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When Destiny Calls

Chapter 28

Daniel was still working on the translations, his glasses perched on the top of his head, a slight frown on his face as he carefully examined the photographs, compared them to the taped footage of the same area.

Casey stood at the door and watched him for a few minutes. He was completely oblivious to the world around him. She watched as he scribbled notes across the legal pad in front of him. The way the muscles in his arm flexed and tightened and relaxed. Wondered if that was what it looked like when he was touching her, caressing her.

He tossed the pen down, sat back and crossed his arms over his chest. This 'warning' only made him more determined to find just exactly what it was that the people of P7X 388 were hiding. All of the text he'd been able to translate so far indicated that there was some sort of weapon hidden in the ancient outpost. Jack would be thrilled to hear that. He took a deep breath. Sniffed again. Turned around to see her standing in the doorway watching him, a sexy little smile on her face. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Just a few minutes. You are so sexy when you're working," she said softly.

He felt the heat rise to his cheeks; his heart jumped and started pounding at her observation. "Sexy, huh?"

She walked into the room. "Very." She put her hands on his shoulders. Could feel the tightness around his neck. Her fingers began to work those weary muscles. "You’ve been sitting in here since I left, haven't you?"

"I got up when I nuked the rest of the lasagna," he admitted. The plate, crusty and dried, was sitting on one of the shelves beside him.

"Will you be working much longer?"

He glanced at the clock. It was just before one am. "Not much, I promise."

Casey understood that the work that Daniel did for the SGC was more than just important, it was literally life and death. If he couldn't find the answers they searched for, the clues they needed in defeating the Goa'uld, the entire planet was at risk. "Is it okay if I bring a book in here and read? I can just sit in the corner, I promise I won't bother you."

The simple request did two things. Made his heart jump for joy that she wanted to be near him, with him; and let him know that she was still not completely secure in their relationship, not yet 'home'. "I'd like that, Angel."

She nodded, leaned over him to grab the plate. "I'll be right back."

True to her word, a few minutes later she was back in the room, wearing a pair of flannel pajamas, a paperback romance in her hand. She'd already admitted her penchant for the steamy, 'dime-store' books. He glanced at the title. 'Passion's Mystery'. He grinned. She settled on the floor next to the desk. In that instant he decided to buy a small upholstered chair for that corner. So that she could sit in here with him whenever there was work that he had to do.

At two he turned off the computer. Looked into the corner to see her fast asleep, curled up into a ball, the book held limply in her hand. He knelt down, took the book and put it on his desk. Managed to get his arms around her and pulled her close. He pressed his lips against her forehead as he stood up, carried her in to their bed. She barely stirred as he fumbled to pull the covers back without putting her down. He put her on the bed, gently took the flannel pajamas off and let them hit the floor. He grinned when he thought about the discussion where she admitted, with flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes, that she liked sleeping naked with him, his skin against her own. Her smile had been so bright, so full of happiness…of love, when he admitted that he liked that as well. He pulled his clothes off and climbed in beside her. He hadn't finished adjusting the blankets over them when she began to curl around him, getting as close to him as she possibly could. Someday he'd tell her how much that meant to him. How it made him feel loved…needed…protective…warm. Happy. His last thought before sleep surrounded him was that he couldn't remember ever being this happy before in his life.

 

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Casey opened her eyes. Smiled. Like she did every morning when she woke up, now. Waking up in his arms was…heaven! Her head was on his shoulder, her arm around his waist. At some point in the night he'd managed to get his arm around her shoulders, and was holding her close. She gave a little sigh of contentment. Closed her eyes, began to contemplate what to make for breakfast. During the week, breakfast had been a hastily grabbed bowl of cereal, or a slice of toast in her case. She took a mental inventory of what was in the refrigerator. She was certain there was still ham left; she'd picked up more for her green beans and ham dish. Daniel had asked her to fix them with the meatloaf and au gratin potatoes she'd made. She'd never had the opportunity to cook like she was now, and she was having fun preparing all of the recipes she'd longed to try. Kelley had spent nearly every evening with her mother while the two had been roommates, and cooking for one person was just a drag. But now…Daniel shifted slightly beside her. She felt his manhood rise, harden, push against her arm. She slid her hand over his hip, wrapped it around that throbbing flesh and began to gently stroke him. He murmured something, shifted slightly again.

