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In Your Own Backyard

Daniel picked up the cups of wine, followed her into the room. Stood and watched her undress, shivering with anticipation as more of her body was exposed to his view. "You are so beautiful," he whispered.

"In your eyes," she whispered in reply.

He put the cups on the table beside the bed, pulled his own clothes off, tossed them onto the chair. "C'mere, you," he said, holding out one hand. Smiled when she wrapped her fingers around it, tugged her close. "Only you, always you, forever, Angel."

"Only you, always you, forever, My Heart."

He lowered his head, nuzzled her cheek, pressed his lips against hers, gently moved his tongue against the soft sweetness, begging entrance to her mouth. Sighed when she acquiesced. He tasted her, touched her, used his kiss to tell her how much he loved her. His hands moved over her shoulders, down her arms, back up to cup those firm, round breasts, felt her nipples harden against his palms.

His touch could arouse her, or comfort her, or as it was now, do both at the same time. She knew she was being ridiculous, but the pain that had stabbed at her when she had 'watched' what he had experienced was sharp and deep. He belonged to her, totally, completely. Heart, mind, body and soul. Had he ever belonged to Sha're like he belonged to her? Daniel loved deeply, totally…but had Sha're ever held his very soul in her hands? And why, after all these years, did thoughts of his late wife still bother her?

The soft touch of her hands against his skin set him on fire. He had loved Sha're. Loved her deeply. But he would be the first to admit that never had his feelings for her run as deep as what he felt for Casey. Perhaps because they hadn't been together long enough. He did treasure the memory of his first wife. But Casey filled every thought, every nook and cranny of his heart, his soul. If he hadn't battered her heart with his actions, she wouldn't be so threatened by memories, and women that she was convinced he was attracted to. The need to show her his love became more intense, he deepened the kiss, shoving his tongue as far into her mouth as he could, letting her do the same to him.

If kissing was an Olympic sport, she thought absently, Daniel would be a gold medal winner. With just his kiss he could arouse her to the point of coming. If he kept kissing her the way he was now, she would hit that point darned fast! She let one hand wander over his shoulder, up his neck, filled her fingers with his dark blonde hair. The other hand moved over his chest, down to the erection that pressed against her belly. She smiled inwardly at the sharp gasp he gave when her fingers closed around him. She thought about what she had 'witnessed'. What he had said. She slowly pulled away from him, began to kiss his throat, his shoulders, his chest. She lowered herself to her knees, and took that magnificent symbol of manhood in both hands. Her eyes locked with his as she opened her mouth and took him in.

"Oh, yeah, that's it," he whispered, his eyes blazing with lust, with Fire…with love. "Just like that!"

She worked that throbbing flesh, kissed and licked and sucked him until she could feel his entire body trembling. Her hand moved in concert with her mouth as she made love to him, the other caressing his heavy balls. She let him fall from her mouth, continued stroking him as she gently took each sensitive orb and sucked it gently.

"Oh, god," he moaned softly. She was driving him crazy! He watched her take his aching shaft back between her lips, watched as she re-established the rhythm that had had him so close. He filled his hands with her hair, gave in to the urge and began to rock his hips toward that sweet, hot mouth. 

So good…he always tasted so good! He had told her often enough how sweet she tasted, how sweet she smelled. He wasn't…sweet; but he always smelled and tasted so damned good! She tried to take more of him into her mouth, needed to take more of him. She pressed her tongue against the underside of his shaft, bobbed her head up and down, long steady strokes that had him moaning softly again. 'Let go, Daniel. Give me what belongs to me!'

He could feel that hot, sweet feeling in his belly, felt it moving into his balls and straight up his cock. The whisper in his mind, the feeling of her hands and mouth sent him rushing over the edge of the cliff and straight into the waves of pure pleasure. With a moan, he began to empty himself down her throat, holding her steady, pushing deeper, the sensations when she swallowed making him jerk and throb all the harder.

She licked him clean, then looked up at him. "Better?"

"Oh, yeah," he said, smiling at her. "My turn. I need to taste you." He pulled her to her feet, scooped her into his arms, and carried her to the bed. He knelt on the mattress, lowered her gently. "I need you, Casey," he whispered, stretching out beside her.

"I'm here, Daniel. Everything you need from me…want from me…is yours," she whispered in return.

"Love you," he said as he settled himself on top of her.

"Love you, too," she replied. She pushed her fingers through his hair as he began to make love to her breasts; kissing, licking and nibbling from one taut peak to the other, back and forth, tugging gently on nipples so hard they ached. When he began to suckle in earnest she gave a tiny cry of relief, her body arched, her back off of the bed, offering more to him as he continued to please her, please himself.

