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No Matter the Time, II...an Alternate Love Story
The honeymoon had been perfect. For five glorious days they made love, played in the warm ocean, laid on the beach…spent the days as if they were Adam and Eve alone in a tropical paradise. They returned to Silver Springs tanned and relaxed.
It was their first night home since the wedding, their first night in the apartment as husband and wife. Casey was in the kitchen, fixing dinner, Daniel was in the den working on a translation that needed to be finished by the time they returned to the SGC.
She had just put the casserole in the oven, set the timer for an hour when his arms came around her from behind. She leaned back against him.
"Hey, gorgeous." He kissed her neck.
"How long will that be in the oven?"
"Good." He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.
"Any particular reason?" she asked, as he laid her gently on the bed.
"Yep. We’re celebrating." He was busy working the buttons on her blouse.
"Uh huh. Celebrating what?" Her fingers were unbuttoning his shirt.
"I got the translation finished." He pushed the blouse open, twisted the clasp on her bra. He lowered his head and took a nipple into his mouth.
She pushed her fingers through his hair, temporarily distracted from what she had been trying to do. Her back was already arching toward his mouth as he made love to her.
His hands moved over her soft, warm skin, caressing the breasts that drove him crazy with love and desire. He had spent an entire afternoon making love to them in Hawaii, rewarded when she came at the first touch of his fingers on that sweet flesh between her thighs. His cock was screaming at him, his need growing with every second that passed.
She could feel his arousal against her thigh, could feel how hard he was. "Daniel, take your clothes off," she whispered.
He kissed her nipples, then rolled over to obey. Her clothes, he noted with satisfaction, landed on top of his. Before he could move back to her sweet breasts, she was on her knees beside him, leaning over him, taking his aching shaft into her mouth. "Oh, god, babe, that’s it," he moaned, "just like that."
Her mouth moved over him, her tongue teased the swollen head, the throbbing shaft. "You’re so close," she whispered, her hands moving over him. "Please let me make you come," she begged.
He groaned, raised his hips toward her, filled his hands with her silky hair.
She smiled, positioned herself, took him deep into her throat, and began to suck and swallow, her hand moving on the base of his shaft. She could tell he was ready to blow, and when he did, she took down every drop.
"Sweet Jesus!" he exclaimed as he emptied himself down her throat. He raised his head to watch her lick him completely clean. He tugged at her, brought her head up to the pillows, then slid down and buried his face between her thighs. She was so wet, so hot, and the honey poured from her warm well. He lapped at her, taking his fill of the sweet nectar. He moved his fingers into her, stroked her slowly, pushing deep, his tongue teasing and toying with her swollen clit. Her hips were meeting his mouth with every pass of his tongue, her breasts heaving with each breath. He smiled to himself when he felt her soft thighs begin to quiver.
"I’m gonna come," she whispered, her hands full of his hair.
"Give it to me, babe," he replied. He sucked her clit into his mouth, her hips came up off the bed and she cried out as her orgasm rocked her. He was already hard again, wanting, needing to feel himself inside of her sweet body. He rose up, moved over her, pushed into her.
"Oh, god, Daniel, you feel so good," she moaned. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulled him close to her body.
"You do too, babe," he whispered. He kissed and nipped at the soft skin of her neck. His hips moved back and forth, pulling him out, pushing him back in. "Wanna ride me?"
"Yes!" she replied softly.
He rolled to his back, keeping her with him. His hands went to her breasts as she began to move on him, using her legs to move up and down on him. He took one of her hands, sucked her fingers to make them wet, then pushed them between their bodies. "Make it good, babe," he whispered.
Within minutes her thighs were quivering again. She put her hands on the bed beside his shoulders and began to ride him hard and fast. She cried out just seconds before he grabbed her hips and thrust up into her, crying out his own release. She dropped down onto his chest, his hands going to her back, gently caressing her. "So are we going to…celebrate…like this every time you get something translated?" she asked, a smile on her face.
"Works for me. Sure is incentive to get things done," he grinned.
She giggled. "You’re insatiable."
"Only for you, babe."
A A A A A A
They were standing in front of the ramp, waiting for the last chevron to lock into place. They were going to a planet designated PX3-695. Where the Casey from the alternate universe had told them they would find information about Immortals.
"Chevron seven, locked and encoded!"
The ‘gate opened with its customary splendor, a sight that still gave her excited chills.
"SG-1, you have a go," General Hammond said from the control room. "Godspeed."
They walked up the ramp, Daniel held her hand tightly.
She glanced up at him and smiled. "Well, here we go again."
"Yep. Love you."
"Love you too."
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