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This Thing Called Love
The kitchen was cleaned up, the house was quiet, and Emily was sound asleep. Daniel had waited all day, wondering what it was that Casey could be wearing under her lovely but very modest outfit.
He turned down the bed, stripped and crawled onto it, waiting for Casey to finish in the bathroom. He was sitting on the bed, against the pillows, watching the door when she walked in. "Sweet Jesus! You’ve been walking around in that all day?"
She giggled and nodded. She was wearing a white, lacy pair of panties and a matching demi-bra.
He stared at her, his body hard and ready for her. He'd never seen a pair of crotchless panties before; well, not on a real woman…and that bra was…good god there wasn’t much to it, and it was so sheer it was…about to drive him crazy, that’s what! The thought that she had been wearing those under that modest outfit all day long made him even harder. "Come over here…let’s see how those things work," he said, his voice strained.
She walked to the bed, watching his eyes as he watched her body. After all these years he still looked at her like that, still took her breath away with the pure animal lust that filled those blue eyes.
He reached for her, pulled her on top of him, waited for her to straddle him. He watched her reach down and guide his raging hard-on into her warm, wet well. He sucked in a breath as she settled over him, taking him all the way into her sweet body. His hands went for her hips, his fingers running over and under the soft lace.
"So, do you like them?"
"I’m thinking I should wear them the next time we go to a play, in case we want to make love in the back of the jeep again. Then I won’t have to take them off," she whispered, moving over him, slowly, seductively.
He moaned at the vision she painted, the remembered images of her riding him in the backseat of the jeep. He was thrusting up into her, her hips rocking against him. "Let me taste you, babe," he said.
She unfastened the bra, tossed it to the floor, and leaned forward, letting him suckle at will. The attention he gave her breasts added to the already amazing sensations that were flooding her body. She moved her fingers between them, found the rhythm she needed. "Oh, Daniel… oh…" she whispered. Her thighs quivered against his hips.
"Come for me, Angel, give it to me," he whispered in return. He smiled when that adorable whimper filled her throat, grinned when she tossed her head back and cried out his name. He held her tightly, thrust harder into her, and found his own release, her name filling the air around them as he cried out. He pulled her close, nuzzled her neck.
"I’m sorry I was so…bitchy," she said softly. "I don’t know why you put up with me."
"It’s this thing called love, Angel," he replied. "I love you. Makes the holidays easier to deal with." He was grinning against her soft skin.
She giggled. "Love you, too. I promise to try and relax more."
She raised off of him enough that he could slide down on the bed, then she settled herself on him once again. His arms went around her, his hand moved up and down her back. Exhausted after two days of planning and cooking, and the excitement of the day itself, within minutes she was sound asleep.
Daniel smiled, kissed her temple. He had hoped to make love again, but realized she was completely worn out. He held her, his body so accustomed to having her on him this way that he could feel himself relax. He was asleep before he realized it.
A A A A A A
Duncan had left a message at the gate that as soon as he arrived, Daniel was to come to his office. He was puzzled, but not alarmed. Since SG-1 had been pulled from the roster, only an emergency would put them back on it; the alarms and klaxons weren’t wailing, and none of the other team members had been called.
"What’s up?" Daniel asked as he walked into the office.
Duncan looked up from a file and motioned for the younger man to have a seat. "We have a new transfer coming through. Archaeologist from UCLA has managed to get herself assigned to the SGC program on Earth, and put in for a transfer here. Guess word of our Archaeological Center has spread."
"Okay." He frowned slightly.
"Now, the bad news. I always run names from transfer requests by Hammond and Monroe, they do the same. Hammond recognized the name. It seems this young lady’s father was a member of NID a few years back. From what we can find out, we believe she’s followed in Daddy’s footsteps. I need you to get close to her, find out what NID is up to, what they’re after. She’s still a graduate student, so you can be her mentor, guide her, that sort of thing. Find out what those bastards are trying to pull."
Daniel looked hard at the man. "I don’t like this."
"Hey, you don’t have to sleep with her, Daniel. Treat her like the student that she is. Just find out what’s going on." Duncan closed the file and handed it to him.
