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When Two Hearts Collide

Casey was trembling when she followed Daniel down the hallway in the hotel, each of them carrying their respective duffel bags. She wanted to make love, she really did. The fear that she would be unable to please him continued to torment her. Her mind was running over all that she'd read, everything that she'd heard; she felt as if she were cramming for a test she hadn't known she was expected to take.

The room was typical hotel fare. Daniel tossed his duffel onto the low dresser. His coat went on top of it. The room felt a bit cool, he walked over and turned the heater to a higher setting. They were going to be naked, and he didn't want her chilled.

She walked slowly into the room. Put her duffel beside his, her eyes on the queen sized bed. Yep. There it was. And this time they wouldn't just be sleeping on top of the blankets, dressed in jeans and sweaters. She started when she felt his hands on her shoulders, taking her coat off her. Watched as he hung it up. She had no clue what she was supposed to do.

He studied her for a minute, his fingers shoved into the pockets of his jeans. She looked terrified. "We can watch television if you'd like. Or sit and talk."

Without a doubt he would do either one of those things, even though his eyes told her that he wanted to make love to her. She could see the lust in his eyes. She could see the love there as well. "Is that what you want to do?" she asked softly.

He crossed the room, put his hands on either side of her face, held her gaze with his. "I want to make love to you until all of your fears are gone," he said softly. "But I want you willing, and ready to make love to me, too. Until you are, I'll wait."

She shivered again. Her arms went around him automatically when he pulled her close, hugged her tightly against his body. She felt so safe in his arms. She'd never felt that way before. So very safe…she smiled against his shoulder as the words echoed in her head. Safe in his arms…always safe in his arms…She pulled away slowly. "If you'll give me a few minutes, I'd like to change," she said shyly. "Maybe you could…um…turn the…um…turn the bed back?"

He smiled. "I can do that," he replied softly. He tucked a finger under her chin, forced her to look up at him. "You're sure?"

She nodded. "I promise not to take too long."

His smile widened, and he kissed her cheek. "Take as long as you need."

She smiled. Grabbed her duffel and disappeared into the bathroom.

Daniel scrubbed his hands over his face. She was so close to shattering…one wrong word, one wrong move, and she'd fall to pieces. Anger raced through his veins, filled his mind. How could someone who was supposed to nurture a child...protect her, care for her, love her…have been so cruel? Between the letter and the few things she'd told him, he knew that her life as a child and a teenager had been hell on earth. She had been so abused emotionally and mentally that it was nothing short of a miracle that she was able to function at all! He'd seen the jagged scar that ran the length of her finger, wondered where and how she had come by it. There was a tiny scar on her neck as well. What had happened to leave it on that creamy skin?

He shook himself from his reverie, began to undress. His heart began to hammer against his ribs when he pulled the blankets back. Soon, very soon, he would have her in his arms, naked, making love to her the way his heart, his body wanted to love her. He thought about the kisses they'd shared earlier in the day. If that was a sample of what she could do, she was going to kill him…and he was going to die a very happy man!

She stared at her reflection in the mirror. He insisted that she was beautiful. Her mind compared what she was seeing now, to the woman who had paced in front of that tall, odd shaped mirror in that storage room. She'd told Major Carter that the woman was pretty. And she had been. Casey turned one way, and then the other, examining the woman standing in front of her now. Shook her head. Her neck was too long. Her ears were too big. She undressed slowly. Boobs…too small. Butt…too flat. She was too skinny, she didn't have any curves. Her knees were knobby. Her toes too long. Nope, she didn't look anything like that woman, now that she really thought about it. Daniel must be seeing her through the eyes of love. Hopefully he wouldn't be too disappointed in the way she looked, and her inexperience in making love.

