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Casey opened the door to the storeroom, made sure that the lock was engaged, and pulled it closed behind her.

"So, come here often?" Daniel asked, a smile on his face.

"Several times as a matter of fact," she replied, grinning wickedly. "Again today, if I'm lucky."

He wrapped his arms around her, pulled her close. "I think today is your lucky day."

"Really?" Her fingers were already working on the buttons of his shirt. "I was absolutely convinced that tablet couldn't be…that," she said softly. "That's why I wanted your help. I was sure that I was missing something."

His hands were moving up and down her back, from her hips to her shoulders. "From what we've found so far, the Cardorians were a very passionate people. Why should we be surprised to find out that making love was so important to them? I'd say that tablet was their equivalent to the Kama Sutra."

"Only not as strange," she murmured. Her hands were underneath his tee shirt, the skin of his chest burning her fingers as she touched him. He still hadn't started undressing her. She frowned, pulled away from him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, why?"

She looked at him. Fire burned in his eyes. Love reflected in the blue depths. But something was wrong, or he would already have her naked, or at least halfway. Trembling fingers began to re-button his shirt. "If you weren't interested-"

He caught her hands in his, held them still against his chest. "I'm always interested, Case. You know that."

She lowered her head, shook it slightly, trying to back away from him completely. "Maybe…maybe this morning was enough…I…"

He pulled her close, wrapped his arms around her. One hand moved to cup her chin, lifted her face just as he lowered his, his mouth capturing hers in a kiss. He worked the combination that unlocked those sweet lips, dove inside when she opened to him. His own fears…worries…had badgered him for the few minutes that he had waited for her, wondering if once again he was pushing her into making love…maybe she was only meeting him here because she thought it was what he wanted. It was, he wanted to make love to her. Oh, god did he want to make love to her! But he wanted her to be willing, not just merely obliging him. "I need you, Angel," he whispered, moving his mouth over her jaw.

"Don't tell me," she whispered in return, her arms locked around his neck, "show me."

Her soft whisper was all the encouragement he needed. Daniel moved his hands to her chest, unbuttoned her shirt, smiling against the skin of her neck when she giggled as her arms became tangled with his as she unbuttoned his shirt. He pushed the green fabric to the floor, slid his hands under the black tee shirt and moved it up and over her head, his mouth returning to her neck as soon as it was free from her body. Her fingertips were scorching him as her hands moved under his tee shirt. He looked down at her, moaned softly. She was wearing the yellow bra, which meant the matching little lace panties. The set she had worn the night she had stripped for him in living room, and he had stripped for her. He couldn't see them now without thinking about that glorious night. "You do it to torture me, don't you?"

"Do what?"

"Wear these sexy little things under your BDU. You know what this set does to me!"

"Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh," she hummed softly. She remembered that night as well. He had been incredible, stripping the clothes off his magnificent body in time to the music, teasing her, arousing her until she couldn't stand it, and she was on her knees in front of him, making love to him.

"Bad to the bone," he whispered in her ear. "Take 'em off for me, babe, do it." He stepped away from her.

That night had been her idea. He never failed to mention it every time he saw her in this bra and the matching panties. "On the day I was born," she sang softly, her hands moving up and down her torso, "the nurses all gathered round - and gazed in wide wonder, at the joy they had found …" As she sang, her fingers moved over her hips, her hand slid between her thighs. She slowly unzipped her pants, gave him just a peek at the little lacy panties. Her hips were moving in a lazy circle, the pants inching down just a bit over her hips.

Daniel gave in to the lust that rushed over him, through him. He had managed to quell it that night. Not now. The need was too great. He reached for her, pulled her close. His fingers made quick work of the clasp on her bra, the Fire that raced up his arm when his fingers came in contact with the soft skin of her bare breasts was enough to make him gasp. He grabbed a handful of blonde hair, tugged gently, pulling her head back, exposing her neck. His mouth clamped down on her skin, marking her, his free hand moving over her breasts, teasing her hard nipples.

"What are you, some sort of vampire?" she asked, shivering from the flames his touch ignited.

He could hear the smile in her words. In response, he bit her neck, just hard enough to bring a gasp to her lips. "I vant to suck your blood," he said in a perfect Transylvanian accent. Which caused her to start giggling. "Vat? You do not beleef me?" He looked at her, wiggling his eyebrows.

