Daughter of the Gods-Dark Illusions
by Lisa Beth Darling
Adult Daniel Jackson Fan Fiction

Chapter Two
Friday, February 13th
Sunset
1313 Mockingbird Lane
Silver Springs, Colorado

I don’t know what to do
and I’m always in the dark
We’re livin’ in a powder keg
and givin’ off sparks.
I really need you tonight.
Forever’s gonna start tonight.
Bonnie Tyler
Total Eclipse of the Heart
(words & music by Jim Steinham, baby)

Evening came and Daniel returned home to a full dinner; rare roast beef with roasted potatoes and spinach followed by chocolate cream pie, all of which she had (of course) made herself.

"I thought I told you to rest today, to just stay in bed. What is all this?" He asked as he sat at the dining room table and saw that his dinner was laid out before him. Daniel looked around. “Jeez, Cal, the house looks like a cleaning crew came through here.”

"I thought that you might be hungry when you came home and besides, I'm just no good at laying in bed all day." She explained as she took a seat next to him. "It hurts my back." Calla added hopefully as she smiled for him. “With me going off with you so often, the house suffered, it’s clean now.”

"Yeah, I can see that. It wasn’t filthy, you know. Did you pack a bag for tomorrow?" Daniel asked as he cut a piece of the rare roast and popped it in his mouth. As always, it was absolutely delicious. The girl could cook and do any number of things which came under the heading of 'Womanly Arts'. Seemed David hadn't changed that one. "This is wonderful." He commented as he dipped into the potato and Calla smiled brightly. "What?"

"Nothing," she laughed and shook her head. "It’s just the smallest things I do seem to surprise and please you the most. I cooked dinner and it's edible, you look at me as though you're eating in a four star New York restaurant." She laughed again and poured red wine into Daniel's glass. "Yes, I did pack something for my stay on the base." Calla picked up her fork and began to . . .

Eat.

Daniel said nothing about it but it was the first time he'd seen her do more than just push the food around on her plate. Calla was actually eating it, even the meat. "Do you want a glass?" He asked as he reached for the wine but she covered the glass with her hand.

"No thank you," she saw the quizzical look in his eye and headed off the question before he could ask it, "I took one of those pain pills earlier and you're not supposed to mix them with alcohol."

"No, you're not." He smiled a small satisfied grin as he put the wine back onto the table. Last month she would have been unconcerned with such a thing as Doctors Orders or warning labels on prescription drugs. No, she would have been happily mixing the wine (and any other alcohol she could find) with Valium and percs. Maybe things were getting better after all.

"What's bothering you today, the back, the shoulder or the knee?" Daniel asked and realized he was reaching for seconds on the roast. The food tasted as though she sprinkled it with faery dust or some other magickal powder. Everything about it was all at once crisp yet perfectly blended and lovingly cooked to the utmost perfection. She could have been anything, a famous chef or musician or Ruler of the Known Universe and instead she was sitting here playing House with him.

"My back always bothers me." She commented as the last of the potato which had been on her plate slid into her delicate mouth and down her throat. It did taste good and she was absolutely starving. "I don't know what Colonel O'Neill did, but my shoulder is better than it's been in years." She moved it around in the socket to show him. It rotated easily and without any noticeable popping sounds. "The knee is,” she sighed a little, “well, it’s as good as it’s going to get. Ready for coffee and dessert?" Gracefully she rose from her place at the table, reaching for his empty plate as he sat back. “Shall we have it in the living room or would you like it here?”

“The living room is fine. Let me help you with that.” Together they cleared the table and put the leftovers in the refrigerator. Calla stacked the dishes in the dishwasher and when she turned around Daniel had coffee and dessert on a tray just waiting to go into the living area.

“I could have gotten that.” She protested lightly.

“So can I. C’mon, sit with me.” Daniel invited as he walked past her. She seemed so there tonight. To say the least, she was chattier than she had been in a long time and she wasn’t rambling or particularly watching her words. It left him to wonder what had happened while she was at home today. Sitting by the warmth of the fire, she gazed at him with eyes that sparkled and held light but her conversation left him with no clues.

