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When Destiny Calls

Chapter 7

Daniel'd had the foresight to put the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the doorknob before they locked themselves into the room. But the slamming of a door nearby brought her abruptly from very pleasant dreams. Her first thought was that the neighbors upstairs were fighting again. Her next thought was to wonder exactly why it was she couldn't move. She opened her eyes. Stared at a wall that was not the one in the apartment. Her brain began to register her surroundings. She could feel his face pressed against her shoulder, the warmth of his breath against her skin. One muscular arm was thrown over the pillow, just above her head, the other wrapped around her waist. His chest was warm against her back, his hips were pressed against hers, and one long leg was over the top of both of hers. The events of the night before replayed in her mind. Daniel. Destiny. She smiled, snuggled back against him, and closed her eyes. 

Sweet. He could smell something sweet. Warm. Very warm. Soft, too. He opened one eye. Blonde. Lots of blonde hair. He rolled his eyes, instinct honed from years with SG-1 keeping him still as he tried to remember where he was, what had happened…Casey! He was in Tacoma, and this was Casey he was wrapped around! Everything that had happened in the bed he was lying on rushed through his mind. She'd given him everything she was, everything she could offer him. He kissed the soft, slender shoulder in front of his face. Moved his mouth over that sweet skin. Toward her neck.

She was almost asleep again when she felt his mouth moving on her. "You are insatiable, you know that, don't you?" she asked softly.

He grinned. "Only for you, babe."

It took a few seconds and a bit of effort, seeing that he made no attempt to move away from …or off…her, but she finally managed to roll to her back. His hand immediately went to her breast. His mouth followed a few minutes later, after he'd kissed her until she was breathless. "I take it that your mother wasn't completely successful in weaning you?"

He laughed against her skin. "You're a real smartass, aren't you?"

She giggled. "Yeah, but you love my ass."

"Oh, yeah I do," he replied. He closed his mouth around a pink nipple, teased it, felt it harden against his tongue.

Every tug on her nipple sent fingers of pleasure, of desire, straight to that now aching place between her thighs. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders; gasped, sighed, arched her back when his fingers searched for and found the swelling nub at the top of her folds. She could feel his erection pressing against her hip. When she tugged slightly, he moved over her, allowed her to wrap her legs around his waist.

As much as he wanted to take her, as eager as she seemed for this, he hesitated. She had to be sore from last night. He gasped when he felt her hand between their bodies. She stroked his turgid shaft gently for a few minutes, then guided him toward paradise.

She raised her hips, could feel the tip of his erection just above her. "Please," she whispered.

With a moan he slowly entered her, trying to be as gentle as he could. Her body wrapped around him like a warm, wet fist, the sensations enough to make him gasp.

Her mind rejoiced as he took her again, took from her what no other man had ever received. She closed her eyes, her hips already moving against his in anticipation of what was to come.

"If it's too much, if you're too sore, we stop," he whispered in her ear. His body taunted him. It would be damned difficult to pull away from that warmth, it told him. And he was nowhere near the point of no return!

"I'm not sore," she replied. And she wasn't. She had no doubt that the immediate, tender care that Daniel had bestowed upon her when they had finished making love the night before was the reason she felt none of the soreness she was certain that she should.

Not completely convinced, but overcome by the need that her body created in him, Daniel began to move slowly...in and out...in and out...setting up a steady rhythm.

Casey was a quick learner. And she'd learned the night before that grinding her hips against his every time he pushed into her body offered the stimulation she needed…craved. Her body was certain that more could be had. Her hands slid down his back, to his firm ass. Gripped him tightly. She began to grind up against him, her hips following his when he moved away from her.

He put his forehead on the pillow beside her, grinned against her shoulder as she began to ride him. She might have been a virgin last night, but he'd awakened the sensual, passionate woman that resided in that beautiful body, and she was going to be voracious! Yeah, his brain scoffed. Like that will be such a burden to bear! He stilled his movements, let her take from him what she needed, the stimulation enough to make him moan softly.