She glanced at his sleeping face. Pressed her lips against his chest. No reaction. She moved a bit, so that she could run her tongue over his flat brown nipple, doing so until it was as hard as her own. His arm moved slightly. She ran her tongue down the cleft between his pecs. That was definitely a shiver. She ran her fingers through the coarse, soft hair that surrounded his magnificent anaconda. That brought a soft moan. Another glance told her that his eyes were still closed. She had no idea if he was still asleep or not. She slid down, one hand wrapped around the base of his erection, the other began to caress his heavy balls. She took him as far into her mouth as she could.

It was amazing, getting a blowjob right here in the commissary, Daniel thought, watching Casey as she knelt between his legs. It was also damned amazing that they were both naked, and that so far no one seemed to notice their lack of clothing or the fact that his fiancée was sucking him off. Oh, god, she did that so damned well!

Casey shifted her body again, pushed gently against his leg until he moved, so that she could kneel between his thighs. She moved her mouth up and down, using her tongue to tease the underside of the head. His hips jerked slightly. The reaction pleased her, so she did it again. She moved down, keeping her tongue pressed against him as she moved all the way back up. Licking him like a lollipop, she moved around the girth, tasting, teasing every inch of him. That was a moan!

Daniel began to move up out of sleep, clinging to the thought that he was in the commissary with Casey, and that she was giving him one of her incredible blowjobs. He opened his eyes. Grinned when he saw the blonde head moving between his legs. "Do it, Angel, take me there," he whispered, his voice a bit raspy from sleep.

Without stopping what she was doing, not even changing rhythm, Casey looked up into blue eyes filled with love…a bit of lust…and some amusement. She winked at him, then closed her eyes and continued to make love to him. Velvet and steel, her mind told her. Her own body was demanding some attention. A glance at the clock told her that after she fixed breakfast, Eggs Benedict she'd decided, and they'd showered, it would be time for their appointment with the wedding planner. Making love with Daniel was never something rushed. She'd learned, in fact, that he was incapable of 'quickies'. For him, that was thirty minutes. When she'd asked Janet if that was indeed the amount of time a 'quickie' took, the doctor and Sam had both stared at her open mouthed.

When she moved up and slid that hot, tight, wet well down over his aching cock, Daniel moaned with pleasure. His hands went to those beautiful breasts while she moved up and down on him. No doubt about it, he'd awakened a very passionate woman the night he'd made love to Casey for the first time. She made love the way she seemed to do everything - with all of her heart, with enthusiasm…and sheer delight. He was still convinced that her ultimate goal was to kill him. There are worse ways to go, he thought, his eyes rolling back in his head as she started using those muscles to hold and massage every inch of his shaft. He could feel her fingers moving between them, stimulating that hard, swollen little clit. He moved one hand from her breasts, pushed her fingers away and began to caress her gently.

She let her head drop back as fingers of pleasure moved up and down her spine, through her belly, emanating from her very center. Daniel knew her body well, knew exactly how and when to touch her to set off mind blowing orgasms. He pulled her forward with his free hand, she leaned down so that he could suckle at her breasts. The added stimulation made her moan softly. She caressed his jaw with her fingers as he moved his mouth from one nipple to the other.