She burst into giggles. She tugged at his tee shirt, helped him get it off. She watched her fingers move over his chest for just a minute. She gasped again when he gently pulled her head back, his mouth returning to her throat. His hand slid from her breasts, beneath that lace to that hot, wet, aching place between her thighs. Casey closed her eyes, fought the images of the dream that had plagued her the night before. Daniel had battled, defeated all of her demons. She knew that he could take care of this one as well. She began to step backward, her arms around his neck, pulling him with her. When she felt the wall behind her back, she moved her hand down to his crotch, her fingers moving over the zipper of his pants, lowering it, freeing the raging hard-on that waited there.

He pulled away from her, looked into her eyes. Kenny had raped her this way, against the wall. Wade had done the same thing to her in her nightmares. "Casey?"

"Please, don't let him hurt me anymore," she begged in a whisper.

"What about-"

"Take me," she whispered. "We can go home for lunch afterwards, grab a quick shower."

He nodded. Kissed her gently. He had heard her moaning in the night, but by the time he woke up enough to go into her dream, it was over. Now he knew what…who...had been haunting her. They had eaten dinner with the O'Neill's at Red Lobster. He was sure that was why that slimy little bastard had showed up in her dreams. He had changed other nightmares, other…memories. If this was what she wanted…needed, then he would do it…gladly. Anything to give her peace…to keep that light shining in those beautiful green eyes. He pressed his body against hers, held her against the wall, using his mouth, his tongue, his lips to comfort her, calm her. When he felt her body begin to relax, his hand started moving over her breasts again. His other hand gently pushed at her pants, getting them lower on her hips, moving that little scrap of yellow lace out of the way, his fingers caressing her, moving gently over her skin.

Her heart pounded against her ribs when she realized she was pinned against the wall by his weight. His kisses let her know that she was safe. This wasn't Kenny. This was Daniel. And Daniel loved her…would never hurt her. Never. She allowed herself to stop and feel the difference, the fact that the body pressed against her was doing so tenderly, the hands that moved over her were gentle. She relaxed, one hand moving up and down on his swollen shaft, his hips moving with each caress, the other working his pants down far enough to completely expose him. She pushed hers down farther as well, then let her hand move over his chest again.

He slid his hand between her thighs. She was hot and wet and ready for him. He pushed gently, felt her move her legs apart as much as her clothing would allow. It was far enough. He had both hands on her breasts now, knowing that the tender caresses would keep her aroused, please her, help her reach her climax. "If it hurts, we stop," he whispered against her skin. He wasn't necessarily referring to physical pain.

"If it hurts," she replied. She guided him toward her aching well, then wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

Daniel inched forward, afraid of hurting her, frightening her. He kept his mouth moving on her throat, felt her body shiver from the attention. He felt as if he were taking her for the first time, taking a virgin entrusting him with the most precious gift of all. He moved into her slowly. Sweet Jesus! So damned tight! So hot! It was all he could to do refrain from grabbing her hips pounding into her.

Casey nearly cried out as memories - images of anger, feelings of pain and fear, flooded her mind. She wanted to struggle, fight against him, push him away. His hands were gentle against her body, one hand massaging her breasts, teasing her nipples, the other between them, stroking that hard nub, making it swell even more. The pleasure began to override the fear…the pain. He entered her slowly, until at last she was filled, holding him, massaging him, every throb echoing through her, sending fingers of Fire up and down her spine. "Oh, Daniel," she sighed, burying her face against his shoulder.

"You feel so good, Angel, so damn good. You are so beautiful, so sexy…I need you so much," he whispered, planting kisses across her jaw. "I love you, Casey, I love you…my sweet, sweet Angel."

"I love you…love you…need you, Daniel…please, take me," she said, pulling him closer with her arms.

He began to move in and out of her, her hips pushing against his with every thrust. His body was demanding, and he didn't know how much longer he could keep from giving in to the heat, the desire, the need. "Case…I…god I just want to pound into you!" he gasped.

