"Are you ready for the next ‘stop’ Around the World?" he asked softly.

"Whenever you are," she replied.

Those three simple words had his cock rising to the occasion. He pulled her up closer so he could kiss her, then rolled them so that he was once again on top of her. The thought that he didn’t have anything for lubricant flashed into his brain. He knew he was covered with her sweet honey, and if he could make her wet enough, he could use it to make her ready. He began to move his hips against her again, slowly, aware that she was probably sore. "Are you sure about this, babe? We could wait until some other time," he said.

She shook her head stubbornly. "No, I want all of my firsts with you tonight."

He kissed her. He doubted that she had any idea what a precious gift…no, gifts, she was offering him. To be the first man to ever touch her, taste her, make love to her…there was no greater gift a woman could give a man, no greater honor. His heart soared from the love, the absolute joy he felt at being her first. He continued to move in and out of her. "Are you all right? You’re not sore?"

"No, I'm not sore," she said softly.

His mouth went to her neck, adding another bruise to the two that already existed on the soft, creamy flesh. He slipped his hand between them, searched for and found that little button at the top of her folds. He began to caress it gently, heard her sharp intake of breath as he moved his fingers back and forth, felt it swell and harden against his fingertips.

Her hips were beginning to push up against his now. He knew he was going to have to pull out of her sweet well in order to rub some of her honey to her tight little back door. He wondered if he might hurt her…as tight as she had been, her slender ass was going to be tighter. He wondered if he could survive it!

She wrapped her arms and legs around him, held him tightly. She had absolutely no idea how he would go from where he was to her…where he needed to be…to complete their trip. She thought he would probably just pull out of her and then push into her…there…unless he wanted her on her hands and knees for it. When he pulled out, she tried to force her body to relax, tried not to tense up as she waited for him to push into her ass.

He pulled out, began making love to her breasts again, god how he already loved them so! He knew that his attention to them would help arouse her. His fingers continued their ministrations. She was beginning to breathe hard again, her hips were rising up to meet his hand. He put his thumb against her clit, slid two fingers into her, began to stroke her again. When she started to whimper, he added that third finger, pushed deep, was rewarded when she came, the contractions accompanied by a rush of wetness. He pulled his fingers out of her and began to stroke down toward her ass, moving her honey. She jumped slightly the first time his finger came into contact with that little brown opening. He paused, waited for her hips to relax, then touched her again. She didn’t move. He continued to stroke her, making her wetter there, then eased a finger inside her. Again, she jumped. Once again he paused until she relaxed.

His mouth was moving back and forth on her breasts, sucking and licking and nipping at her nipples, tugging at them. Who knew that it could feel so good? His hand was caressing her, making her feel good, too. She had yet another orgasm...how many had she had already? When he touched her…there…it was a…surprise. She couldn’t help it…she jumped. He was so patient! He waited until she had relaxed, then went back to what he was doing. When he pushed his finger inside her, she jumped again. The feeling was much different that having him stroking her hot well…but not…bad. It was just…different.

"Okay, babe, do you want to ride me, or do you want to do this on your hands and knees?"

Good grief! She hadn’t thought that she would be the one to decide this! She had just assumed that he would take her however he wanted! That other Casey was right. He was a sweet, kind, gentle man, and he most certainly was an incredible, and very considerate, lover. Okay, so she didn’t have a lot of experience, none at all, actually, but she had heard enough women talking, complaining about men, that she knew that Daniel was special, one-in-a-billion. She trusted him implicitly. "However you want it," she replied shyly.

He smiled. He figured it would be easier if she were on her hands and knees, he could control how quickly and how much he went into her. "Hands and knees, then. Remember, Casey, if it hurts, or you get scared, we’ll stop."

"I understand."

He pulled his hands away from her, let her roll to her stomach. Dear god, what a perfect ass! He ran his hands over her hips, let his palms caress that sweet ass. He reached around her hips, his fingers searched, found what he was after, and began caressing her again. Her hips were moving against his hand. He took his other hand, slid his fingers inside her, then moved the moisture to her sweet back door. Again he slid a finger inside her. When she seemed comfortable with his presence, he slid another finger in her. She gasped slightly, and he was afraid he had hurt her. But when he realized that she was pushing back against him, he knew that she was ready.

His fingers were driving her crazy! She had felt him inside her, and she wanted…craved …needed to feel him inside her again. As if he could read her mind, he pulled his fingers from her body, put his hands on her hips, and eased back into her aching well. Oh, god he felt so good! She felt as if she had been tailor made for him, he fit her so perfectly. He was moving, slow, steady, deep strokes. She didn’t even realize she had put her hand between her legs until she felt her fingers moving in that familiar way.

"That’s it, babe," he said softly, having seen her hand slip between her thighs. "Make it good."

She could feel her orgasm building. "I think…I think I’m ready," she whispered.

He hadn’t thought it was possible to get any harder than he already was. But her whispered words turned his cock to steel. He pulled out of her, rubbed against her to collect as much of her honey as he could. He settled his cock against her ass, letting her get used to feeling him there. His heart was beating against his ribs. Beating with love and excitement and emotions he had yet to identify. He gently rubbed her hips, her back, felt her relax. He pushed gently, felt the resistance. "This might hurt at first. If it hurts too bad, or you don’t want to go on, tell me."

