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No Matter the Time, II...an Alternate Love Story
The jangling of the phone brought him from sleep. It took a few seconds to remember where he was. Then he felt her. She was on her side, her back pressed against him. He smiled, reached a hand sleepily toward the telephone.
"Good morning, sir. This is your requested wake-up call. It’s seven a.m.," a cheery feminine voice said.
"Thanks," he mumbled. He managed to get the receiver back in its cradle. He pulled her close, his heart thumping when she turned in his arms and curled around him. He kissed her forehead. "Case? Babe, it’s seven."
"Mmmph." She tossed an arm across his waist.
He moved his hand up and down the satiny skin. "Do you really have to go to work today?"
His voice filtered through to her sleep-fogged brain. "No. I’m calling in sick. If they don’t like it, tough." She rubbed her eyes, then leaned across him and grabbed the phone. She dialed, rested her head against his chest while she waited. "Hi, Kelley. I take it you got my note…oh, yes!…Look, could you tell Jan I won’t be in today?…You will, I promise. How about lunch?…okay, we’ll pick you up…I’m not too worried about that…well, that’s okay…I’ll explain later…I know exactly what I’m doing…trust me, girlfriend, miracles do happen," she said, looking up into amused blue eyes. "Okay, we’ll be there around noon, meet us at the side entrance…okay, bye." She raised up to replace the receiver.
"I take it that you’re not going to work?" He grinned.
"Nope. Think I’d like to just stay right here," she said softly, settling back down beside him.
"I like that idea."
"I don’t think I’ve ever slept better," she said shyly.
Daniel thought about that. He couldn’t remember the last time he had slept as well, either. Certainly not since Sha’re had been taken from him. His arms tightened around her slender frame. "Me, either, babe."
"Love you." She was amazed at how much she loved this man, how quickly he had filled her heart, her mind, her soul…she couldn’t imagine her life without him. Not much more than thirteen hours, and she was totally smitten.
"Love you, too." His thoughts were moving down a similar track as hers, amazed that he was capable of such intense love so quickly. Amazed that she already filled every place in his heart.
"Do you think…could we…I mean…" she looked up at him, her eyes full of love and desire.
Just one look into those pools of green had his body responding ardently. "Could we make love?"
She nodded shyly.
"Thought you’d never ask," he said with a smile. He moved until he was leaning over her, kissed her deeply, moved his mouth to follow his hand over her breasts. He was already addicted to her, the smell of her, the taste of her, the way she felt. He gasped when her hand slid between them and began to caress his hard shaft.
She pushed gently against him, until he was on his back, moved until she was straddling him, reached between them and guided him between her wet folds, into her warm, waiting well. She gasped, feeling just a bit of soreness as she slowly settled on him, taking him fully into her body. His hands were on her breasts, kneading them, gently squeezing them, his thumbs rolling back and forth over her aching nipples. She wasn’t exactly sure how she should be moving, and as if he could sense her hesitation, his hands moved down her sides to her hips. He guided her back and forth, and then up and down, until she was moving almost in a circular motion. She had her hands on his chest, toying with his nipples. He took one, sucked her fingers into his mouth, then pushed them against her body. She obeyed his unspoken command…request … and began to stroke herself, his hands back on her hips, controlling her movements.
He could see in her eyes that she wanted to ride him, but didn’t know how to get started. The knowledge that this woman had never been with a man, that her body was his and his alone made his heart clench with gratitude and a love so deep it scared him, and had him swelling even more. He moved his hands to her hips and guided her. Once he had wet her fingers and pushed them between their bodies, where he could feel them moving, another sensation that threatened to turn his brain to complete mush, he kept his hands on her hips, controlled how far and how quickly she moved.