He could feel her pushing against him, her way of letting him know he was pleasing her, that she wanted…needed…more of his attention. He moved his mouth from one sweet nipple to the other, suckling with abandon; the sweet taste of her skin, the feeling of her hard nipples against his tongue arousing him to complete hardness. Yep, just tasting her, smelling her, could have the anaconda at attention and ready for action! Even if she had just sucked his balls dry!

The ache between her thighs was nearly unbearable. She silently willed him to move on, to offer her the relief that she so desperately needed. Every time he tugged on her nipples with his teeth, her hips pressed up against his chest. It was an automatic response from her need. She couldn't help but giggle when he looked up at her, his eyes full of glee…seeing in the blue depths the fact that he was enjoying the predicament that he had her in. "You think you're so smart, don't you?" she asked softly.

He slid down to her navel. "Yep." His tongue moved over and around that tiny piece of platinum, her belly undulating beneath his lips. Yeah, just like that, he thought. Want to drive her just a little more insane before I give her what she wants. His hands were moving up and down her sides; he wrapped them around her narrow waist and held her still as he continued to tease that sensitive, sexy little belly button.

If he didn't move on soon, she was going to lose her mind! She thought about what he had said, that Sha're didn't like oral sex, neither the giving nor the receiving. Shook her head mentally. Woman, you have no idea what you missed out on, she thought briefly, before the fact that his tongue was invading her navel brought a moan that she couldn't hold back. "Oh, Daniel," she whispered, her body shivering from the intensity of the sensations he was creating.

He smiled against her skin. Yep, his Angel was starting to burn out of control. Just the way he liked it. He could feel the heat of that sweet, delectable little twat; the sweet scent of her arousal sending messages to his brain that had him aching for her once again. He glanced up at her when she pulled one of his hands into her own, then toward her mouth. She began to lick and suck at his fingers, her eyes laughing at him as she tasted every digit carefully. With a grin of his own he let her finish licking his palm. Then he gently pulled that hand away from her, slid it between her thighs and pushed two fingers into that warm, inviting well. Her gasp of pleasure, the way her eyes darkened and widened at the same time thrilled him to the core.

Her eyes drifted shut as he settled between her open thighs, and his tongue began to move around and around the soft, wet folds there. She knew that he would take her to the very pinnacle of release, and keep her there until she was incoherent with need. Experience had taught him just exactly when she had reached the point that she could take no more. Every orgasm he orchestrated in her was well worth the wait, she thought, smiling inwardly. Her hips were moving of their own accord when she felt his tongue push into her, lapping at her.

Oh, yeah! Sweet, hot honey, straight from that sexy little pot. He took his fill, licked every inch of her nether lips in order to assure that not one drop was missed. The soft sounds she was making, the movement of her hips alerted him to the fact that it was time. He flicked his tongue over that hard, swollen little clit, heard her gasp, felt her hips push against his face. He did it again, with the same pleasing results. When he sucked that nub into his mouth she moaned softly, wound her fingers through his hair and held on tightly. That's it, babe, hang on and let me take you for a ride. Holding that swollen nub gently between his teeth, he worked his tongue over it as quickly as he could. Grinned to himself when her soft moan became a groan of sheer need.

She was on the edge, waiting to fly, her body tense with anticipation. "Please," she begged breathlessly, pushing harder against him.

His fingers were stroking deep and hard, his mouth was clamped around her. He ran his tongue around her clit, felt it swell even more, and knew that she was ready to fly. He slid a third finger into that sweet well, sucked hard on that button of pleasure, and sent her spiraling into the clouds. Her cry of pleasure echoed in his head, sped up the already rapid beating of his heart. He drank his fill from the honey that poured from her, kissed her thighs, rubbed his unshaven face gently against her tender skin, then kissed his way back to her breasts.

Her arms went around him as he began to suckle once again. Her body was still shaking from the incredible climax he had given her. She could feel how hard he was, his cock pushing against her thigh.

Now. He needed inside her, now! He moved up, captured her lips with is own as he sheathed his aching flesh in that soft, warm, welcoming well. He sank into her body, feeling her grip and hold him firmly.

She loved that he filled her so completely. She began to massage him using those inner muscles. He loved it when she did that, he had told her so often enough. His sigh into her mouth as he continued to kiss her told her that she was pleasing him. She tightened her arms around his shoulders, wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him close.

