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Hell is for Children

Chapter 7

Casey stood in front of the window and watched as the sun set over Silver Springs. She smiled and leaned back against his strong, broad chest when Daniel stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "It was a nice day," she said softly.

"Yes, it was," Daniel replied just as softly.

She turned in his arms, put her head against his shoulder. "I think I'm going to take a shower. I didn't get one this morning."

"Sounds like a good idea," he agreed.

The water was warm, relaxing, and they gently, slowly washed each other. Each touch, every caress brought feeling back to bodies, and minds, that had been numbed by their experience. Casey dried her hair while Daniel shaved. When she reached for her bottle of lotion, he took it from her hand and began to apply the fragrant cream to her skin. He whispered his love in her ear as his hands moved over her body, felt her completely relax beneath his fingers. The task completed, he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom.

When they were settled on the bed, Daniel reached up to turn off the light.

"No!" Casey cried out, then winced slightly. "I…please…leave it on."

He cupped her cheek. "Okay, Angel, we'll leave it on." He leaned over and kissed her…gently, slowly. His hand moved up and down her side, the touch meant more to comfort than to arouse.

His kisses were the succor that touched her soul, healed her battered heart. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulled him closer as his lips took from her, gave back to her. She followed his tongue from her mouth into his, exploring, tasting, touching; seeking and finding comfort, and the passion that always seemed to burn just beneath the surface in both of them. Only Daniel's touch could calm her, or arouse her. Comfort her, or give her endless pleasure. For one fleeting moment she wondered how dangerous it was to be so totally dependent upon him. He was her breath, the beating of her heart echoed his name. When he wrapped his long, slender fingers around her jaw, held her steady as he drank from her lips, she understood that her heart, her soul could not be safer. He would protect them, cherish them, just as she held and cherished his heart and soul.

Soft. Warm. Sweet. Daniel let his fingers move over her beautiful face, committing to memory every inch. In the back of his mind he wondered how he'd have been able to face the demons left by eleven hours of hell, if not for this incredible woman. He'd been able to focus on her, protecting her during that horrible day. Which allowed him to push to the farthest recesses of his mind the events that had played out below them. Sitting in his office after talking with Sam and Teal'c, he'd come to the conclusion that he'd probably suffered the least. He alone had had an outlet of sorts. Keeping his Wife safe, keeping her from giving in to the grief, the anger, had afforded him that much needed diversion. Her touch, the soft caresses her hands made as they moved over his shoulders; the love that she sent with each movement of her lips and her tongue, all soothed his aching, battered heart. Her kiss deepened, she was offering everything she had, all that she was. His for the taking, her kiss told him. He rolled slightly, so that he was lying on her. When he'd once mentioned to her that he worried about crushing her, she'd smiled, and told him that it would never happen. That she liked to feel his weight on her, that it made him real. He smiled mentally as her arms wrapped even tighter around him, pulling him down against that soft warm body. Her nipples were hard and grazed his chest, making his stiffen in response. Her legs were already around his hips, holding him prisoner of her love.

She raised her chin slightly when his mouth moved to her throat. She pushed her cheek against the side of his face as he nipped at her, licked and kissed that sensitive spot behind her ear. Sam and Janet had teased her about the hickeys that had circled her neck, bruised her throat when they'd returned from their honeymoon. She knew that he wouldn't leave any marks on her neck, at least, not dark ones. But more than likely there would be a purple bruise between her breasts. Not that she was complaining. The sensations that accompanied the placement of that mark always made her shiver with pleasure. He was kissing her shoulders, moving toward her collarbones, his hands moving up and down her arms, his fingers wrapping around hers for a few minutes, before moving to her hips. His weight pinned her to the bed, but rather than causing panic, it created a sense of warmth, of being protected. Strange, perhaps, she thought, but that was the way she felt. He worried about being too heavy for her, of crushing her. That would never happen. He was too careful, too considerate to ever hurt her. She sighed when his lips closed around a taut, aching nipple. She pushed her fingers through his hair, holding him as he suckled gently, then with more passion, until she was breathing harder, faster.

