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A Taste of Things to Come
His hands were moving up and down her back, the soft skin beneath his fingertips setting him aflame all over again. "Thank you," he said softly.
"You're welcome," she replied, understanding what he was actually thanking her for. She crossed her arms over his chest, rested her chin on them, looked up into those beautiful blue eyes. "It's my job," she told him.
"I can't do mine without you, Angel," he replied. He had no doubt that guilt…the pain…the remorse…would have driven him insane. He knew that the memory of what he had done would always hurt. That the knowledge of what he was capable of doing would cause a bit of fear in those around him. Oh, his closest friends wouldn't let it show. Jack and Sam and Teal'c wouldn't treat him any differently. But he would be able to see in their eyes that they knew just how powerful he was…and the emotions that the knowledge would bring.
"Together, always," he repeated. He pushed his hips against her. "Ready for round two?"
"I thought you'd never ask," she said, smiling at him. She sat up. Lifted herself off his body far enough to take his hard shaft in her hand. With wicked smile, she planted one hand firmly on his shoulder, continued to stroke him, as she rubbed back and forth over him, her nether lips barely touching the throbbing tip. She watched as the blue of his eyes darkened, the anticipation that filled them.
She was going to tease him…and he loved it! He filled his hands with those beautiful breasts. Two could play at that game, and he knew that caressing her like this…tugging at those hard, rosy nipples…would send the flames higher in that slender body. He watched, mesmerized, as she began to take him in, one inch at a time, watching as those swollen, pink nether lips opened and slowly engulfed him. He sighed when those dark blonde curls tangled with his own, her hips pressed against his.
"Oh, yeah," she sighed.
"You feel so good," he whispered, just savoring the moment, the feeling of being inside her.
"I love the way you fill me," she whispered in reply. She too, savored the feeling. She sat still, examining every inch of her full well. So good…so very, very good. She couldn't resist, and began to massage him with the muscles deep inside. His sharp gasp made her smile.
His eyes drifted closed as she began to massage him, her body grasping him, holding him, milking him. Her hips were beginning to move back and forth, not much, but enough that they were both able to feel the sensations. Just last week he had begged her to bring him off with just those muscles, and the way she could control them. And she had. It had been spectacular. Something told him that tonight she would want more…that she would tease him, work him up until he was pounding into that sweet well.
She watched his face, the slight smile on his lips, the way his eyelids fluttered as she moved over him, around him. Her fingers toyed with his nipples. She smiled when his hands continued to move over her breasts.
"C'mere," he whispered, opening his eyes and looking up at her.
She leaned forward, watched as he raised his head to suckle, each breast getting his attention. Which was definitely adding to the fire that was burning. She continued to massage him, each throb of his shaft sending shivers up her spine.
He slid his hands from her breasts to her shoulder blades, put gentle pressure against her until she was lying on his chest. Their hips were moving together in an easy, pleasant rhythm…the gentle feelings of pleasure a prelude to the incredible ride they were about to take.
Once again the Fire was demanding more than the tender, gentle love they were making. His body was clamoring for that sweet release. Her hips continued to meet his every step of the way, pushing against him, demanding as much from him as he asked from her.
When he rolled them over, her arms and legs wrapped around him, held him tightly. She pressed her face against his shoulder as he began to move harder…faster…pushing deeper with each thrust.
"Oh, god, yes," she whispered, letting her head fall back, her eyes closed.
That soft whisper sent a shiver up his spine, the curve of her elegant neck calling to him, demanding his attention. He lowered his head and marked her, again…and again, the gasps and sighs she gave letting him know that he was pleasing her as much as he was pleasing himself.
She needed more…her hands slid down his back to his ass…she squeezed and caressed his buttocks, her hips grinding against him every time he thrust into her. More…just a bit more…
When she was riding him, hard and fast, he pushed into her, stayed still while she took what she needed…what she wanted… what the Fire demanded, her movements doing as much for him as they were for her. It didn't take long before his own body was making demands. He rose up on outstretched arms, began to pound into her. Not satisfied, he pulled himself up onto his knees, grabbed her hips and began to drive into her.
"Oh, yeah," she sighed, arching her back, pushing against him, maintaining contact with his body as much as possible. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer each time he tried to move away from her.
He reached down, took her hand, pulled her until she was sitting up on him, waited for her to wrap her arms around his neck. His hands went to her ass, and he began to lift her up and then shove her onto his aching cock. She was moving, using her arms and legs for leverage. The need wasn't as frantic as it had been on Saturday night when they had done this. But it was there just the same.
