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Casey normally didn't have her mother take the kids during the week. But after the…episode…during lunch earlier in the day, she needed time alone with Daniel. They wouldn't be able to make love all night, they did have to get up and go to work on the base in the morning. But they could certainly spend the evening and most of the night in each other's arms.

She called Erin, packed an overnight bag for each of the kids, then kissed Daniel and told him to take them to their grandmother. At first she thought he was going to object, or even question her. He had looked at her for a few moments, as though trying to interpret her reasoning. Then he had smiled, kissed her on the forehead, and took the kids to the garage. She put Nicholas in his car seat while he put Emily in hers. She kissed both of her babies, then stood and watched as he pulled away.

It wouldn't take him long, she had twenty minutes at the most. She hurried inside, grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses, took them into the bedroom. She turned the bed back, put Barney's little friend on him, and sat him and the body oil on the nightstand, beside a box of Wet Ones, then brought in more candles for bathroom. When both of the rooms were completely illuminated by candlelight, she set up her CD player and the small speakers on the dresser. George Benson's soft jazz filled the room. She hurried to the bathroom and cleaned up, applied the Victoria's Secret 'Pink' lotion that he loved so much, and pulled on that black teddy. Then she strapped the shoes on her feet, and went to wait by the back door.

She didn't have to wait long. She stood there, her hands behind her back like a good little slave as the door opened.

Daniel stopped mid-stride to look at her. "Sweet Jesus!" he whispered hoarsely. His body was already responding to the sight before him. She was beautiful…sexy…and lordy what those shoes were doing to him! "Turn around babe…slowly," he begged softly.

She obeyed, taking her time so that he could see her from all sides. "Like what you see, Doctor Jackson?"

"Oh, yeah," he breathed. God, what the heels did for those incredible legs and that amazing ass!

"Come with me, Stud Muffin." She held out her hand. Took note that his was trembling slightly when his fingers closed around hers. "I have a fantasy to fulfill."

He looked at her, unsure as to whether or not he should be worried. When they got to the bedroom, she slowly undressed him - kissing him, licking him, leaving very little of his body untouched by her lips, none untouched by her hands. He was breathing hard when she led him to the bed.

She sat down beside him, waited until he had stretched out, then leaned over and began to kiss him, her tongue tracing his lips, begging permission to enter his mouth. She sighed softly when he acquiesced, and slipped past his lips, tasting him, touching him. She took his hand and moved it to his swollen shaft. "Make it good," she whispered when she pulled away.

His eyes were twin orbs of fire. He began to move his hand slowly, watching her green eyes widen slightly, watched the Fire fill them. She was breathing harder, her hands moving over her own body.

She stood, and began to dance to the soft strains of jazz that wafted on the air, her body swaying slowly, gently. She slid the straps of the teddy off of her shoulders, one at a time, holding the silky material against her body with one hand. The other hand was moving down her belly, over her hip…slid between her thighs.

"Oh yeah, that's it, babe," he whispered. This was a new game, and he liked it! He watched as she did nothing more than run that one hand over her sweet body…the other holding her teddy up over her breasts. He wanted…needed to see those perfect breasts, those tantalizing mounds that made him hard and needy…made his mouth water to taste them. And his hand never stopped moving.

She pulled one strap off her arm, letting him have just a peek at that breast. She covered it, took her arm out of the other strap, again giving him just a peek of that round flesh. She put both hands over her breasts, continued to sway slowly, watching as his hand sped up the slightest bit as it moved up and down on his magnificent cock. She turned her back to him, pushed the teddy from her hips, then bent over, looking at him between her parted legs, running her hands from that juncture between her thighs to her ankles and back again.

She was turning his brain to mush! When she bent over, giving him a peek at that sweet, pink flesh, it was all he could do to remain still. He wanted to jump to his feet, grab her and shove his aching shaft into that sweet warm well and pound into her until she begged for mercy. She stood up, turned to face him again, her hands covering her breasts, that neatly trimmed vee of blonde curls hiding what he wanted the most.

His hand was moving faster now, she wanted this to last…for a little while anyway. She walked over to the bed, settled herself beside him, then put her hand over his, slowed his movements. She looked in his eyes, let him continue the slower rhythm, her hand merely resting on his. What an amazing turn on! She had never watched him stroke himself to orgasm. She was going to tonight! But before he did, she had to have just a taste of him…just a little taste…She lowered her head, and took that swollen head into her mouth.