She grabbed the wash cloth and cleaned up quickly, then applied her body lotion. The green teddy slid over her legs, up over her hips. She pulled the straps over her arms and up to her shoulders. It was close fitting, and the lace of the cups didn't hide the dark pink areolas, nor did the lace do anything to hold back nipples that had hardened with excitement…desire. She took off the dangly earrings she had been wearing, brushed her hair until it was soft and shiny. Took a deep breath. This was it. He was waiting for her. She understood the mechanics of sex. Now it was time to find out just exactly what making love was all about. Trembling, she opened the door and stepped into the room.

Daniel was laying on the bed, the TV on, flipping through channels. He looked over when he heard the bathroom door open. "Sweet Jesus!" he breathed. She looked like a Victoria's Secret model in that scrap of lace and silk. She was breathtaking. His body hardened as he watched her walk toward him. He held out his hand, smiled encouragingly when she took it and settled onto the bed beside him. Slow…gentle…easy…that was the key. Slow…that was going to be damned difficult, when what he wanted to do was taste every inch of that exquisite body, touch every inch of her, make her moan and cry out with pleasure…wanted to make her intimately and forever his. "You are so beautiful!" he said softly.

She smiled shyly. "Thank you," she murmured. While his eyes had been moving over her, taking in every inch of her, she had been examining him. His shoulders were broad, his arms muscular. His chest was wide, and there was a hint of a cleft between his pecs. Flat brown nipples stood out against the tanned skin. His belly was almost washboard, his hips not quite narrow, but nicely shaped. His legs were long and muscular. What caught her attention was the swiftly rising bulge in his white cotton boxers. She was a virgin. She had, however, seen numerous pictures and illustrations of naked men. She knew without a doubt that he was 'above average'. Goddess how was she going to tame that thing? The thought almost made her giggle out loud. The words of the letter, written by her alternate self, flashed through her mind...

Obviously that Casey didn't have any problems with her Daniel…and if she understood this whole…situation…correctly, they were identical to one another in every way. She stretched out on the bed beside him, let him guide her head to his shoulder. His hand was moving up and down her arm slowly, gently. She could feel her body relax against his as they watched the last thirty minutes of a movie. By the time it was over, she had her arm around his waist, could feel his erection pushing against it; which was creating an unaccustomed throb between her thighs. The thought of what that impressive symbol of manhood could do for her had her moaning mentally. His hands were moving slowly over her arm and shoulder; the caresses filled with such tenderness it made her ache with love for him. He had kissed her forehead several times, each time bringing a smile to her lips. He smelled so good! She wanted to taste his skin so badly, but was afraid to make the first move, unsure how he would feel about her being so…brazen.

Her body was relaxed against his side, her breathing steady, the tremors that had moved through her repeatedly had finally stilled. By the time the credits of the movie started rolling, she'd snuggled closer twice, her arm draped around his waist, the feeling of her skin against his belly making him burn with need. The fingers of that hand were moving against his side, painting a tattoo over and over again; he wasn't sure she was even aware of doing it. His body certainly was! He shifted, sliding completely down on the bed until he was laying flat on his back. Turned the television off. Smiled when she slid down beside him, her head going back to his shoulder. If she fell asleep, he'd let her sleep, although his body wasn't thrilled with the notion. He jumped slightly when he felt her lips touch his chest.

She pulled away, her face burning crimson when he jerked at her touch. She hadn't been able to resist, her face was against his chest, she wanted…no, she needed to taste him! She'd never been so overcome by need before in her life. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Why?" he asked softly.

"I shouldn't have done that," she replied.

"Says who?"

She looked into blue eyes so full of desire…and lust…and love, that she was totally overwhelmed.

"Do it again," he whispered.

Her eyes locked with his, she gently placed a kiss just above his nipple. Watched how the blue of his eyes darkened. She put her head on his chest again, listened to the rapid beating of his heart beneath her ear.

He pushed a lock of stray blonde silk away from her face. "Do you want to make love?"

She blushed again, and nodded.