She needed to feel him moving in and out, and began to rise up, using her legs to give her body the lift she needed. She heard him groan, looked down to see his eyes closed, a look of absolute rapture on his face. She could feel his hips coming up to meet hers. She needed harder, faster. She leaned forward, put both hands on the bed beside his shoulders. Her body needed no direction now, it knew what it wanted, what it needed, and how to get it. She could feel the coarse hair that surrounded his swollen, throbbing cock rubbing against her…and in all the right places. She could feel how he stretched her, opened her to hold him fully. She loved the feeling, and sent up a prayer that it never changed.
He opened his eyes to watch her. She was riding him. Her body was moving, she was in control now. Her eyes were closed, a small smile turned up the corners of her mouth. There had been blood last night, not a lot, but both times he had entered her, and certainly when he had taken her sweet ass, there had been a bit of blood. He hoped that this morning there wouldn’t be any. He also hoped that she wouldn’t be too sore. From the way she was moving on him now, that didn’t seem to be a problem. Perhaps the warm bath, and the hot cloths against her, had helped. His own body was responding to her, he didn’t think he could get any harder, but when she put her hands on the bed beside him and began to literally bounce off of him, he did just that. His hands moved up to caress those beautiful breasts. She had him close, it wouldn’t take much more and he would be over the edge.
Oh, goddess, it feels so good! Her body was almost slapping against his now, and she could feel her orgasm building…hot and sweet and oh goddess it felt good! His hands were on her breasts, the added stimulation driving her out of her mind. She never realized how intense sex…no, this wasn’t just sex…this was lovemaking…how intense lovemaking could be. Her thighs began to quiver, she could feel it…almost there…
She had him on the brink. He could feel the quiver in her slender thighs as they pushed tighter against his hips. He recognized the signal, she was about to orgasm. Next should be that beautiful whimper…yep, there is was…
She threw her head back and cried out as her orgasm crashed over her. Her body shook from the impact it made, she could feel the heat and wetness between her legs.
The sudden rush of heat, the honey that poured out of her, covering him completely was all it took to drive him over the edge. He grabbed her hips and thrust up into her, his own orgasm bringing a hoarse cry of elation from his throat.
She collapsed on top of him, breathing hard, smiled when his arms went around her, held her close. Again, one hand moved slowly up and down her back, the other gently caressing the back of her neck. "I like laying like this…after…" she said softly.
"Me, too babe," he replied in kind. Her skin was like satin. He loved the way her long hair flowed around them, covered them. He wrapped one hand in that soft blonde silk. He liked feeling her weight on him, it made her…real. She jumped against him when the telephone rang. He reached for the receiver. "Hello?"
"Hey, Danny! Just wanted to know if you found her," Jack's voice said cheerfully.
"Yeah, I did," he replied, his hand still moving on her back.
"So, how did it go?"
"Very well," Daniel grinned.
"Really? That’s great. So, what’s she like?"
"She’s beautiful, and sweet, and funny, and charming, and I love her," Daniel replied.
"Whoa, there Space Monkey, take it slow. Don’t want to scare her off," Jack teased.
"Don’t think I have to worry about that." He looked down into laughing green eyes. She knew that the conversation was about her.
"So, did you take her out last night?"
"Yep. We had dinner together."
"We came back here."
There was a pause. "Daniel, are you telling me that woman is with you right now?"
"Watch the tone of voice you use when saying ‘that woman’. She’s going to be my wife," Daniel warned.
In Colorado, sitting in his office in the belly of Cheyenne Mountain, Colonel Jack O’Neill shook his head. Leave it to the Space Monkey to find a woman who would just jump into his arms, no questions asked, and be willing to marry him. How the hell did he do that? "Daniel, are you sure about this? I mean, absolutely, completely, totally sure?"
"More sure than I am that the sun is going to come up tomorrow," Daniel said. "Look, Jack about the…uh…trip…is there anyway I can get out of this one? I can be back in Colorado by Monday, Tuesday at the latest."
"No, Danny, I need you on this one. We leave at 0900 on Friday morning. Which means briefing at 0800."