Daniel gasped when her lips wrapped around him. When he would have pulled his hand away, she tightened her fingers over his. He grinned at the back of her head. Okay, if this was what she wanted, she could have it. She teased him, tasted him, made love to him for several glorious minutes. When she pulled away and reached across him for Barney, he captured a nipple with his teeth. She held still, let him suckle. He moved his free hand to her breast, moving it and his mouth back and forth from one breast to the other. When he realized that she had put Barney between her slender thighs, and was sliding it in and out of her well, he moaned softly.

She sat back on her heels, her legs spread, moving the vibrator in and out of her body, matching the movement of his hand on his swollen cock. "I want to see you come…please…let me watch you come," she whispered.

The look of love…of pure lust…in her eyes made him shiver. "Make it good, Angel," he whispered, his free hand once again on her breasts. They watched each other, their ragged breathing competing with the music in the background. He was close …so damned close! He could tell by her eyes that she was near her own orgasm.

She shifted closer to him. Hoped she had the courage to do what she wanted to do…that it would please him…make him feel good…and not freak him out. She had never done anything like this before, but her latest romance novel had given her the idea. She slid her middle finger into her wet well, covered it with the honey that was flowing. When it was wet enough, she maintained eye contact with him, and slid her hand over his balls, and against that tight opening behind them. He gasped out loud when she began to gently massage him there.

What the hell was she up to? He watched her dip her finger into her well, was held mesmerized by her eyes as she moved that hand between his legs. Sweet Jesus in Heaven! When she slipped her finger inside him, he nearly lost control.

"Come for me, Daniel, make it good," she whispered. Her finger moved in and out of him, as fast as he was now stroking his hard, throbbing cock. His eyes rolled back in his head, he moaned loudly, and began to erupt, sending spurts of precious white love onto his belly and thighs. She pulled her finger gently from him, then leaned over and licked him clean. When she looked up at him, his eyes were wide and full of love…and surprise.

"That was a nifty little trick," he said softly, still panting slightly.

She blushed. "Did you…um…like it?"

He laughed. "You couldn't tell?"

The giggle that erupted from her was full of relief. "I thought it might…please you," she whispered.

"It did. Now, your turn. Come for me, Case. Make it good," he demanded softly. He reached down and stroked the soft flesh around the toy, making his finger wet with her honey.

She turned on the vibrators, one hand went to her breasts, tugging at her hard nipples. Just when she was about to leap off of the cliff, he slipped his finger in her backdoor, began to stroke her. She cried out, her hips jerking back against his hand as her orgasm washed over her. She shivered against his hand for several incredible moments, then pulled Barney from her well, and reached for a Wet One to clean her hands. She handed one to Daniel as well. "Remember that new position we tried?"

He smiled. "Oh, yeah."

"Um…do you…would you…" she blushed and looked away.

"Lay down, Angel," he said softly. He waited until she was on her back. He had to taste her, just a little, then feel his cock wrapped in that sweet, warm flesh. He slid down, wrapped his hands around her slender thighs and pushed them apart. He licked her, then shoved his tongue inside her, smiled to himself when she gasped and pushed her hips against his face. He satisfied his need for her, his craving for her, moved up slowly, kissing her thighs and hips…her belly and those beautiful breasts. 

Gently, tenderly, he was building the fire in her again. Every caress of his tongue against her body sent shivers of excitement all the way to her toes. He worshipped her with the same care…same love that he always did, driving her insane, working her body into a frenzy of sensations. She moved her fingers through his hair, her other hand moving over his shoulder…his strong, broad shoulder…the skin hot against her fingertips. Her heart was pounding against her ribs, her soul was singing with joy that the man she loved, the man she adored, the man she burned for, loved her…made love to her with such tenderness…such pleasure. His eyes smiled at her as he continued to worship her, letting her know that he understood what she was feeling. He slowly moved up, kissing her, licking her, arousing her even more, before sheathing his throbbing cock in her body. Her back arched as he began to move slowly in and out of her.

He lowered himself, holding his weight on his forearms, knowing that she loved it when he laid on her like this. Her arms and legs went around him, she pulled him closer into her embrace, held him tightly, her body arching beneath his. His mouth found its way to the soft, sweet, fragrant skin of her neck. He marked her again and again; each gasp she made, every shiver he felt in her body exciting him, urging him on. Her hips were meeting his thrust for thrust, every tremor of her body massaging his shaft from the swollen tip to the throbbing base. "Ready, Angel?"

