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Chapter 8

He was running his hands up and down her back, caresses that were as relaxing to him as they were to her. He took tally in his head. Five. Yep. Five times. She had blown his mind five times tonight. He planned on coming at least two more times. What his sweet Little Slave, his beautiful Angel, could do to him! Once again he wondered if his intense need, the craving for her, would ever be satiated. Hoped fervently that it wouldn't. He had been…needy…before her death, his need now went beyond that. He thought about what she had said earlier. Maybe she had a point, he hadn't been interested in talking since she had awakened in the infirmary. If he had been able to get her alone for even twenty minutes he had wanted at least oral sex with her. Since she had come home, all he had wanted to do was jump her bones. "Case?"

"Hmmm?"

"I'm sorry."

She sat up, looked at him, her eyes full of confusion. "Whatever for?"

"I haven't…well, I haven't treated you with much…consideration…since you came home," he said softly.

"Excuse me? Care to explain that?"

"All I've wanted to do is…hell, I can't keep my hands off of you, all I can think about is making love, all I want to do is make love with you," he explained.

"This is a bad thing?"

He smiled up at her. "You said I haven't wanted to do much talking. You're right. I haven't. I don't want to think about, much less talk about, the time without you. I haven't given you a chance to say anything either, let me know how you're feeling. I'm either kissing you, or shoving my cock down your throat."

She shook her head, giggled at him. "Daniel, did you hear me once complain?"

"Well…no."

"I can't explain this, Daniel, I shouldn't be as…I shouldn't need it as badly as you do, after all, you were without it-"

"You," he interjected adamantly. "I was without you."

"Okay, you were without me for six weeks, a couple of days over six weeks technically. I was dead that entire time. But I have needed you as much as you've needed me. It's as if…"

"As if you weren't exactly dead," he said. That thought had already crossed his mind as well. While he was absolutely thrilled that she was responding to him with as much need, as much desire as he felt, logically she shouldn't be as…needy.

She nodded. "It's almost as if I was aware, or my body was aware at least, of the time that passed."

"Maybe it has something to do with what the Triad did," he surmised.

She settled back down on his chest, let her hands move up and down his arms. "Maybe. Maybe on some level, even in death, I knew…and missed you," she said softly.

He tightened his arms around her, kissed the side of her head. "Maybe. Is there anything you want to talk about, need to talk about?"

"I think we've covered it all," she told him.

"You're sure?"

"Mmmhmm."

"Love you, Angel."

"Love you, Stud Muffin."

He closed his eyes, memories of six weeks without her crashed through his mind. Endless days, trying to force himself to work, everything around him reminding him of her. Going to the base, seeing faces full of pity…catching himself waiting for her near the elevator, walking into his office, expecting to see her sitting at his desk…coming home and trying to be a father to children grieving as deeply as he was, unable to reach his daughter because his own pain was too intense to get around. Nights so long and empty that only Southern Comfort could get him through them. "I missed you," he whispered. "So damned much…everywhere I looked, everywhere I went, there were memories of you. I have never felt so alone in my life!"

"I know, Daniel," she said softly.

"I don't think so. Not really. I've never been dead…not like that," he said.

"You didn't have to be dead for me to miss you, ache for you. When you were with Neferteri, you might as well have been dead. You were as lost to me, or so I believed. When…she… kidnapped you, I couldn't reach you, get through to you. I knew that if we didn’t find you, bring you home, that she would win…she would have you hating me. At least if you had died, I wouldn't have to think about you holding another woman, loving her, making love to her," she said gently.

He continued to caress her back as he thought about what she had said. "It hasn't been easy for us, has it?" he said after awhile.

"No, it hasn't. But it's been worth every bit of the pain. Every minute with you, every moment of pleasure, of happiness, is worth suffering for," she said. "I'll walk through hell to be with you, any day of the week."

He smiled. "Let's hope it doesn’t come to that."

"We've come close. I'd say you just spent six weeks there," she replied.

Hell. Yep, that's exactly what it had felt like. Cold. Empty. Lonely. Without her sunshine, his life had been dark and dreary and full of pain. "I'm glad you're home, Angel."

"I am, too." She crossed her arms on his chest, rested her chin on them. "You realize that if I hadn't come back, eventually you would have had to have jerked off, or exploded."