He licked, kissed, nibbled, suckled every inch of those beautiful round breasts; teased those hard pink nipples until they stood proudly. He used the palms of his hands to dry her skin from his attention, and then started all over again. Her body was arched toward him, her breath was coming in tiny little gasps now. Each time he tugged on one of those sweet nipples, her hips pushed against him. As he slid down to her belly, he caught a whiff of that sweet, hot scent that meant she was aroused. His body began to tremble with anticipation. His hands held her waist, held her body still as he licked her flat stomach, teased that sexy little 'inny' belly button. Each time he thrust his tongue into it the muscles rippled beneath him. Time to move on. The soft sigh that he heard when he settled between her slender thighs brought a smile to his face. His tongue moved over those soft, moist folds, eagerly taking each drop of sweet honey into his mouth. When he pushed it into her, she rewarded his efforts with a flow of sweetness that coated his tongue, his lips, made him need more…seek more. Her hips were beginning to move. She was feeling good, getting close. When he settled his mouth over that swollen little clit, she moaned softly.

She closed her eyes as he continued to stoke the fire that was raging inside her. Every caress, every flick of his tongue pushed her ever closer to the edge of the cliff. Her fingers were clenched around dark blond hair, although she wasn't cognizant of that fact. Nor was she aware that her legs had locked around him, holding him tightly. All she knew was the heat that continued to build, that beautiful crescendo that he was orchestrating in her. She could see that glittering climax, began to reach for it.

When he slid two fingers into her warm well, she moaned again, the sound turning him on, urging him on…pleasing him. Right now all that mattered to him was her pleasure…hearing that beautiful song of love that she sang every time she came, no matter how hard she tried to hold it back. Tonight there would be no teasing, no tormenting. Tonight he'd take her to the top of the mountain and set her spinning among the stars, away from anything and everything that could hurt her. Her hips were moving up and down against his face, he clamped his mouth over her, held one thigh firmly with his free hand, increased the pace of his fingers.

"Daniel!" She was flying, soaring above the clouds, heading for the stars, her body quaking as her climax washed over her in waves of intense pleasure. Colors danced behind her now closed eyelids, reds and yellows and blues that exploded like fireworks across her brain.

He moved his mouth back to her sweet well, caught the flood of honey that poured from her, his name echoing around them. His heart pounded with love, with joy each and every time his name left her lips as she took flight. When the spasms had finally stopped, he kissed and licked his way back up her sweet, sexy body, stopping as always for a few moments at her succulent breasts before moving up to her mouth and kissing her.

"That was amazing," she smiled.

"Think so, huh?" he grinned.

"Know so. My turn, Stud Muffin," she replied.

He rolled to his back, offering her full access to his body and the raging hard-on that waited for her. He shivered with anticipation, knowing that he was about to take his own flight of ecstasy.

"You are the most beautiful man I've ever seen," she whispered, running her hand over his chest, his stomach.

"I think you're just a wee bit prejudiced in my favor," he said, even as he ego soared.

"Just stating a fact," she said softly. She scooted closer to him, leaned over him and kissed him. She could kiss him for hours. One of these days, she thought to herself, I'm going to do just that. Sit him down and kiss him. All day. He had one hand on the arm she was leaning on, the other wrapped in her hair, caressing her cheek as they kissed. She couldn't help but lean into the tender caress. "I love you," she whispered as she moved her lips over his jaw, down to his throat.

"I love you," he whispered in reply.

She smiled against his skin, then began to nibble on the strong shoulders that she loved to cling to, that offered safety to her heart and soul. She took her time, licking, kissing, tasting every inch of those strong muscles before she moved down to his collarbones. She greeted his hard, brown nipples, teasing them with her tongue until she felt his chest rise and fall quicker with each breath he drew. Every inch of his chest received a warm kiss as she worked her way down his body.

The woman could drive him out of his mind, he thought, barely able to take the sweet torture of waiting for the caresses his body was screaming for. Her soft hands were moving over his arms, up and down his sides from his armpits to his hips. When she wrapped one hand around his aching manhood, he sighed with relief. She stroked him gently as she continued to smother his belly with kisses. "Suck me," he begged, unable to stand the wait any longer.