Daniel smiled. "Just relax, babe," he whispered. He put his glasses on the night table, shifted again, until he was laying on his side, and she was on her back beside him. His fingers moved over her face, tracing the delicate features. So damned beautiful! He slowly lowered his head, watching her eyes as he drew closer. They fluttered closed just as his lips touched hers. Just like it had when he'd kissed her that morning, the resulting impact of that touch hit him like a zat blast, and raced from his head to his toes and then straight into his already aching cock. There would be no interruptions tonight. No briefing to have to go to. He traced those sweet full lips with his tongue, learned that there was a secret to gaining entrance to her warm mouth. He kissed her gently, realized that her arms were at her sides, and she hadn't moved a muscle since he had started. "Touch me, Casey; let me know that you want to make love to me," he whispered. Smiled inwardly at the look of lust that flashed through those amazing green eyes, followed by love so deep that it shocked him. One soft hand caressed his cheek. He turned his face and kissed the palm. Smiled down at her when her fingers began to move through his hair. The other hand was moving slowly over his shoulder to his neck.

She'd been afraid to move, unsure what she was supposed to do. It was one thing to read a sex manual or a romance novel. It was something else entirely to be laying beside a man, getting ready to make love! She knew what she wanted, but was too shy to reach out for him. When he had softly commanded her to touch him, it was all she could do to keep from grabbing him. Her hands found their way to the places she wanted them to be. His hair was soft as she ran her fingers through it again and again, the skin of his neck warm beneath her fingertips. He was kissing her again. What his kisses could do to her! She felt the tingle from her nose to her toes and all points in between. The heat between her legs was only getting worse. When he pulled his tongue from her mouth, hers followed before she was even aware of what she was doing. She sought to know his mouth as fully as he had learned hers. When she felt him shiver as she ran her tongue over the roof of his mouth, she couldn't help but feel excited. She did it again, with the same result. What else would make him shiver? What would make him moan? Her heart was pounding against her ribs with the need to find out.

He could feel the shyness melting away as desire began to take over. She was kissing him with such enthusiasm it took his breath away. The letter had told him that she was a passionate woman. He moved his tongue back into the warm sweetness of her mouth. Smiled inwardly when she began to battle for control. One hand was still in his hair, the other had moved down his shoulder and was now blazing a trail over his chest, stopping to examine his nipples. He felt them stiffen in response to her gentle touch. He smiled when she gave a tiny sigh of displeasure when he moved his lips from hers. She gasped when he began to kiss and lick and nibble at the elegant throat that had been screaming for his attention all night. She tasted so damned good, smelled so sweet, the skin soft and supple. His tongue moved over that tiny little scar. When he suckled on a spot directly behind her ear, she shivered beneath him. Yeah, that's what I want. He wanted her shivering and moaning and out of control, and he wanted to give her such pleasure, wanted to send her sailing among the stars.

Her eyes were closed; her attention focused on the amazing things he was doing to her neck. Every pass his tongue made over her, every time his teeth nipped gently at her skin, she felt it in her nipples, felt it deep inside her aching well. She had never before been this...stimulated! She'd always kept tight control on any kissing or petting that occurred between her and whatever boyfriend she might have had. All three of them. Two had been mere boys. She'd been terrified that she would discover she was indeed a slut, and would be driven from man to man in order to satisfy an insatiable need. Daniel had been able to arouse her with just a kiss. That had never happened before! So didn't that mean that he was her Destiny, and that she wasn't a slut?

"As sexy as this little number is, let's get it off," Daniel whispered.

This is it, she thought, waiting for panic to set in. Not even Kelley had ever seen her totally naked! She opened her eyes, looked up into his face. Saw the love there. The lust. The excitement. Wondered if he was seeing the same thing in her face. She was barely able to nod.

He pushed one of the straps from her shoulder, his lips following it. He kissed his way down her arm, to her wrist, kissed and licked and sucked each finger before taking the other hand and doing the same thing in reverse. When he had kissed his way back to her throat, his fingers began to push the lace away from her breasts. "Sit up, babe," he whispered.

She did as he instructed, watched as he pushed the teddy to her waist. Watched the flare of excitement that filled those incredible blue eyes.