“Would you like to watch a movie in bed?”

“Excuse me?” Her words startled him. That had come with no warning at all and he was unsure of what she was really trying to tell or ask him. "What did you say?"

"My back aches a little, and I would like to lie down now. It's still early, if you like we can take our coffee and dessert upstairs and watch a movie together." Her gaze turned to the picture window where outside large flakes were falling from the sky. "It's a cold dark night, Daniel, would you not like to be warm in bed with me?"

Intrigued by her sudden change of heart, Daniel was anxious to see where this was going to lead. "Yes. I got you a new movie to watch." Since coming to live with him, Calla had become quite the fan of movies and DVDs, her collection so far contained about 40 titles. Daniel had not bought all of them for her, it seemed that movies were a universal concept. When anyone found out she was into them, they couldn’t wait to share their own favorites with her. With DVD’s being so inexpensive these days, rather than rent her one, more often than not they just bought her a copy of their favorite movie and came over to watch it and eat popcorn. She loved it.

From his brief case, Daniel produced a white DVD cover and handed it over to her.

Shrek. Read the title and Calla took in the images of the princess, the donkey and the big green “Ogre?” She asked. “What is this? Why do they look so strange?” She asked as she turned the cover over and Daniel asked if she remembered cartoons and animation. It took her a few moments but she did remember seeing Bugs Bunny once or twice. “This is for a child.” She protested.

“Animation has come along way since we were kids, Cal. It’s funny, and you’ll like it.” Daniel told her and a delicate hand with slender fingers slipped into his line of sight. Daniel picked up the tray from the coffee table and followed her up the stairs. Her gait was stiff and slow, she held up the hem of her dress as she walked, Daniel saw that she was still wearing the knee brace. "You know, I can, ah, I can help you with your aching back if you want, and that leg. A little massage perhaps?" Daniel said as he began to pilot the waters around him. This was another one of her little tests, but it could turn out to be a pleasurable one if he didn’t rush it. He put the tray down on the night stand by the bed.

"Perhaps later.” She sighed. “Put the movie in, Daniel." She waved her hand toward the television. "I'm going to change." Calla disappeared into the walk-in closet and reappeared a few moments later wearing a long white satin nightgown. She reached over for the robe on the chair and slipped it onto to her willowy body. Looking around her, Calla still remembered the feeling of dread which settled deep in her heart as she held onto Daniels’ hand and ascended the stairs to the bedroom when she returned from the infirmary. Before she could even reach the doorway she felt certain she was going to break down in tears, it took everything she had not to run back the way she had come. Then her fear and dread suddenly turned to elation upon entering the room. Calla turned around with tears in her eyes and threw her arms around Daniel’s neck. It was the last time she had shown him such an unguarded and spontaneous display of emotion.

The bed they had shared was gone. In its place was a brand-new king-sized bed, mattress, pillows and sheets. Daniel had thrown the bed that she had shared with him and with David into the trash along with everything that went with it. Daniel swore that he had donated the old bed to a charity but she didn't think that was true, she thought he had taken it to the dump or worse but never questioned him on it. He did not want her to face the old bed, possibly not for completely unselfish reasons but that didn't matter. Just the idea that she never had to look at that bed again, never mind sleep in it, because Daniel had thought about her and put her first. Though she was scarred physically and emotionally, she still hoped that one day she could find a way to share this new bed with him and be the wife he claimed she was. Walking a thin line, Calla pulled back the covers and slid into the bed.

