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Ba’al was indeed dead. Seleconne, now without the protection of the Goa’uld, told Jack everything that he knew about the System Lords of the area, their locations, as well as their strengths and weaknesses. His true employer, though, remained a mystery. The little man was terrified, and insisted that all communication between them was done through a third party. All he would say was that the person was powerful.
Sam came up with the perfect punishment for the small man. He was sent to Pangeria, where he would stand trial, be sentenced, and then dealt with in a way agreed upon by the slaves that he, and his sister, had tormented.
Daniel had discovered that Casey was still having the nightmare about Wade. It hadn’t changed except that her fear, her dread of him, seemed to be stronger. He had thought long and hard about that nightmare, and was certain he had come up with a way to help her get over it forever. He had contacted Thor, and copies of the clothes she had worn on Dracia were sent to him. He made sure they came to the Archaeological Center, addressed to him. Then he had contacted Darr Morgan, and made arrangements for a luxury suite in one of the hotels that the man now managed on Alteria. He had given the man a list of requirements for the room, and if Darr was…surprised…he said nothing.
He and Duncan had returned to Earth on the Prometheus to finalize the treaty that had been signed. Which was perfect, it gave him time to let his beard grow out…just a couple of days worth, for the ‘scruffy’ look that Casey liked so much. He had slipped home one afternoon the week earlier and packed his duffel, taking clothes and toiletries for both of them - it was waiting in his office.
Erin and Aaron were in on the plan, and would have Emily and Nicholas with them when she arrived home from the base. Erin would leave the note he had written on the bed, along with the package.
He had made the request to go to Alteria, told Duncan only that it was important that he go there, and that Casey come through the gate to the planet as soon as she came back to the base.
Daniel ‘gated to Gamma, hoped he wouldn’t run into her, and raced to the infirmary for his post mission check up. She wasn’t expecting him for another day, so hopefully she wouldn’t see him and get suspicious. He checked the monitors to make sure she wasn’t in his office, then hurried to grab the duffel. With a grin and a wave to Kyle, he went back through the ‘gate thirty minutes later.
A A A A A A
Daniel looked around. The room was perfect. Actually, it was two rooms, this room, and a large bedroom with the biggest round bed he had ever seen, and a sumptuous bathroom complete with a jacuzzi tub. He wasn’t letting her leave here for three days and four nights. That bed was going to see a lot of action. He would make sure of that! Hopefully by the time they returned to Gamma, her demons would be defeated. He walked around, opened the narrow box on a low table to find that his order had been filled exactly, located the wine cooler and the bottles of wine he had ordered. Two chalices sat on the table waiting. With a grin, he stripped, and went to take a shower. She’d be here in less than an hour.
A A A A A A
Casey opened the front door. A note hanging on the refrigerator explained why her mother and children were absent. It seemed that Emily wanted to go to Dairy Queen, and her grandfather had been unable to say no. She smiled. The note also told her of the arrival of a package, which was on her bed. She walked into the room. Stopped short when she saw the envelope that sat on top of it. She recognized the handwriting. Her heart began to flutter in her chest. Things had been going well…surely…no, he would talk to her first…she reached out, touched him, felt the soft caress in return. She sighed. She tore open the envelope, pulled out the single sheet of paper with trembling fingers.
Open the package. Put on the clothes. Then go to the base. Kyle will have the gate open for you. No questions. Trust me, Angel.
She shivered. What was he up to? On a hunch, she opened the drawer on the nightstand. Took note of exactly what was missing. She shivered again. Her heart was beating so hard, so fast, she could feel the blood pulsing in her veins. She couldn’t hold back her smile.
She opened the box, and gasped. The smile faded instantly. She took out the clothes, her memory taking her back to the day she and Sam had dressed as slave traders to rescue their men. It wasn’t a memory she wanted to bring up. She stared at the clothes. I can't do this! She couldn’t put on what she had been wearing the day she had…the day she had cheated on her husband. She pulled her lip between her teeth. She felt a soft, warm caress. She closed her eyes. Okay, if this is what he wanted, she would do it for him. She reached back to him, then stripped. After a quick shower she slowly dressed, pushed back the memories of the last time she'd looked like this. She opted to put a jacket on over the bustier, she would leave it on the base, and put the cape on there. Another look around the house told her that her parents were in on this, both of the kids’ overnight bags were missing. With as much dread as excitement, she locked the house and headed back for the base.
A A A A A A
She went to the 'gate room, handed her jacket to Kyle, and pulled the cape around her shoulders. He made her wait outside the room until the gate was open, it was important that she didn’t know where she was going until she got there.
Casey took a deep breath, and walked up the ramp...
