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No Matter the Time, II...an Alternate Love Story
Daniel smiled at the flight attendant and shook his head, refusing another drink. Actually, it was only Coke, but he didn’t want any more. He was finally on the last leg of his flight. He leaned back in the seat, thought about the woman who was waiting for him. Two weeks ago she hadn't known him; and he'd only known of her. Last week, during the most incredible night of his life, she had become his in every way possible…well, except legally, and he was working on that part. This week he was going to take her back to Colorado with him, start a new life with her. What a difference those forty-two hours had made in his life!
The plane landed, on time, and he gathered his duffel and jacket. This flight hadn’t been crowded, and he was into the jetway within minutes of the plane arriving at the gate. He couldn’t see her…yet. He stepped into the brightly-lit terminal, looked around…Sweet Jesus in Heaven!
She was standing off to the side, a single, long stemmed red rose in her hand, wearing a little black dress that was…little! It showed off her incredible cleavage, and his memory reminded him of exactly what was behind the black cloth that covered the rest of her beautiful breasts. The skirt was short, showing off her legs, the ones that wrapped around him when they made love. Her shoulders and arms were bare, and he knew every inch of them, he’d kissed and licked and tasted every bit of that skin. Her hair was pulled back, exposing her long neck, and he wanted nothing more than to bury his face against it. He walked toward her, fighting his body for control.
"Hi, handsome," she said, a smile on her face. She handed him the rose.
"Hi, gorgeous," he replied, smiling in return. He took the rose, then wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. "Thanks. You’re absolutely…stunning comes to mind. You’re stunning. And turning me on just standing here," he whispered into her ear. He lowered his head and captured her lips in a kiss.
Her arms locked around his neck, and she kissed him back with all the passion she felt. "I missed you so much," she said softly. Her heart was racing, and the woman in her was thrilled at his reaction to her appearance.
"I missed you, too babe. Ready to go?" He needed to get her alone, in bed…now!
She grabbed a black jacket and her purse. "Yep."
She had her arm around his waist as they rode the tram to the main terminal. He couldn’t resist, and in spite of the fact that there were about ten other people in the car with them, he kissed her again. What was it about this woman that made him feel totally out of control, yet so sure of what he was doing? Standing this close to her, he could smell her perfume, and it was driving him out of his mind. He liked the fact that he had to be this close to smell it…unlike some women, Casey never…marinated…herself in her perfumes. He didn’t even realize that his hand had moved to her hip until she glanced up at him, and moved it back to her waist. Wait just a damn minute! As…clingy…as the dress was, he should be able to feel her panties. But…he quickly ran his hand over her hip again, grinned down at her and returned it to her waist, his fingers searching. Nope. Nada. Nothing. Sweet Jesus in Heaven she hasn't got a blessed thing on under that dress! It was all he could do to keep his cock from jumping straight up to attention. As it was, he was starting to rise.
She bit back a smile as she moved his hand from her hip. She could tell by the look in his eyes that he hadn’t even been aware of the fact that he had been caressing her. When his hand went back for the second time, she glanced up. He knew. He’d just figured it out. She almost giggled. She dropped her arm and took his hand, shifted against him, felt him starting to harden against her hip. Yep, he knew, and it was driving him crazy. She could feel a surge of power and control and absolute delight rush through her. She wondered how long it would be before he couldn’t control himself, until the need she had created in him was too much to deny. She wondered if the backseat of her ’84 Corolla would be big enough. That thought was too much, and she did giggle out loud. She had prepared for just such an…emergency.
"What?" he asked, smiling down at her.
She shook her head. "Nothing…really…well…" she glanced around. "I’ll tell you later," she whispered.
They got off of the tram in the main terminal building, and since he had only brought the duffel he was carrying, they headed straight for the parking garage.
She had purposely chosen one of the higher levels, simply because it was almost completely deserted at this time of the morning. She had parked far enough away from all of the other vehicles that there wouldn’t be a risk of anyone seeing too much, if anything. She was also parked near one of the huge support pillars, and it hid the little car from anyone approaching from the terminal itself. She led him to the car, watched as his eyes glanced around, looking for any risks in taking her here and now. She opened the trunk and he tossed his duffel into it. Before she could move, he wrapped his arms around her.
"You're driving me insane," he whispered. "You aren’t wearing anything under that little number, are you?"
She blushed and shook her head.