Seeing that she intended to get comfortable and settled for the night, Daniel decided to make one last check of the house before settling in with her. Checking the house had become a regular obsession with him as of late. Always the thought of leaving her alone, even for a few minutes, filled him with trepidation. What if David was still around? What if he was just watching and waiting for his chance to snatch her away? Walking around the darkened house, Daniel made sure each window on the first floor was shut and locked tight before setting the alarm and heading back up the stairs. Daniel refused to invest in an inexpensive alarm system. This one was top of the line. It was hooked up to every window and door on the first floor, not just a few of them. It was also hooked up to the windows in the bathroom, guest bedroom and the room they once shared. As an extra precaution he had two panic buttons installed on each floor. On the first floor they were nicely hidden in the living room and dining room, on the second floor there was one in her bedroom and one in the bathroom. All she had to do was push any one of those buttons and it would send the alarm to the police and send out an automated call to Daniel's cell phone, alerting him to the danger at home.

Walking through the open door of the bedroom was a strange experience. It was like walking into a dream, or perhaps, walking into ones’ past. There she was, in the bed, waiting for him, just as she had so many nights before . . .

before . . .

The soft terry cloth robe she had been wearing when he left was now tossed over the chair next to the bed. “Is everything all right?” She asked and turned down the covers on his side of the bed.

"Everything's fine, don't worry." Daniel whispered as he laid down on the bed and picked up the remote control. Calla slid next to him and laid her head on his shoulder. The satin nightgown was soft beneath his hand, but Calla was soon moving his hand away from her back and drawing the blankets further around her. "Cold?" That wasn't it, if she was cold she wouldn't have taken off the robe. She didn't answer him, that was all right, her silence held the answer he was looking for. "I've seen them, you know." His tone was gentle as he referred to the scars David had left on her body.

"I know." Calla whispered and let out a small sigh. "They're ugly."

His ears heard what she said but his heart listened to what she meant. "You're beautiful." Daniel countered and smiled as she laughed in the dark. "Is that why you don't want me to rub your back, you don't want me to see them?"

"They're ugly." She repeated in a small voice. "You shouldn't have to look at them." Draping a towel over the bathroom mirror before undressing and stepping into the hot shower had become a common daily ritual for her since her return from the infirmary. Quick morning showers had replaced her long leisurely nightly baths, usually she took them before Daniel awoke. If she laid around in the warm tub, sooner or later, her eyes would betray her and focus themselves on the scars David had left upon her alabaster skin. They were the main reason she had not shared her bed with Daniel since her last encounter with his brother. She did not want Daniel to see her, not the way she was now. Calla would do anything to avoid his eyes on her. She would go so far as to dress and undress in the walk-in closet in the bedroom, as she had done tonight, or behind the locked bathroom door, any place that was private and dark.

The scars David had so generously left her with were fresh, new, and hideous, especially the one which ran almost the entire length of her left flank. They would always remind Daniel of the dark time when he failed to protect the woman who held his heart--again. This she did not want. She should not be a constant reminder of the heinous acts of his brother. Most of all, they were just ugly, making her look on the outside just as she felt on the inside, jagged, jaded and scarred. Repulsive. Hideous. A walking, talking, Frankenstein's Monster. How could any man ever find that attractive?

"Hum." He said pensively. "You shouldn't have to bare them." He picked up her finger tips in his hand while he rubbed his thumb over her silky skin. "I love you, Calla. David had . . . " in his arms, Calla cringed at the sound of his brother's name, Daniel held her a little closer, "no right to do that to you. You're not ugly. It wasn't your fault. They don't make you less attractive to me. No matter what, I love you and I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Doesn’t that count for anything?"

She shook her head against his shoulder. “How can you still think me beautiful when you sleep so far away from me now? Why do you lie to me, Lord Daniel? I am damaged, and you no longer touch me because of it.”

“I’ve never lied to you. I haven't been trying to punish you or anything like that. I have missed you, holding you in my arms, feeling you sleep beside me. Some nights, I stand outside your door, just listening, doing my best to watch over you." So, the open bedroom door, perhaps it wasn't a test after all but an invitation for him to rejoin her. She had been wondering why he had not taken her up on that offer, and she had begun to feel unworthy and unwanted by him. "I just want you to feel safe and don’t want you to see David when you look at me.” When we’re making love, he thought but did not say.

