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Chapter 6

Duncan frowned as he read the reports. He looked around the table. "No idea if we're going to run into more of these… things?"

"No clue whatsoever," Jack admitted.

"Duncan, that ship seemed to be some sort of medical ship…more like a medical laboratory," Sam said. "I think that however those…things…were created, it was done on that ship. Without it, hopefully we've stopped the NID from being able to create more."

"God, I hope so," the Highlander sighed. "It's bad enough to be dealing with the freaking Goa'uld. You say they spit acid?"

"Their saliva seemed to contain acid, as did most of their internal organs," Sam replied. "I have no idea how that was done. I don't think I want to know."

"Casey, you're positive that these things were human?" Duncan asked.

She nodded. "At one time, yes, they were. I could feel the memories. I'm wasn't able to pick up on whether or not they volunteered for…that…or if they were forced into it. Whatever was done to them, it was starting to affect their brains, their thought processes."

Duncan nodded. "With luck, we just wiped out that entire macabre experiment." He glanced around again. "Speaking of experiments, Case, are you all right?"

"I'm fine, Duncan."

He looked at her. He could see the weariness in her eyes. Daniel looked just as haunted and weary. Sam, Jack, and Teal'c were looking a little rough around the edges as well. "Tomorrow at 0900, the five of you, with your children, or spouse, will be packed, ready, and in the 'gate room. You're going to Langara for two weeks. Same resort you stayed at last time. I don't want to see your faces until they're tanned and relaxed."

For a few seconds the team only stared at him. Casey was the first to react. She jumped up from her chair and ran around the table and hugged him. "Thanks, Mac," she said softly.

He smiled. She rarely used his nickname. It was what she had called him when they had lived together. He hugged her back. "You're welcome, honey. You deserve it. You all deserve it. I made arrangements for your parents to go, Casey," Duncan said. He looked over at Sam and Jack. "Mrs. Peterson will be going as well."

"Thanks, Duncan," Sam said, grinning broadly.

"You're welcome. Like I said, you all deserve the break. Okay, anything else?"

"Any word on Oatash?" Daniel asked quietly.

"Not yet. Methos thinks that she…er…he…'gated to that planet, then immediately dialed out to somewhere else. We'll find Sara, and bring her home," Duncan replied gently.

'Don't you dare blame yourself!' Her eyes were filled with love…and worry.

He smiled. 'I'll try not to.'

"Anything else?" Five heads shook from side to side. They were finished. "Then this meeting is over, people. Good job, as always. Take care of whatever it is you need to finish up before you leave tomorrow." Duncan smiled and left the room.

"Two weeks! Two weeks on the beach with room service!" Casey said. Her green eyes were dancing, she was nearly bouncing where she stood.

"First thing I want is a massage," Jack announced.

"Oh yeah," Casey agreed. "Then lunch at that little café on the beach."

"Okay, campers, let's get ready to go," Jack said, a wide grin on his face.

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Emily was jumping up and down on the bed as Casey filled a suitcase for her. "We swim in the for really ocean, Mommy?"

"Yes, Baby. We'll swim in the ocean. And we'll take a boat ride, and you can build sandcastles, and we'll have a lot of fun."

"Nicholas and me will stay with Meemaw and Peepaw when we sleep?"

"Yep."

"You and Daddy have snuggle time with us?"

"Of course, Baby," she smiled.

Daniel walked into the room, his hands in his pockets. Emily launched herself at him from the bed, he caught her and hugged her. "Hey Princess, what has you so wound up?"

"We're going to sleep in a big hotel and swim in a for really ocean and build sandcastles and take a boat ride in 'Gara!" she said, her blue eyes full of excitement and wonder.

He grinned. "You don't say? So is Mommy packing your clothes?"

"Uh huh. Then she has to pack for Nicholas, and then she has to pack for her," his daughter informed him.

"Think Mommy will pack for me?"

"Not a chance, Stud Muffin. You can pack your own suitcase," Casey retorted. "Okay, Emily. All done. Now leave this alone. If I have to repack I won't be happy."

"Okay, Mommy."

Daniel put Emily on her feet and followed his wife into Nicholas' room. "One of these days, Angel, I'm going to take you somewhere tropical, just you and me, and we won't have to worry about packing a thing," he said softly.

She smiled up at him. "Sounds wonderful. But this will be fun."

He leaned against the doorframe. "Are you okay?"