He looked around again, took her hand and pressed it against his bulging erection. "You did that. Now what are you going to do to take care of it?"
She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling, her desire dancing unmasked in the green depths. "What do you want me to do about it?" she whispered.
He pulled her close, pushed his face against the soft skin of her neck and moaned. "I can’t make it, babe. I want you now. Back seat," he said softly.
She unlocked the car, opened the back door and slid in.
Daniel got a glimpse of thigh nearly to her hip as she moved across the seat. His already hard cock became that much harder. He closed the car door behind him, then pulled her close for a kiss, his hand moving under the dress to caress her breast, tug at her hard nipple.
Her hands were already working on his belt and zipper. "Raise your hips, Daniel," she whispered. He obeyed, and she shoved his Dockers and boxers to his knees, pushed until they were lower on his calves. She wrapped her hand around him, began to stroke him, her heart pounding when he moaned into her mouth as he kissed her again. She shifted until she was straddling him, her dress wrapped around her waist, then guided him between her wet folds into her aching well. Her need was every bit as great as his. She sighed as she lowered herself onto him, taking him fully into her body.
"Oh, god," he sighed. He reached up and pushed the material of the halter aside, and began to make love to her breasts. His hands went back to her hips. She was already moving back and forth against him. "You feel so good, babe," he whispered.
"So do you," she whispered in return. She lowered her head to kiss him again, her trembling fingers working the buttons of his shirt. She sighed when she had it undone, pushed it open, let her hands move over his naked chest. Her mouth went to his neck, and she began to nip and bite and suck at him. Her hips were moving harder now, grinding against him.
He was thrusting up into her, pushing her down against his body. It had only been a week since he had last made love to her, but it felt much longer. He was so aroused, so turned on, that he knew it wouldn’t take him long to reach his climax. He only hoped he could last long enough for Casey to reach hers.
Feeling naughty, a bit decadent, she put the fingers of one hand against his lips. He opened his mouth and began to suck them, running his tongue over her fingertips. When they were wet enough, she slipped them between their bodies.
He hissed a breath when he felt her fingers brush against his pubic hair, felt her search and find her sweet spot. "That’s it, babe," he whispered. "Make it good."
She closed her eyes, her body moving back and forth, and as much up and down as she could manage. She was so close…she didn’t think she’d be able to hold back, as much as she wanted to, as much as she wanted to make it last for him.
He felt her thighs begin to quiver against his, heard that sweet, sweet whimper in her throat. He began to push up into her as hard as he could.
"I can’t hold back…I’m gonna come!" she whispered fiercely.
"Give it to me. Come for me, Casey," he demanded softly.
She dropped her head onto his shoulder as she cried out…her body began to shake, and that wondrous feeling washed over her in waves.
The contractions her body made around him, the rush of heat and moisture sent him over the edge. He pulled her against his chest, buried his face in the valley between her breasts and came, moaning with pleasure.
Her arms were around him, she held him gently against her body while they both came down from their orgasms. Moving carefully, she reached down to the floor and grabbed a box of Wet Ones.
Daniel couldn’t help but grin when he looked over to see her opening the box. She had planned this all along. He followed gladly wherever she led. The damned thing was cold when she touched him with it, sliding it between them as she began to raise up off of him.
"Sorry," she whispered, when he jumped.
"It’s okay, babe," he replied. It didn’t take long to for them to clean up enough to redress …well, he pulled his pants up, she just adjusted her dress and climbed demurely into the front seat. He shook his head and grinned. God, what a woman! When he was settled behind the wheel, he reached over and brushed her hair over her shoulder. "Love you."
She looked at him and smiled, her eyes reflecting her emotions. "Oh, I love you, too!"
She giggled. "Yep. Think you can make it to the hotel?"
He grinned. "You’re a smart aleck, has anyone ever told you that?"
Her giggle turned into a laugh. "Oh, a time or two."
He laughed with her. "Yeah, I think I can make it to the hotel."
Her eyes flashed. There was something new in them, something…fun…dangerous…
He watched her for a minute, trying to interpret what he was seeing. Knew that she was up to something. Hoped that he could make it to the hotel. He started the engine, pulled out of the parking stall. Looked at her again. Didn’t believe for one second the innocent smile she gave him.
She waited until they were on the freeway. Her hand moved from her lap to his thigh. She began caressing him.