She nodded.

He pushed a little more, felt the head of his throbbing cock push past that tight ring.

She gasped. There was a bit of pain, but he had stayed still when he had heard her. She forced her body to relax, pushed back against him slightly, felt more of him slide into her. It didn’t hurt now, it felt…different. Not bad…not unpleasant…it was actually rather…interesting. She didn’t know how much of him still waited to enter her…she suddenly needed to feel his hips against her ass.

She had pushed back against him, had taken him almost halfway. So tight and hot and good and Sweet Jesus he was going to lose his mind! He pushed gently, until his hips were against her body. He groaned with delight. Never before had he felt anything so incredible! He knew that she was moving her fingers, caressing herself, that thought alone was making him crazy. Her hips were moving slightly, and he didn’t know if he could stay still much longer. She was starting to push back against him with every dip her hips made. He strained to keep from moving just yet, afraid that if he moved too soon, she would be hurt. "I can’t wait, babe, I have to move," he whispered, his voice breathless.

"Okay, I’m ready," she whispered in reply. The sensations were new and interesting, and she trusted him implicitly. Somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered if she should be enjoying this as much as she was…but she ignored that voice and let her body take her where it wanted, needed to go.

He began to thrust…gently, barely moving at first. Oh god, it was too good. Have to move! Have to move now! His hips were pulling him out, pushing him back in, the feeling almost more than he could take. She was so tight that at first it was nearly painful, but now she was relaxed, her body accustomed to him, and he was about to go insane.

She had never thought much about anal sex, but lord, it was something! She had heard women complaining about it, but she didn’t know why! It felt…good! She liked the feeling…it was much different that having him in her well. She had almost reached her climax, another minute or so…she could feel her thighs starting to quiver…so close…almost there… "I’m gonna come," she whispered. That soft whimper filled her throat.

"Give it to me, babe," he said softly. "Come for me, Casey." Her back arched, she tossed back her head and cried out, her hips bucking against him, pushing back against him until he almost lost his balance. Once again she had completely destroyed the self-control that he had been clinging to. He grabbed her hips and began to move in and out of her, hard, fast, deep…the feelings so amazing that he was afraid he was going to scream; the hoarse cry from the back of his throat, deep from his belly more than he could hold back. Just when he thought that he couldn’t take it any more, he was hurtling over the edge, crying out her name, coming harder than he ever had in his life. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her as his cock continued to throb inside her.

Her orgasm washed over her, and when he began to move in and out of her, it seemed to only prolong the feelings. She could sense when he had reached the point of no return by the sound that he made, and she could feel him throbbing hard and fast, even as he thrust into her. When he cried out her name, her pulse raced, and she couldn’t stop smiling. She felt his arms around her, felt his chest against her back. She pushed back once more, heard him gasp. She smiled, knowing that she had pleased him.

When she pushed back against him, he felt his cock spasm once more. Damn what this woman could do to him! He was upright again, gently caressing her hips, her back.

She started to pull away from him, he grabbed her hips and held her in place.

"Not yet, babe. Just wait a minute. It will hurt less if I’m not so erect," he said softly. He continued to just touch her, his hands almost unable to keep from doing so. He could feel himself softening. He pulled gently from her.

She moved to the side of the bed. When she tried to stand up, her knees nearly buckled, and she could feel the soreness take hold in both places. She could barely walk.

"Oh, damn," he hissed, watching as she almost fell, noting how she could barely bring her legs together. He walked over to where she was standing, carefully picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. He gently lowered her into the tub, then turned on the water, getting it warm as quickly as possible. He grabbed both washcloths, took them to the sink and got them just as hot as he could. He took one, didn’t even bother wringing it out, he just let it drip on the floor. He pressed it gently between her legs. The other was hot now, he grabbed it and replaced the now cooling cloth. "I am so sorry, Casey," he whispered.

She smiled up at him, her eyes bright and shining with love and excitement. "Don’t be! It was …oh, Daniel, it was the most wonderful thing I’ve ever experienced! I’m so glad I waited! So glad it was you!" The heat from the washcloth was soothing against her tender flesh. Her heart leapt that he was so concerned, beat faster at the sweet love and gentle care he was giving her.

He felt as if his heart would burst. He eased into the tub behind her, pulled her to rest against him. "I’m glad you waited, too. It was just as wonderful for me." He held her close, couldn’t help but nuzzle her neck. "Are you tired?"

"A little."

"Can you stay, or do I need to take you back to the apartment?"

She hesitated. She wanted to stay, but what if he hadn’t planned for that? He had said ‘can you stay’…so maybe…

"I’d really like to hold you while you sleep," he whispered in her ear. "I want to wake up with you next to me."

"I want that, too," she whispered back. She turned as much as she could and kissed him. "You don’t have any disgusting nighttime habits like drooling or snoring do you?"

He laughed. "Not that I know of."

"I’ll let you know for sure in the morning," she replied, a wide grin on her face.

He laughed again. "Do you know I’ve laughed more with you today than I think I have in months, maybe years," he said.

