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This Thing Called Love

Chapter 4

Daniel talked to Mike briefly before leaving, both of them casting glances at where Sheila was finishing up with the inventory. She noticed them talking, aware that they had glanced her way a time or two. Daniel nodded, clapped the man on the shoulder, and walked out of the center.

‘Babe, I’m on my way home. Need anything?’ He asked, climbing into the car. He had finally convinced Casey that it was all right for them to use their special gift of communication for more than just missions. It had certainly cut down the cell phone bill!

‘Just you.’ He knew she was smiling the sweet, seductive smile that turned his insides to mush.

‘That’s nice to hear,’ he said, a smile of his own lighting his face. ‘I’ll be there in a few minutes.’

‘We’ll be here waiting for you.’

‘Love you, Angel.’

‘Love you, too, Sweetheart.’

He stopped long enough at the florist to pick up a small bouquet of flowers. Nothing expensive or extravagant, just a little something to let her know that he loved her, and belonged totally and wholly to her.

Emily was standing at the front door, which was open, waiting for him. "Daddee!" she squealed, her little legs carrying her to the driveway as fast as they could.

He grinned as he opened the car door and stepped out, crouched down and caught his daughter in a hug. "Hey, Princess! How’s my girl?"

"‘Kay," she said, nodding. "Pweddy fwowers!"

"They’re for Mommy. Do you think she’ll like them?" he asked, already on the porch.

Emily nodded. "Mommy’ll wike the fwowers."

"I’m home," he called, stepping into the house and closing the door.

Casey came from the kitchen, a smile on her face, love shining in her eyes. "Welcome home, my heart," she said softly, leaning up to kiss him. She slipped her tongue between his lips, teased him, made promises of what was to come.

His heart beat harder, faster from her kiss, from the love that he saw reflected in those deep green eyes. "Thanks, babe. Glad to be home."

"Daddee bwung fwowers, Mommee!" Emily said excitedly.

She looked from her daughter to her husband. He didn’t miss the look of panic that flickered over her face, lingered in her eyes. "You have to ‘court’ her, don’t you?"

He put Emily down on the floor, and pulled her into his embrace. "What in the world would make you think that?"

"Flowers. And dark hair and dark eyes." She closed her eyes, clung to him, chiding herself for being clingy and ridiculous. "I’m sorry, Daniel. I just-"

He pulled her tight against him. "Shh, babe, you don’t have to explain." No, she didn’t have to explain. He'd nearly killed her when he had stood beside Neferteri, kissed herpretended to choose the Goa’uld over his Wife and Daughter. That wound was too easily reopened, and probably would be for a long time to come. He just had to make sure that it wasn’t. "No, I’m not going to be ‘courting’ her. That’s Mike’s job."

"Daniel, I have a really bad feeling about her," Casey whispered.

"Angel, you don’t need your special gift to figure that out. Mike and Terry think she’s going to be trouble. Big trouble. If she gets to be a pain in the ass, she goes back. I don’t care what Duncan wants to know about the NID. If he’s so damned interested, let him ‘court’ her." He kissed her again. "I love you, Angel, and there is no way that I’m going to do anything that could hurt you. Never again."

She snuggled into his embrace, let his words wash over her, taking the fear with them. "Love you, too. She really does have her sights set on you."

"Babe, there is only one woman that my eyes see. That my heart hears. That my soul needs. That my body aches for."

"Sweet talker," she smiled.

He handed her the flowers. "These are just because. I’m yours babe; heart, mind, body and soul."

She took the fragrant blossoms and buried her nose in them. "Thank you. They’re beautiful."

He kissed her forehead. "So what’s for dinner? I’m starving!"

She smiled and led him into the kitchen, happy now that she had opted to have one of his favorites, a dish of her lasagna. Her smile widened when he opened the oven door, then looked at her with a wide grin of his own. She put the flowers in water, sat them on the table.

"Any reason for the lasagna?" he asked, watching her.

"Yeah. You like it. And I like pleasing you, Master," she replied, smiling seductively, pressing against him.

"You like teasing me," he said, kissing the tip of her nose. "Such a naughty Little Slave."

"But you love me anyway," she said, looking up at him, sliding her hands into the rear pockets of his Dockers.

"With all my heart," he said, hugging her again.


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It was nearly eleven p.m. when the phone rang. Casey answered. "Hello?"

"Oh…uh…hello." There was a soft giggle. "Is Dan…er…Doctor Jackson there?"

She felt her hands curling into fists. "May I ask who’s calling?"

"It’s Sheilakins…oops…Ms. Roberts," the voice giggled again.

Casey put her hand over the mouthpiece. "Daniel, it’s ‘Sheilakins’," she said softly.

The look he gave her made her giggle out loud. "Who?"

"Ms. Roberts."

He rolled his eyes. "You have got to be kidding! Stay on the line, babe. I want you to hear this."

She nodded, waited for him to pick up, then clicked the receiver as if she had hung up.