"Oh, god," she whispered, her back arched, pressing her breasts against him. She put her arms back around his shoulders, tightened her legs around his waist, her hips moving of their own accord at this point.

Her nipples burned his chest as they rubbed against him, as she moved beneath him. She was moving her hips up and down, but somehow she'd found the leverage to literally slide up and down on his shaft as well. He had no clue how she was doing it. But she was; her body moving beneath him with abandon, and it was going to drive him insane.

"I'm gonna come," she whispered breathlessly; recognizing the signals her body was sending - reaching for the wondrous feeling.

"That's it, Case, give it to me," he whispered in return. He waited until he felt those soft, firm thighs begin to quiver against his flanks. When the whimper filled her throat, he rose up on outstretched arms, felt her hands wrap tightly around his biceps, pushed his feet against the footboard and drove into her…hard, deep, fast.

She cried out as colors and lights began to whirl behind her closed eyelids, and her body soared over the edge of the cliff into the waves of pure pleasure that waited for her. Her entire body shook as her well convulsed again and again.

When she whispered his name his mind rejoiced, even as his body sped to join her in that dance among the stars that they'd reached the night before. He could feel the flood of sweet honey that poured from her. Her fingers were tugging gently at his nipples, her hips meeting his with every thrust he made.

"Fill me, Daniel; give me your love," she whispered.

Those soft words were enough to send him flying over the edge. He threw back his head and cried out as he obeyed her, giving her all that he had. His body throbbed within hers, and he jerked slightly with each spasm. He collapsed on top of her. Felt her completely wrap around him again. Loved that she did that.

When he rolled over, holding her so that she rolled with him, keeping her on top of him, she smiled. Daniel's hands were moving up and down her back, from the tops of her shoulders to her hips. It was relaxing, comforting. She liked that he held her afterwards. She had friends who complained that as soon as the man they were with had reached his climax, he usually rolled over and went to sleep, or crawled out of bed to go do something else.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Very good as a matter of fact, thanks for asking," she replied.

He grinned. "Good. Hungry?"

She did a mental check. Food would be good. She was sure that as much…exercise…as he'd gotten the night before, and now first thing this morning, that he was probably hungry as well. "I could go for breakfast."

"Let's take a shower, then go find something to eat," he said. They were halfway to the bathroom, he was walking behind her, appreciating the curves of that enticing heart-shaped ass, when the sound of his cellphone ringing filled the air. He bit back a curse, reached for his jacket, fished it out of the pocket. He flipped it open. "Hello?"

"Danny! How's it going? Did you find her? Did you meet her?"

Daniel grinned. "Good morning Jack. I'm fine, thanks. It's going…great. Yes, I found her. Yes, I met her."


He'd never been the kind to kiss and tell. But he just couldn't resist. "We're getting ready to take a shower and then go eat breakfast."

In his office in the belly of Cheyenne Mountain, Jack sat back in his chair. "You're what?" he finally managed to ask.

"Destiny, Jack. It was…I can't even explain what it was like. Like coming home. Finding the part of me that's been missing all of my life. Walking out of the darkness into the sunshine. She's incredible. Beautiful. Sensual. The most giving woman I've ever met. She's…she's like an Angel. One who has taken all of the loneliness and filled me with such love I can't even find the words to describe it." Somewhere in the back of his mind Daniel remembered his counterpart calling his Casey 'Angel'. Was that why? Because she'd dispelled his loneliness, the darkness that had filled his life?

Casey had stopped at the doorway to the bathroom, heard what he said. Her heart was beating a tattoo against her ribs, her pulse raced to know that he'd been just as surprised, as overwhelmed by what had happened as she'd been. It pleased her to know that her love was filling him, was healing those deep, dark hurts. Just as his was doing for her own heart and soul.

