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Casey wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, and watched as Daniel and Jack manhandled her new couch. "Hey, watch the walls! I don’t want to have to repaint them!" she warned.

"Yes, ma'am," Daniel replied.

"Geez, Danny, you’re already sounding married! She’s got you whipped, Space Monkey!"

"Jack?"

"Yes, ma’am?"

"I can whip your butt too, you know!"

"Yes, ma’am."

"I still don’t see why you couldn’t have just brought the couch through the French door. It’s wider," Casey commented as she hurried over to direct Teal'c, who came through that very door with a load of boxes.

Jack set his end of the sofa down with a ‘thump’. "Daniel?"

"Yes, Jack?"

"Why didn’t we bring the couch through that big honkin’ French door?"

"We didn’t think of it?"

"Don’t tell her. Do not ever tell her that! She’ll never let us live it down. And I do mean never!"

Later that afternoon, Casey was carrying yet another box of Daniel’s artifacts into the ‘den’ when she stopped short. Jack and Sam were standing in the room talking. Casey smiled as she watched Jack lean closer to listen to whatever it was that Sam was saying. She wondered when the two of them would figure out how to be together, really together. She hoped it was soon. She wanted to see them as happy as she and Daniel were. She tiptoed out and set the box in the bedroom. She’d take it to the den later. Jack and Sam had little enough time together, she would let them have these stolen moments alone. She navigated her way around boxes, crates, plastic wrapped dining room chairs, and overstuffed trash bags to find Daniel standing on the deck with Teal'c. The men were in a discussion about barbecue grills. Actually, Daniel was trying to explain the differences between gas and charcoal, and why he wanted to get a gas grill. She slipped to his side, put her arms around his waist, rested her head against his shoulder. Daniel automatically put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. He dropped a kiss onto her temple.

"Tired, babe?" he asked, rubbing his hand up and down her arm.

"Not really. Did you leave anything at the base?" she asked, grinning up at him.

Teal'c raised an eyebrow. "I believe, Casey Webster, that Daniel Jackson has merely emptied one small storage locker of his artifacts."

"Teal'c, was that a joke?" Daniel asked, choking on his laughter. 

Casey chortled.

"It was."

"Okay you guys, let’s get a move on here! Somebody promised me beer and pizza when we were finished slaving away," Jack said, sticking his head out of the door. "Let’s move; chop, chop."

The three people on the deck exchanged amused glances, and followed the older man back out to the moving van.

A  A  A  A  A  A

Boxes were piled high on the new oak dining table. Boxes filled every corner of every room. Casey stood on the stepladder, hanging the curtains that she had just ironed. She stopped to watch Daniel as he struggled with two cartons of books. His glasses were sitting at the tip of his nose, he had a dirt smudge on his chin, and his tee shirt was stained with sweat. He looked up at her and grinned. She climbed off the ladder, and went to stand in front of him. He deposited the carton of books on the floor, then stood and stretched backwards.

"I’m calling it a day," he groaned, rotating his torso. "I’m beat."

Casey wrapped her arms around his neck. He smelled of sweat and beer. "Daniel Jackson, do you have any idea how much I love you?"

He caught her up against him. "I think I have an idea. You turned down The One to be with me," he grinned.

She rested her head against his chest. "Well, I did do that. But that’s not how much I love you."

"How much do you love me?" He kissed the tip of her nose.

"More than chocolate," she smiled.

"Wow. That’s a lot, isn’t it?" He hugged her close. "I love you more than coffee, My Star," he whispered.

"I have a really good idea," she said, smiling up at him.

"What?"

"Wait here. But do not sit on my couch in those dirty clothes!" She turned and hurried into the bedroom.

Daniel grinned and walked to the kitchen, dropped down onto one of the new rattan bar chairs. He could hear her rummaging around in the bedroom. He put his arm on the bar, and rested his chin in one hand, pushing his glasses up absently with the other. Unbidden, the memory of what had happened only days earlier on PX3-695 filled his thoughts. He had damned near lost her, he thought. He could still feel the pride and love that welled in him when Casey had refused to accept Duncan. He didn’t know how much that refusal had cost her physically, although he suspected it had been a great deal. It had taken her the entire evening to recuperate. Although she had been sure that the ordeal with the fire was over, at least for now, she had clung to him through the night. He had woken up several times to find her lying nearly on top of him.  Not that he had minded in the least.