"You are very kind to me." Though she would never tell him, Daniel was right. Sometimes when she looked at him, she did see David. If he were standing with the shadow falling across his face or said something in just the right tone of voice, David insantly sprang to her mind. Calla did the best she could to remind herself that the two were not one in the same.

The soft warm weight of her next to him made his soul fly. It had been too long since she’d been this close to him, all he wanted was for her to lie here in his arms, just as she was and to never let her go. “That's because I love you. Let’s watch the movie.” Sometimes one could learn a lot from a Hollywood flick, Daniel was hoping this would be just such an event. Telling her things was one thing, she’d smile and nod and go on about her way, but if he could push her (just a little) into discovering things on her own then they stuck with her. She wasn’t as apt to blow them or him off. The movie, while hilarious, did have its message, one that concerned the subject she had just brought up to him. Daniel hoped the movie would help her understand what he was trying to tell her. While she watched Shrek, Donkey and Princess Fiona, Calla laughed in all the right spots. Not canned laughter. It was genuine. Calla’s laughter rang through the entire bedroom like the sound of faeries at play. It was good to hear that again as well.

Halfway through Shrek, Calla sat up beside him, "My Lord Daniel?"

He hit the pause button before answering her, "What?" It had been a long time since she called him that.

"Master Daniel, will you remove your shirt for me?" Her voice was soft and innocent, to him it seemed to hold no pretense.

Her request surprised him but it was not displeasing to him. However, the words Master Daniel were worse than Lord Daniel. A long time ago he’d realized that she called him Lord when she amorous and Master when she was afraid. Something was going on with her tonight, the way she was laying with him, curled up at his side just as he’d been hoping she would do for so many nights now. Something had happened today that made her change her mind so quickly and he wanted to know what it was. "Why? I'm right here. You don't need the shirt tonight."

"So I can hear your heart beat better." Calla raised herself to one elbow to look at him. "Feel the warmth of your skin."

So you can see the scar on my shoulder, just to make sure it's really me. He thought but did not say. "What are you doing, Cal? Hum. Tell me, what's going on?"

"Will you take off your shirt, please, my Lord?"

"Will you tell me what's bothering you?" He countered and then let out a sigh. He wanted to tell her to stop calling him that but she was in one of those moods again, looking down at her he saw the vast distance in her eyes. Calla seemed a million miles away from him. Daniel sat up and pulled the T-shirt over his head. Her eyes, like her fingers, immediately went to the knotted scar on his shoulder. It wasn't too hard for him to figure out that, in the end, it was the scar which had given David's identity away to her. Carefully he began to lie back against the pillows, taking the top of her head with him until it rested over the spot where his heart beat. There was a sharp coldness in his chest where her head lay soon it turned to warmth which flooded throughout his body. He knew that feeling, and was only just beginning to realize how much he had missed it. Daniel opened his eyes and realized that she was drawing from him again. Softly taking whatever energy it was that he had that she needed, her eyes were closed and her face completely relaxed. His very own elf or Hobbit, she could pass for either of those. Strong and defensive when she had to be but she’d rather dig in the dirt and generally be left alone to do as she pleased. That was all just right as rain with Daniel; Elf, Hobbit, Goddess, Lady of his Heart, she could have all she wanted of whatever it was she was taking, he seemed to have an endless supply of it. "Better?"

"Yes. Thank you."

Daniel waited a few moments to see if she would keep up her end of the bargain on her own when she did not, he prodded her. "Well, aren't you going to tell me what's bothering you?" Calla let out a heavy sigh as she rested her head against his beating heart. "Are you scared? About tomorrow."

"Perhaps a little." She admitted and nestled her cheek closer to his skin.

Daniel stroked the back of her head absently, his hand brushed past the fuzzy spot at the top of her head where Sam had stitched the wound closed almost two months ago. Laying there he wondered if he should tell her about his plans. "It's a long mission but it won't be dangerous or anything. It's going to be long and boring but I'll come home." Daniel reassured her in the dark. “Besides, you can reach me. If you need me, General Hammond will find me.”