"Do it," she whispered, shredding every bit of self-control he had been desperately clinging to. It was so different from those painful memories…she could feel the love in his fingertips as his hands continued to caress her, his kisses took her higher as his body began to move, shoving his magnificent cock harder and deeper into her with every thrust. No matter how he took her, it was always this way…so good, so incredibly good!

He was beyond the point of no return. His body was in complete control. His fingers moved in concert with his hips. His thighs were pressed against hers and when that quiver began he felt it. "Give it to me, Angel. Do it for me," he whispered in her ear, before sucking on that spot just behind it that always sent a shiver down her spine.

The whimper that she could never hold back filled her throat, she could feel the response in his body as he thrust harder, deeper into her. Pleasure so sweet and good that it left her weak washed over her, leaving her moaning his name in its wake. Her hands were in his hair, she pulled him in for a kiss. 'Fill me…love me, Daniel…give me your love…please!'

Her soft whispers echoed in his mind. His hands were on her hips as he drove himself into her, pushing deep and hard with every thrust. He felt that sweet hot feeling in his belly…felt it work its way up his throbbing cock. "Take it, babe," he groaned as that climax he had been reaching for flooded his body. Those muscles deep inside her caressed him, held him as he throbbed, milked him while he was shooting his hot, white love into her warm, tight well.

She was shivering, clinging to him, her arms tight around his neck. Her body was slowly coming down from the glorious heights he had taken her to. Every memory, every time that her ex-husband had so brutally taken her this way faded, as the precious memory of being in Daniel's arms, feeling his body love her filled her mind.

He wrapped his arms around her, felt the tremors move over her slender body, pulled her close. "Case?"

"Thank you," she whispered, pressing her face against his neck. "Thank you."

He smiled. "You're welcome, Angel."

She looked up at him shyly. "Did…did you like it…this way?"

"Oh, yeah," he replied, grinning at her. He planted a kiss on her forehead. "I liked it a lot."

She giggled. "You always say that."

His grin broadened. "I always like it."

"We should get cleaned up enough to go home for lunch." A box of Wet Ones was 'hidden' in the back corner of a bottom shelf. She retrieved it, handed two of the damp towelettes to him, took three for herself, and gently wiped away the traces of his love. A trash can in the corner of the room served to 'hide' the evidence of their lovemaking. She fastened her bra, then picked up the two black tee shirts, determined which was hers, and pulled it on. "Wish we could just take the afternoon off."

"Who says we can't?" he asked, pulling his own shirt over his head. He buttoned and zipped his pants.

"Emmie would be thrilled to get to go to the lake." She tucked in her tee shirt, zipped her pants, pulled on the green fatigue shirt, carefully buttoned it.

"Then let's take her. I think we've earned it," Daniel replied. "Besides, by the time we eat lunch and shower, it will be almost two." He pulled on his fatigue shirt, but didn't bother with the buttons.

"Well, see, the afternoon would be half over before we even make it back here," she grinned.

"Exactly."

"I'll meet you in the car."

Daniel grabbed her chin, placed a kiss on her lips, then slipped out the door and into the men's restroom.

A  A  A  A  A  A

Rayner watched the ladies' room, waiting for Casey to reappear. Soft laughter from behind a nearby closet door drew him closer. He heard her giggle. Lovely little sound, that. Daniel's lower pitched laughter followed. Whispers. He moved closer to the door. It almost sounded as if…as if…Goddamn! Daniel Jackson was in the supply closet, fucking his beautiful wife! Putting his ear against the door, he continued to listen. He could just barely discern the sounds of two bodies slapping together in the heat of passion. His own body hardened at the thought, his brain supplied the images to the sounds he was hearing. When he heard her moan softly, and the rhythmic thump against the wall became faster, he could take no more. He slipped into the restroom, and into the closest stall. He dropped his trousers and briefs, sat down and began to stroke himself. There were several websites that offered a variety of pictures of the beautiful Casey Jackson. Someone had managed to secure several nude shots of her, pictures that he had looked at often. Visions of her danced before his eyes as his hand moved over his aching shaft. The sound of her moan echoed in his ears. He grabbed a wad of toilet paper, pressed it against the swollen head of his erection, and with a soft moan of his own, began to come. The sound of someone entering the room helped him to recover quickly. He tossed the soaked paper into the water, flushed the toilet, adjusted his clothes and stepped out of the stall.