"Daniel?" Her voice was soft, and she shook his shoulders gently. She took his glasses from his face and laid them on the counter. "Daniel, come with me," she instructed him, helping him to his feet. He hadn’t even been aware that he had dozed off. She led him into the bathroom, where the tub was filled with steamy water and bubbles. Lots of bubbles. She helped him out of his grubby clothes, stripped her own sweaty clothes off, then stepped into the bathtub.

As he eased down into the hot water, he let out a soft sigh. He could feel Casey behind him. Her hands were kneading his sore shoulders. He let his head fall back against her throat. "A man could get used to things like this," he said, a relaxed smile on his face.

"Think so?"

"Mmmhmm." For several long, wonderful minutes she continued to rub his neck and shoulders.

"Put your head on my shoulder," Casey instructed softly. He was more than willing to comply. She began to massage his arms, then ran her hands down his chest as far as she could reach.

Daniel could feel the soft curves of her breasts, the nipples hard and pushing into his back. It had a stimulating effect. He draped an arm up and around her, pulling her face towards him. She leaned forward and kissed him. "Are you tired?"

She shook her head with a suddenly shy smile.

"Stand up, babe." She complied, and he pushed himself against the back of the tub. "C’mere." He turned her to face him, settling her on his lap. He pulled her into an embrace, her head on his shoulder, his arms around her slender body, the combination of the water and soap making her skin slick beneath his fingers. He kissed her ear, tenderly nibbled at the lobe. He gasped when her searching fingers found him, and began to massage that male part of him into hardness. He groped with one hand, found the secret place that hid between her thighs, and began his own ministrations. Soon the bathroom was filled with the sound of their labored breathing as they manually brought each other to the brink of completion.

Casey shifted in the tub, sending a wave of water over the edge. She leaned over the side, and looked back over her shoulder at him. "Take me?" she whispered.

With a groan Daniel rose to his knees and slid into her waiting body, his hands on her slender hips. He began moving in and out of her, slowly at first, then faster, going deeper with each thrust. Minutes ago, he didn’t think he had the energy to crawl into bed. What this woman can do to me, he thought. Casey wiggled and thrust back against him, the motion drawing another groan from his throat. "Oh, god, babe, I can’t hold back. I’m gonna come."

"Yes," she whispered. "Fill me, Daniel. Fill me with your love."

Daniel began to move faster against her, until he cried out, his essence shooting deep inside her. He rested lightly against her back, still throbbing. He moved a hand from her hip and put it between her legs, caressing the hard nub that hid there. Within seconds Casey was crying out, bucking against his hand.

They washed each other, then climbed naked into bed, holding one another closely.

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They settled into a comfortable routine, broken only by the missions they went on, or Casey’s sudden bouts of pre-wedding jitters.

This evening found them as usual in the den, Daniel at work at his desk, Casey in a chair beside him, her feet in his lap. He was running his hand up and down the inner arch of her foot, his attention glued to the computer monitor in front of him. She was working on details of the wedding, which was less than a week away.

That she was getting married again was hard enough to believe, but that she and Daniel were going to get married on PY2-498 was mind blowing. She and Daniel had managed to talk Jack into letting them have the ceremony there, and then the two newlyweds would get seventy-two hours alone on the warm, sandy beaches. A trip to the courthouse after returning would make their marriage legal on planet Earth. They had decided to write their own vows, part of keeping the ceremony simple. Just a few friends from the SGC would be in attendance. Casey had invited Jacob Carter/Selmak and two other Tok’ra, including the one she had shot. She figured it would be a gesture of good will. Besides, she wanted a certain Tok’ra bitch…er …female, Anise was her name, to understand that Daniel was taken. Hands off. Do not touch.