“You can hardly drop everything with the trade agreement to answer an interstellar phone call from me.” Calla remarked jokingly.

“Yes, I can.” He said with a wink. “I will. Just call me.” He held his thumb and pinky finger to his head in the universal ‘telephone’ gesture. "Unless there‘s something you want to talk about now." He coaxed as he lowered his hand. Maybe she would ask him to stay.

Calla thought about his words for a few moments before answering him. Her body soaking in the warmth of his skin, Calla lay in his arms, his words mulling over her mind. "No, “ she said finally, “there is nothing we need to talk about right now.” Calla thought it best to wait until he came home from this mission to have this discussion, Daniel had much to think about now and she didn’t want her news to cloud his mind while he was away.

So there was something. Daniel slipped into that soft hypnotic tone. “What‘s bothering you? Tell me.” He smiled wide as he looked down on her. “Come on, Red, tell me. Whatever it is, we’ll deal with it. It can’t be that bad. You don't want me to go?”

“I just want to lie here with you.” She whispered as she rested her head upon him. “Anything else can wait until you return.”

Maybe he shouldn’t prod her anymore tonight. Then again, maybe just a little. Lying here with her wrapped up in his arms, Daniel recalled that day in the infirmary when Calla rose from the bed to take her first steps. He, Jack, Teal‘c and Sam had been with her, Calla got up on very unsteady legs, her knee still in a cast and put one foot on the floor. Tucking the crutch under her good arm she tried to take a step and missed. Jack had gone on pure instinct, he simply put his arms out to catch her before she could hit the floor. She fell into his bare arms and nothing happened. Daniel wasn‘t sure who in the room was more amazed by the fact of what was happening. Jack settled her back on the bed and she wouldn‘t let go of him. Her hands started roaming all over his skin, his arms, his hands, his face. It was the first time she had ever experienced such a sensation, she was eager for more. Calla touched Teal‘c, she grabbed General Hammond when she came into the room and it seemed she could not stop smiling. Daniel had to tell her when it was enough or rather, when he couldn‘t take watching her any longer. " I don’t know what David did, exactly, but our bond is not broken." That much at least was the truth. His ability to heal her had gone away, and it was true that any man could now touch her ( a fact which gave him no pleasure at all) but her drawing from him here and now as they laid in this bed was proof enough that David did not destroy it. “I know you still draw from me,” Daniel told her as he held her a bit tighter in his arms. “ I can feel you, Calla, you’re doing it right now.” Although he knew she didn’t want to, she moved to be away from him but Daniel’s arms gripped tighter and held her where she was. He remembered how she had once confessed to him that Kanan had hated the feeling of her drawing from him “I don’t mind, you don’t know what I get from it when you do that.” Looking down at her he understood that she knew exactly what he was talking about but had no idea that the energy flow was anything other than a one way street. “It's like...like an electrical circuit that runs only between you and me. Don't you feel it flowing from me to you and back again? You know, if you'd take this off," he tugged at the nightgown, "you'd get more," Daniel teased and watched her smile uncertainly at him. "Maybe it's a little tattered but we can make it stronger.”

“How?”

Glancing down into those wide emerald eyes, Daniel had every intention of telling her that he was not going to go through the Gate any longer, and that he was going to stay here with her for as long as it took, he didn‘t care. However, what came out was very different. “Marry me.” Daniel glanced down at the woman in his arms with love in his eyes and heart.

His request startled calla. "What?" This was not where she had anticipated the conversation or the evening going. She only wanted to be with him before he left, to lie here in his arms and sort of test the waters for what was to come when he returned.

“Do you want me to get down on my knees? I will.” Daniel began to toss back the blankets on the bed, but Calla’s hand closed down over his and kept him in the bed with her.

“Daniel! Don’t be ridiculous. This binds me to you.” She grasped the silver medallion around her neck.