Daniel was standing at the urinal. He glanced over his shoulder at Rayner as the man walked toward the sink. "Finding the work interesting enough?"

He smiled. "I'm afraid I'm rather slow with the tags. I can't help but examine each piece just a bit, then I get…side-tracked," he confessed. Which was absolutely true. The artifacts were amazing. Most from civilizations that had their roots on Earth, making many of the pieces recognizable, all of them alien enough to be fascinating.

"Yeah, that can happen."

Rayner took a deep breath. Could smell something…musky…sweet. It seemed to be coming from the man beside him. More specifically, from the very red cock that Daniel was zipping back into his pants. "May I ask a question?"

Daniel knew that the man could smell Casey on him. He steeled himself for a question that he had no intention of answering. "You can ask. No guarantee of an answer."

"How did you do it?"

For a moment he was confused. Surely Rayner wasn't asking what position they had been in during their…tryst! He shook his head mentally. "Do what?"

"Stand in that room with the artifacts from the Steward Mission, knowing what you knew," Rayner explained.

Was Rayner asking why he did nothing to stop Osiris, who already inhabited Sarah's body by that time? Asking why Daniel, who knew about the Goa'uld, didn't suspect sooner who was killing people in the Institute? "Knowing what I knew made those artifacts all the more interesting, relevant," he replied cautiously.

Rayner shook his dark head. "If it had been me, if I had been the one with the theory that no one believed, hired by the SGC and provided proof that I was right, I would have let you know in no uncertain terms what was what."

"For one thing, the program was still top secret. I couldn't have told you if I had wanted to do so. Believe me, I did want to share what I had found, all the things that I had learned. But I couldn't. For another, I didn't think it was the time to get into all of…that; considering what I was in Chicago for. Doctor Jordan's funeral, remember? I guess that’s one of the differences between us. I didn't have to rub your face in it. It was enough that I knew, and what I knew was so…fantastic, so…wonderful, that the petty bullshit and politics of the academia meant nothing to me. I didn't care any more. Oh, sure, I still wrote papers. I didn't think they'd be published. But I knew that eventually the entire Stargate program would become known. I was able…willing… to wait to be vindicated," Daniel said, proud that it was true. He had wanted vindication, to be sure. But he had been willing to wait for it, and waiting had made it all the sweeter.

"Well, your theories have certainly been corroborated. And you set academia on its collective head. At least one scientific journal a month either has an article about you, or one written by you. Hell, you've been on the cover of Time Magazine four times now!" Rayner declared.

"Not alone. Always with the team," Daniel said softly

"Last month's issue had just you and your lovely wife on it. Who is much more beautiful in person than the pictures could ever show, by the way," he added with a grin.

"I didn't know about the last article," Daniel said. He never bothered reading the articles. Wasn't even sure if Casey had requested a copy this time. Unlike the photographer and interviewer before this last group, she hadn't liked the two women assigned to do the story. He hadn't cared much for them either. He frowned. Why hadn't the entire team been on the front cover, as usual? This was something he would have to check into. As far as he was concerned, it was the whole team, or none of them at all! "They interviewed all of us. Took pictures of the team together, like they always do."

"Be that as it may, you and your wife were the only ones on the cover," Rayner replied.

"Do you have a problem, Steven? Something that will affect your work here?" Daniel asked bluntly. He knew that Rayner had always been jealous of the success of others. Again the thought that hiring Dr. Steven Rayner had been a bad idea crossed his mind.

"No, Daniel. No problem. None at all. Just making conversation. You always were quick to jump to the defensive," he accused.

"I’m not being defensive about anything," Daniel retorted. "I just need to know if I made a mistake in hiring you."

Rayner looked at the man who had been his adversary for his entire career. "No, you didn't make a mistake," he said slowly. At least, not from my standpoint, he thought, barely able to keep the smile from his face.

"Good. We need archaeologists; we need good ones. I hired one of the best." Without another word, Daniel left the room.

Rayner stood, stunned at the admission. Well, now, that certainly added a new twist to the game, didn't it?