Daniel thought for a moment, then decided he was still going to call General Hammond. "We need a couple of days for Case to tie up loose ends here, and then drive her car there. Come on, Jack, there aren’t even any ruins!"
"Daniel, you will be here at 0800 on Friday. Period."
"I’ll talk to General Hammond…"
"The general agrees with me on this one, Daniel. I need your linguistic skills, and that diplomatic talent of yours. Look, as soon as we get back, I’ll drive you to the airport myself."
He frowned, but realized that there was no changing Jack’s mind. "Okay. See you Friday."
"I guess I should say congratulations?"
He smiled. "Thanks, Jack. I can’t wait for you and Sam and Teal'c to meet her."
"Yeah, I’m looking forward to meeting the future Mrs. Jackson," Jack said. He wondered how like the Casey that had spent almost 24 hours at the SGC this woman was. "Talk to you later, Daniel. 0800 Friday." Jack was so surprised at what he had learned that he didn’t even realize that Daniel had used the Jaffa’s name in front of a civilian.
"Yeah, yeah. Later, Jack." He hung up the phone, a slight frown on his face.
She giggled. "So I take it your friend doesn’t think I should be here?"
His arms tightened around her. "I don’t really give a damn what Jack thinks. Actually, I don’t think he’s that surprised." He sighed. "I really hate leaving here without you," he said.
"It’s only this once. I really do have things to take care of, and packing to do," she replied. She leaned up and kissed his chin. "You’ll be so busy working, you won’t even have time to miss me."
"I’ll miss you every second we’re apart," he replied. "Now, how are you going to explain this to your family?"
Her eyes clouded over for just the briefest second. "I don’t really get along well with my family. I’m adopted, and my…mother…we uh, don’t see eye to eye. I haven’t talked to her in over seven years. I’d like to keep it that way," she said softly.
He didn’t push. There was too much pain, too much anger in her eyes when she spoke about her mother. "Okay. We’ll leave it alone, if that’s what you want."
"It is," she said firmly.
"Okay, next order of business…breakfast. You wore me out last night, woman, and then first thing this morning. If I don’t eat soon, I won’t have any energy left at all," he grinned.
"Oh, no…I can’t let your energy levels drop! I’m not finished with you yet!" she replied, her eyes dancing with mirth.
He laughed. "Let’s take a shower, babe, and then go get something to eat."
"Can we stop by my place first? I’d like to change clothes," she said, blushing slightly.
He kissed the tip of her nose. "Whatever you want. Oh, just out of curiosity, what size ring do you wear?"
"I’m not sure, why?" Her heart jumped. Was he going to get her a ring? Oh, please, please let the answer to that question be yes! She would feel better, more secure, if he put a ring on her finger before he left!
"Well, guess you’ll just have to go with me then," he said, a smile on his face.
"Go where?" No way was she going to assume anything. She wanted to hear it from his lips!
"To get an engagement ring. I’m not leaving here until you agree to marry me, and I have a ring on your finger," he declared.
"Was that a proposal?"
He grinned. "No…this is…Casey Webster, I love you, and although this is all happening incredibly fast, I don’t want to live without you. Will you marry me, and make me the happiest man in the universe?" So much for doing it on bended knee. Somehow, asking the question in bed with her lying naked on top of him had its appeal. It fit better with the entire course of their relationship so far.
She smiled that beautiful smile. "Oh, yes!"
"Good. Now let me up, woman, so we can get showered."
She climbed off of him, headed for the bathroom. She took a quick shower, while she dried her hair he took his, and then he drove to her apartment where she changed into jeans and a lightweight sweater. They found an IHOP and had breakfast.
Daniel was delighted and charmed further by her sense of humor, her sense of playfulness, and happily licked the syrup off of her fingers as she gave him samples of each flavor. He noticed a group of men watching them…watching her, and it made him feel special, and very lucky, that of all the men in the world, she had chosen him to love.
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