Casey glanced up at him. She stuffed the little tee shirts and shorts and jeans and socks and diapers into the duffel. "I think so. I…I'm glad you were with me. I couldn't have handled it alone," she admitted.

"I'm glad I was with you, too." He walked into the room, picked up one of the toys on the bed, examined it. Put it back as he had found it.

She could sense that something other than her torture was bothering him. "Daniel?"

"I had to protect you," he said abruptly.

"I know that." She was puzzled by his remark.

"I didn't have any other way to do that."

"I know that, too."

"You aren't…upset…that I killed those men…used the Fire to kill them?"

She stopped packing, walked over to him, put her arms around his neck. "Daniel, you did what you had to do…what they forced you to do. We had no choice. If that man…Shakney…" she shuddered. "I don't know that I could have dealt with being raped…especially being raped in front of you. Knowing that it would hurt you…That…doctor," she spat the word, "was going to kill me. If you hadn't been there, I'd have died. Probably gone a bit crazy from the fear and pain before I did."

He hugged her. "Thanks, Angel."

"I should be thanking you. After all, you're the one who rescued me. Twice."

"Love you."

"Love you, too. Daniel?"

"Yeah?"

"Next time, do you think you could take the guy out before he sticks his hand down my pants?"

The memory of the man named Shakney touching his wife made him shudder with anger and disgust. "I'll do my best."

"Good. I'm seriously thinking of getting a freaking chastity belt. Keyed to your fingerprints."

He grinned. Then chuckled. "Might not be such a bad idea."

"I'll see what I can find online," she said, with a look of serious determination on her face.

Daniel laughed, pulled her closer. The thought of a chastity belt around her slender hips brought…interesting…images into his head. He hugged her again, and laughed harder.

A  A  A  A  A  A

Casey was stretched out on the blanket, her sunglasses on her face. Daniel was laying on his back beside her, his fingers laced with hers. Emily and Nicholas, and the O'Neill girls, were playing about three feet away from them. She smiled as she listened to their excited chatter. Carly was teaching the children how to build sandcastles. Erin and Aaron watched happily from where they sat under a large umbrella.

"Hey, Marcel!" Jack hollered, calling for the waiter that hovered nearby. "Another cold one, please."

"Yes, sir, general," the young man replied, just before hurrying toward the outdoor bar.

"Little early in the day isn't it, Jack?" Daniel asked lazily.

"Somewhere, right here on this planet, it's Happy Hour," Jack replied.

"Good point," the young archaeologist replied. He stretched, then sat up. "Feel like taking a walk, babe?"

Casey looked over at him. "I suppose I could be convinced."

Daniel leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Let's take a walk to our room. Then we'll walk into the shower. When we're done there, we'll walk to the bed."

She felt a flush of excitement race from the top of her blonde head to the tips of her scarlet painted toes. "Sounds like a nice…walk," she whispered in reply.

"Don't forget we're all having dinner at that restaurant down the street at seven-thirty," Jack intoned as the two young people stood up and began to move away.

"We'll be there," Daniel replied.

Casey stopped long enough to hug her children, who seemed little interested in the fact that Mommy was going for a walk with Daddy. Erin gave her a knowing smile, and nodded. She would see to it that her grandchildren were ready for dinner.

The door had barely closed behind them before Daniel was pulling her into his arms. "I wonder how long it will be before there's a poster of you in this bikini?" he teased, running his fingers just inside the top of her new, emerald green bikini.

"I have no idea. I'm hoping that one of you in these trunks will show up," she teased back. Her fingers were already tugging on the string that held the new dark blue trunks around his lean hips.

"Shower?"

"Yes, now," she replied breathlessly. She stepped away from him, stripped off the bikini and turned to walk into the bathroom.

His trunks hit the floor, by the time he stepped into the shower the water was warm. He pulled her into his embrace. His hands moved over her water-slick body, the tactile input sending messages straight to his already aching cock. He put one hand around her throat, marveled again as she relaxed into the caress, then leaned down to kiss her. His tongue worked the combination that opened those sweet lips, danced with hers once he had gained entrance. Her arms were around his neck, one hand moving up into his hair. She sighed into his mouth as she leaned against him when he deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue deeper into her mouth. Images of her lying on that cold metal table, her wrists and ankles surrounded by metal restraints, the terror in her green eyes, flashed through his memory. His arms wrapped around her, pulled her close, held her tightly against his chest. Her arms tightened in response, she pushed her body against him as if she were trying to melt into him. He pulled his mouth from hers. "I love you, Angel."