"I want Casey to know." He didn’t open the file, he’d do that as soon as he got up to the Center.
Duncan nodded. "It would be impossible for Casey not to know. Like I said, she’s a student, treat her as such. I haven’t met her yet, she’s due here-"
The klaxons began to wail.
"About now," the Scot finished. "Go on over to the Center, I’ll bring her there and introduce her."
With a nod, Daniel stood and was on his way. ‘Casey?’
‘We need to talk.’
‘Isn’t that what we’re doing?’
He couldn’t help but grin. ‘Smart aleck. Meet me in the Center when you’re finished.’
‘I’ll be there in a little less than an hour.’
‘Okay. Love you.’
‘Love you, too.’
Mike Potter and Terry Williams, two Immortal archaeologists, were busy uncrating artifacts when he arrived. He greeted them, spoke briefly with them about the new arrival, then went into the large conference room where all Center meetings were held. He dropped down into the chair at the head of the table, where he always sat, and opened the file. He groaned. Dark hair, dark eyes. He sighed. How would this affect his Wife? Would it bring back all the hurt…the memories…the nightmares? He slapped it closed with a muttered curse. And NID, too. Just as bad as the friggin’ Goa’uld, in his opinion.
Ten minutes later Duncan was bringing Ms. Sheila Roberts into the Center. "This is Doctor Jackson. You’ll be working for him. He’s an expert on ancient cultures, you’d be wise to listen to him," Duncan said in way of introduction. "Doctor Jackson, this is Ms. Roberts, the newest archaeologist to Gamma.
"Ms. Roberts, nice to meet you," Daniel said.
The young woman looked up into amazing blue eyes and felt her knees turn to jelly. Photographs she had seen of him did not do the man justice. She hoped that she would be working closely with Doctor Jackson. Very closely! A little slap and tickle on top of a crate or two would be just the ticket for keeping herself happy in this hell-hole she had been relegated to, as punishment for ‘over-zealousness’. Gawd! Just because she'd killed a woman who could have blown the whistle on an entire group of undercover agents! She should have been given a medal, for crissakes! "I’ve read everything you’ve written," she gushed. She left her fingers wrapped around his longer than necessary. She smiled at him, gave him a subtle wink.
Daniel looked at Duncan. That man had not missed a thing. He raised an eyebrow. "That’s nice. Well, I hope you’re ready to get to work. Mike and Terry could use some help. I’ll introduce you." With a nod at Duncan, he shoved his hands into his pockets and led the young woman to where the two Immortals were working.
Sheila slipped her arm through his. "This place is amazing!" she said, her eyes wide. It truly was, and she couldn’t wait to get a closer look at some of the more interesting artifacts that caught her eye. She was only slightly put off when Daniel pulled his hand from his pocket, effectively ridding himself of her grasp. When he had his hand back in the same pocket, she looped her arm through is again. This time, he took her arm and placed it at her side.
"Just so you know, I’m married. Very happily. Crazy in love with my wife. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known," he said, the edge in his voice catching her attention.
"Oh, don’t worry, Daniel, I’m not the ‘forever’ type. I just like good sex, and lots of it," she replied, winking at him. She hadn't met a man yet who could refuse an offer like that.
His eyes turned to ice. "I don’t care who you…fraternize with…on your own time. Leave me alone, or you’ll be back on Earth so fast you won’t know what happened." He didn’t give a damn how much information Duncan wanted from this woman, there was no way he was going to do anything that could be misunderstood and hurt Casey. She had been hurt too much, he had hurt her too much. Never again.
Her own dark eyes narrowed. "Is that a threat, Daniel?"
"It’s a promise, and you will refer to me as Doctor Jackson. Do you understand?"
She lowered her eyes. Okay, so he was going to play hard to get. "I’m sorry…Doctor Jackson. I guess we sort of got off on the wrong foot. Please, can we just start over? Hi, I’m Sheila Roberts," she said, smiling, holding out her hand.
He looked at her, nodded, but did not take her hand. "Okay, Ms. Roberts." He turned to the two men working at a long table. "Mike, Terry, this is Sheila Roberts. She’s a grad student here to help out. Ms. Roberts, Mike Potter and Terry Williams. Do what they ask, no complaining, do a good job, and I’ll be happy. Whatever you need, guys," he said. Without another word to her he turned and went back into the conference room.