Soft. Warm. Sweet. Feeling her body beneath his made his heart pound with love, with pleasure. With sheer joy. No other woman had ever held him as tightly, loved him as passionately, made love to him with such enthusiasm. Every kiss, every caress, every movement of her body shouted her love to him. He began to move, slowly, gently, knowing that the Fire would soon demand more.

He was kissing her jaw, her throat, she tilted her head to give him greater access to that tender skin. He nibbled his way from one ear to the other, tugged on her earlobes with his teeth just before his tongue moved over her ear, then back to her throat. She shivered in appreciation. Let her tongue move over his shoulder as she continued to cling to him. Her hips rose and fell, meeting his every step of the way as he led them through the dance of love. She reached out to him, sent her love to him slowly, gently; felt his returned, the warmth of it as it wrapped around her heart and soul.

Her soft touch against his mind made him close his eyes. So much love! Did she have any idea what it did to him each time she wrapped him in that blanket of her love? How it made his soul soar to the heavens each time her sweet love flooded his senses? He shifted slightly, his weight on his forearms as she held him close, their hips rocking together; pushing, rubbing, grinding against each other. He thrust as deep into her body as he could; reveling, rejoicing in the fact that she could take him, she had always been able to take him, all of him. Home. She felt like home. Heaven on earth, or whatever planet they happened to be on.

So good…always so good! Every time they made love it was this way…felt this way. So right, so…incredible. She was his Destiny. He was her Destiny. She felt that in the deepest reaches of her heart, in the farthest recesses of her soul. Made for one another. She shivered slightly when the unwelcome thought of never finding one another moved across her mind. No, Daniel was right, they would have found one each other, would have loved each other, no matter the circumstances, no matter who else might have laid claim to their hearts. She took that thought, wrapped it around her worried heart. Destiny.

As always, the Fire began to demand more than the gentle love that they were making. Not that he minded at all. And she certainly never complained. His body…the Fire…demanded harder, faster, deeper. She was already moving faster against him, the Fire that raged in her own body making demands on her as well. He reached for her legs, pushed them against her shoulders, began to drive into her, desperate to quench the flames, eager to soar among the stars with her.

The sounds of their bodies coming together, their labored breathing filled the room. Turned her on. She could see in his blue eyes that it had the same affect on him. "Take me, Daniel," she whispered.

He moaned, tugged at her to bring her more securely beneath his body, pushing and thrusting his swollen, aching cock into that sweet warm well as fast and hard as he could. He felt her shiver again, felt as well as saw the quiver in her thighs as he held her legs against her shoulders. "Give it to me, Angel. Come for me," he panted.

That whimper filled her throat, as she moved toward the edge of the cliff. He rubbed his hips against her, and she was soaring, her cry of ecstasy filling the room, his name a prayer on her lips as her body began to shake and convulse. Lights and colors spun behind her closed eyelids, exploding even as she took flight among the stars. "Love me, Daniel, fill me with your love," she begged.

He was almost there, his body racing to catch up with her. One…two…three more thrusts and he was crying out, his cock throbbing against the still quivering walls of her sweet, warm well as his body emptied into hers, his heart and soul reaching for, finding her and dancing with her among the stars. Spent, satiated, he let go of her legs, dropped down on her long enough to catch his breath, smiling against her shoulder as her arms and legs wrapped around him and held him close.

When he rolled them over, she crossed her arms on his chest, looked up into blue eyes filled with love, satisfaction in their depths. "So good," she whispered.

"Always good for us, Angel," he whispered in reply.

"Always good," she agreed.

"I love you, Casey."

She smiled. "I love you, Daniel."

"Don't you ever doubt it. No matter what you see, or hear. You fill me, you own me. You complete me," he said softly.

"Just like you do for me," she replied. "Heart, mind, body and soul, Daniel, I belong to you."

"Forever."

"Forever."

His hands moved over the satiny soft skin of her back and hips. In just a few minutes he was going to love her again. "Feeling better?"

"Oh, yeah."

"No more worries?"

"No more worries."

He smiled. "Good."

"Daniel?"

"Hmm?"

"I don't want to work apart when we go up against Penatil."

The casual remark made his heart pound. "Case?"

She smiled. "No, I haven't seen anything. I just want to make sure that you understand that I'm going to be stuck to you like glue. As long as I'm with you, nothing…bad…can happen to me."

"I'll be there, Angel. I'm not letting you leave my side," he promised.

"It's going to get rough."

"I know."

"Daniel?"

He grinned. "What?"

"You're ready again."

He pushed his hips up against her. "Do tell."

She giggled, sat up, and began to move slowly back and forth. "I'm awfully fonda' your anaconda."