"Lay back, lift your hips," he whispered again, just before his tongue invaded her ear.

Again she did as he told her; felt him tug the teddy; raised her legs so he could pull it completely off, saw it flutter into the air as he tossed it over his shoulder. He pulled away long enough to yank off his shorts, they hit the floor as well. She bit back her gasp when she caught a glimpse of the erection that rose from between his legs.

He leaned on one arm, the fingers of the other hand moving over her. "You are so beautiful," he said softly. Her elegant throat led to a creamy décolletage, which led to breasts that left him breathless with need. They were round and firm and perfect and the pink nipples and areolas had his mouth watering to taste them, and he was certain that he could make love to those beauties for hours…days even! Daniel had always considered himself to be a leg man. Not now. He was definitely a breast man. He loved those beautiful breasts! Her waist was narrow, and her slender hips not much wider. A narrow, closely trimmed vee of dark blonde curls covered her mons, and he could just glimpse sweet, pink flesh between her slender thighs. Her legs were long for her height, and well toned. How damned lucky could he get? "So beautiful," he sighed.

Well, imagine that! He really thought she was beautiful! Her heart swelled with joy to know that she pleased him. She watched his face as he moved his hand over her, from throat to hip. Those incredible blue eyes were devouring her! When his hand moved back up and cupped her breast, his thumb rolling over the hard nipple, she gasped.

He smiled at her, lowered his head and claimed her lips once again. He kissed her, rolled so that he was laying mostly on top of her. He kissed and licked his way to those beautiful breasts, moaned with delight when he took a sweet nipple into his mouth, felt it harden even more against his tongue.

Never before had anyone's hands touched her bare skin, certainly she'd never allowed any of her boyfriends to use their mouths on her. The sensations were mind-blowing. She felt every gentle lick; every tug on her nipple increased the ache between her thighs. She'd never been as turned on, as aroused as she was in that moment. She didn't know if she could survive much more. She wasn't even aware that she had moaned softly when he had moved from one breast to the other.

He glanced up at her face when she moaned. Her eyes were closed, and a look of wonder covered the delicate features. He knew without asking that what he was doing had never been allowed before. Her fingers were in his hair, and she was clenching them tightly. He was pretty sure she was oblivious to that fact. He smiled against her skin, returned his attention to her perfect breasts. When her hips were pushing up against him...the heat from that enticing paragon of womanhood warming his chest, setting the rest of him on fire...he knew that it was time to move on, time to learn the rest of the secrets of her incredible body. He wrapped his hands around her waist. Yep, he could damn near span it with his hands. His tongue dove into the sexy inny belly button that had winked at him the night before, tormenting him nearly to distraction. He laved every inch of her flat belly with his tongue.

Her breath was coming in gasps. Her body was on fire. She ached with need. She was certain that she was never going to survive. When he settled between her thighs, his hands wrapped around them, he looked up at her, waiting for her to allow him access to her hidden charms. No one had ever seen her as intimately as he was about to. She opened her legs shyly, her cheeks flushed with color.

He took a deep breath. Sweet Jesus! She smelled so damned good! His mouth was watering, and his body would be denied no longer. He lowered his face, and took his first taste of that sweet flesh. Holy shit! She tastes so good! He shivered violently. He'd never in his life tasted a woman so sweet, smelled such a sweet, heavenly aroma. He didn't have scores of women to compare her to, but the women he had been with, even his beautiful Sha're, couldn't come close to this! Of course, Sha're had never been too keen on oral lovemaking, so he hadn't tasted her often. She would allow him to go down on her, and she would give him a cursory lick or two, just to please him, but she'd never enjoyed it, which made the entire exercise one of frustration for him. He closed his eyes as he partook of that sweet nectar, his tongue investigating every fold. When he pushed it into her, she came, the soft moan she gave making his already rapidly beating heart hammer against his ribs just that much faster. Too soon…she was on the edge too soon. He wanted to prolong her pleasure as much as possible. He licked her thighs. Kissed his way to her knee…to her ankle…across her instep… took each toe and sucked it gently. Lifted her other foot to his mouth and continued his journey back up her leg. Felt her body shaking beneath his hands.