He stared at her for a second, then cracked up laughing. "So not funny."

"Well it's true! My sweet hornball, you can't go long without unleashing that anaconda of yours. You would have had to have done something!"

"Hornball? Me?"

"Yes. You."

He laughed harder. "I've never heard you complain!"

"And you aren't now. I’m just saying that if I hadn't come back, the anaconda would have demanded some attention."

He was laughing so hard now that he had tears in his eyes. "I am not a hornball," he insisted.

"Okay, correct me if I'm wrong…before I was…gone…we made love at least once a day…either in the morning or at night. Right?"

"Sounds about right."

"At least twice a week you called me to meet you in one of the storage rooms, or the conference center, right?"

"Hey, you called me a couple of times," he argued.

"Fine, whatever. But at least twice a week we had our little trysts. On Saturday nights we usually made the Trip Around the World, right?"

"Usually."

"Okay, according to my calculations…"

"Careful, math was never your strong suit," he teased.

"Watch it, hornball," she retorted. "Anyway, that comes up to a total of you coming at least eleven times a week."

"What? That is so not right!"

"Add it up! Once a day for six days, add two times for our trysts, three times for the world trip on Saturday. Eleven Stud Muffin. That's not even counting the times you came more than once."

Holy shit! Had they really made love that often? Eleven times a week? No wonder he had suffered from such intense withdrawal symptoms! He started laughing again. "Okay, smartass, so we make love eleven times a week. You have a problem with that?"

"Nope. Just want to make sure that you understand that you are a hornball."

"I do not initiate all of the lovemaking around here!"

She gave him a wicked grin. "Never said you did. But you're hornball enough that you never turn me down."

"Aha! You never turn me down either," he crowed.

She shrugged, gave a deep sigh. "That's because I'm a good, dutiful little wife."

"Oh, that does it!" He rolled them over, began tickling her as he had earlier in the evening. She tried to pull away from him. Unsuccessful, she began to tickle him in return. The tickles slowly became caresses, and within minutes his lips were locked against hers. She gave to him, gave more, and gave even more with every caress of her tongue against his. Her love went straight to his heart…his soul. Filled him, surrounded him…healed him. He tasted her, touched her, stroked her mouth, let her do the same to him, back and forth like dancers, giving, taking, exploring, enjoying one another.

When he cupped her cheek as he took from her, gave so much to her, she sighed into his mouth. The tender caress only intensified her feelings of love, of want…of need. She wanted to please him, give him everything he desired. Her fingers filled themselves with his hair, held him close to her so that she could give him all that she was, all that was in her. She poured her very soul into the kiss, giving it to him to take and do with as he pleased.

He let his fingers move over her skin, from her cheek to her breasts. He massaged one, then the other, felt her rosy nipples harden against his palm. He wanted inside her…needed inside her. He parted her legs with his knee, pushed his hips against hers, felt his aching cock slide home. The moan of pleasure that filled his throat caused a shiver in the soft body beneath him. He lowered his head to suckle one taut nipple as his hips began to move him in and out of that warm, tight well.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, let her hands caress his arms as he loved her. She closed her eyes as he suckled, the sensations joining with those between her thighs, the chorus enough to have her body quaking. As much as he took, Daniel gave in return. Rarely did he take flight before she did. He enjoyed…thrilled…in making her crazy, sending her spinning into space before he joined her. She moved her hips, meeting his thrust for thrust, using those inner muscles to add to his pleasure, add to her own pleasure. Her back was arching, not by her will, but at the direction of her body.

Daniel pulled his mouth away from that sweet nipple. He needed deeper, harder, faster. He reached for her legs where they rested around his waist, wrapped his hands around them, pushed them toward her shoulders. Oh, yeah! That's it…just like that! Her hands were around his biceps, holding tightly, her fingers digging into his muscles. His body was slapping against hers as he obeyed the demands it made.

"Oh…oh…oh…" she whispered, her eyes closed, her hips pointed upward, taking him as deep as he could go. "Oh, god, yes…" she moaned softly.

"Touch yourself, Case. Make it good," he commanded breathlessly. She opened her eyes and looked at him, the lust that flashed through them sending a shiver down his spine. She held her fingers to his mouth, let him suck them, make them nice and wet.