"I love you, Stud Muffin," she replied. She held him, could sense the feelings of fear…anger… grief…that filled him. She reached out, gently caressed the images from his mind, let her love flow over him. "I'm safe, Daniel. You kept me safe. Brought me home," she whispered.

They had been so physically exhausted the night before that they had done nothing more than snuggle together before sleep claimed them both. He needed her, not just because his body was screaming for hers, not just because he wanted to sail above the clouds with her. His mind, his soul, needed to reaffirm that she was safe and alive and healthy. "How much more can you take? How many more times can you suffer before-" he broke off, unable to finish the horrifying thought out loud. Before your mind shuts down completely, his brain finished for him.

"As often as I have to," she replied. "Because I know that no matter where I am, no matter what happens, you love me, and you'll come for me, rescue me. Just like you always have. How many more times can your heart be crushed before you…can't take it?"

"As long as you love me, Angel, as long as you're with me, I can take whatever I have to," he told her. He nuzzled her neck. "Just don't leave me, Casey, please don't ever leave me," he begged softly. The thought of being without her…without the sunshine she brought to him, without the laughter, without her sweet love, without her gentle touch, was more than he could bear. The hours he had thought her lost forever were burned forever in his heart, on his mind. But he knew that as much as that loss had hurt, losing only what made Casey…Casey, would hurt far worse. That thought petrified him with fear.

She understood that he was not referring to leaving him physically. He knew that would never happen, not by her choice. She knew exactly what he was referring to…exactly what he feared. His fear mirrored her own. "I won't, My Heart, not as long as you're there to help me hang on. As long as you're with me, nothing can defeat me. Nothing can defeat us," she whispered.

"Let's get washed, I need to hold you," he said, still nuzzling her neck. He wanted…needed to hold her in his arms, feel the warmth of her skin against his, feel her body moving in response to his caresses, hear her heart beating.

Without a word she grabbed one of the hotel washcloths and soaped it carefully. She worked it over his shoulders, his arms, his chest. She wrapped her soapy hand around his throbbing erection and stroked gently, washing him, making sure to clean every nook and cranny between his legs. She moved around him, washed his back, took her time on his firm butt, then knelt down and washed his legs and feet. By the time she was finished he was breathing hard.

He returned the favor, moving the soapy cloth slowly, gently over her body. He smiled when she gave a soft sigh as he washed her back, moving his hands over that satiny skin. "My goddess," he said softly. He knelt down, ran his hands over her legs, moving the floral scented soap over those beautiful limbs.

She smiled. "My god, my Adonis…my Master," she whispered, running her hands through his hair. She had her notebook with her. She looked down at him. Sometime during this vacation, maybe even today, she would let him read two of the poems, one she had written soon after they had returned from their honeymoon. The other she had written shortly after moving into the new house on Sweetbrier Lane. She wanted …needed for him to understand just how much she loved him. But first she needed to hold him, feel him…make love to him.

They dried each other, then Daniel scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed. He helped her turn it back, then stretched out beside her. He watched his hand move over her body, the soft warm skin sending flames up around him that threatened to completely consume him. "So damn beautiful," he whispered. His lips sought and found hers, he pushed her to her back as he kissed her…long...hard...deeply. He took his time tasting and touching her, every sensation so familiar…so new. His heart beat faster when she sighed softly as he moved his mouth to her throat. He marked her, again and again, nipping at that sensitive spot behind her ear. His soul rejoiced when her body shivered beneath him as he continued to lick and kiss that sweet skin. He held his lips against the pulse in her neck, felt how rapidly it beat, comforted by that sign of life…of excitement.

Casey held him close, the feelings of safety, of contentment every bit as strong as the love that filled her heart, the sensations of pleasure that washed over her body from his every touch, his every caress. He was sliding down, his hands and mouth roaming over her skin as he moved. She smiled at the ceiling when he settled his weight on her. He always took his time making love to her breasts, driving her mad with desire…need. She ran her fingers through his hair, the gentle touch as arousing to her as it was soothing to him. She arched her back, offering more of her body to him, the silent signal her way of begging for more of his touch, his caresses, his kisses. She gasped slightly when he bit her nipples gently, his teeth closing around the hard nubs and tugging just enough to set her hips into motion.

"Like that, huh?" he teased softly.

"As much as you seem to," she teased in return. She arched her back again, calling his attention back to her aching nipples.