"Yes," she whispered, sending shivers down his spine.

He moved up onto his knees, took her legs and put them against his body, her ankles on his shoulders. It was impossible to resist kissing her ankles, nipping just a little at them, just below those sexy straps. He put his hands on her hips, pulled her closer. She reached for the oil, gently anointed him, then waited for him to take her. For him, this was the ultimate of trust from her…he never pushed into her sweet ass when they made love this way, he always waited for her to take him in, as much and as quickly as she wanted… needed. He trembled as he moved forward, watching her eyes, the love…the fire that filled them as they smiled at him. His heart, his soul, rejoiced as much as his body when he entered her warm body.

This was a position that he had introduced her to, asking her to trust him. She trusted him implicitly, always had…and had not been disappointed. It was perfect for anal intercourse, and she delighted in finding a new position for that particular activity. She smiled at him when she felt him slowly slide into her waiting body.

"So damned tight…so hot…" he whispered as he began to move in and out of her.

She had once asked Carlotta if her Quickening was responsible for keeping her body…tight …for him. The Spanish woman had informed her that it did indeed, especially since she had become Immortal before they became lovers. She had been practically a virgin when she had met Daniel. Her body was still as it had been the first time he had made love to her. "Like it do you?" she asked breathlessly.

"Love your sweet ass," he replied, his voice strained. He was moving harder, faster. When he looked down to see her hands on her breasts, pulling at her nipples, his cock throbbed in response. "Oh, god, that's it babe, make it good!"

She slid a hand between her thighs, found and began to caress that swollen nub that brought such pleasure. "Take me, Daniel…please…faster…" she begged, her orgasm seconds away.

With a groan he began to pound into her, his hands gripping her slender hips, holding her against his body as he moved in and out of her. "Give it to me, babe," he panted, almost over the edge.

She arched her back, and cried out, his name on her lips as her release exploded around her, sending her reeling above the clouds, her soul soaring among the stars.

The convulsions of her well echoed in her sweet backdoor, and set off his own orgasm. He cried out, holding her body tightly against his, while his cock pulsed inside her. He flew with her, danced among the stars at her side. He ran his hands up and down her legs, pulled her ankles from his shoulders and kissed them again. He unbuckled the sexy shoes and tossed them to the floor, caressed her feet gently.

"How about a bath and some wine?" she asked when she could finally breath normally again.

"Sounds nice, Angel." He carefully pulled from her body, pressed a tissue against her to catch his deposit.

Candles were already burning around the large, jetted tub. She poured the wine, then stepped in to settle in front of him. They sat in easy silence, sipping wine, relaxing against one another.

"Are you all right, Case?" he asked softly.

"I'm fine, why?"

"We've never taken the kids to your folks in the middle of the week," he replied.

She stared at the dark wine in her glass, shrugged slightly.

"It's about what happened during lunch today, isn't it?"

She shifted slowly, until she was sitting sideways in the tub. She glanced up at him, then back at her glass. She drained it before answering. "I'm so afraid of losing you," she finally whispered.

Whoa! Where had this…? Losing him? Not very freaking likely! "Casey, that is never going to happen," he insisted gently.

She shook her head. "Never say never, Daniel. Under the right…conditions…anything is possible." Her heart started pounding with fear. She couldn't 'see' what was coming, what they were about to face. But she could 'feel' it. And it felt…horrible. She could feel his absence. His…anger…his withdrawal from her. And it was breaking her heart.

This didn't sound good. It worried him that she was this upset…this frightened…of something he could never conceive of happening. "I love you, Casey. I can't live without you. I don't want to live without you," he said. For a several long seconds he contemplated telling her about her special…gift …how addicted to her that he was, and how he treasured, rejoiced over… reveled in…celebrated that addiction. How that 'addiction' was only intensified by his deep, unyielding, never ending love for her.

"I love you, Daniel, and I don't want to live without you, either. I can't lose you, Daniel, I can't! I won't survive without you," she whispered, tears rolling down her cheeks. She knew in her heart of hearts, that without Daniel, the fears…the darkness…that threatened to overwhelm her would do so. "Please, never forget that I'm yours, and yours alone! If you leave me, there will never be another man. Never!"

Daniel put his glass on the floor, took hers and did the same with it, then pulled her into his arms. He held her while she cried tears of desperation over something that hadn't happened yet, something that he prayed never would happen. "Shh…I'm here, Angel, I'm not going anywhere."