He knew what he wanted. Knew what his body needed. He put his arms behind her, pulled her close, and rolled them over. Her arms were around his shoulders, her legs around his waist before he was fully settled over her. He started moving, slowly at first, until the passion…the need…demanded more. The rhythmic thumping of the headboard against the shelves filled the room, lent audible accompaniment to the primitive beating of his heart. He lowered his lips to her throat, found the pulse that matched his own. The quiver of her thighs told him she was almost there. That sweet whimper echoed around him, her back arched, she tightened her hold on him…and cried out his name.

She was sailing above the clouds, reaching for the stars, lights and colors spinning around her, through her. "Daniel," she sighed, as her body relaxed back onto the mattress. Above her Daniel had sped up his movements, pushing deep and hard with every thrust. Her hips continued to meet his step for step. "Love me, Daniel, fill me," she whispered, her fingers moving over his chest.

Sweet whispers that burned his brain sent him pounding into her, past the point of no return. He could feel his climax building, that incredible hot feeling moving from his belly to his balls. She was using those muscles again, and it was all that was needed to send him flying over the edge of the cliff into the precipice, his body throbbing deep inside hers. He cried out her name at the same moment he began to fill her. He dropped down on her, felt her wrap around him like a soft warm blanket.

"Good morning," she said, smiling against his shoulder.

"Good morning," he replied. Grinned into the pillow. Best damned wake-up call he'd ever had in his life!

"If you let me up, I'll go fix breakfast," she said softly.

He rolled to his back, keeping her with him. "I'll let you up in a minute. I just want to hold you," he replied. Wrapped his arms tighter around her as she snuggled closer.

"I love you."

Her voice was soft…shy. As if she still wasn't sure she should say anything. As if she was afraid that by saying the words she'd send him running in the other direction. "I love you too, Angel." His Angel. The woman who'd saved him from a long, dark life of loneliness. When she gave a soft little sigh, it was enough to send his heart soaring again.

"Daniel?"

"Hmm?"

"Have you…well, did you think about what I asked you last night?"

He frowned, trying to remember what they'd talked about, before she'd started getting ready for her night out…oh, yeah. She was concerned about spending too much money. Again. This time for the wedding. He intended for her to have the wedding of her dreams. "We'll see when we get there," he replied.

She raised up, folded her arms and put them across his chest, rested her chin on them so that she could look at him. "It's better to go into a place like that with a specific budget in mind. Otherwise things can get out of hand."

There was no way to hold back his laugh. "I doubt that will happen."

The frown that crossed her face made him laugh harder. "I could just go all gold-digger on you, ya know!"

"That'll be the day!" His bladder was announcing that it needed to be emptied. He hated to let her move away from him, she was soft and warm, and she smelled so sweet…"Let me up babe. I need to go."

She kissed his chin, slid away from him, grabbed her robe and headed for the bathroom. She'd wipe up just a bit before heading into the kitchen to make coffee and breakfast. As soon as she had the coffee maker going, she found her purse, which was still on the table, dug out the receipts from the night before.

"So, what's for breakfast?" he asked, walking into the kitchen, scratching his bare chest absently.

"I thought I'd try Eggs Benedict," she replied. She shyly handed the credit receipts to him. "I know you kept the others, I just wasn't sure where."

"I have an envelope for them. One for each month. I dump them all in there, check them against the bill when it comes, then shred them," he replied. There was a slip from O'Malley's, and from Little Joe's. One glass of Merlot at each place. He frowned. "Did you have fun last night?"

Her eyes lit up. "It was great! Sam and Janet take turns paying for munchies, and it was Sam's turn last night. Next time we go out it will be my turn," she said proudly.

He couldn't help but grin. "So did you do any dancing?"

She shook her head. There was no way she'd ever dance with anyone other than Daniel. It just wouldn't be…proper…for her to do otherwise. "O'Malley's was dead, so we went to Little Joe's. The band was good, but it wasn't really music to dance to. Four guys came over to the table for a little bit, one of the guys sat down beside me and tried to put his arm around me. I kept scooting toward the wall; finally Sam and Janet told them we needed to use the ladies room, and when we came back, I sat on the inside of the booth with Sam.