She looked up at him, unaware of the excitement, the glee that filled her eyes. Holding his gaze steady with her own, she began to lick around the girth of his swollen flesh. Her mouth moved from the tip to the base of his engorged shaft, her tongue missing not one inch. When she finally took him into her mouth, she began to suck hard, moving up and down in long, steady strokes, her hands caressing what she couldn't take into her mouth. His moan made her heart hammer with delight. He had both hands in her hair now, holding her as he began to thrust up toward her face.

There was nothing better in this world…in any world…than making love to her. Having her make love to him. She made love with such enthusiasm, such…rapture. Her every touch, her every caress made with only the intent of making him feel good, of pleasing him, giving him the most pleasure that she could. He was an incredibly lucky man, and he was well aware of that fact. The ability to form cognizant thoughts fled in the wake of the sensations that washed over him.

Every signal his body sent to her; every sigh, every soft moan he made let her know that he was feeling good, and that he was getting close to taking flight. He'd not teased her, hadn't taken her to the brink and then held her there, leaving her waiting breathlessly to take flight. She wouldn't tease him. Not tonight. He was throbbing hard and fast. He was ready. She moved up slightly, let him slide back as far as she could take him into her throat, and began to swallow. Her hands moved just a bit faster, and within seconds he was crying out her name, giving her everything she demanded from him. When he'd stopped pulsing, she gently licked him clean, then kissed her way back to his lips, just as he did to her.

"You are incredible," he said softly.

She smiled. "Only to you."

He tugged until she was lying on top of him, even as he continued to breathe hard after the intense orgasm she'd just given him. He smiled against her hair as she snuggled closer. "I'm not the only one who can see how incredible you are. It makes me happy to know that I'm the only one who knows how great you are in bed."

She crossed her arms over his chest, rested her chin on them, looked up into beautiful blue eyes. "If I'm great in bed, it's only because of you."

"How do you figure that?"

"Well, you taught me what you want, what you like. It…it makes me happy to give you as much pleasure as you give me. When I'm in bed with you, making love to you, all I can think about is how much I want to please you," she said shyly.

He studied her for a minute, those amazing green eyes full of love…of innocence. None of the pain, the anguish from the mission could be seen in those depths. Not right now. Her words impacted on his brain, sent his soul spiraling ever higher. So full of love, so eager to please. He had no idea how he'd gotten so lucky. He'd thank every god and goddess he could think of that he had. "What you do to me, woman," he said softly.

"As long as I make you happy," she replied.

He tightened his arms around her. "I don't think it's possible to be any happier."

"I feel the same way," she responded softly. She nestled her head against his shoulder. "As long as I'm with you, I'll always be safe," she whispered.

He closed his eyes, sent up a silent prayer that he could keep her safe, always. "Love you," he said softly.

"Love you, too." Her eyes drifted shut as his hands moved gently up and down her back. Every time they made love, he caressed her this way, whether they were 'between rounds', or had finished for that particular time. It was so soothing, so relaxing.

He looked down at her. If she was asleep, he wasn't going to wake her. Even though his body was beginning to stir again.

She opened her eyes and smiled at him. "I think the anaconda needs more attention."

Daniel grinned. "I think you're right." He rolled them over, reached out and gently pushed her hair from her face before his lips claimed hers yet again.

She sighed as she wrapped her arms around him, waiting for him to shift farther so that she could wrap her legs around him as well.

Her hips were already moving toward him as he reached between them to guide his hard shaft into paradise. He pushed gently, slowly, savoring every inch of her as he sank into that soft, warm well. Her body wrapped around him like a fist, held him tightly within the depths.

Oh, yeah, she thought, a smile on her lips. So full, so wonderfully full. How she loved being one with him, holding him close, taking him as far inside as she possibly could. A smile of satisfaction pulled at her lips, knowing that she could accommodate all of his magnificent manhood.

"You feel so good," he whispered.

"I was just thinking the same thing about you," she whispered in reply.