He took a hardened nub into his mouth, the sweet taste of her skin dancing on his tongue, making him harder, needier. He delighted in making her ready for him, taking her as close to the edge as he could, letting her hang her toes off the cliff, but not letting her take flight until he was ready to let her go. His hands moved over those firm, soft, perfect globes, every nerve in his palms ablaze as her hard nipples pushed against them. His cock was demanding attention, his hips pushing against the smooth skin of her leg as he continued to make love to her. She wouldn't let him take her until she had driven him just as insane with her soft hands and warm, sweet mouth. He shivered with delicious anticipation. Her hips were pushing up against him. Time to move on. He slid down, the contact of their skin adding fuel to the flames that surrounded both of them. She was wearing the larger navel ring, the one he had bought for her on their first trip to Alteria. He pushed the tip of his tongue through it and tugged gently. Her flat belly rippled, she gasped, her body arched toward him.

The titillation was almost more than she could stand. She could feel herself getting wetter, her body on fire, the flames scorching her…burning her…setting her very soul on fire…the need between her thighs a sweet, excruciating ache. She could feel his erection; hot, hard, throbbing ever so slightly…the wetness of his precum against her skin all the more exciting. As aroused as she was, she understood that he was also. Before they took flight, she would have her turn, would taste him, make love to him, take him to the brink of ecstasy…let him fall over, just as he would do for her. Then and only then, would they soar to the heights together. She closed her eyes, savoring every touch of his hands, the feeling of his tongue against her hot skin.

His mouth was watering when he settled himself between her slender thighs. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with her familiar scent. So damned sweet, his mind told him. As it did every time he prepared to worship her. He was almost shaking with need when he finally lowered his head and took that first, sweet, intoxicating taste. He couldn’t hold back the soft moan of pleasure as her honey coated his lips, his tongue. It wasn't enough. It was never enough. He pushed his face against that sweet skin and shoved his tongue as deeply into her warm well as he could, lapping at her, rewarded when she came. He drank his fill, then began to run his tongue around those sweet, swollen nether lips, teasing them, making her hips jerk beneath him.

She was going to lose her mind if he didn't give her the relief her body was clamoring for…and soon! She couldn't control the reaction in her hips as he moved his tongue over her. Her fingers clenched in his hair, her body arched, and she softly begged for release with tiny sounds in the back of her throat. When he took her hard, swollen clit into his mouth, nibbled it gently with his teeth, she cried out, shoved her hips against his face. She was so close…knew that within seconds her body would be spiraling into oblivion. He slid two fingers into her, moved them slowly in and out, then began to suckle on that swollen button. Her thighs began to quiver, she whimpered softly, then bucked against him, crying out his name as her body began to tremble, her well convulsing around his fingers.

When her tremors had ended, he kissed his way back up her body…over her belly to her breasts, licked her collarbones, nibbled that spot behind her ear, then kissed her. She was already pushing him to his back. He rolled over, ready to let her make love to him. Her soft hands were moving over his shoulders, down his arms, up his chest. She ran the fingers of one hand through his pubic hair, his cock throbbed…ached for her touch. She pressed her lips to his, ran her tongue over them, seeking, waiting for his permission to enter his mouth. He granted it, letting her taste him as he had tasted her. She gave as much as she took with each kiss; he could feel her love flow into him as her lips moved over his, as her tongue danced inside his mouth. He wrapped his hands around her upper arms, not holding her, merely touching her. He closed his eyes when she moved her mouth over his jaw, to his neck. Her soft kisses wet the skin of his throat, he shivered when the air moved against him. She suckled on the muscle behind his ear, marked him there. Every time her tongue touched him, his cock throbbed.

The taste of his skin was lighting the Fire in her body once again, the flames were already licking around her. She moved down, hungry…greedy…for his magnificent erection. She kissed his chest, ran her tongue over his hard, flat nipples, let her fingers tug gently at them as she licked the tattoo that marked him as The Chosen. She moved her tongue in and out of his navel, thrilled when the hard abs beneath her mouth began to ripple. She could wait no longer. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, and her lips around the head. She moved her mouth down the shaft, taking in as much of him as she could. She pushed her tongue against him and began to move up and down on him, sucking gently, then harder. His hips were moving up toward her, joining the rhythm she had established. He wrapped his hands in her hair, and when he tried to push deeper into her mouth, she pulled away slightly. She let him fall completely out of her mouth, used her tongue to lick around and around the head, tease over and under and around that mushroomed ridge. He was breathing hard, his chest heaving.