After a few minutes, and when they were both just seconds from their climaxes, Daniel shifted their position again, putting her back on the bed, and pounding into her. She could feel the shudder in his body just as her thighs began to quiver. The whimper she could never hold back filled her throat, and just as she cried out, her name was echoing around them. She could feel him throb and pulse as her orgasm washed over her.
The convulsions of her well around his throbbing cock made his climax harder…longer… caused his hips to jerk with each spasm that sent his love into her. He dropped down on her, gasping for breath, felt her wrap around him once again.
She pressed kisses against his neck, his throat, his shoulders, held him as their breathing returned to normal. "That was incredible," she whispered.
"Liked that, huh?" he grinned against the soft skin of her shoulder.
"Oh, yeah," she replied softly.
With a groan, he rolled to his back, his arms around her, holding her tightly. "Love you, Angel."
"Love you, too." She reached for the blankets, pulled them up, let him help her arrange them over their entwined bodies, then settled against his chest. "I'm glad the kids were able to make it through, so that we could…save…our future, their future," she said softly.
"It terrifies me to think of losing you."
"I know, Angel."
"I need you, Daniel."
"I need you, Case. It's all right, babe. It's over…taken care of. Nicholas told you that everything was okay, right?"
She nodded against his shoulder.
"Then it's okay. Let's get some sleep. We still have to find Penatil and take him out. He's still able to make those Kull warriors."
"Should be easier to get rid of him, now that he's been knocked down so far," she said softly.
"Who knows, by the time we get to the base tomorrow, maybe one of the other snakes will have taken him out," Daniel grinned.
She sighed. "And then we get to worry about that snake."
"Job security," he replied.
"I could do with a little less of that kind of security."
He frowned. During both of her other pregnancies she had voiced a desire to stay home. For him to work from the den, to concentrate on the piles of translations that littered his office in the mountain, and in the Center. He couldn't help but wonder if her hormones were the cause, or if they merely enabled her to vocalize her real desires. "Maybe things will calm down for awhile," he replied.
"Sleep, Angel. We have a lot to do tomorrow…today," he amended, glancing at the clock. He reached up and turned the small lamp off.
Another nod, and she closed her eyes.
He tightened his hold on her, stared into the darkness. They had saved the future. Taken the Committee to task for their interference. The cost had been high. Damned high. But they could all breath easier now, knowing that Penatil no longer had the notes from the NID and their Immortal experiments. Casey had been certain about that. One more freaking disaster diverted. What would they have to face next? He shook himself mentally. Facing those disasters, keeping the Innocents safe was their job. It was why he and Sam and Jack and Teal'c had been made Immortal. It was a damned important job. And there were times he'd like to just walk away from all of it. He sighed, closed his eyes. One day, he thought, one day I'm going to retire. That was the last thought on his mind as he drifted to sleep.
A A A A A A
Emily's birthday arrived, and the five-year-old was having the time of her life at the birthday party her parents had arranged at the park near their home. She and her two best friends, Evelyn O'Neill and Amy Talmage, were wandering around arm in arm, singing a song they had learned in school.
Casey watched her daughter. Thought of the beautiful young woman she had met. Hoped that she would never see the sadness, the anger…the fear, that had haunted Emily's eyes when she walked through the Stargate. She jumped slightly when arms went around her waist.
"She's something, isn't she?" Daniel asked proudly.
"Yes, she is," Casey replied softly. "The most amazing thing is that she's ours."
"I agree. We did good, Angel."
"We did very good," she said, leaning back against him. Trying to ignore the twinges she was feeling. Gasped when a sharp pain raced across her abdomen.
"Oh, god, Daniel," she whispered, her eyes wide. She began to feel lightheaded…it seemed that everything around her was beginning to spin. "Something's wrong…the baby…" Before she could explain further, she fainted in his arms.
"Oh, god," Daniel muttered. He looked around frantically. "Jack! Jack! We have to get Casey to the hospital!"
The general raced to his best friend's side, took in the situation at a glance. "I'll get the truck!"
Sam was running toward him at the same time, Erin and Aaron on her heels. "I'll call Mrs. Peterson," she said, as soon as she saw the look of fear in Daniel's eyes. There was no way that she was going to stay at home waiting for news. She'd done that when Daniel had been fighting his addiction to the drugs Betsy Harris had used on him, she'd nearly gone crazy with the need to be with her best friends. Never again.