He moved slowly, taking his time pulling out, pushing back into her. Easy, gentle thrusts that she met, their hips pushing and grinding together. He marveled once again at the fact that she felt as if she'd been made just for him. He shifted a little, put the majority of his weight on his forearms, his chest tight against hers, the soft curves of her breasts and her hard pink nipples pressed against his skin.

She treasured these moments, when their bodies moved together, their hearts beat together as one, their souls danced together. She gripped his shoulders a bit harder, holding him tighter, drawing him just a bit closer. Shivered when he began to whisper in her ear, telling her how much he loved her, how much her body pleased him.

He continued to move slowly. After what she'd witnessed, there was the chance that any aggressive moves on his part would trigger those memories, and perhaps even panic her. If the passion built, he'd roll them over, let her ride him. By taking the submissive position, he wouldn't be as threatening. She'd spent enough time being terrified, had come too close to breaking, he wasn't about to do anything that could result in either.

Every move, every thrust was done with such tenderness that it brought tears to her eyes. Her heart hammered against her ribs, not only from the exertion of their lovemaking. Every beat was filled with such love that she was afraid her heart was going to explode, unable to hold it all. Her body began to clamor for more, needed more. Her hips began to push against his a bit harder, she rubbed against him with a bit more force, seeking the stimulation that would give her the pleasure she sought.

He couldn't help but smile as her body arched beneath him, demanded more from him. He started to roll over.

"No, please, let me hold you," she whispered.

"Are you sure?"

She looked into his eyes. "Daniel, what's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong, Angel. I just…I don't want to frighten you…or bring back any…memories," he said softly.

She smiled, slid one hand to his cheek, ran her finger over his lips. "How like you to worry about me. I'm fine. You could never frighten me. Please…love me." It wasn't surprising at all that he wanted to protect her. Perhaps, she thought, she should find…sex…more appalling, considering what she'd seen. Except that never had she had 'just sex' with Daniel. It had always been, and always would be, making love. Nothing that happened when she was in his arms could ever be compared to what had happened to…she cut the thought off. She refused to allow any memories of that day taint the love they were sharing. Her hand went back to his shoulder, she pulled him closer still as her body moved beneath his.

His own body was demanding that he move faster…harder…deeper. He gave in to those demands, felt her responding. He watched her face, the love that filled her eyes as she looked up at him, the lust that lurked just beneath the surface, visible only to him.

More, she needed more! She surrendered to that need, the only thought in her mind was to find the sweet release that could only happen with him. Her hands slid down to his hips, filled themselves with his firm ass. She began to ride him, grinding her hips against his. Her head was back, her neck arched, exposing her throat to him, and she moaned when his lips began to move over it.

"That’s it, take it, babe," he whispered, slowing his movements, letting her take complete control.

"Hard, fast…please," she begged.

His mind turned loose of all his concerns. He rose up on outstretched arms, and began to pound into the soft, willing body beneath him. Her scent, the scent of their lovemaking filled his nostrils, sent messages to his brain that had him pumping into her as hard and fast as he could.

Her fingers dug into the muscles of his arms, clinging to him as he took her on that magical ride, higher and higher with each thrust of his hips. She could feel her climax building, the sweet ache deep inside. When he began to move his hips back and forth each time they met hers, she couldn't hold back the moan that filled her throat.

His head was thrown back, he was beyond the point of no return. There was no thinking, only feeling. He could feel that hot, sweet fire building in his belly, waiting to shoot up and out of his throbbing cock. She was using those muscles inside to grab at him, hold him each time he pushed into her.

She was racing toward the edge of the precipice, ready to hurl herself over, into the warm embrace of oblivion. The sound of their bodies slapping together, the rhythmic thumping of the headboard against the shelves competed with the sounds of their ragged breathing and the moans that they were making. The sounds excited her, pushed her closer to that cliff.

Her thighs were beginning to quiver against his sides. The soft whimper sent fingers of pleasure up and down his spine. She cried out his name just seconds before hers left his lips. Their bodies throbbed and pulsed together, her well milking him for all that he had. He dropped down on her, breathing hard, his hips still jerking slightly as the last spasms of the 'little death' passed.