Daniel was sure that whoever the guy had been, that seating arrangement had not been to his liking. It was, however, proof that Janet and Sam would take care of his precious Angel when she was with them.

"Cassie called Janet to let her know that she was home, and Janet wanted to be there for her. Something about nightmares."

He frowned. Had hoped that all that had happened with Nirrti four months ago was no longer haunting the young teen. "I'm glad you had a good time."

"Oh, I did!" She had her favorite cookbook out, was gathering the ingredients and utensils, pans and bowls in order to make breakfast. She read through the recipe. Went to the refrigerator for the butter and lemon juice, grabbed the ham as well. "Can you slice some of this really thin?"

"I can try," he said, grabbing the cutting board that had belonged to her grandmother. It was big, and showed the scars from years of use. He'd offered to get her a new one, but she insisted that she preferred this one. Only fruits, vegetables, breads and cooked meats were allowed on it, she informed him, and she washed it carefully after every use. It had become his habit to watch her as she worked; watching those soft, slender hands prepare a meal for him. A thought that always made his breath catch in his throat, his heart hammer against his ribs.

She glanced over at him, watched for just a second as he carefully sliced thin pieces of ham. Never would she have dreamed that life could be this warm, this wonderful. She'd never even thought about being with a man who would enjoy spending time in the kitchen with her, helping her cook, even helping her clean up afterwards. The peace, the happiness that filled her was so new - so totally unexpected - that she felt her heart tighten in her chest.

When he'd finished with the task at hand, Daniel took the blender from its place in the cabinet. Grinned when he noticed that she kept shoving the protein mix to the back of the pantry, as if trying to hide it. He knew that she hated the drink, but his concern for her outweighed his desire to make her completely happy on the issue. She'd discovered that eating a little bit after drinking the shake helped combat the nausea. So he made sure that she drank the protein drink, and then had at least a slice of toast. When the shake was ready, he took a Ranitidine and a Centrum vitamin from their respective bottles. "Here babe," he said softly.

The coffee was ready, and he poured two mugs full of the black, rich brew. Added milk and sugar to one. Watched her crinkle her nose at the smell and tasted of the protein drink. She always downed it as quickly as possible. He frowned. Could that be part of the reason it made her nauseous? "Case, don't drink it as fast today. I know you hate it, but try to drink it a bit slower. Just a few sips at a time."

"Why?"

"I just want to see if you'll feel sick afterwards. You can even sip your coffee in between if you want," he cajoled.

With a nod, she took a few sips, downed the pills, then took a mouthful of coffee to kill that awful taste. She continued to cook, sipping on the shake every few minutes. Gawds, there can't be anything worse than this stuff, she thought miserably. More coffee. Oh, yeah, that helped! Nasty damned aftertaste! It didn't take long to have the sauce ready, the ham warmed quickly, the English muffins were toasted, and the eggs cooked equally fast. She finished off the shake, drained the mug of coffee to rinse her mouth, filled both mugs again before she assembled the Eggs Benedict.

Daniel sat down to eat, eager to take that first bite. Yep. It was terrific. "You are an excellent cook, Casey," he said, reaching out to take her hand.

She lowered her eyes, felt the warmth in her cheeks that let her know that she was blushing. "Thank you. It's no big deal. If you can read, you can cook," she murmured.

He fought back the urge to argue with her. Someday he'd help her to see what a beautiful, talented woman she really was. "You're welcome. This is really good, Angel."

The clock on the wall struck the hour. "I need to rinse a few things out before I take my shower," she said, gathering the plates when they'd finished eating.

"Okay. I can do this," he said, nodding at the cluttered kitchen.

"No, I'll do it," she insisted.