"Yeah, well my anaconda is damned fond of you," he replied. His hands were on her hips, slowing her, guiding her movements.

Her fingers toyed with, caressed, pulled at his hard, flat nipples. She curled her legs beside his hips, began to move up and down on him. She reached for his hands, laced her fingers with his, used him to provide the leverage she needed to ride him hard and fast.

"Oh, god, that's it babe," he groaned, pushing up into her as she came down on him, her warm well clutching at him, holding him.

She sighed softly. Loved the way he responded to her body, to her movements. He smiled up at her, his eyes sending messages of love that her own responded to. "I love you," she whispered.

"I love you," he replied. The need was too great to ignore. He pulled his hands from hers, tugged her down to lay on his chest, then rolled them over.

"Wait," she whispered. "Move for a just a second."

He pulled away from her. Watched as she rose up on her hands and knees. "Oh, yeah," he moaned, sliding back into her, pushing deep.

"Yes," she whispered, tossing her head back. "Ride me, Daniel," she begged.

He wrapped his hands around her slender hips, pulled her back against him with every thrust he made. The soft sounds of pleasure that she was making only served to make him needier, made him pump harder and faster into her slender body. He watched her hand disappear between her thighs, felt her fingers around him as he moved in and out of her. He couldn't help but groan at the added stimulation.

Both hands. She needed both hands. She lowered her shoulders to the bed, used one hand to continue stroking him as he moved, the fingers of the other rubbing against that swollen nub at the top of her folds. He was breathing hard and fast, she could feel him throbbing inside her, could feel it against her fingers as she stroked him when he pulled out of her. When she felt his hand come around her hips, she let him touch her, kept her fingers on top of his, helped him find and maintain the rhythm that she needed.

It was an incredible turn on to have her guiding his fingers over her sweet flesh, stroking that hard little button. He could feel his climax building…hot and sweet and intense. He pushed a thigh between hers, forcing her legs farther apart. She shifted, never stopped stroking him, or herself. She was pushing back against him every time his hips came down against her heart-shaped derriere. She gave everything she had, everything she was each and every time they made love. And he loved her for it, cherished every moment that their bodies came together.

She was trembling, her climax glittering just in front of her, teasing her as she reached for it. Higher and higher they moved, sailing above the clouds, ready to spin into orbit. She could feel that incredible feeling in her belly…it moved to that secret place between her thighs. His fingers continued to stroke her, he was moving harder and faster, pushing deeper with each thrust. More, she wanted, needed more! She pushed back against him, trying to take him farther into her body. Her thighs began to quiver, she could feel the whimper, and suddenly she was flying. She cried out his name, her body shaking from the force of her orgasm. She whimpered again as he continued to thrust into her, prolonging that sweet feeling.

He had to grab onto her hips to keep her from falling onto the bed as her body shivered, and his name echoed around them. So close, he was so damned close! Her fingers were still caressing him, it was enough to make him crazy. When she started pushing back against him again, as if she were trying to take him hips and all, he knew that she was about to send him over the edge. He pushed into her, felt those inner muscles trying to milk him, and it was over. He was sailing over the edge straight into the stars. Each pulse that sent that creamy white love into her caused his body to jerk in response. Never had he come as hard, as often, felt as good as he did with her. When she dropped down onto the bed, he followed, lying on top of her, whispering his love in her ear as he fought to catch his breath.

When he was finally able to move, he rolled over, pulled her to lie on top of him. He pushed against her hips, able to get his still firm cock back inside her. He liked going to sleep still inside her warm body.

She snuggled against his chest, felt his arms tighten around her. "Love you."

"Love you too."

"Do you have any specific plans for tomorrow?"

"No, why?"

"Want to go over to the museum? I've heard that there's an entire exhibit dedicated to SG-1."

"No kidding? Guess we should check it out."

She giggled. "I want to make sure that they have the story straight. That you're the famous, incredibly handsome, absolutely brilliant Doctor Jackson."

He laughed. "You are so good for my ego, babe."

"It's all true," she insisted.

He kissed the side of her face. "Sleep, Angel. We'll take the day and see all of the museums that we can."

She pulled the blankets up over them, settled once again against him, felt his arms holding her tight. "Safe," she whispered. "Always safe in your arms."

He smiled. "Stay in my arms, Angel," he whispered. "I'll keep you safe." He felt her body relax, could feel the soft, steady breaths that she took. He'd keep her safe. No matter what it took, he vowed to himself. Sleep claimed him quickly, his dreams filled with green eyes and a warm, loving smile.

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