By the time that Jack had pulled the truck to the gate of the park, the entire 'family' was aware that something was terribly wrong. Carly and Tessa set about getting the children ready to return home, Duncan agreeing to drive those whose parents weren't with them. Teal'c was taking the O'Neill girls and a frightened Emily and Nicholas to Mrs. Peterson's house. Erin had called Dr. Montigue, and he had instructed her to have the Jacksons meet him at Hope General. It was closer to where they lived than the base infirmary.
She hadn't regained consciousness by the time Jack pulled up to the Emergency Room doors, Daniel barely waited for the vehicle to stop before he flung open the door and jumped out, holding his wife tightly against his chest. She was just over four months pregnant. She'd only been two months pregnant when she'd had trouble with Nicholas, although Dr. Montigue continued to insist that it had been nothing more than a menstrual period. After fighting with The Others, all of the tests, including the sonogram, had shown nothing wrong…nothing at all out of the ordinary. His heart was racing with fear as he carried her into the brightly lit room. If she lost this baby, she would be absolutely devastated.
Dr. Montigue had alerted the staff of Mrs. Jackson's impending arrival. Two orderlies and a nurse were standing by, a gurney waiting.
Daniel gently laid her onto the bed, followed as they hurriedly wheeled her into one of the examining rooms. Watched as the nurse took her blood pressure, temperature, then began to undress her. When her jeans were pulled from her legs, a telltale blood stain in the crotch made him gasp. The nurse quickly prepared her for a sonogram. He stepped back when Dr. Montigue ran into the room, demanding to know vitals. Listened as the nurse recited the numbers, reported the apparent bleeding.
"What was she doing?" Dr. Montigue asked, tossing a look over his shoulder at the white faced young man who stood by the door.
"Emily's birthday party…we were at the park," Daniel replied hoarsely.
"Any strenuous activity?"
"No." Their love making earlier that morning had been gentle…sweet…fulfilling. Nothing wild about it. They hadn't been… overly enthusiastic…in several days. He began to worry. Had he done this? Was it his fault? That damned, insatiable need for her, that drove him to pound into her sweet, willing body night after night?
The sound of the baby's heartbeat filled the room. Dr. Montigue frowned. "Did she say anything before she fainted?"
"Just that something was wrong. She gasped, like she was in pain," Daniel replied. He listened to the steady beat of that tiny heart, grasping at the hope that it meant all was well.
"I'm not finding anything…" Dr. Montigue shook his head. "Has she been under a lot of stress lately?"
Daniel bit back the caustic reply that was on the tip of his tongue. She was an Immortal, on SG-1. She had just helped him fight renegade Others, for chrissakes! Had watched her husband destroy an entire planet! Had dealt with her children visiting from a future that had gone wrong. Of course she was under a lot of stress! "A bit," he replied.
"I need to do a pelvic," the doctor said. He pulled the curtain around the bed.
Again Daniel watched, as the nurse pulled the blood stained bikini panties from her hips, put her feet in the stirrups. Watched as the doctor donned gloves, pointed a bright light between his wife's legs and carefully examined her.
"I think we're seeing the same thing as we did with Nicholas," Dr. Montigue said finally. "The baby is fine. Everything appears normal. I'm going to keep her over night for observation. Then I want her to stay down for the next month. However, this time I want her to stay in bed. The only time she can be up is to shower and go to the bathroom. No baths. No penetration intercourse."
He nodded. Not a problem. He could take the shots if he had to. Keeping her down was going to be a challenge, however. Especially with Penatil still on the loose and capable of creating Kull warriors.
"I want to see her in two weeks, then again two weeks after that."
"Why is she unconscious?" Daniel asked.
"Her blood pressure is quite low. Has she eaten much today?"
He frowned, trying to remember what they'd had for lunch…had she even eat breakfast this morning? He remembered her fixing waffles…then she was running off to the Mercantile to get the balloons, and then back home to decorate the cake she had baked…"I don't think so."
Dr. Montigue nodded. "I'd say a combination of exhaustion, not eating, and then an attempted menses cycle have combined to just shut her down for awhile." He turned to the nurse. "Arrange for a private room for Mrs. Jackson."
The nurse nodded, and hurried out of the room.
Daniel had his arms wrapped around his waist, trying to protect himself from the fears, the guilt that began to flood through him. He should have insisted that she eat breakfast. He never should have let her take off alone, he thought. Tessa or Sam or Carly would have seen to it that she had lunch. He shook his head. The woman needed a freaking keeper! Yeah, his brain taunted him, since her husband can't seem to take care of her. He briefly closed his eyes, tried to push down the guilt that threatened to overwhelm him. Shut up, he growled. Just shut the fuck up!