"Well, he’ll be fun to tame," she giggled. She batted her eyelashes at the two men, unaware that they were Immortal, and from experience gained over centuries, were already onto her ‘game’.
The two men looked at each other and grinned. "Twenty bucks says Casey whips her ass by nightfall," Terry said.
"Nope…it’ll be before then," Mike countered.
"Who is Casey?" Sheila asked.
"Hmmph. She sounds like a frightful shrew!"
"Yeah, well, if Casey is a shrew, please God make all women shrews like her," Mike grinned.
She studied the two men. Neither of them seemed to have given her more than a cursory glance.
"Here, take this clipboard, start inventorying what we already have unpacked. The pieces are all tagged, all you have to do is compare the list to the items present on the table. Think you can handle it?" Mike asked.
"Of course I can," she said, giving him her best flirty smile.
He just grunted and walked away.
What was with the men on Gamma? They all seemed…immune…to her charms. That had never happened before! Her ‘charms’ made her a valuable asset to the Company. Her father had told her that. Well, a shorter skirt, a skimpier blouse, a lot more cleavage tomorrow, and she’d start getting results.
A A A A A A
Not quite an hour later Sheila looked up when a stunning blonde woman walked into the building. The blonde headed straight into the conference room; the NID agent saw Daniel get up and close the door, but not before she caught sight of his hand reaching for the blonde, and the woman’s arms going around his neck. Hmmm…was this the little missus, or his afternoon delight? She gave a smirk, and headed straight for the closed door. She didn’t knock, she shoved it open and walked in, caught them mid-kiss. "Oh, Doctor Jackson, I’m so sorry!" she said, making her eyes go wide.
Daniel looked at her. "Case, this is Sheila Roberts. She’s a grad student from UCLA here to help out for awhile. Ms. Roberts, this is my wife, Casey Jackson."
Damn! It wasn’t going to be easy to compete with that!
Casey looked at the young woman, took note of the dark hair and eyes and barely suppressed a shudder. She forced a smile. "Welcome to Gamma, Ms. Roberts."
Hmmm…she looks…uncomfortable. Sheila's glance went to Daniel. Did he perchance have a preference for brunettes, thus the barely hidden distrust that lurked in those green eyes? Interesting. "Thank you, it’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Jackson."
"What was it that you needed?" Daniel asked bluntly.
"Uh…restroom," Sheila said.
Daniel pointed to a short hallway visible from where they stood. He waited until the woman left, watched to make sure she entered the bathroom. "NID," he said. "Or so Duncan and General Hammond believe."
Casey took a step away from him, wrapped her arms around her waist. Felt that familiar panic rise up. "Okay. So I guess you’re going to be working closely with her, right?"
Daniel shook his head. He could see the fear, the dread in her eyes. Could see her trying to shut herself away…away from him. "Not that closely. I’ve already clued Mike and Terry in. They’re going to work with her, see if they can get her to talk. Mike is single, he said he’d see how far he can get. One thing he did say is that she’s set her sights for me, to quote him."
"I noticed that," she said softly. She put her hands on his chest.
He put his arms around her and pulled her close. "Babe, I love you. I’m crazy about you. Head-over-heels in love with you. No woman, especially a cold, calculating, bitch like that could ever hold my attention. My heart, and my head, are so filled with you that no other woman even registers."
She smiled. "Thank you. I needed to hear that."
"Want to hear what I have planned for you when I get home tonight?"
She giggled. "Yes I would." He whispered in her ear, making her body shiver, setting fire to her heart. "I’ll hold you to that," she smiled softly.
"It’s a promise, My Star," he replied in kind.
Sheila shook her head from where stood, hidden near the door. This might not be as easy as she thought. She had only heard from the part about him being head-over-heels in love with his wife. The reassurances should have given her hope. But the fact that he saw her as a cold, calculating bitch…which she would admit was true…gave her pause. Maybe she would do better to focus her attention on either Mike or Terry, and just do what she could to keep Doctor Jackson’s life in turmoil…for now. Yes, that sounded like a plan.
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