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Love to the Rescue
Casey looked up into blue eyes, smiled as the man slowly unlaced the bustier. "What is your name?" she whispered.
"Wade," he whispered in return. "And yours, my lady?"
She had to think for a minute, her brain foggy. "Casey."
"Casey, that’s a beautiful name," he whispered. His hand pulled the lace free, dropped it to the floor. Pushed the leather open, exposing her breasts. He leaned forward and kissed her nipples, sucked them gently. He looked into her eyes. "You have a beautiful body, my lady. Why hide it with all of these unnecessary clothes?" He moved to kneel in front of her.
"Um…" she was still staring into his eyes. His gaze never left hers as he gently pulled her boots from her feet. He kissed her instep, sucked her toes, watched as the green of her eyes darkened with desire. Her pants were next, he had them off her hips before she knew what he was doing. The bustier fell off behind her when she lifted her body up for him to rid her of the pants.
His touch was…pleasing…arousing even…but something wasn’t…right. She should be out of control by now…but she wasn’t. He moved up beside her, lowered his lips to her shoulder, kissed her throat, her jaw, captured hers in a kiss. His hands caressed her breasts, his fingers tugging at her hard nipples.
Daniel watched, unable to tear his eyes away, his anger burning hotter with every passing second. He understood that Casey wasn’t exactly aware of what she was doing. Hell, he’d been in the same situation a couple of days ago. But understanding didn’t stop it from hurting. He watched the man move over her, watched her wrap her slender legs around his hips. With a growl, he rose to his feet. He wasn’t even aware of calling the up the Fire. The screen in front of him shattered as he threw a ball of blue light at it. He stared at the lock on the cell door, then raised his hand. It exploded in a flash of light and smoke. When Thin Man came running down the narrow passage, Daniel raised his hand again, sending the man flying backwards, rendering him unconscious.
He located Jack, opened his cell door, then ran for the door at the end of the room. They found themselves in another hallway, neither of them knowing which way to go. His body on fire with anger and frustration, and not a little fear, he raced down the corridor in the direction he remembered coming, not bothering to see if Jack was behind him or not.
He could smell the smoke, followed it to a door near the ‘office’ where his ‘inspection’ had taken place. He yanked it open. His vision narrowed, until all he saw in the room was a black haired man moving, thrusting, on top of his Wife. He raised his hand, startled when Jack grabbed his wrist.
"Don’t do it, Daniel. You could hurt Casey. Do it the old fashioned way," Jack said softly. He turned on his heel and grabbed the man who was on top of Sam.
Daniel ran across the room, grabbed the man by the shoulder and the hair on top of his head. "Get off my Wife!" he growled, and pulled the man backwards.
Unprepared for such an assault, the man fell to his side. He looked up into the face of his attacker, stared for a few seconds. Then rose to his feet, swinging at the blonde man as he did so.
Daniel had learned hand-to-hand combat from Jack. He backed up, waited for his opponent to make the next move.
Casey looked from one face to the other. The haze was beginning to fade. Adrenaline was starting to flow. Daniel! That was Daniel! Oh, thank god, he was safe! He was here…how did he get here?…good lord, did he look pissed! What was going on…and just where the hell were her clothes? Her Quickening continued to lessen the effects of the drugs on her system. She found her cape, pulled it around her naked body, then reached out for her husband as he lifted his hand. "No, my heart, please! He had no more choice than I had, or…you had," she said softly. "Sam?" she asked, not bothering to turn around.
"What?" Her voice sounded confused.
"Get your cape, grab Jack and let’s get the hell out of here!"
"Right. Let’s go!"
Casey grabbed the tiny communication device from the collar of the cape. "Thor, get us out of here!"
In a blinding flash of light, the four Immortals found themselves on Thor’s ship.
Her senses cleared now, Casey pulled the cape tighter around her slender frame. She lowered her eyes to the floor. Felt a familiar hand raise her face. She looked up into his beautiful blue eyes, her own filled with tears. "I’m so sorry," she whispered.
