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The play had been good, a comedy, and although the actors weren’t professional, they had done an excellent job. Daniel watched as Casey walked to the jeep. The sway of her hips started the fire burning again. He helped her in, leaned in to kiss her before he closed the door, her soft lips sent the flames higher. He walked around to get in behind the wheel. When he looked over at her, he saw the fire burning in her eyes. He felt the flames run down his spine, straight into his groin.

He managed to get the key into the ignition, but didn’t start the engine. "Babe?"

"Yes?"

"I need to touch you," he whispered. He reached his hand over, caressed her breast, ran his thumb over the hardened nipple, then let his fingers trail to her lap. She shifted in the seat, gave him access to her body. He moved her panties aside, slipped a finger into her already wet well. He stroked her, his thumb caressing the nub at the top of her folds. The soft moan she gave made his body shudder. Her hips were moving to meet his fingers.

"Daniel, I don’t think I can wait to get home," she whispered. "Please, make me come."

"Back seat, babe," he said softly, her words arousing him to the point of pain. He moved to the backseat, met her there, wreathed her face with his hands and kissed her. Her hands were already unfastening his belt, his pants, slipping inside and caressing his turgid erection. "Take your panties off," he whispered breathlessly.

Casey complied, the blood burning in her veins. She straddled him, lowered herself onto his rigid shaft. He filled her completely, she could feel him throbbing. She let her head fall against his shoulder as she savored the sensations his presence gave her.

He put his hands on her hips and began to thrust into her. He nuzzled her breasts, moaned with delight when she unbuttoned her silk blouse and unclasped her bra, exposing her sweet skin to his mouth. He suckled with abandon as she moved her hips back and forth against him. There wasn’t much headroom for her to move up and down on him, but she did what she could.

She slipped her fingers between them, found the rhythm she needed. "Oh…oh…oh…Daniel..." she whispered.

"That’s it babe, give it to me," he whispered in return. He felt the quiver in her thighs just as her whimper filled his ears. Her body began to spasm around him, triggering his own orgasm. His arms held her tightly against his chest as he shuddered and filled her. "Oh, god," he moaned softly.

She was sitting with her head on his shoulder. As soon as they were both breathing normally, she began to giggle.

"What’s so funny?"

"This is the first time I’ve ever made love in the backseat of a car," she replied.

He chuckled. "Now comes the hard part," he said.

"Which is?"

"We have to get dressed, get out, and then back in."

"Doesn’t sound that hard to me."

"Yeah, well, I heard the door open back there. So we’re going to have an audience."

"Unless we just stay here ‘til they leave," she suggested.

"I think they already know what’s going on here. I’m not sure, but I think they’ve been there for a few minutes. Best to just get going."

"With as much dignity as possible," she said. She giggled again, and carefully moved off of him. The front of his pants was stained from her honey. Her skirt hadn’t escaped, there was a wet spot on the back of it. She adjusted her bra and hooked it…buttoned her blouse…pulled on her panties…and got out of the jeep. She didn’t look toward the building as she got into the front seat. Daniel got in next to her. He winked at her, causing her to giggle yet again, as he turned on the engine. They pulled out, trying to ignore the two men and three women who watched them leave.

"You realize this will be all over town tomorrow," Daniel said.

"Probably. I doubt that anybody will say anything to us directly."

"Probably not."

They made it home, managed to get to the bed before making love again, the bottle of flavored body oil coming out of the drawer of the bedside table.

A  A  A  A  A  A

Jack walked into the office. Daniel was busy working, writing furiously on the yellow tablet beside him, photographs that one of the SG teams had taken of ruins spread around him. The general grinned, took a sip of his coffee. "So, that play was pretty good the other night, wasn’t it?"

Daniel glanced up, noted the look on Jack’s face, and groaned internally. "Yeah, it was." He tried to go back to what he had been doing.

"Heard there was some interesting…action…in the parking lot afterwards," Jack continued. He was loving every minute of this.

"Really."

"Yep. Seems that there was couple getting it on right there in the backseat of their…jeep."

Daniel looked up. "If you have a point, get to it."

"No point, Space Monkey. Just think it’s interesting that you two couldn’t even make it out of the parking lot."

Now it was Daniel’s turn to grin. "At least we were in our car, in the dark. We didn’t stop an elevator. Which had a camera." That particular incident had happened just a few days after Sam and Jack had returned from completing the Ceremony of Fire. It had been the talk of the SGC, although everyone had been very careful to refrain from mentioning it anywhere near the colonel or the general.

Jack froze, his face went red. "Damned Fire can get so friggin’ hot," he mumbled. "Damned impossible to control, too."

Daniel nodded. "Yep, it can."

The older man looked at his friend for another minute, then grinned abashedly. "How do you manage to sleep in the same sleeping bag with her on missions and not do anything?"

The young blonde man shrugged. "I guess we’re usually too tired, or the adrenaline is pumping. I dunno. We just agreed that it was too risky." Daniel laughed and shook his head. "Casey said it would be just too embarrassing to be, how did she put that, ‘banging away like crazy, and be attacked, and not have time to pull up our pants’."

Jack laughed. "Yeah, that could bring a whole new meaning to full frontal attack."

Daniel laughed again. "So, was there anything else you wanted, or did you just come down here to bother me about making love to my Wife in the backseat of our car?"

"Well, I was going to tell you what the ultrasound results were," the older man grinned.

"Well?"

"A girl."

Daniel grinned. "That’s great! Congratulations, Jack!" He stood up an offered his hand to his friend, then instead hugged the man. "It’s awesome, Jack. I know you had Charlie, but having a little girl, it’s totally…awesome."

Jack’s face clouded for the briefest moment at the mention of his son’s name. Then he grinned. "I’m happy. Couldn’t be happier. Which scares the crap out of me."

"I know. I keep expecting to wake up, and find out that I’ve dreamed Casey and Emily. I know that Casey tells everyone that she cuddles up to me because she can’t sleep without touching me. What nobody knows is that I can’t sleep without touching her. I have to feel her skin against mine, have to feel her breathing. If I wake up and she’s not there…I panic, afraid that she’s not real," Daniel confessed. "The Fire is only a part of the reason I have to touch her, kiss her all the time. I have to do it to make sure she’s real."

The confession startled Jack. "Not being able to save Sha’re did a number on you, didn’t it?" he asked softly.

Daniel shrugged.

"Casey’s real, Daniel. Her love is real. Not a damned thing in this universe can take her from you. Not even Framone was able to take her from you. You’re a good man, Daniel, and you’ve been to hell and back, more than once. You deserve the happiness that you have. Relax, and enjoy it," Jack said gently.

"Scares the shit out of me to think about it," Daniel said.

"Okay, I’ll make a deal with you. We’ll both stop being so paranoid, and just enjoy what we have. Terrific wives, and families. Hell, for all we’ve been through, we deserve to have happy lives!"

Daniel grinned. "Deal."

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