He caught her by the shoulders, let his hands slide down to hers. Pulled them up against his chest. It hadn't taken him long to figure out how she thought. The fact that those amazing green eyes told him more than her words had helped. "Casey, you don't have to earn your keep around here. I love you. You're my Wife. I can clean up the kitchen. Go take care of whatever it is that you need to take care of."

So generous! So sweet…and gentle…and kind…She shivered, raised up to put a soft kiss on his lips. "I love you, too."

He smiled as he watched her walk down the hallway, the sway of her hips sending messages to his brain that were better ignored right now. He began to whistle as he loaded the dishwasher, just the way she'd taught him. She'd been surprised to learn that he'd never used the thing. He didn't eat at home often enough to dirty a full load of dishes...before Casey had entered his life, he hadn't even owned enough dishes to be considered a full load! So he always just wiped out whatever he'd used and let them drain in the sink.

The sound of his whistling did funny things to her insides. She smiled as she filled 'her' sink with cold water, added a capful of Woolite. She carefully rinsed the panties and bras she'd worn during the week. When the water ran clear of any soapy suds, she carefully squeezed as much water from the delicate, lacy items as she could, arranged them over the plastic 'tube' hangers she'd brought into the bathroom with her, and then put the hangers on the shower curtain rod that spanned the alcove where the jetted tub sat. The burgundy and white curtains softened the edges of that alcove, added warmth to the room. She was still in awe of the fact that Daniel hadn't blinked an eye at the price.

A trip back into the bedroom to get clean undies, she took her robe off and hung it on the back of the door beside his. Something else that always made her feel as if she had butterflies in her stomach. Seeing her robe beside his…it felt so…right! She turned the water on in the shower. A quick look in the mirror to check her eyebrows…she'd slipped in and performed her 'maintenance' on Wednesday night, while Daniel had been busy working in his office. She sighed. She'd have to do it again tomorrow. Well, he was bound to find out about it sometime, she supposed. Maybe he'd get involved with work, or watching a program on the History Channel. She only needed fifteen minutes, twenty at the most. With another sigh, she stepped into the shower. Heard the door open, knew that he'd be with her in just minutes.

He pulled his sweats off, tossed them into the hamper. Looked at the lacy little things that were hanging to dry. Definitely a woman living here! He wanted to shout and laugh…and bring the whole damned male population of Cheyenne Mountain on a tour. Let them deal with that! he thought gleefully. Daniel wasn't a prude. Nor did he believe in judging people by the way they looked, what they believed… or who they chose to sleep with. Hearing the rumors that he was gay had been a blow to his ego. Not because he had anything against homosexuality. It was just that he was straight. And it bothered him that he could be so easily…tagged…as being gay. And right or wrong, most people viewed being 'gay' as being less than a man. He examined that thought for a moment. Came to the conclusion that the idea of being 'gay' wasn't as bothersome as the idea of not being seen as a man. He watched her as she ran her hands over her body, getting that smooth skin nice and wet. Felt his body respond. In her arms, he didn't have to worry about any of that shit. None of it bothered him. He smiled, opened the door to the shower and stepped in behind her.

"Mmm, my own personal back washer," she said, leaning back against him.

"And anything else that needs special attention," he teased.

She turned around in his arms. "Not this time, Stud Muffin. We have just enough time to get showered and to our appointment."

"Not even a taste?" he pouted playfully.

"Daniel, we don't have thirty minutes. You can't make love in less than thirty minutes," she said. "Which, by the way, is not a quickie!"

He laughed. "Talked to Sam and Janet, did you?"

"Yep. Have you ever been able to make love in less than thirty minutes?"

He thought about the sexual encounters he'd had over the course of the years. Only one instance stood out in his mind, as much as it could. The encounter with Kegan. He didn't think it had lasted more than ten minutes. He hadn't been with a woman for over a year when Kegan had grabbed him, pushed him against the wall, stroked him until he was hard, and mounted him then and there. He'd been surprised, and when he'd tried to kiss her, hold her, she'd turned her head. She'd wanted one thing from him. He'd changed their positions, put her back against the wall, and fucked her hard and fast. That had not been making love, however. "Nope."