She was tapping the pen against her teeth, still trying to decide what to serve. She had gone through her notes, but wasn’t satisfied with what she had decided. She was leaning toward tropical dishes for the obvious reason, but she absolutely adored nachos. Perhaps they would set up a table and just serve a variety of foods. Maybe encourage everyone to bring his or her favorite dish if they would like. Yes, that sounded like a good idea. "Daniel, what if we make the dinner a pot luck? Everybody could bring something they really liked. I still want at least two fruit platters, and a vegetable tray or two. What do you think?"

"Mmmhmm."

"I still want a champagne fountain. I wonder if we could use colored wineglasses rather than champagne glasses. If they’re brightly colored, it would sort of fit in with the tropical theme better."

"Okay."

Casey looked up, realizing that Daniel hadn’t heard a word she had said. An impish grin crossed her face. "Then Jack and I will come in naked, and he’ll toss all the food on the ground and we’ll hump like rabbits right there on the table," she said, waiting for a reaction.

"That sounds good, babe," Daniel said, pushing his glasses further up on his nose.

She could practically count the seconds before…

"What did you say?" He turned to her, his eyes wide. "You and Jack naked?"

"Well, whadda ya know, something did filter in!" Her eyes danced as she tried to keep a straight face.

"You are such a wanton hussy," Daniel told her.

"You love me anyway," she grinned.

Daniel turned to face her, his hands massaging her feet. "Okay, you have my full attention. What were you asking?"

She hesitated. Always before their exchange about her "hussiness" had ended with Daniel declaring that he 'damn well did love her'. It was a silly little thing, she knew, and he had been busy, she was distracting him from his work. But his failure to respond in their little act stung. She pulled her feet from his lap. "It’s nothing. I’m sorry to have bothered you. Go back to work." She stood and walked into the kitchen. She slammed her pad down on the counter and grabbed the teakettle. She was filling it with water when Daniel called to her.

"Case?"

"Yes?"

"I damn well do love you!"

Tears in her eyes, she left the kettle by the sink and went back into the den. She leaned down and folded her arms around his shoulders. She didn’t say anything, she just stood there, watching him type away. When he closed the program and shut off the computer, he stood up and pulled her into his arms.

"Now, what is it you wanted to talk about?" he asked.

"I just had a couple of ideas for the wedding," she said.

"Babe, I’ve never had a real uh…wedding…before…but shouldn’t you have everything finalized by now? I mean, the wedding is in five days."

Casey stared at him for a moment. "Oh. My. God. Five days. Daniel, I have five days to get this pulled together! We haven’t decided on the flowers-"

"I thought we agreed on orchids-"

"I have NO idea about the food-"

"I thought it was going to be a luau-"

"I haven’t even got my dress yet!" she wailed.

Daniel sighed. Here it was, pre-wedding meltdown nine hundred and six. "Casey."

"What?"

"Look at your notes."

She began to flip through the pages of copious notes she’d been keeping since the planning had begun. "Okay, orchids, it is, but the luau-"

"Is a great idea, and I’ve already arranged for all of the food to be delivered to the SGC."

"Oh. I see."

Another sigh. "But if you want to change it…"

She glanced through her notes again. She tossed the notebook onto the desk. "No, no. I’m done. I’ll show up, and not worry about a damned thing..."

"Casey."

"Even though it's supposed to be the most important day of my life..."

"Casey."

"I'll just pretend I don't have any ideas or preferences at all and just let everyone else deal with all of the details..."

"Casey!"

"What?"

"Shut up and kiss me."

Casey stepped into his embrace, folding her arms around him. She ran a hand through his hair, loving how sexy he looked when it was mussed up. "I’m doing it again, aren’t I?

"Yep."

"Any ideas on how to cure my problem, Doctor Jackson?" she asked, a smile on her face.

"I can think of one or two."

"Clothes required or not?"

"Definitely not."

"I like your cures."

"You’re a wanton hussy."

"You love me anyway."

"I damn well do love you!" He kissed her, then scooped her into his arms and carried her to bed.

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