"Doctor Jackson, this is Sheila Roberts. I’m sorry to disturb you at home, but you left before I could find out exactly what time I should arrive in the morning." Her voice was crisp and professional.

"Eight is fine, Ms. Roberts," Daniel replied.

"Eight o’clock it is. Thank you, and again, I apologize for disturbing you at home."

Casey was shaking her head when she walked into the den. "She’s not quite as smart as she thinks she is, but she is smart. She was all breathless and giggly when I answered the phone."

Daniel frowned.

"She’s going to try and convince me that there is something going on between you and her. I can feel it."

The frown deepened. "So what do you want to do about it?"

"Is there anything we can do? Short of you not speaking to her or being near her at all, she’s going to be able to at least give the appearance that she’s having an affair with you. I suggest that we let our family and friends know what’s going on. I have the feeling that she’s going to try and let the small town rumor mill do a lot of her work for her. If we can stop those rumors in their tracks, maybe we can derail her enough to find out what’s going on."

He pulled her close, locked his arms around her, buried his face against her hair. "As long as you know that there is nothing going on, that’s all I’m worried about."

"I know, Daniel."

"I love you, Case. More than I can tell you."

"I know that, too."

"Let me show you," he whispered. He picked her up carried her into the bedroom, put her on her feet beside the bed. He slowly undressed her, kissing every inch of skin he exposed. He hastily stripped off his own clothes, then picked her up again and gently laid her down. He stretched out beside her and kissed her sweet lips. He settled over her, his hands and mouth moving over her breasts, making love to her, tasting, teasing, savoring every soft moan she made. He slid down, began to tease her belly, tugged at that navel ring with his teeth, ran his tongue around it, smiling when the muscles rippled under his mouth. Moved down again, and began to worship her, every gentle lick, kiss and nibble intended to bring her ever closer to her release, and doing exactly that.

She was panting by the time he started moving up her body again. "Let me worship you, Daniel…I need to taste you," she whispered.

He shivered with anticipation as he laid down beside her. He filled his hands with her long hair as she lowered her head and took him into her mouth. He closed his eyes, let her take him higher and higher with that talented tongue.

Casey made love to him, her body already burning so hot that she was afraid of setting the sheets on fire. He had taken her to the cusp of release, her body was still humming on the edgetasting him, feeling him in her mouth and hands only added to that vibration.

"In you babe, now," he said softly, knowing that if he didn’t stop her now, she would take him over the top.

She rolled to her back, wrapped her legs around his waist as he moved over her. She watched his eyes as he entered her, saw them darken as he pushed into her body. He was moving slowly, pushing as deep as he could with each thrust. He filled her so completely, made her feel so good!

Her body took him in, wrapped around him like a fist, held him tightly. God, she always felt so damned good! Her hips were meeting his thrust for thrust, her body grinding against his. No other woman could ever feel this incredible, could ever make him feel this way. The fire licked around him, everywhere that their skin touched he was burning, the sensations she was giving him setting his very soul on fire.

Release was just seconds away, she could feel it. His mouth was on her throat, marking her, the touch as reassuring as it was arousing. Her own mouth went to his shoulder, nipping at him, tasting him, marking him.

He felt the quiver in her thighs, heard that sweetest of sounds fill her throat. "That’s it babe, you’re right there…give it to me, Angel, come for me," he whispered.

She cried out his name as she flew to the heights of ecstasy, her body trembling with pleasure, her arms and legs pulling him closer. "Love me, Daniel, fill me with your love…let me feel you throb," she whispered in his ear.

The words burned through him. He began to move harder, faster, deeper. Her tongue was tracing the Mayan symbol on his chest, her hands were kneading his shoulders. He cried out, her name bouncing off of the walls around them as he gave her all that he had, his body shaking with his release, and the pleasure he derived from it.

He rolled them over, still breathing hard, his arms holding her closely. "Love you, Angel," he said softly.

"Love you, My Heart," she replied.




They were still holding one another, the afterglow of their love still clinging to them. Daniel had made his decision as soon as Casey had confirmed his own suspicions about what Sheila Roberts was about to do. "Babe, I want you working with me in the Center. I want you there whenever she is. I know it means not teaching in the gym for awhile-"

"Afraid of her, huh?" she asked, smiling against his shoulder.

He smiled. "No, not of her. Afraid of her hurting you. If you’re there all the time, it will be damn hard for her to try anything."

His love, his concern, his need to have her close filled her heart to overflowing. She hadn’t realized how desperate he was to prevent another situation like the one with Neferteri from coming between them again. "If that’s what you want, Sweetheart, that’s fine by me."

He relaxed. "Good. Sleep, now Angel. There really is a lot of work to do." He smiled when he felt her body relax against him, and felt her soft, steady breathing. His arms stayed around her. He had come so close to losing her so many times that even a perceived threat brought that fear raging back into his mind, his heart. Nothing would stand between him and his wife, his Chosen; he would allow nothing to threaten her, or their marriage. Nothing. And he would do whatever it took to protect her.

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