“No, that says I own you. I don’t.” Daniel countered. “Come on, Red. I’ll say I do, kiss the bride, stomp on a glass, break plates, jump the broom, hold the dagger to my heart, whatever you want. I don’t care what kind of ceremony it is, just marry me.” Still, she didn’t answer him. “We’ll make our own bond, one that you and I agree with. Our own Fate. Marry me.” He whispered to her.

"Fate is predefined. You cannot create it.” She told him.

“I don’t believe that. Ones life, their destiny, their fate, is what they make of it....”

“You don’t know that.” She interjected.

“Yes, I do, and I want you here with me. “

“You are Sa’Tan.”

“Does that mean I can’t be your husband?” His voice was almost as small and sad as hers.

Calla was unsure of the answer to his query. Being Sa‘Tan did not preclude him from being her husband, but...."I love you, Daniel but surely, there are women out there more suited to this than I." She admitted softly as she tilted her head upward to brush her lips over his. Her warm lips descended over the silky taunt skin which kept his heart safe inside him. Wrapping her slender arms around him again she rested her head against his beating heart and closed her eyes. Calla wanted, more than anything else, to say ‘yes’ to his question. To just throw abandon and caution to the wind and grab for what he was offering her but Daniel might feel quite differently about her when he returned and she said what she had to say. Taking advantage of him this way wasn’t right. She was doing everything she could to offer him an out before it went too far.

“I can't think of one.” She was so close to saying it that holding back the excitement he felt in this moment was incredibly difficult. It was the first time she’d uttered those four lovely little words to him since leaving the infirmary. The first time she’d kissed him. "I know you've been hurt. You've lived through more than anyone should ever have to endure, Calla. I can’t change it, I'd give, do, anything to make that happen for you. But I ...we...can make it better." Everything was coming into focus and he had more than just the opportunity to bring home the Grand Prize. It was dancing in the palm of his hand, all she had to do was say . . ..

Soft moist lips closed down over his, they lingered there, breathing new life into his lower regions. His ears would not stop demanding to hear the words, and Daniel broke off the kiss.

“More kiss.” She implored with her eyes and her voice. Those wonderful soft full lips, one night with him, before he left, before she dropped her news and everything changed. Just one more night that was all she wanted.

Tell me again that you love me. Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. "About my question . . . " Daniel prodded.

"I love you, Daniel.” Following her heart instead of her head, unable to stop her mouth, “ If you're sure, it's what you want, I would be most honored to call myself your wife."

"Yes!" Daniel scooped her up in his arms while he closed his pale blue eyes, "I love you." His lips descending lovingly on hers. As he kept his promise to kiss her throughout the night, all around them became peaceful and still. Daniel was captured by her and her love for him. The sensation of soaking naked in some deliciously warm and wonderful scented oil washed over him. There was nothing around them but the peaceful stillness. The entire world crept away, there was nothing but the two of them floating endlessly in a sea of their own passion.

Kissing her deeper, holding her closer, Calla let him free her from the nightgown. Daniel’s hands ran across the scars on her back with tenderness and desire. Flesh to flesh, heart beat to heart beat, they floated free to some place no one but them would ever be able to reach.

"Give. Take." She requested as her lips descended to the nape of his neck. The moist flat of her tongue suckled the tender skin below his ear.

This was the only way she ever asked him to make love to her. Looking down at her, Daniel saw no fear in her eyes, only desire. She was no longer, Elf or Hobbit but every inch the Goddess. For the first time since he'd met her and begun doing this with her, Calla did not offer up her wrists to him for binding. Instead she had one hand between his shoulder blades while the other had a firm grip on his left cheek--no, not the one on his face. It had been a very long time since he'd held her like this, he had no trouble rising to her request. Daniel wrapped his strong body around her, his hot lips pressed against those waiting so hungrily for their touch. Beneath him, Calla's legs opened, bidding him to enter. "We don't have to do this, you know." He whispered as he pulled away from her and licked his lips to retain the taste of her kiss on them. "I'll be happy just holding and kissing you all night if you're not ready, it's ok."