She giggled. "You're an amazing man, Stud Muffin. If word ever gets out about you, I'll have to carry a baseball bat to keep the women away from you!"

His eyes widened. "I doubt that."

"I don't. You're what every woman wants in a man, Daniel. You're gorgeous, built like Adonis…no, more like one of the gods…you're sweet, and kind, and gentle, and generous, and you make love like every woman dreams of being made love to. I never believed a man like you existed, not really. Men that incredible only exist in the pages of novels, usually romance novels," she said softly, running her fingers over his shoulders, to his neck and back down again. "When the Goddess made you, She took every dream, every fantasy that every woman has ever had, and created you."

His heart was pounding. His soul was soaring so high he wasn't sure it would ever come down again. The look of love in her eyes was enough to knock him to his knees. How he managed to stay on his feet he had no clue. "Wow," he said softly.

"We really have to move it," she said, her voice still soft.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulled her close and held her tightly. Years of feeling inadequate, of feeling like a total geek, seemed to just drop away as she clung to him. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, too," she whispered in reply.

When she shifted in his arms, he let her step away, watched for a minute or two as she lathered her 'scrunchy' and washed that beautiful body. He took it from her hand, gently washed her back and her hips. When he lathered his washcloth, she did the same for him. She'd clipped her hair up out of the way, exposing that long, elegant neck, and he couldn't resist kissing it. Several times. She shivered every time his lips came in contact with her skin.

"Daniel," she said in a warning tone, although her eyes were shining with love…and laughter.

"What?" He was trying hard not to grin.

"Don't start."

"Don't start what?"

"You're impossible sometimes!"

He was grinning now.

"Keep it up, and there will be no stripping, no lap dance tonight."

His mouth went completely dry. "Say what?"

She smiled at the look of pure lust that filled his eyes. "I told you that I was going to do something special, for everything you've done for me, given me."

Yeah, she had told him that. He'd suffered the same reaction then. All the blood in his body was in one place.

She sighed. "Guess I'd better take care of this, huh?" She turned him so that the water was running down his back, slid to her knees, her hands roaming up and down his legs, her mouth around the head of his engorged erection.

He closed his eyes. His hips jerked when her tongue began to move around him, flickering…dancing over that sensitive skin. That had to be illegal somewhere! Nothing that felt that incredible, that good could be legal! Her hands were wrapped around the base of his cock and his balls, and she was moving her mouth up and down on him, taking in as much of him as she could.

Casey was a fast learner. She knew exactly where to touch him, how much pressure to apply, when to increase the speed of her movements. She looked up at him, pulled her mouth away from him. "I want to watch," she said softly.

"Watch what?" he asked breathlessly, trying to push his aching cock back into her mouth.

"I want to watch you come, please?"

Oh, hell! How damned erotic would it be to watch his come hitting her face…her neck…her breasts, he thought. Which made him harder than ever. "Do it," he whispered. She smiled, stuck her tongue out and moved it around and around his cock. He was going to lose his mind!

He was totally turned on, she could see it in his eyes. She went back to making love to him, watching him watch her. He was breathing harder as she teased him, licking him like a lollipop. When she wrapped her lips around the head and sucked hard, taking as much of him as she could, her hand moving up and down on what she couldn't take, he gasped, grabbed her head with both hands and moaned. She smiled a secret smile knowing that she was giving him pleasure. When he was throbbing hard and fast, she let him fall out of her mouth, wrapped both hands around him and began to stroke him. She could feel him swell, watched the head turn purple…he was ready. So was she. When the first spurt of that precious white love erupted, her eyes went wide. It landed on her cheek, ran down to her jaw. The second and third she almost caught in her mouth, both adding to the viscous white fluid that covered her face. The fourth one she did catch, her tongue wiping her lips. She continued to caress him gently, milking every last drop from him before she leaned forward and licked him clean.

