. She had very clear opinions on world and national events, viewing all with humor, and more perception than the average taxpayer. The best part, he decided, unsnapping and unzipping his pants in order to offer his swollen flesh a bit of relief, was the fact that she loved him. Every time she looked at him, those green eyes were full of love. Love that reached out and soothed his weary soul.

Casey undressed, putting the skirt on the hanger, carefully folded the sweater. When she took off her pantyhose she found a run in the toe, that began its journey farther up the leg as she examined it, and with a groan, because she'd only worn that pair twice, tossed them into the wastebasket. She took off her bra and panties. Pulled on the thong, then the tiny, see through 'baby doll' top. The two sides fluttered as she moved, exposing and covering her body. Her nipples were already hard in anticipation and poked against the sheer, lacy white material. She looked at herself in the mirror. Hoped that he would like what he saw. Thought about his reaction to her in the green teddy. She grinned. He'd like it. Casey looked at the small bottle of lotion that the hotel provided. It should be enough, she thought. She took off her earrings, and then slowly opened the door.

He stripped quickly, and turned down the bed. He'd experienced all of that sweetness, and if he didn't get to hold her real damned soon he was going to lose his mind. He didn't even bother to try and calm himself, or the raging hard-on that rose from between his legs. He stared at the closed door, wondered what she was putting on, tried to imagine her in that little blue teddy. When the door slowly opened, he was already sitting up, anxious to see what she was wearing, knew that whatever it was would blow his mind.

She stepped into the room. Watched him as he looked at her, his eyes devouring her as she walked slowly toward the bed. Loved the look of lust that burned in those incredible blue eyes.

"Sweet Jesus!" he whispered. The sheer white material of the top, which was held together by one little tiny white ribbon, tied neatly in a bow between her breasts, hid and exposed her as she walked. Her nipples were dark against the lace that covered them, and he could see that they were standing out from those beautiful breasts. The thong covered only what he wanted to see the most, exposed that sexy ass to his view. All thoughts of a massage were gone, all he could think about was touching her…holding her…loving her.

"Like it?" she asked softly, more than pleased with his reaction, moving in a slow-motion twirl.

His mouth was watering to taste her. He wiped his lower lip with the back of one hand. Nodded. "Uh huh."

"I bought it just for you," she whispered.

"Thanks. Very much," he said, his eyes still moving over her.

She giggled. "You're welcome. If you're this appreciative, I might have to buy more," she said, teasing him.

"Uh huh. Let's take it off," he said, reaching for her.

She giggled harder. "Not just yet, Stud Muffin. I'm going to give you a massage, remember?"

"You can do that later," he insisted, moving to the side of the bed toward her.

"No, I think we should do it now. Then you'll be all nice and relaxed, all the better for making love," she said, stepping just out of his grasp.

"You are a cruel woman, Casey Webster," he moaned.

"I promise, you're going to like this. A lot."

"Promise?"

He sounded like a little boy disappointed at not getting a cookie before dinner. She giggled again. "I promise. There is one rule. You can't touch me. Your hands stay at your sides, unless I'm working with them. Understood?"

"No touching?"

"Trust me." She took his glasses from his face, carefully placed them on the night table beside the radio/alarm clock.

"You're trying to kill me."

She giggled again. "I'm trying to make you feel good. Trust me?"

He nodded. His hands itched to cup those beautiful breasts. "I'm not making any promises. A man can only take so much, you know."

"Okay, just do your best. Now, roll over on your stomach."

"I can't see you if I'm laying that way," he grinned.

"That's all right. You'll feel me," she replied.

He shivered at that announcement. Rolled to his stomach, folded his arms and rested his cheek against them. Felt her get onto the bed beside him.

Casey straddled his hips, opened the bottle of lotion, poured a generous amount on her hands, rubbed them slightly to warm it a bit. Then put her hands on his shoulders, and began to gently knead the muscles there.

He couldn't help but sigh as those soft hands began to work. He closed his eyes. Thought of all the times he'd worked until his shoulders and back ached. Casey was sure to be willing to work all of the kinks out, he thought happily.

There was a bit of tension around his neck. She wasn't sure if it had to do with the events of the day, or his need to make love. But she worked gently, slowly, until there was no stiffness left in those muscles. She took her time, moved her hands over him, from his waist to his shoulders and back down. When she was certain that there wasn't any tension left in his back, she moved down to his glutes. She gently kneaded that firm ass, appreciating every inch as she did so. She purposely allowed her fingers to move close to his balls, but she never touched them, not even accidentally.

If he'd thought his cock was hard before, he'd been mistaken. He was pretty damned sure he could pound nails with it now! He'd never experienced being so damned needy, and so relaxed all at once! It was incredible!

She moved down, took her time massaging the back of each leg, completely, thoroughly. If she'd done it right, he was going to find it hard to move. She slid up, leaned over him to whisper in his ear, her nipples grazing his back. "Daniel, roll over."