Jack smiled. It had happened about that fast with Sha're as well, and that had worked out just fine. Well, for the most part. The important part. "I'm glad, Danny. You deserve it. I talked to General Hammond after I put you on the plane. He'd like to meet her as soon as you get back. He agrees that if she's half as good a seer as the Casey we met in that other reality, then she'll be an asset to the SGC."

"Is there anyway that the Air Force could move her things? I don't think she has much," Daniel asked.

"I'll talk to Walter. He knows more about that stuff than I do. I'll have him give you a call with what he finds out," Jack replied.

"Thanks, Jack. And do yourself and Sam a favor. Talk to General Hammond. We've saved the planet a few times, the universe at least once. I'd say that merits special dispensation."

"Yeah, Teal'c said the same thing. Well, not the 'merits special dispensation' part. I don't think he knows those words," Jack said, being his typical self.

Daniel grinned. "Talk to him." He glanced at the bathroom door. Casey was standing there, gloriously naked, her hands side by side on the doorframe, watching him. He felt his body go hard. "I'll talk to you later. There's an Angel here I'm going to take a shower with."

She giggled. Wondered what the man on the other end of the phone thought of that announcement.

In fact, Jack was wishing that Daniel hadn't been quite as forthcoming with what he planned on doing. Images of the Casey they'd met began to dance around in his head. "Yeah. Talk to you later."

"Later." Daniel closed the phone. He grinned at her.

"You realize there won't be room in the shower for you, me, and that anaconda of yours."

He looked down at the raging hard-on that stood proudly away from his body. "Huh? Anaconda?"

"Yeah. Don't you ever watch the Discovery channel? Those things are huge!" she replied.

He began to laugh. "You are such a smartass. I didn't hear any complaining last night…or a little bit ago."

"You aren't now. I’m just saying that something has to be done to tame that thing or there won't be room in the shower."

He crossed the room, hugged her tightly, felt his aching cock pressed against her flat belly. "Ever wonder if hotels run out of hot water?"

She giggled again. "It could be fun to find out!" She pulled away, turned the water on, let it warm up while she went to her bag and grabbed her soap and shampoo. She noticed that Daniel had done the same thing.

Once inside the shower, the curtain closed around them, Daniel pulled her into his arms again, and kissed her. "I love you."

"I love you," she whispered in reply.

He filled his hands with those beautiful, perfect breasts. Felt the nipples harden against his palms. "You're my Angel," he whispered between kisses.

"You're my Knight in Shining Armor," she replied, letting her head fall back as he moved his mouth over her throat.

"You're my Sweet Seductress," he continued, his mouth moving over her shoulder.

"You're my Stud Muffin," she said.

He stopped, looked at her. "Stud Muffin?"

She grinned. "Oh yeah. Definitely a stud. Definitely a muffin." She caressed his throbbing shaft with one hand, his ass with the other. "Most definitely."

He shook his head. "Reduced to a breakfast bread."

"I'll have you know that I love muffins, and you are a Stud Muffin. So that moves you right back up to…Stud Muffin."

"Stud. Now I'm a horse. A breeding horse," he moaned playfully.

Casey put her hands on her hips. "You're going to be sorry is what you're going to be. Besides, I didn't complain about 'seductress', which sounds way too much like slut!" Her eyes went wide, both hands went over her mouth.

"Casey?" he asked gently. Noted the tears that filled her eyes. "Honey, it's okay. I'll stop with the seductress thing."

She shook her head.

He pulled her into his arms, noted that she stood stiffly, wouldn't allow herself to relax against him. "I'm sorry, Case, I never meant to hurt you," he whispered.

"You didn't," she replied, her voice so soft he could barely hear her.

"Who called you a slut?"

She looked up at him. "I'm not, you know."

He smiled. "I know. It's impossible to be a slut and a virgin all at the same time. I know for a fact that you were a virgin when you came to my bed last night."

She put her head against his shoulder. Took the comfort he offered. "My mother," she whispered at last. Relaxed against the warmth of his body. Felt his arms tighten around her.