When she wrapped her lips around him once again, began moving again, the rhythm slow and steady, he moaned. Her hands were working him as carefully, as skillfully as her mouth. One hand was cupping, caressing his aching balls, the gentle touch pleasing. "Oh, yeah, babe, just like that," he whispered, pushing his hips toward her. He could feel the fire move from his belly into his balls. It wouldn't be much longer now. She was flicking her tongue around the sensitive head of his cock again…he was going to scream with frustration…from pleasure. For the third time she took him fully into her mouth. She moved up onto her knees. This was it, she was going to take him all the way. He lost all ability to think…he could only feel…his cock was rubbing against the back of her throat, and he was coming. He cried out her name as he exploded, sending warm spurts of semen down her slender throat.

She kissed her way back to his lips. His arms closed around her, pulled her to lay on top of him, even though he still wasn't breathing normally yet. "You are so magnificent," she whispered, settling her head on his shoulder.

"Glad you think so," he said; his cheeks flushed slightly. She was smiling. He could feel it against his skin.

"I don't just think so," she replied. She crossed her arms just below his collarbones, rested her chin on them. "How did I ever get so lucky?" she asked him, her voice a mere whisper.

"I'm the one who got lucky, Angel," he replied softly. "You brought sunshine into my life, when I thought I'd spend the rest of my days in darkness."

"You brought love into my life, when I was convinced that I'd never find anyone to touch me, love me. You breathed life into my soul, Daniel."

"You breathed life into mine as well, Casey." He looked into her green eyes, saw the love reflected there. "How did I ever live without you?"

Her smile widened. "The same way I lived without you. I existed. Waiting for you."

"Together always, Case."

"Together always, My Heart," she whispered. She pressed her lips to his chest, then sat up. She raised up and guided his still hard shaft between her soft wet folds.

He hissed a sigh of pleasure as she pushed down against him, taking him deep into her warm well. She massaged him, gripped him with the muscles deep inside. "You feel so good, babe," he whispered.

"You do, too," she whispered in reply. She put her hands on his shoulders, began to move her hips back and forth. She moved slowly, deliberately, her body pulling him in, sucking him ever deeper. She sighed when his hands moved to her breasts, she pushed against them, whimpered softly when he began to massage and squeeze the tender flesh.

He watched her eyes as she rode him…reveled in the way they sparkled and danced, awed by the love that filled them as she looked down at him. He slipped one hand over her mons, his fingers searched for and found her swollen clit. He caressed it gently, her hips moved forward to meet his hand, then pushed back against his hard cock.

Too soon…she was going to come too soon if she didn't change the rhythm now. She curled her legs beside his hips, began to move up and down. She circled her hips, just the tip of him inside her, then pushed down as far, as fast, and as hard as she could. Smiled when he groaned with pleasure.

His hands went to her hips as she began to grind against him, then moved around and up and down on his engorged shaft. She gave a tiny whimper, he felt the warmth of her honey as it flowed over his cock, down his balls, the insides of his thighs. He was about to lose his ever-loving mind as her sweet twat danced around him. The need to pound into that sweet well began to build almost as quickly as the orgasm she was speeding him towards. He pulled her down against his chest, kissed the side of her face, then rolled them over, putting her on her back. He pulled her legs up, pushed them against her shoulders and began to drive into her.

He was grinding his hips against hers every time they made contact. She wrapped her hands around his arms, arched her back, and felt her thighs begin to quiver. 

"Give it to me, babe. Come for me," he demanded softly, as that dulcet song of love began to build up in her throat.

The whimper that filled her throat turned into a low moan, and her body began to shake. She took flight, felt him begin to throb harder and faster. "Fill me Daniel, fly with me," she begged.

He cried out, and flew beside her over the edge and into the stars. His cock throbbed and jerked against the convulsing walls of her well. He let go of her legs and dropped down on top of her. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her legs went around his waist, and she pulled him close, held his body tightly in her embrace. "Love you, Angel," he murmured.

"Love you, Stud Muffin," she whispered, savoring the feeling of his weight on top of her.

He glanced at the clock. They had just enough time to shower and dress before they had to leave to meet everyone at the restaurant. Which was a good thing. He'd worked up an appetite. He pulled away, kissed her lips, then pulled himself to his feet. "Let's go Angel. We have to get a move on or we'll be late."

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