She found that swollen nub, began to caress herself in time with his thrusts. She let her hand slide back a bit farther, caressed him as he moved in and out of her, rubbed the heel of her hand where she needed it.

"That's it babe, do it!" He could feel that incredible feeling moving up from his balls. "Do it, Angel, come for me."

Her fingers moved back to the top of her folds, moving her ever closer to the edge. She could feel herself rushing toward it, her thighs began to quiver, that whimper filled her throat, and she was there, sailing off of the cliff and hurtling toward the clouds.

He reached the pinnacle at nearly the same moment, crying out her name as he emptied into her waiting body, the spasms of her well around his throbbing cock intensifying the climax that washed over him. He dropped down on top of her, breathing hard, smiled when her arms and legs wrapped around him and held him tightly.

"That's six," she giggled softly.

"Huh?"

"You just came for the sixth time tonight," she said.

"Keeping track, are you?" he asked lightly, trying to catch is breath.

"Yep. Which puts you…um…four over average."

"What?"

"Twice a day since I got back, including the afternoon in the Conference room the day I…um… came home, and this morning. Then there was that little visit to the Conference room yesterday. That's nine. Six tonight. That's fifteen for the week. Four over average."

"Are you going to do this every time we make love?"

"Do what?"

"Count?"

"I dunno. Think I should? I mean, if you keep up like this, you're going to raise the average. Totally skew the figures for the year."

He was laughing again. Laughter. He had thought he would never laugh again. "I don't think it matters how often we make love, Casey. I don't care how often we make love."

"Yes, you do. If that average fell, you'd care! The anaconda would be all kinds of upset!"

He rolled to his back, held her close, laughing harder with every passing moment. "I love you," he said, when he had finally regained control. He was still chuckling.

"Love you, too."

"Love laughing with you."

"Laughter is the best medicine, so they say. Just trying to heal all of the wounds, my Heart," she said softly.

"They're healing, Angel. Just having you home is healing them."

She ran her fingers over his jaw, his chin, his lips, smiled when he nipped playfully at them. "Do I talk too much when we make love?"

"When we make love, or in between rounds?" he asked, his eyes dancing.

"Watch it, fella! Keep it up and there won't be rounds. I'll make you adhere to the old adage, 'once a king, always a king, but once a night is enough'."

He chuckled. "No, Angel. You don't talk too much. When we make love, or between. What makes you ask that?"

"Well, I was listening to some of the women in the locker room the other day, and…some of them are…kinda…vocal," she explained. "I just wondered if I was…maybe too much so. They say some pretty interesting things, too. Makes me wonder if I should use some of them."

"I see. Like what?"

"Oh, let's see, one of them always tells her lover, 'that's it baby, suck my titties', or something like that…one of them tells her husband to 'ride me faster cowboy'…"

Memories, hazy and unwanted flashed through his mind. "Oh, Danny…That's right, baby, suck my titties." He shuddered. "I don't ever want to hear that, ever," he said sharply.

"'Take me all the way, spaceman'?" Her eyes went wide with disbelief.

"What? No. The sucking your titties one. Never, ever say that."

Casey looked up into his eyes. Didn't have to ask why he had an aversion to that particular phrase. Obviously she had said it, during one of the times she had had Daniel high enough to take him to bed. "I promise," she said softly. "I do like the spaceman one, though. I could modify it a little bit. 'Take me all the way, Space Monkey'."

He grinned. "You say that, and I'll keep you on the edge forever!"

She frowned, although her eyes were laughing. "Yeah, you would. Figures. I like that one. Okay, how about, 'do it to me Stud Muffin'?"

"That has possibilities," he laughed.

She reached up and caressed his cheek. "How about a simple, 'I love you, Daniel'?"

He returned the caress, ran his thumb over her lips. "I like that one the best, Angel."

"Or we could always go for the classic moan…groan…scream combination." She sat up, looked down at him. "Nah, that one might wake up the kids. You're pretty loud when you scream."

He cracked up. "You are just too much! I have never screamed in my life!"

"Wanna bet?"

He shook his head, still grinning broadly. "Casey, you are the best thing that ever happened to me. Thanks."

"You're welcome," she smiled. "Having you in my life has been the best thing that ever happened to me. I never knew that I could be this happy, feel this loved."

"I didn't know it was possible to feel this happy or loved, either. Love you, Angel."

"Love you, Stud Muffin."

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