Her eyes widened. "Oh, Daniel, that’s so sad!"

"Well, I think the sad times in my life are over."

"Why is that?"

"Because of you." He nuzzled her neck again.

She yawned suddenly, her cheeks flushed pink. "Oh, wow, I’m sorry! That is so rude!"

He chuckled. "Babe, we just spent almost four hours making love. You should be tired."

Her eyes widened. "Wow. Best almost four hours of my life. So far," she added with a wicked little grin. She grabbed the soap and lathered one of the washcloths. She scooted around until she was facing him, and then began to gently wash him. "I’ve never felt about a man the way I feel about you," she said softly, rubbing the cloth over his chest, his shoulders, his arms. "I never knew that love could…would…feel like this."

He cupped her cheek with his hand. "I’ve been married, but it was never like this."

Her hand stilled for the slightest moment, then continued. "What was she like? What happened?"

He frowned. How could he explain this? "Casey, this is going to sound…strange. I went through what we call a Stargate. It takes us via a wormhole to other planets. I went to a place that the people who lived there called Abydos. When the team arrived, we made contact with these people, spent time with them. Helped them fight off and destroy an enemy. The village leader gave me his daughter as a way of saying thank you. She was sweet and beautiful, but very different from you…she had dark hair and dark eyes…I…I didn’t push things. We didn’t actually start living like man and wife until we’d been married about a month. She…well…this enemy is called Goa’uld. They’re a nasty snake-like parasite that takes over innocent bodies. After we had been married a year, one of these Goa’uld came through the gate and took Sha’re, and her brother, my brother-in-law, Skaara. Both of them had Goa’uld snakes put inside them."

Casey shuddered. "Did you ever find her?"

He nodded. "Yes. But a Goa’uld never willingly leaves a host body unless it’s to take on a new host. The Goa’uld inside her killed itself, and her with it."

She could see the grief in his eyes, knew that he had loved this woman, his wife, very much. She wreathed his face with her hands. "I’m so sorry, Daniel. How long has she been…gone?"

"Not quite nineteen months. But I need for you to understand something. About ten months after Sha’re had been lost, and the Stargate Program was…launched, Casey…the woman who wrote that letter to you, came through the gate from her universe…because of a solar flare. Anyway, I fell in love with her. But I knew that she wasn’t…she wasn’t my destiny. She said that if you existed, that she would write a letter for me to give to you, so that you would… understand, I guess, that we can…do…have a future together. I was already in love with you before Sha’re died. I don’t mean that I stopped loving Sha’re…I just…accepted, what I knew the reality was. She…you…make me feel something that I’ve never felt with any other woman."

She was quiet for several minutes. So who did he really love? Sha’re? This alternate time Casey? Or her? Or did he even know? Was she just a substitute for the woman he couldn’t have? The happiness she had felt only minutes earlier began to fall to pieces around her.

He didn’t miss the look that flashed over her face, or the sudden caution that filled her eyes. "What’s wrong, babe?"

She shook her head, lowered it so that he wouldn’t see the tears that were forming in her eyes.

He took her chin in his hand and brought her head up. The tears worried him. Scared him, actually. "Please, tell me?"

"Who is it that you’re looking for? Is it her…or me? Or Sha’re?"

"You. The Casey from the alternate timeline is you. Weird, I know. But I spent enough time with her to be able to tell the difference between you and her. You’re…more innocent…more trusting…more…more the woman I need and want in my life. Sha’re was very different from you, and as much as I loved her, I never felt…this…with her. You are my Destiny Casey. Not that woman from the alternate timeline. Not Sha’re. You."

She looked into his blue eyes, searched them, found the answer she was looking for, the answer she needed, the answer she wanted. She leaned forward and kissed him. "You realize that this all sounds totally unbelievable."

"I know. But you believe me." His heart was pounding again, but her eyes reflected the love, and the faith, once more.

"Yes, I do," she said softly.

"Just to satisfy my curiosity, why?"

"Because she said you’d never break my heart. There’s something about her letter, I know it’s all true. She…she wished me a happy life with you. Told me that you’re my destiny. But…this might sound…strange…but…I think I knew that before I ever read that letter. The first time I looked up into those incredible blue eyes of yours, I think I knew that I could…would…love you…spend the rest of my life with you."

He nodded. "I love you, Casey."

"I love you, Daniel."

They finished washing. They dried one another, then Daniel carried her back to the bed, in spite of her protests that she could walk. Daniel called the front desk and requested a seven a.m. wake-up call. He pulled her close, thrilled when she wanted to snuggle with her head on his shoulder, closed his eyes and let sleep overtake him.

She lay awake for a few minutes, listened to his slow, steady breathing, felt the warmth of his skin against her cheek. It had happened so fast! Just a matter of hours. But what difference did it make how long they knew one another? When it was right, it was right! And this was so right! If he had to leave on Thursday, she was taking a day off. She hadn’t taken a personal day in over a year. If they didn’t like it, tough! She was quitting anyway. She was spending the day with Daniel. The man she loved. The man she was going to marry. She closed her eyes, and with a smile on her face, went to sleep.