Sweet Jesus I've died and gone to Heaven! He had his own Angel, and she was the most sensual, incredible woman he'd ever known! He watched as his semen hit her face, watched as she tried to catch it in her mouth, successfully once. When she ran her fingers through the warm fluid, licked them off, he thought for sure he was going to start coming all over again!

She stood up, smiled at him, took the washcloth from the hook. He was still breathing hard, his eyes wide and full of love. Her smile widened when he took the cloth from her hand and gently cleaned her off. "That was amazing. I've never seen a man do that before."

"Liked it, did you?" he asked, a smile on his own face.

"Mmmhmm." A sudden thought crossed her mind, made her drop her eyes, pull her lip between her teeth. What if that was something slutty?

He knew that look…recognized it in an instant. Guilt. Fear. "Case?"

"Was that…did I…it wasn't…wrong…was it?"

He moaned softly, pulled her into his arms. "Nothing that we do together to please each other is wrong, Angel. Nothing. What happens between us is nobody else's business. It's not for anyone else to judge. If we're happy, if we like it, then it is never, ever wrong."

"Did it…please you?"

He chuckled. "You couldn't tell?"

She giggled softly. "I have so many things I want to try…"

Daniel laughed out loud. "You did a lot of…research…on the subject, didn't you?"

"That's as far as I ever went, just…reading," she said, her cheeks flushed.

"Well, I'm glad that you did. Anything you want to try, honey, is fine with me. I've never been with a woman as sensual as you are, as willing to try new things. I have a fantasy or two of my own," he admitted.

"Whatever you want, Daniel, I'll do whatever you want." She paused, pulled her lip between her teeth, looked up at him. "Well, there's one thing I won't do," she said softly.

"And what would that be?"

"I'll never allow anyone else to touch me. So if one of your fantasies is me with another woman, I'm sorry, but I just won't be able to do it. I don't want any other woman touching you either," she said softly.

The thought of bringing a woman, or a man for that matter, to their bed had never crossed his mind. He knew that he was too possessive, too jealous over her to let anyone else touch her. "Casey, I would never do that to you. I don't want anyone in my bed but you. I won't share you. I don't want anyone else touching you, or me. I belong to you. You belong to me. That doesn't leave room for any other person." Her smile was beautiful…radiant.

"I love you," she said.

"I love you, too, Angel," he replied. "Let me make you feel good."

"We don't have time," she whispered. "Later. I promise I'll dance for you. We'll make love then."

"Aren't you a bit worked up?"

She was. Very worked up. Making love to him orally always made her feel as if she could come just tasting him, feeling him. "A little bit," she admitted.

"Relax, Angel, let me pleasure you," he whispered. He wreathed her face with his hands, began to kiss her. God how he loved kissing her! She gave him everything with each kiss, every stroke of her tongue against his told him how much she loved him. He took his time, tasting her, caressing her, his tongue dancing with hers. He'd already learned the little signals that told him when she was ready for more, for his caresses, his touch. He let his hands move down to those tantalizing breasts, wrapped his fingers around them, thrilled at how they fit his palms perfectly. He concentrated on pleasing her, ignoring the fact that his own body was beginning to react to the feel of her skin beneath his fingers, the taste of her on his tongue.

Every touch sent messages of desire, of pleasure to her brain, created such a need in her that she moaned softly from its intensity. It amazed her how well he knew her body, in such a short amount of time. Of course, they'd spent a considerable amount of time in bed, in one another's arms, taking each other higher and higher, curling each other's toes over and over again. When his mouth closed around an aching nipple, she sighed. His fingers slipped between her thighs as he suckled, stroking her, caressing her.