A  A  A  A  A  A

Casey settled back into the seat of the brand new, red Chevy Blazer 4x4. It had arrived while they had been on the planet of the Lost City. She sighed. There was something about the smell of a brand new vehicle that was so exciting! Kicking her shoes off, she turned on the CD player, sorted through the disks in the changer until she found the one she wanted. Boston began to sing about cooling the engines, her soft voice singing with them.

Daniel opened the door and crawled in beside her. He glanced at her and smiled. "I take it you like the Blazer?"

She looked at him and smiled. "I really do," she replied. "I think the extra room is going to come in handy as the kids get older." It was because of the kids that they had agreed on the seven-passenger EXT. The leather interior had cost a bit more, but Daniel had been able to sell the jeep for more than they had been offered on trade-in. One of the young SF's on the base had bought it, proudly driving the vehicle that had belonged to the Dr. and Mrs. Jackson.

"We haven't broken it in yet," he said, grinning at her.

"And it's not going to happen today," she replied.

"It's not?" His eyes were full of laughter. "I know about a few places that are still nice and private."

"We just made love," she said.

"That was just the warm up."

Casey started giggling. "You are insatiable!"

"Only for you, Angel," he replied. "Let's go have lunch and take the kids to the lake."

A  A  A  A  A  A

Erin was just putting the finishing touches on lunch when they walked into the kitchen. She looked up and smiled at them, noted the happiness that filled their eyes; so glad…so relieved…to see that light shining again. She had watched Daniel mourn for his wife - her daughter. Watched with a breaking heart as every day he sank deeper into depression; the loneliness…the loss of his Beloved…more than he could bear. To see him smiling once again gladdened her heart. Having her daughter back, alive and safe had pushed away the pain that had filled her own soul, that excruciating ache that had gripped her heart so tightly. Never in her existence had she endured such heartache. She shook herself mentally. Her daughter was safe and alive and home, all was well.

"Hi, Mom," Casey smiled as she walked over to the counter.

"Casey! I didn't expect you for lunch," Erin smiled in return, accepting the hug from her daughter. Hmmm…a lot of Daniel's aftershave on her daughter's neck and jaw…it seemed that the reason she was home was for a shower. Casey had mentioned that Daniel was…ravenous…since her return.

"We should have called, but it was sort of a last minute decision. We thought we'd take the kids to the lake this afternoon," Casey said. She smiled when Daniel walked out the open French doors in the conversation room to find his children.

"That sounds lovely. They will certainly enjoy it," Erin replied. She glanced at her daughter, watched the young woman aimlessly rearranging orange sections on a plate. "Something is bothering you."

Casey glanced at her mother. She was learning that this woman could be trusted with even her darkest secrets. Learning what it was like to have a mother…a real, loving, caring mother. "I…Doctor Rayner arrived this morning," she said softly.

"You don't like him," Erin said flatly. That much was evident in the look in Casey's eyes when she said the man's name.

"There's something about him…I can't put my finger on it, but no, I don't like him," Casey admitted.

"Does Daniel know this?"

"No, and I don't want him to. Doctor Rayner is here, he'll be working in the Center, and I don’t want to create any problems for Daniel," Casey said softly.

Erin studied her daughter for a moment. "Is there anything particular about him that you don't like?"

"Besides the fact that he's a big flirt? I don't know…there is something…" she shook her head. "I suppose I'll figure it out, or get used to him, one or the other."

Daniel walked back into the house, Emily in one arm, Nicholas in the other. "So, what's for lunch?"

Erin and Casey exchanged a glance, then Erin smiled up at her son-in-law. "I have nice plate of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and some lovely fruit."

"Sounds good," Daniel smiled. "So, shall we eat lunch, and then go to the lake?" he asked.

"Lake, Daddy!" Emily squealed excitedly.

"Wake!" Nicholas laughed.

Casey smiled. "Eat your lunches, I'm going to take a quick shower."

Daniel winked at her. "Think I'll join you. Lots of dust from those crates."

Erin ducked her head, hid her smile. "Come my darlings, eat your lunch," she said, putting Nicholas in his high chair while Emily climbed onto the barstool.

Daniel followed his wife to their bedroom. He didn't say anything about the conversation he'd overheard. When she was ready to talk to him, she would. He hoped.

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