Alteria! She looked around, uncertainly. Two women were there to meet her. They smiled, and led her to one of the nearby hotels. Once there, they put her on the elevator, put a room key in her hand, and punched the button for the tenth floor.
She was shaking by the time she found 1009. She opened the door. The light in the room was dim, there were candles burning everywhere. Sandlewood. More memories came unbidden to her mind. Another woman was sitting on a low stool. The presence of the woman surprised her, and worried her.
"Welcome, Lady Gabrielle. I trust your journey was a pleasant one?"
Gabrielle? She almost moaned. He was going to force her to relive that day! He was still angry about it, and this was his way to make her pay for what she had done! She closed her eyes, willed herself to remain calm. Fought down the terror that he was going to force her to watch him make love to this woman, just as he had been forced to watch her make love to Wade. She took a shaky breath. "Yeah, sure. It was fine," she answered softly.
"Good, good. Take off your wrap. Sit. We’ll share a drink, and we’ll discuss your…purchase."
"Purchase?" Casey dropped the cape to the floor, then settled herself among the cushions that covered the carpeted floor.
"Yes. I received your…order. I believe I have been able to fill it to your specifications," the woman said.
"Specifications?" She accepted the wine. Better to get started on a good drunk now, before she had to…before things…just better to start drinking now. She drank from the chalice. It was excellent wine. She only wished it were drugged, so that she could live through what she was sure was to come.
The woman opened a box, lit a cigarette.
Casey sniffed. That was a joint! She accepted it when the woman handed it to her. She took a deep hit. Wanted to shut off her brain before Daniel arrived and…and made love to the beautiful brunette beside her. She was barely able to conceal her tears.
"Well, I do have other business to attend to. I’ll send your purchase in." With a smile, the woman left, taking the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign and putting it on the handle as she did so.
There was something…familiar…about that woman. She couldn’t put her finger on it. She took another hit. Then sat straight up. The woman had left! She wasn’t going to be…he wasn’t going to…her mind was spinning. A door to the side of the room opened. She watched as he walked towards her, completely naked and aroused. He hadn’t shaved for at least two days, she noticed.
He knelt down in front of her. "My Lady," he said softly. He refilled her chalice.
She smiled. "What is your name?" she whispered.
"Daniel," he replied. "And yours, My Lady?"
She her smile widened. "Casey."
He reached up and took the joint from her hand, took a hit. Just as Wade had done, he put his lips to hers and blew gently, letting her inhale the smoke. He moved his lips to her throat. He knew exactly what Wade had done, it was burned into his brain forever. But hopefully by reliving this, letting her put him in Wade’s place, she would stop having the nightmares, finally heal from all that had happened. Who knew, maybe it would help him as well. He slowly unlaced her bustier. He wasn’t sure what had been said, if anything. This part he would have to make up as he went along.
She let her hands move over his shoulders, one made its way to his hair.
"Do I please you, My Lady?" he whispered.
"Oh, yes!" she whispered in return.
He lowered his head to kiss her, his fingers still working the lace from the bustier. He could feel her lips trembling slightly, he reached out with his mind. She was…frightened. Unsure of what was happening, or why. He tried to soothe her, relax her. "I am here to please you, My Lady," he said softly when he pulled away from her sweet lips. "Whatever you desire, what ever pleases you, I will do."
Her heart was hammering against her ribs now. She'd felt him touch her, softly...gently; allowed him to sense her fear, her disquiet. Welcomed the tender, calming touch. She listened carefully to what he said. She still wasn’t sure what was going on. She did know that he was recreating that day…doing everything like Wade had…her eyes went wide. Just as he had changed so many of her nightmares, he was changing what had happened in Madame Seleconne’s pleasure house! He was pulling the lace from her bustier, he pushed it aside and lowered his head, began to make love to her breasts. She held him close, sighed as his tongue teased her, tasted her. "Oh, Daniel, that’s wonderful," she said softly.
He looked up at her and smiled. "I’m glad it pleases you." He moved down to her feet, gently pulled her boots off. He massaged them for a moment, before kissing her instep. He sucked and nibbled her toes, smiled when his touch made her jump and giggle. Again, just as Wade had done, he pulled her leather pants from her hips. Unlike Wade, however, he would not miss the opportunity to taste her. He started at her ankles and worked his way up one leg, kissing and licking and nipping at her skin, then back down the other. When he settled himself between her thighs, she was already breathing hard. He reached up for the joint, it was almost gone, took a hit, gave it to her.
Casey took the last hit off of the joint, let her head fall back as he lowered his head to her body. She jumped slightly when he began to suck on the skin at the tops of her inner thighs. She couldn’t hold back the moan that filled her when he at last began to feast on the center of her need. His caresses, kisses, always took her to the pinnacle of pleasure.