"You were drugged, babe. Nothing to be sorry about," he whispered in reply. He lowered his head and kissed her. Yes! his mind cried. Yes! This is right!
Heedless of the fact that by doing so the cape fell open to expose her body, Casey raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck, one hand finding its way into his hair. She kissed him back, pouring her love, her passion, into every stroke of her tongue against his.
He broke way, looked down, smiled, and pulled the cape back around her. "Sorry you left those clothes there," he said softly. "You looked hot in them." He could see the confusion in her eyes. "There were view screens in each cell. We saw it all," he explained.
She lowered her head, leaned against his chest. "Daniel, I’m so sorry! We managed to get in, even saw you in your cells…cameras there, too. I should have known when she said her name not to drink or eat anything!"
"What was her name?"
Daniel frowned. He turned around, looked at Thor. The small alien nodded. "Hello, Thor. And thanks."
"Greetings, Doctor Jackson. And you are welcome."
"Thor, that planet down there wouldn’t be Dracia, would it?"
"Yes, Doctor Jackson, it is," Thor replied.
"Damn! It was a set-up from the very beginning!"
Casey looked up and smiled. "Told you something was wrong."
He smiled back at her, kissed the tip of her nose. "Yeah, you did."
"The Phoenix has sent a message. It seems that about thirty minutes after Mrs. Jackson was able to get our engines online, theirs began working again. I have communicated that you are on board and safe, and that I will return you to Gamma."
Casey frowned. Something was still poking at the back of her brain. Whatever it was wouldn’t stay still long enough for her to focus on it. Eventually, she thought. I’ll figure it out eventually.
"I don’t suppose you could whip us up some clothes," Jack said, tugging at the tunic that he wore.
"As a matter of fact, O’Neill, I had the Phoenix transport over your clothes when your wives came on board. I anticipated such a need," Thor replied.
"Thor, buddy, we owe you one!" Jack's relief was obvious, as was Daniel's.
Twenty minutes later, dressed in BDUs, the four members of SG-1 met again with Thor on the bridge of his ship.
"What about Tony?" Casey asked.
Daniel shook his head. "He was taken with the very first group. If he had been there and heard us talking to each other, he would have called out."
They had already learned that the Marines who had gone through the gate to Dracia had met heavy fighting, and had been forced to return immediately. The facts they had weren’t adding up.
"Okay, Silicone-" Jack started.
"Seleconne," Daniel corrected.
"Whatever. That little runt set us up. Asked for us specifically. Drugged us, got us screwed -"
"Literally," Casey said, unable to resist.
"Yeah, thanks for the reminder," Jack said, his voice tight.
"Sorry. Just remember, you weren’t the only ones it happened to," she replied softly.
"Which Goa’uld would be in on this?" Sam asked. She slipped her hand into her husband’s.
Casey’s eyes went wide. The poking in her brain stopped as the answer thundered across her conscious mind. "The only one besides Anubis who ever had access to Kull warriors."
Daniel and Jack exchanged a look. "We killed him, Case. Major Parker shot the bastard, then we blew the ship," Daniel said.
"Well, Ba'al got away somehow! That Kull soldier was looking specifically for you. I guess Tony was taken because they thought they could really make a profit with him. Or for some reason Ba’al has a hate-on for him, too. We have got to find Tony!" Casey said.
"Thor, is there anywhere else where men would be taken for…well…" Jack asked.
"No, O’Neill. There is nowhere else that deals in such trade. However it is possible that Sergeant Sabotti was taken to serve whoever it is that seems to be helping Ba’al," Thor replied.
"Any ideas who that could be?" Daniel asked.
"We are checking our sources even now," Thor said. "I have contacted Selmak of the Tok’ra, to see what intelligence they may have on the matter." Thor looked at the four Tau’ri that sat around the table. "I suggest that you all get some sleep. None of you have rested well in the past forty-eight hours. I have arranged quarters for you."
The Immortals stood when Thor did, followed the small alien down a corridor. The rooms were side by side, each having one large bed, and a private bathroom.