His arms held her tightly, she snuggled against his chest. "I don't know what's wrong…I can't see it, I can only feel it," she admitted.

"We'll face it together, My Beloved," he said softly, his hand moving soothingly up and down her back. And prayed that if something was about to happen, it wouldn't leave more scars on her soul.

A  A  A  A  A  A

He was sitting at his desk, leaning back in the chair, hands behind his head. He had a slight frown on his face. He had awakened in the night, alone in bed, only to find Casey sitting on the deck, tears streaming down her cheeks. He held her for the second time while she cried, the pain she was feeling so intense that he could sense it without even moving into her mind. Again she told him she could 'see' no particular details, she could only 'feel' what was about to happen. He tried to reassure her, but he had to admit that if she was sensing something, it was bound to happen. That was what worried him the most. Without knowing what was going to occur, there was no way to prepare for it, no way to see to it that the entire…incident…was avoided.

"Daniel?" Tessa tapped lightly on the door of his office.

He started, looked up at the beautiful woman who stood smiling just inside the door. He stood to his feet, met her half way across the room and hugged her. "Hi, Tessa. What's up?"

"I didn't want to call, in case she was here," the French woman said lightly. "So, Duncan and I are going to lunch. I just wanted to let you know that I spoke to the manager at Esteban's. Everything is all arranged. He was very excited to know that Deliver The Goods was going to be on stage playing. He even agreed to split their fee with you. He'll have ten tables arranged around the stage, and velvet ropes to separate them from the others. Two waitresses will be dedicated to our 'section' for the night. And, he said that he would be honored to supply five bottles of champagne. Dom Perignon, to be exact."

"Wow," Daniel replied. "Breaking out the good stuff."

Tessa smiled. "Yes he is. But then, he understands that the guests at Casey's birthday party, the Casey Jackson, will all be VIP's," she replied.

Daniel thought about this. "Never thought I'd ever be running around with VIP's," he grinned.

Tessa laughed lightly. "Daniel, mon ami, you are a VIP yourself!"

This thought totally bowled him over. Brought a shy smile to his face. For one brief moment, he wondered about some of the people he had been in college with, had gone to grad school with; young men and women who had teased him, called him a geek. He thought about the men who had ostracized him because of his theories on the Great Pyramids. Wondered where they were, what they were doing. "Well…maybe," he said out loud.

"Are you not the subject of nearly every archaeological journal these days? The darling of the scientific community?" Tessa teased.

"Yeah, well…" he blushed slightly, shoved his hands into his pockets, shrugged his broad shoulders, looked down at the floor.

She laughed again. Daniel was so modest it was adorable. "Everything is ready. I believe Casey is going to have a wonderful time."

"I hope so," he said. "Kyle is going to be in charge of getting the band out of here and to Esteban's. I told him that if she finds out, I'm going to knock the sap out of him."

"I'm sure he will do an admirable job of keeping the secret," Tessa smiled.

"I hope so. I told their manager to make sure those guys were aware that it was a surprise, and that they were going to have to…" he paused, trying to find the appropriate word for what he wanted to say.

"Behave?" Tessa asked.

"That's the word," Daniel replied. Deliver The Goods had a wicked reputation for partying - very loudly, for as long as possible.

"With them arriving on Saturday, there will be less of a chance of her being aware of their presence in Hope," Tessa said.

"I hope so. I told her I want to take her out to dinner Saturday night for her birthday. I told her we'd even dress up, and I'd wear my tux. She was really excited about that. She asked me what we were going to do after dinner, so I told her the truth, we're going to Esteban's to dance." Daniel grinned broadly.

"What she doesn't know is that her family and friends will be joining you," Tessa smiled. "Very good, Daniel. Now, I must leave and have lunch with my husband. You, my dear friend, must keep her from suspecting for another day and a half."

"So far, so good," Daniel said. "Have a nice lunch."

Tessa leaned up and kissed his cheek. "Thank you. If I don't see you before, I'll see you Saturday night."

"Thanks for all of your help, Tessa. I couldn't have pulled this together without you and Sam," Daniel said.

"You're welcome, mon ami. Good day, Daniel."

"See you later, Tessa."

He watched her leave, then sat back down at his desk. Maybe this party would help to dispel Casey's feelings of unease. Maybe she was picking up that something was going on, and her mind was just filling in the blanks, leaving her with a very skewed, very inaccurate feeling of what was happening around her. He took comfort from that thought. He frowned at the notes in front of him, rearranged them, and went back to work.

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