She didn't think that things like this really happened! She'd read about it, in romance novels where the hero was just a little too perfect. Had certainly read about it in the sex manual in descriptions of how to drive one's lover wild. But she'd never believed that anyone actually did them! Casey had never hesitated to stroke herself to completion when her body just wouldn't be calmed any other way. But she had never been this needy before. Never. And she knew instinctively that nothing could calm the need in her but his touch. When his mouth moved back between her thighs, her hips came off of the bed. She moaned when his fingers slid inside her and began to stroke, hard and deep. When he began to tease her swollen, hard little clit, she cried out.

He couldn't help but smile when her cry filled his ears. He caught that swollen little nub between his teeth, held it gently as his tongue began to tease it even farther out from that dark pink hood, making it swell even more. When she was tossing her head from side to side, he sucked it as deep into his mouth as he could, ran the flat of his tongue over it, then flickered the tip back and forth. Her thighs began to quiver against his shoulders. The sweetest, most beautiful whimper he'd ever heard filled her throat. He pushed three fingers deep and hard into her and she cried out his name, her hips in constant motion against his face, her warm well drenching him with her sweet honey. He moved his mouth down and caught as much as he could, quenching the thirst that she created in him.

Lights exploded, colors flashed behind her closed eyelids as she soared over the cliff and straight into the clouds. Her body was arched and shaking as she danced among the stars, the first climax not achieved with her own hands more incredible than anything she'd ever experienced in her life. She could feel every contraction her well made around his fingers as she continued to spin, the intensity unbelievable. Her body slowly sank back onto the mattress as she drifted back down to reality.

Daniel kissed his way back to those beautiful breasts, spent a few minutes on them before moving up to kiss her. She responded with all the love she had, her arms around his shoulders, holding him tightly. "Are you okay?"

"That was amazing," she whispered.

He smiled. "That's just the beginning, I promise."

"Now it's your turn to fly," she said softly, her eyes dancing with anticipation.

He shivered. "Sounds nice," he replied, smiling at her. She was a virgin. If she just touched him a bit, well, he'd be happy.

Nice? She planned on making his eyeballs spin! She hadn't done all of the reading and studying and practicing for nothing! He hadn't had time to shave before they'd left his apartment for the base that morning. He'd had at least two day's worth of growth on his face when she'd seen him the first time. So he had a three-day-old beard on his face. She ran her fingers over his jaw, loved the feeling of his whiskers against her fingers. She kissed him, then did as he had done, began to kiss his jaw as she worked her way to his throat. She ran her tongue over his jaw, delighted in the raspy feel of the beard. What an unexpected turn-on that was! She nibbled on his throat, sucked on that muscle just behind his ear, felt him shiver when she did so. The response pleased her, so she kissed her way to the other side of his neck and repeated the process. Kissed her way to his collarbones. Kissed his shoulders. Kissed the scars that she found there. Gave the same attention to his arms and hands as he had given hers. She glanced at his face when she moved back to his chest. His eyes were closed; a slight smile tugged the corners of his mouth.

She was so damned eager to please! Every kiss, every caress was done hesitantly until she was confident that he was enjoying the attention. He'd always tried to be a considerate lover, tried to make certain that the woman he was with had the most pleasure he could give her. He had never had anyone 'return the favor' with such love, such fervor! His aching cock grew ever harder, the need for release nearly driving him out of his mind!

He hissed a sigh when she greeted his nipples, rolled them against her tongue. She smiled inwardly. She kissed every inch of that strong, broad chest. Grinned when she decided that she should give his legs and feet the same treatment hers had received before she finally became acquainted with the magnificent erection that waved at her, begging for her attention. He groaned when she kissed his hips, and ran her tongue over his thighs. The hair on his legs tickled her cheek and her tongue as she moved down his calf to his foot.