Simple request. Damned difficult to do! His body didn't seem too interested in moving. He finally managed to roll to his back. He looked up at her from beneath heavy eyelids. "You have amazing hands," he said softly.

She smiled. Poured more lotion onto her hands. Again she started with his shoulders. But this time she moved down each arm, massaging each muscle group. Each finger received individual attention. When she was finished, she was pretty sure that raising them wouldn't be an option, for a few minutes at least!

He felt as if he were heavy as lead…as light as air. So damned relaxed! He closed his eyes. Not necessarily because he wanted to. But because he just couldn't seem to keep them open.

Well, what do you know, she thought gleefully. That book was right! She worked his chest gently, and when her fingers moved near his flat brown nipples, she tugged at them with her fingertips. Smiled when he gasped out loud. She moved down, ignored that raging anaconda as it waved at her, begging for her attention. Worked his legs gently and slowly, massaging each foot, each toe.

The soft, gentle touch of her hands was amazing. He'd never been so relaxed! If the hotel was on fire, he'd just have to hope somebody could carry him out, there was no way he could move!

He was breathing slowly, steadily. Not quite asleep, but almost. She grinned. Now the fun started! She stretched out beside him. And began to kiss him. Just as gently as her hands had moved over his body.

Now this was what he wanted! he thought, his tongue dancing with hers, from his mouth to hers and back again. He'd put his arms around her if he could just lift them! When she began to kiss his cheek, his jaw, his neck, he sighed, raised his chin and let her taste all she wanted of him.

She had to force herself not to rush. She moved her lips over his throat, suckled that muscle behind his ear, nibbled his earlobe, kissed her way to the other ear. Her hands were still moving over him, barely touching him, up one arm, down the other, over his chest, careful to avoid that swollen, throbbing flesh. She nibbled and licked at his collarbones, saluted each nipple thoroughly. Licked his chest and belly until he was moaning softly.

Her mouth was warm and wet and the attention she was giving him was going to make him crazy. He was starting to breathe harder, aching for her to touch him, give him the relief he so desperately needed.

Now, her mind told her. She slid down, and in one fluid motion wrapped one hand around the base of that magnificent erection, the other gently around his balls, and took has much of him into her mouth as she could.

His shoulders came straight up off the bed. No thinking about it at all; just simple automatic reflex. His hard abs held him steady for the several seconds it took before he could lay back again. "Sweet Jesus in Heaven," he moaned. His arms seemed to be working now, and he reached down and filled his hands with that soft blonde silk. He moved his legs farther apart as the hand on his balls began to explore his body. His eyes drifted shut once again as he gave himself over to the amazing sensations that washed over him, soft waves of pleasure that were the result of her tender, loving attention.

She'd never thought that she'd ever be able to use any of the information from the books Kelley owned. She would never admit to reading three of them at least a half-dozen times each, practically memorizing specific chapters. She could only hope that what she was about to do wouldn't make him angry, or freak him out. Her mouth opened and she let him fall out, licking him, teasing him with her tongue. She licked her way to his balls; carefully, gently licked and sucked them, making them, and her fingers, very wet. She moved back up his shaft, licking him every inch of the way. Then she took him back into her mouth, pressed her tongue against him, and set up a nice, steady rhythm. It didn't take long before his hips were moving up to greet her each time she moved down. Willing herself to remain calm, she slid her wet fingers to that puckered opening behind those heavy balls. Massaged it gently.

His eyes flew open when he felt her fingers against him. Raised his head to look at her, watched her moving up and down on him. God what a sight! So damned erotic! He dropped his head back onto the pillow, grinned at the ceiling. She was incredible! Amazing! The most loving, giving woman he'd ever met in his life. When she slid a finger inside him, he moaned. She wasn't really moving it; she was just…there. He felt her shift on the bed. Knew what she was about to do. He felt his cock touching the back of her throat, and when she started swallowing, that finger started moving in and out of him. His eyes rolled back in his head, he groaned, a deep satisfied growl that rose up from deep in his belly, his cock throbbing and pulsing and sending hot come down her slender throat. He continued to moan as his body shook. He'd never come so hard, so long, felt so goddamned good in his life!

Casey gently licked him clean, then moved off the bed.

"Where are you going?" he asked, barely able to turn his head.

"I'll be right back," she said, smiling at him. She quickly washed her hands, then rejoined him on the bed. "So, like that massage?"

"I repeat, you're trying to kill me," he said. He put his arm around her and pulled her close.

"You didn't like it?"

He looked down at her face. "Like it? I've never felt anything so incredible in my life!"

"Kelley has some really good books," she giggled.

Daniel laughed. "Yeah, well, I want to read them. They must be translations of the Kama Sutra," he said. "We'll go to the bookstore in Silver Springs, and look for them."

She put her head on his shoulder and smiled. She'd pleased him! She'd really and truly pleased him!

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