"I hope the accommodations are to your liking. I had them put in just a few weeks ago. I had anticipated working together, and believed that it would be to your benefit if you had quarters that were suited to your needs."
"Sweet! Thanks, Thor!" Jack said.
"You are quite welcome, O'Neill. Sleep now. Perhaps when you wake, we will have more answers to our questions." Thor turned and walked away.
Casey stepped towards Sam, hugged her tightly. "Let it all go, girlfriend," she whispered.
With a smile and a wave, Casey turned and followed Daniel into the room. She sat down on the edge of the bed, watched as he closed and locked the door. She felt…nervous. She hadn’t witnessed his…infidelity. He had seen hers in full living color. The fact that both of them had been drugged circled in her head. She looked down at her hands, her fingers pressed together to keep them from trembling. Waited for him to start yelling at her…something he had never done before…but that she felt she richly deserved!
He leaned back against the door, folded his arms in front of his chest. Better to find out now, so that he could move straight to begging for her forgiveness. "So how pissed at me are you?"
Her head flew up, her green eyes wide. "Me? Angry at you? After what happened to me?" She shook her head. "Too much the pot calling the kettle black. Personally, I’d like to just forget the past few days ever happened!"
He closed his eyes for one brief second, sending out a thank-you to whatever powers had granted him the love of such a woman. "I like that idea a lot, Angel."
"Okay, so, since it all never happened…oh, hell," she muttered.
He moved across the room, sat down beside her. "What’s wrong, Case?"
She looked up at him. "I’m going to take a shower. Alone. Then you’re going to take a shower. Alone. Then I have some pent up…energy…that needs to be worked off." Without another word she went into the small bathroom.
He dropped back on the bed, a grin on his face. He was married to the most amazing woman in the universe. Abso-freaking-lutely amazing.
Thirty minutes later he walked out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but his boxers. When she had come out, she had been wearing only her tee shirt and panties. He looked at the bed. She had turned the blankets back, and was lying there naked, fast asleep. His body hardened at the sight.
He dropped his boxers to the floor, stretched out beside her and pulled her close. She cuddled up to him, her head finding its way to his shoulder. He kissed her forehead, then closed his eyes. Sleep overtook him in a matter of seconds.
A A A A A A
Warm. Safe. She smiled. Cuddled closer to the familiar body, breathed deeply of his familiar scent. Opened her eyes. Yes! It wasn’t just a dream! He was lying beside her, safe and… naked. Her smile widened. She shifted slightly, kissed his shoulder. No response. She ran her tongue over his flat nipple, until she felt it harden. Still no response. She slid down, let the flat of her tongue move over his belly. Was that sigh? She glanced up at him. His eyes were still closed, his breathing remained slow and steady. She slid down further, kissed his thighs, ran her fingers through the thick curls that surround his manhood. That was definitely a sigh! She ran her tongue over his soft shaft, then took him fully into her mouth. It was the only time she could hold all of him this way. She flicked her tongue around the head. He began to harden. She wrapped her hand around the base and began to work her mouth over his now stiff erection. She closed her eyes, savoring the way he smelled, the way he tasted, the way he felt.
"Having fun?" he asked softly.
She looked up at him, winked, and went back to what she was doing.
He filled his hands with her hair. Yes! his body declared. This is right! He watched her, reveling in every sensation that she sent rocketing through his body, the fire raging out of control. He was getting too close to release. "My turn, Angel," he whispered. She kissed her way up to his lips. He kissed her, putting all of his love into the action. He rolled her to her back, his mouth still locked with hers, his hand moving up and down her body.
His kisses always sent her senses reeling. His touch set her body on fire, the flames licking at her with each gentle caress of his hands. She wove the fingers of one hand through his hair, the other caressing his shoulder, his back, moving forward to trace the Mayan symbol on his chest. She shivered from the pleasure that raced through her body, burned in her veins.