Anger flooded his mind. "Your mother called you that?"

She nodded. "And The Little Whore. And The Tramp."

He could hear the capital letters on the awful names. "She doesn't know you, does she?"

Casey looked up at him again. "Please, I don't want to talk about this. Not here. Not now."

He studied her for a minute, then nodded his agreement. He knew from personal experience that talking about the past, especially a painful childhood, was rarely easy. "She's wrong, Angel. All the bad, hurtful things she said about you are wrong."

She shivered at his endearment. Felt her heart reach out for the love that he offered, felt her soul cling to the comfort he gave. "Can I call you 'sweetheart'?"

His heart did a flip-flop in his chest. Stopped beating completely for what felt like forever. That particular 'pet name' had come to mean something very special to him. No woman had ever called him that. No matter how much he quietly, secretly wanted them to. He'd never ask them to…no…it was something that the woman he was with had to do on her own, or it would mean nothing. "I'd like that very much, Angel," he replied.

She wrapped her arms around him, pressed against his body. "Um…are we going to finish what you started?"

"Me? I started it?"

"You're the one who brought in the anaconda!"

He laughed, hugged her tight. "I want to make love to you, Casey."

"I want to make love to you, too, Daniel."

He began kissing her again, then gently turned her around. He tenderly kissed each palm, then put her hands on the wall, leaning her forward slightly. His mouth continued to move over her shoulders, his hands moving over her body, making her as ready for him as he was for her. When her hips were moving to meet his fingers with every caress he made, he gently opened her, pushed into the warmth of her well.

"I love that feeling," she sighed.

"Yeah? Which one would that be?" he asked, moving his hips slowly.

"The feeling that I get when I take all of you inside me," she replied.

He shivered in response. "I love the feeling of being inside you," he whispered.

His hands were still moving over her body, one on her breasts, squeezing and massaging each one in turn, the other moving over that nub at top of her folds. The stimulation, and the fact that he was moving his magnificent shaft in and out of her body were enough to make her tremble with pleasure. She could feel that special ache building, knew that within seconds her body would be out of her control and totally under his.

He put a thigh between her legs, moved them apart slightly, allowing himself deeper access to her sweet body. Her breath was coming hard and fast, her hips pushing back against him with every thrust. He felt her thigh begin to quiver against his. "That's it, let it happen…give it to me," he whispered.

She whimpered, then let her head drop back against his shoulder as she cried out. Like waves on a sandy shore, her climax washed over her again and again, warm and incredible and intense.

He slid his hands to her hips, began to pound into her, past the point of no return. She cried out again, shoved her body back against him, he felt the walls of her sweet well convulsing around him as her orgasm had her whispering his name. That incredible feeling set him off, and he began to pulse, hard and fast, the sensations enough to make him groan with satisfaction.

They stood, panting slightly, hands running gently over one another. "Well what do you know," Casey said softly after a few minutes, still reaching behind her to caress his hip, "the water is still hot."

Daniel grinned. "I'm starving. Let's go get something to eat."

"Is Denny's okay?"


"I know where one is."


"What do I get if I tell you?"


She giggled. "Not exactly what I had in mind."

"If I don't eat soon, I won't have enough energy to roll off the edge of the bed," he said.

"In that case, as soon as you leave the parking lot you'll want to take a right. Go through three lights, take a left…"

He put his finger on her lips, grinning from ear to ear. "Smartass."

"Yeah, but you love my ass," she retorted.

He moved his hands over her sweet fanny. "Yep. Literally."

She giggled again, then grabbed her soap and the soft nylon scrunchy that she always used. "Now who's being the smartass?"

His grin widened, and he grabbed his soap and began to wash. Laughter. Love. Sunshine. He'd looked for a woman, his Destiny. Found her. And found in her an Angel who saved his very soul from the darkness, the loneliness that had held him prisoner for so very long. He sent up a silent prayer of thanks to whatever gods, or goddesses, had created her just for him.

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