He had to struggle to keep from pushing harder on the accelerator as her fingers moved against him. He gasped when they moved towards his cock, which was beginning to rise to meet them. "Casey, you’re going to make me drive into something," he warned.
"Oh, god, I hope so. I need you to ‘drive’ into me," she whispered, her eyes dancing as she tormented him.
Her words sent his blood pressure skyrocketing, which meant another raging hard-on. How in the hell did she manage to do this to him? How did she keep him hard for so long, get him up again so soon after having her? "You're making me crazy," he said softly.
"I hope so. You make me crazy. Just thinking about you makes me crazy. Touching you, tasting you, smelling you…I’m insane with desire, need…love," she replied just as softly.
Every word impacted on him, sending his heart, his ego, and his cock, ever higher. He took the hand that was torturing him so sweetly, kissed it, and held it captive with his own. "You do the same to me, Case."
"I never knew it would be this good," she said.
"So, how long do you think it will take us to get to Colorado, if we have to stop and make love every hundred miles?"
He laughed out loud. God how he loved her sense of humor! "Could take a week at that rate."
"Hope General Hammond understands," she said, smiling.
He laughed again. Laughter. Love. Pleasure of the sort he had never imagined. Warmth. This woman was giving all of this to him; all and so much more! He thought briefly about the Casey he had met, thought about her Daniel, and how panicked he must have been when she disappeared into an alternate universe, at risk of never returning. He glanced over at the beautiful blonde beside him. The thought of losing her now made his heart clench painfully, and his gut knot inside him. He couldn’t even imagine the pain of losing her after as many years as the alternate Daniel and Casey had been together. He wondered if that Daniel had ever let his wife leave his side again. He certainly wouldn’t!
Casey waited by the elevator, not wanting the desk clerk to be able to smell the love that clung to her. Daniel signed in, and they went to the room. As chance would have it, it was the same room he had been in before.
He put out the "Do Not Disturb" sign, tossed their bags onto the dresser, turned and reached for her. He pulled her into his embrace, kissed her gently.
She looked up, noted the weariness in his eyes. It was nearly three-thirty local time, which was four-thirty for him…"Daniel, how long have you been up…as in awake?"
He looked at her, thought for a moment. "Twenty-four, maybe twenty-five hours."
"Oh, Daniel! You’re exhausted! Come here, let me hold you while you sleep," she said softly. She unbuttoned his shirt, pushed it from his shoulders. She gently pushed him to the bed, took off his shoes and socks. Her fingers worked his belt loose, unzipped his pants. "Stand up," she said softly, then pushed the Dockers and his boxers to the floor when he obeyed. She waited patiently for him to lift each foot. When he was naked, she took his glasses off and set them on the bedside table, slipped her dress off, then pulled back the covers on the bed and climbed into it. She held out her arms.
He needed no further invitation. He laid down beside her, let her arms pull him against her. He wanted to make love to her, had every intention of making love to her. He put his head on her shoulder, one hand gently caressing her breasts. Her fingers began to move against his face, through his hair. He was asleep within seconds.
She smiled when she felt his body totally relax against her. She kissed his forehead, then closed her eyes. Her own body relaxed. He was here, in her arms, safe and sound. And when he left Tacoma this time, she was going with him. Sleep came softly, and claimed her as well.
A A A A A A
He woke up lying on his side, her body "spooned" against his. She was warm and soft and smelled so damned good! She was sleeping soundly, he wondered if she had been as restless as he had been while they were apart. Her hips moved back against him, waking his cock and sending it into instant hardness. He pushed gently against her, just the feeling of her skin against his own sensitive flesh making him throb. His hand moved to her breasts, touching, massaging; fingers tugging at those sweet nipples ever so slightly. The need to taste her became overwhelming, he lowered his mouth to her neck, kissed and licked and sucked his way to her shoulder.
She stirred slightly, dreaming that she could feel him near her, touching her, caressing her. Her body moved to full awareness seconds before her mind did. She opened her eyes, frowned for a second as she looked at strange walls. Then smiled. It wasn’t a dream! He was lying near her, touching her…oh, yes, he was touching her all right! And her body was demanding that something be done about the fire he had started. She shifted to her back. "‘Morning," she murmured, giving him a sleepy smile.
"‘Morning, gorgeous," he replied softly. Her smile sent his pulse racing.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" she asked, her smile widening. She could feel his arousal against her hip, the wetness of his precum.