He kissed her cheeks, her jaw, her throat. He marked her. Marked her again. Moved down to those beautiful, perfect breasts. His hands recognized her body. His mouth recognized her body. This was right. This was right! He made love to her breasts until her breath was coming in small gasps of pleasure. He slid down to her belly, teased her navel with his tongue, tugged at that tiny platinum ring, delighted when the muscles rippled. When he settled between her thighs he sighed with contentment. She was the only woman who smelled this sweet, tasted this sweet, felt this…right.
Her hips were moving up to meet his mouth, and when he slid his fingers into her body, she moaned with delight. He moved her to her first orgasm, continued to stimulate her even as her body quaked around him. "No more," she begged, the pleasure on the verge of pain. "In me, Daniel, I need you inside me!"
With a smile he moved up, slid into her warm, inviting well. Pushed until he was completely buried in her body. His hips were against hers. The perfect fit. She was the perfect fit. He began to move slowly, deliberately. He pulled nearly all the way out, pushed as deep as he could go. His body was rejoicing. Yes, yes, yes! This was the only body. The only woman. No other could give him pleasure. No other was…right.
She was wrapped around him, her hips meeting him thrust for thrust. No other man could make her feel this way, no other man could fill her the way that he did. He was the only man who could touch her heart, touch her soul. The only man who could please her. She kissed his chest as he moved on top of her, tracing that adored tattoo with her tongue.
He reached between them, searched for and found that nub of pleasure, began to caress her as he continued to move in and out of her. He felt her thighs begin to quiver, making the flames shoot ever higher. She arched her back as that beautiful whimper filled her throat.
"Oh, god, Daniel…" she whispered, the words a soft moan.
"That’s it, Angel, give it to me, give me what belongs to me," he whispered in her ear.
Her body came off the bed, her hips pushed against his as she cried out. Her body trembled as wave after wave of sweet, pure pleasure flooded her senses. Her arms tightened around his shoulders. She kissed his neck, licked it. "Fill me, Daniel. Give me what's mine," she whispered.
He rose up on outstretched arms, drove into her until he thought he would lose his mind from the intense, incredible feelings that her body was giving him. The Fire burned, filled his mind, his body. He could feel his release…so close…it felt so damned good, she felt so damn good…He cried out as he filled her. He continued to pulse for almost a full minute before he finally dropped down on her, breathing hard.
She wrapped herself around him, kissed his shoulders, his throat, her hands moving up and down his back.
"Love you, Angel," he said softly.
"Love you, too, Sweetheart," she replied. She was still tasting his skin, touching him.
He rolled to his back. "Feel better?"
"Much better. You’re the only one, Case. No other woman makes me feel like you do. No other woman excites me…pleases me…fits me…like you do," he said softly. His hands were moving up and down her back
"You’re the only one, Daniel. No other man can please me…fill me…take me to such heights of pleasure like you do. No other man touches my heart, my soul," she whispered. She snuggled closer to him.
He kissed the top of her head. "Think we should take a shower and go see what Thor has found out?"
"Can we stay here for just another minute?" she asked, her hands moving up and down his arms. "I just need to touch you…feel you. I was so afraid that I had lost you forever when you walked through the ‘gate."
His arms tightened around her. "As long as you need, Angel," he replied. He closed his eyes. His own need to feel her, touch her, was just as great. He had feared losing her when she discovered what had happened on PX9 869. That she was here, in his arms, was proof of how much she really loved him. Images of a black haired man moving on top of her flashed through his mind. He pushed them away. As far as he was concerned, that was his fault as well. If he hadn’t ignored her warnings, her fears, she never would have been in that damnable place looking for him. "Love you, Casey."
She raised her head and kissed him. "Love you, Daniel." She sat up. "Guess we’d better see about finding Tony. Then we should probably go find Ba’al and kick his snake ass."
He chuckled. "Yeah, probably."
She climbed off him, waited until he was on his feet, then led him to the shower. They made love again, then hurriedly dressed and made their way to Thor’s bridge.
Thor had made no progress in finding out where Ba’al was, or who was working for him or with him. Casey and Sam were both eager to return to their children. Neither Daniel nor Jack felt like arguing with them. As much as the two men wanted their revenge, they both knew that the time would come.
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