He made love to her slowly, tasting her, teasing her. He lapped at the honey that was flowing from her sweet well, so addicted to her that he couldn’t seem to get enough. He pushed his tongue deeper to get more; god, he needed more! When at last his thirst for her was satisfied, he moved up to her swollen nub, running the flat of his tongue over her again and again. He made sure to rub his face against her thighs, smiled inwardly at each gasp when he did so. He slid his fingers into her, her hips jerking toward his hand.
"Please, let me taste you," she begged.
"As you wish, My Lady," he whispered. He rolled to his back, watched as she slid down and took him into her mouth. He closed his eyes, let her make love to him, let her take him on that heavenly journey to paradise. He wrapped his hands in her hair. Too close, she was taking him too close to the edge. "I must pleasure you, My Lady," he said softly.
She looked up at him and smiled. "Pleasing you gives me pleasure," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
His heart was pounding against his ribs, his soul soaring. "Just as pleasing you gives me pleasure." He gently pulled her away from him, piled several of the pillows on the cushion behind her and settled her on her back.
"Love me, Daniel," she whispered.
He moved over her, her legs circled his hips. He pushed into her, felt her body wrap around him like fist, squeezing him, holding him. He wondered for one brief second if she had done that for Wade. Something in the back of his mind told him that she hadn’t. Even if her mind hadn’t been aware of what was going on, her body had, and without the Fire, she had found no satisfaction in what Wade was doing. Just as he could find none with Ishtar. That thought gave him comfort. He began to move slowly, his hips pulling him out, pushing him back in. Her hands were on his shoulders, she was kissing his chest, running her tongue over his tattoo.
She hesitantly pulled forth the memories of being with Wade. He hadn’t worshipped her, hadn’t set her body on fire the way that only Daniel could. She was burning, so hot she was afraid she'd burst into flames. Daniel filled her completely, Wade hadn't been able to do that. He had filled her - but not like Daniel. He hadn’t stretched her to take him in. She reveled in the sensations, knowing that only her Beloved could make her feel this way. She began to rub her hips against his, the stimulation driving her crazy. She could feel her orgasm building, knew that it wouldn’t be long until she was crying out. She looked up into his blue eyes, so full of love, full of fire. She ran her fingers over his jaw, the stubble of his beard adding to the wonderful sensations of touching him. He was the only one. Here, in this room that looked so much like that one, where the smell of wine and pot and sandalwood filled the air, her memories became blurred with what was happening. Only one face filled her mind, only one body. "Daniel," she breathed. "Oh, yes, Daniel!"
He smiled when she whispered his name. "Love you, Angel. Only you, always you," he whispered.
"Only you, Daniel, I love only you, always you," she replied. Her fingers were still on his face. Her legs pulled him closer, held him tighter, her back began to arch beneath him. Her thighs began to quiver, and she began to whimper softly.
"That’s it, Angel. Come for me, give it to me, babe," he whispered softly.
She cried out, her body flying nearly as high as her soul as her climax rushed over her in sweet waves of pleasure. Her body trembled, the feelings intense and wonderful and good. "Please, Daniel, love me. Fill me with your love," she whispered.
He began to move faster, harder, deeper. He could feel his own release building. He cried out as he hurled over the edge of the cliff into the pristine waves of ecstasy. He pulsed inside her, his body shaking, his heart pounding; his soul, and mind, satisfied that he had replaced her bad memories with much more pleasant ones. He dropped down onto her, still panting. "Love you, Angel," he said. He could never tell her enough, never see often enough how the words made her face, her eyes, light up.
"Love you, Sweetheart."
He rolled over, held her close to his chest. "Are you all right?"
"Oh, yes! Oh, Daniel…" she folded her arms on his chest, rested her chin on them, and looked at him. Her eyes were shining. "I don’t think I’ll have to worry about nightmares," she said softly.
He hugged her tighter. "Good."
"That was the reason for…this…wasn’t it?"
"For this part, yeah. The rest of the weekend is just because I want to be alone with you, and make love to you until you can’t move."
"I like the sound of that," she said. She moved one hand up to his face, running her fingers over his beard. "I do so love it when you don’t shave for a day or two. I love you when you’re clean shaven…but this is…fun."
He smiled. "Whatever pleases you, Beloved."
Now it was her turn to smile. "You please me, Beloved." She was glad she had decided to put that little harem outfit into her purse. "Have you had dinner?"
"No. Let’s order room service."
She smiled. "Sounds good to me. Then we’ll take a shower…then…" she looked up at him.
"Then I have something to show you."
He shivered at the look in her eyes. "Okay. Am I going to like it?"
"Oh, I think so."
He reached for the phone on the low table. "What shall we get?"
"Whatever you want, My Heart."
He ordered their meal, and they lay and held each other until they had to get up to eat.
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