"Yep." Now that she was on her back, he had greater access to the breasts he adored. His mouth was already watering as he lowered his head and began to suckle.
Her hands moved to his hair, one slid down to caress his shoulder as he made love to her. She couldn’t hold back the sigh of contentment that filled her. Her arousal was causing her hips to move ever so slightly with each gentle tug of her nipples.
His mouth never left her breasts as his hand slid down between her thighs. Her honey was already flowing as he began to caress her. He pushed his thumb against her swelling clit, slid two fingers into her, moved them slowly. His own hips were moving on their own, pressing his raging hard-on against her.
Her breath was becoming ragged, her back was beginning to arch the tiniest bit. She was ready. She wanted him. She needed him. "Please…" she whispered.
He moved over her, parted her legs with his knee, then slid into paradise. Home. It felt like home. She was hot and wet and it felt so damned good and dear god let him last long enough to please her! Her legs and arms were wrapped around him, holding him in her loving embrace. He was moving rhythmically - deep, hard strokes that already had her moaning.
Her hips were meeting his thrust for thrust, her body moving toward that sweet release that she knew would soon flood her being. She could feel it building, felt her body begin to shake in anticipation. He kissed her, his tongue matching the movements of his hips. Her thighs began to quiver, she began to whimper.
He pulled his mouth from hers. "That’s it, babe, come for me," he whispered.
Her back arched off of the bed and she cried out, holding tighter to his body as waves of pleasure rolled over her.
He began to move faster, pulling almost completely out of her body before driving himself back into her. It wouldn’t take much more to send him over the edge. Her lips and tongue against his chest were all it took. He cried out, filled her with all that he had. Still panting, he slid his arm under her hips and rolled to his back, keeping her body tight against his.
She sighed as his hand began to move up and down her back. "I missed you," she whispered.
"I missed you, too, babe. Love you, Casey."
"Love you, too, Daniel." She snuggled tighter against him.
He glanced at his watch. Nine-thirty local time. "What’s on the agenda today?"
"Mmm…we have to take my car to Ricky to let him check it out-"
"Kelley’s older brother. He’s a mechanic for a big garage downtown," she replied.
"Okay." He vaguely remembered her saying something about that.
"Then we have to stop by the mall to get your ring sized, then I have to finish packing the rest of my clothes. We can’t do anything else until we pick up the trailer and hitch thingy tomorrow."
"Plan on eating any time in there?" he asked, a grin on his face.
"Is that your way of telling me you’re hungry?" she teased.
She lay quietly for another minute, then began giggling.
"What?" he asked, already smiling.
"We did it in the car last night. Another first," she explained, then giggled again. "I liked doing it in the car!"
He chuckled. "So did I. It was all your fault. You drove me crazy."
"Just wanted to make sure you knew I was happy to see you."
"I got the message, babe. Loud and clear," he replied.
"If we go back to the apartment, I could fix breakfast, and call Ricky to find out what time he wants me to bring Corry in."
"Yeah, it’s a Corolla, so, Corry," she explained.
He laughed. "Okay. So you can cook, huh?"
She lowered her eyes. "I’m not a great cook, just…you know…average. Like everything else about me," she added softly.
"Hey, that’s enough of that!" he said firmly. "You’re not average in any way, Casey. You’re way above average. You’re beautiful, and sweet, and funny, and charming; babe, you’re the most incredible woman I’ve ever met."
She looked at him for a moment, her eyes wide. "You really think that…you really…wow," she said, shaking her head. "What happens when you wake up and find out I’m not so gre-"
He put a finger to her lips. "Nope. Won’t happen. I already know how special you are."
She hugged him, as much as she could considering their positions.
He hugged her back, held her tightly, and wondered about her childhood. Someone had definitely done a number on her! Maybe it was a good thing he wasn’t meeting her family. No maybe about it, it was a good thing. He could sense that her mother must have been the one to hurt her the deepest, he had seen it in her eyes during the brief discussion they had about her. And as much as he loved Casey, he wouldn’t be able to keep from saying things that would only make the situation worse for her. "Let’s take a shower, and then you can fix me breakfast," he said softly.
"So, what’s your favorite breakfast?"
"Hmm…no waffle iron at Casa de Casey. But I can do eggs fairly well. Like omelets?"
"Okay, a quick stop at QVC and then I’ll make you an omelet."
Daniel smiled, and made a mental note to buy a waffle iron.
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