He closed his eyes, wanting only to taste her, smell her, feel her sweet flesh in his mouth. Her nipples were hard and he loved the way they felt against his tongue. She was hot and wet, obviously what she'd done for him had turned her on as well. How amazing was that? She was already breathing hard, he didn't think it'd take much to send her over the edge. He slid his hands over her hips, began to knead the firm globes of her ass while he licked and kissed her belly, teased her navel, thrust his tongue in and out of it. Her hands were in his hair, holding him close. He so loved when she did that!

When he gently pushed one hand against her thigh, she shifted her legs farther apart for him. Moaned when he began to lick her, shivered when he pushed his tongue into her, could feel the tremors that signaled she'd come. The man had the most talented tongue in the world, she was sure of it! Surely no one else was able to do the things that he was able to do with his! She felt his fingers slide into her, the rhythm he set up making her hips move back and forth automatically. When he was teasing her aching clit, he slipped a finger into her ass, the stimulation enough to make her cry out. Both of his hands were stroking her, his mouth was clamped down on her, his tongue driving her crazy.

He felt the quiver of her thighs against his arm. Took that swollen little nub as deep into his mouth as he could, sucked hard and teased it with his tongue all at once. That whimper filled her throat, her body began to tremble, her hips pushed against him, and she cried out, her hands pressed against the walls in an effort to stay on her feet. He smiled to himself as her well convulsed around his fingers, the honey pouring into his hand. He partook again, that sweetness too tempting to ignore. His hands went to her hips, held her steady as she continued to shiver.

"We have got to get ready to go," she whispered.

"I know," he replied, standing to his feet. They quickly washed one another, Casey noting that the water was beginning to run cold. Okay, so an hour was the limit for the hot water heater, he thought, a grin on his face.

They dried quickly, pulled on their clothes. Teeth were brushed, and Casey brushed out her hair and put on what makeup she wore while he shaved. He glanced at his watch. They might be a few minutes late. Not more than ten, he figured. And it had been damned well worth it!

 

 

 

Fifteen minutes later they were pulling out of the parking garage. She took a deep breath. They were on their way to meet with a wedding planner. As in a woman who planned weddings. Who would be helping them plan their wedding. Casey began to tremble. Her wedding! She was getting ready to plan her wedding! Wedding! Getting married! I do, forever and ever! Oh, goddess!

Daniel looked over at her as they waited for the light to change to green at Baker and 21st Street. Her eyes were wide, and her cheeks were pale. "Casey? Are you all right?"

"Wedding," she murmured.

"What?"

"We're going to plan a wedding…our wedding…get married," she stammered.

He took her hand, lifted it to his lips, kissed her fingers. "That's the idea, yeah."

"Oh, Daniel, are you sure? You really want to go through with this? I couldn't take it if you paid for all of this, and then changed your mind! You're sure?" Her voice was shaking nearly as much as her body.

He looked around, found a parking spot, pulled into it. He turned to face her, wrapped her chin in his hand. "I'm more sure about this than I have ever been about anything in my life. I love you, Casey. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want everyone in the world, in the universe, to know that you belong to me. I want you to have my name, my babies…share my life with me."

Tears welled up in her eyes, one spilled over, rolled down her cheek. "I love you so very much," she whispered.

"I love you, too, Angel." He reached out, brushed that lone tear away. "Forever, Case, I want forever with you. I want you…us…to have the wedding you've always dreamed of. Okay?"

She nodded.

He smiled, kissed her fingers again, then turned to look behind him as he backed out of the parking space.

How could she tell him that she'd never allowed herself to even dream of such a thing? That she had determined when she was in college that she'd never find Mr. Right, never find him…never dared to dream of such happiness? How could she tell him that she had no clue where to even begin?

Follow your heart.

Casey looked over at him as he drove. Love so deep, so strong washed over her that in that moment she'd have done anything asked of her to stay by his side. She watched his arms. When she was in his arms, everything was so right! She closed her eyes. This was what he wanted. What she wanted. What they wanted. She smiled. She was going to get married!

THE END


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