The woman was trying to kill him! He was about to explode! It wouldn't take much for her to send him skyrocketing into space…if she ever got around to actually touching him. He frowned. Maybe she was…intimidated. That had happened often enough. Maybe she'd touch him a little bit, anyway. If she'd just stroke him a bit, he'd come, no doubt about it!

She'd kissed and licked her way back to his hip. This was it. Time to put into practice all that she had learned. She gently caressed his balls with one hand…wow…heavier than what she expected, the fingers of the other moving through his pubic hair. She trailed her fingers up the shaft, over the head. Soft. Warm. Hard. Like velvet covered steel. Built like a stallion. She almost giggled out loud. Her hand moved from his balls to the base of that magnificent shaft, and she slowly took as much of him into her mouth as she could.

His shoulders came up off the bed. Sweet Jesus in heaven! He opened his eyes and watched that blonde head move up and down between his legs, her long hair spread over his belly and thighs. The sight was almost enough to send him over the edge. Goddamn! His eyes rolled back in his head when her tongue began to move over the sensitive underside as she suckled gently on the tip of his swollen shaft. Somewhere in the back of his mind came the question of where she had learned to give head so damned well, but coherent thought was overrun by the incredible sensations he was experiencing. "Oh, god," he muttered, when she licked him like a lollipop, then started the entire process over again. His hands were in her hair, holding onto her as she moved over him, his hips meeting her every time she moved down on his ever-swelling cock. Her hands were moving on his shaft and balls until he was certain he was about to go insane. She let him fall out of her mouth, her hand still moving gently, while she licked and teased his balls. The groan that he gave when she finally took his aching flesh back into her mouth came from deep in his belly. His hands were clenched into fists, his body shaking; he groaned again when she shifted her body over him and let him slide to the back of her throat. "I'm gonna come," he moaned, trying to pull away from her.

His groans and moans had sent her ego soaring. The first time she had been terrified that she had hurt him, but a glance at his face told her that wasn't the case. He was throbbing hard and fast, and she knew that he was close to his climax. She shifted over him, and took him as deep as she could. When he tried to pull away from her after telling her that he was on the verge of coming, she pushed an arm over his hips, and kept her mouth locked around him. Her hand moved faster, just a bit harder on the shaft, she teased the head one last time, then took him into her throat again and began to swallow.

"Sweet Jesus!" His shoulders were off of the bed again, his toes curled as he exploded, the sensations damned near overwhelming. Fireworks were igniting behind his eyelids, and he couldn't catch his breath as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over him.

She did a mental happy dance as she took down everything he gave her. She gently licked him clean, kissing the shaft and head until the throbbing had completely stopped. She kissed her way back to his chest, making sure to rub her breasts over him as she did so, felt his body jerk and shiver from the contact. "Did I do okay?"

He opened his eyes. "Okay? That was amazing!"

She flushed with excitement. Settled at his side her head on his shoulder. "Good."

"So where did you learn to do that?" he asked softly.

"You'll think it's weird. Or laugh. Or both."

"Neither, I promise," he replied.

"Kelley has a lot of books about sex. We read them…no, more like we studied them. And Kelley said we should learn how to give blowjobs, so we'd know how if…well…if we needed to, so we bought condoms and…cucumbers and zucchini, and well…we practiced."

He grinned. He tried damned hard not to laugh. He could visualize the two virgins practicing on the vegetables. One little chuckle escaped.

"I knew you'd laugh!"

He looked down, her cheeks were crimson. "I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean to laugh. It's just so damned cute!"

"Cute?"

"Yeah, cute. I mean, that the two of you would be willing to learn to do that so you could please a man…"

She shrugged. "That's why it's called making love. It's best when you're more concerned about making your lover feel good than worrying about your own pleasure. That's what you did to me…for me."

"I'm glad you recognized that," he said softly.

"Did you?"

"Oh, yeah," he replied. He kissed the top of her head. What an incredible woman his had Destiny turned out to be! "Oh, yeah," he repeated.

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