"Why don't you go let your family know what's going on," Dr. Montigue said gently. "I'll let you know when she's settled in the room."
He nodded wearily, watched as the nurse put a hospital johnny on her, and an orderly returned to take her to the room that was being set up for her. He walked down the hallway, hands in his pockets, head down. Jack, Sam, and Aaron were pacing in the waiting room.
"Well?" Aaron asked, the first to see the young archaeologist walking toward them.
"She and the baby are okay. Guess this is the same thing as what happened when she was carrying Nicholas. They're going to keep her overnight for observation. Doctor Montigue wants her in bed for the next month."
Jack nodded. "No problem, Danny. You can work from home. I know there's a lot of translating that needs your attention."
"Thanks, Jack," he said gratefully.
Duncan was frowning. "Do you think it would be okay if I brought mission folders over, let her go over them? I hate to send anyone out blind."
Daniel grinned. "I think it would be fine. She'll probably insist on it. It's not going to be easy keeping her in bed."
Erin smiled. "No, it will not. But she will do so, because the life of her child is more important to her than her own discomfort."
"Or boredom," he grinned. "I'm sure she can use the time to update the database."
"Is she conscious?" Sam asked.
"Not when they took her to the room. She didn't eat breakfast, I have no clue if she ate lunch or not," he shook his head. "I swear that woman worries about everyone else, and totally ignores herself!"
"That is the way of those who have such giving hearts," Carly said quietly.
Dr. Montigue walked into the waiting room. "She's awake, and complaining about ruining her daughter's birthday party. I know you all want to see her. I'd prefer that you wait until tomorrow," he said to the group. "Tonight Daniel is the only one I want visiting her. I want her to remain as calm as possible." With a nod, he turned and left the room.
"We'll talk to you tomorrow," Jack said. He squeezed the younger man's shoulders. "Everything is okay, Space Monkey," he said softly.
"Yeah. For now," Daniel replied. He accepted hugs from Erin and Sam, Tessa and Carly. Erin assured him that the children would spend the night with their grandparents. He watched his friends…his family…leave, then hurried to the nurses station to find out what room she was in.
A A A A A A
She wiped the tears from her eyes when Daniel opened the door of the room and stepped in. "Hey, handsome," she said, forcing a smile.
"Hey gorgeous," he said softly. He perched on the side of the bed, wiped the tears from her cheeks. "He's okay, Angel. The baby is fine."
"I know, Dr. Montigue told me," she replied. "I ruined Emmie's party!"
"I doubt that," he replied. "It was winding down, Case. The invitation said one to four thirty. It was almost four."
Casey shook her blonde head. "Emily's fifth birthday, and I take a nosedive before the party is over."
"I don't think she's going to worry about it. She'll just be glad to know that her Mommy is okay," Daniel insisted. "You have to relax, Angel. Did Doctor Montigue tell you what happens when you get home?"
"Yes. I can't do it, Daniel! There is no way I can stay in bed for a month! There's laundry and the bathrooms have to be cleaned, and vacuuming, and I need to make more casseroles-"
"Casey, for the next month, you're not doing any of that. You'll stay in that bed if I have to tie you there. I'll be working from home, so don’t think you can just see me off and then sneak around."
"I hate the no sex part."
"No penetration intercourse."
She sighed. "At least you won't have to worry about withdrawal…or shots."
"I'm going to take the shots, babe. I don't want you…worked up. You're supposed to take it easy. And that is exactly what you're going to do."
"You won't last a week," she predicted smugly.
"Wanna bet?" he grinned.
"Okay, I won't last a week."
"That I'll believe," he teased.
She took a shuddering breath. "Hold me?"
"Thought you'd never ask," he replied softly. He shifted on the bed until he was lying beside her, put his arm around her shoulders and drew her close. "I want you to promise me something."
"What?" She settled against him, her head on his shoulder.
"Stop skipping meals. I don't care how busy you are. You take time to eat. Especially while you're pregnant."
She sighed. "It wasn't intentional."
"I promise," she said softly.
He held her while she slept, relieved to know that he wasn't to blame for what had happened, that once again her own body had decided to play tricks on her…on them. The baby was okay. She was okay. They would survive a month of her being confined to bed, and restricted to nothing more than oral pleasure. They had before.
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