With a groan of effort, Daniel rolled to his back, keeping Casey's body close to his, remaining sheathed within her. He worked his hands beneath the blanket of her hair, began to rub her back gently.

"Wow," she said softly.

He grinned. "Yeah. I agree."

She glanced at the clock. It was just after nine. They weren't expected in until one the next afternoon. She wasn't feeling particularly tired. One look into Daniel's eyes, however, and she could see his fatigue. Sam had mentioned at O'Malley's that the three teammates had sat together for a couple of hours during the night, and then she and Daniel had returned to their respective labs in order to try and work. She rolled off of him, tugged until he was lying on his side, his head on her shoulder, his arm around her waist. She began to hum softly, running her fingers through his hair gently. Within minutes he was sound asleep. She lay there, holding him tightly. Wasn't even aware of falling asleep.




She struggled to get away. They were holding her down, laughing, their eyes full of lust…of anger…of madness. Her breath was coming in gasps as she continued to fight them, trying to escape their grasp.

Daniel opened his eyes, not sure at first what had awakened him. His dreams had been filled with screaming children, all of them covered with blood, begging for his help. Once again he heard it, a soft whimper. She was beginning to thrash beside him. "Casey, wake up, honey. Come on, it's just a bad dream. Wake up," he said softly, running his hand over her face.

That was Daniel! She could hear him…he was calling to her…she gave one last shove, felt herself break free…She opened her eyes, looked up to see him leaning over her, concern etched on his face in the soft light of the lamp.

"It was just a bad dream," he said.

She nodded. "I couldn't get away. At least, not until I heard your voice."

He ran his hand over his face. He wasn't anxious to go back to sleep, only to see and hear those children again. "I think I'm going to get up for a little while. There are a couple of translations I need to work on."

"Want some company?" she asked softly, shyly.

"Always," he replied. He kissed her, then tossed the covers aside. He grabbed his sweats, tossed her robe to her.

"I could make some hot cocoa," she suggested.

"That sounds good. I could go for a sandwich, too."

They padded to the kitchen. It was just after midnight, according to the clock on the stove. Casey gathered the ingredients for the cocoa, while Daniel made each of them a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. When the hot chocolate drinks were ready, they each carried a mug of the rich mixture and a sandwich into the office.

He shuffled notes around, organized two folders of images taken by the MALP and the UAV. Glanced over at Casey. She was staring at her book, but not reading. "Casey?"


"Do you need to talk?"

She tugged her lower lip between her teeth. Slowly nodded.

"C'mere," he said softly, holding out his hand.

She smiled, snuggled onto his lap. "They were holding me down. They wanted to…they were going to…" she shook her head. "But they never did. Why?"

"I don't know, Case."

"What was your dream…nightmare…about?"

He started, then smiled. "Lucky guess?"

One slender shoulder moved up and down. "I sort of heard you moan at one point," she replied.

He ran his free hand over his face. "I was standing in a…room. There were at least a dozen little kids there, boys and girls. All of them covered with blood, screaming, begging me to help them. And…I…I had no clue how to, or what to do."

"I thought that meditating today would…I guess I thought that it would take all of this away," she sighed.

"It helped, babe, it really did. We worked out what we needed to so that we could face each other, talk to each other. It helped us to deal with the harsh reality, the hard fact that there wasn't a damned thing we could have done. We're still going to deal with the memories. It won't be easy. But we'll get past this."

"I hope so."

"Jack is right, the sooner we go on another mission, the sooner we can leave this one behind us."

"If Doctor MacKenzie clears us for duty."

Daniel smiled. "Jack will talk to General Hammond. We'll be going on a mission day after tomorrow. I'll bet on it."

She leaned her cheek against his forehead. "I hope it's really, really boring."

"Me, too, Angel."

They sat for some time, just holding one another, giving and receiving comfort in the gentle caresses their hands made. Just before two a.m. Casey carried the mugs and plates to the kitchen to rinse them off. She made a trip to the bathroom, and followed Daniel back to bed. Wrapped in each others' arms, clinging to one another, they both drifted back to sleep. The nightmares that haunted them weren't quite as disturbing as before.

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