"I am," she replied, "please, Lord, touch, take."

Well, in that case. "Taste?" His heart skipped a beat as her eyes closed and she let out a low moan. "We have all night, we don't have to rush this."

“If you wish, yes.“ Calla sat up and leaned over him with her eyes gleaming.

“No,“ Daniel whispered back. “Not me, you.“ He settled her down on the bed, keeping the blankets half covering her so that she wouldn't be cold, but free enough so that he could see her face. “I want to taste you.“ Daniel descended his head between her waiting legs. He breathed deep of the sweet musky scent. It made his mouth water and his cock quake. No where in the entire universe, was there a taste or scent like hers--Daniel felt qualified to make such a determination--nothing this decadent on any world. As often as he did this to her, Daniel was never really sure that she liked it. Calla would not cum for him this way, with his hands and his tongue he could bring her right to the edge, her small perfect breasts heaved and her hips ground down upon his fingertips. Before release could occur, she would push his face away while pulling his arms upward to her. She never, ever, under any circumstances whatever, let him do this if she had not had a shower within a reasonable time, no matter how much he said he liked it better when she was a bit unwashed. A few little leftovers from Naganti Kanan no doubt. Along with intimate scars on her insides, she had one on the out as well; a piece of that very sensitive clit of hers missing. She never told him how or why, never liked to talk about Kanan at all–who could blame her? There was only one explanation for the damage done to her clit. Naganti Kanan at some point in time for whatever inane reason she had given him--probably not being able to hold herself back long enough and making the unforgivable mistake of climaxing-- had infuriated him and Kanan had bitten it off.

Daniels' tongue slid around her hypersensitive clit while first one and then another finger eased into her. Calla's back arched to greet him but her body did not stiffen, she was calm and relaxed. She wasn't doing this just to please him, or because she thought she had to make her Master happy. No, Calla was ready to give over to him and he was ready to take the reigns for a while. Not for the first time, he asked himself; how did I get so damn lucky? A passionate moan escaped her lips. She began to make those lovely cooing sounds of hers. An overwhelming urge to just eat her alive, to bury his face as far between her legs as he possibly could and suck down every last drop she had to give, washed over him. The same dark desire which had washed over Kanan many times, he never did this for her, he did it for the taste of her. To have it rolling around on his tongue, filling every centimeter of his mouth. Sucking it down like a nomad who's just stumbled upon his very first oasis.

Her hands were on his shoulders, pulling him upward. "Daniel come," came the heated breathless whisper as she reached down for him. "Please. Now. Come."

He pulled himself away from the sweet milk, and drew his hand over his face. Daniel eased his body up and over hers. Calla's hips rose to meet him but he did not enter her.

"Please?" Calla's arms wrapped around her and she tried to pull him and into her. Yet he was stronger and he did not move to her wish. "Give. Take. Now." Calla pulled herself up to him and slid her moist tongue along the flesh of his chest. She closed her teeth and took little nibbles of him as she made her way across his heart and to his waiting nipple. Each little nibble became a harder, more insistent little bite as she went.

He really shouldn't tease her like this, not now. "It's ok, shhh, slow down." The good Dr. Jackson would never actually say that he liked to hear her beg for it. No, of course not. It was just that, if he held off for just a few moments, well, the tone of her voice and the way she looked at him, made his spine tingle and his desire responded. No woman ever looked at him like that. Ever. "Now," Daniel whispered and let her pull him down. Strong arms wrapped around and under her, she tilted her head to greet his kiss. Daniel turned her face to the side, opting instead to cuddle his cheek against hers as he ran his fingers down the nape of her neck. "I love you." Daniel stopped teasing her and gave into his own desires.

Calla laid under him with her body on fire, her soul yearning for more, and nestled her head to his chest so she could listen to the sound of his heart beat while he made love to her.

Breathless and bathed in sweat, their love making did not end until just before Eos, the Dawn, began to make her ascent over the horizon. Holding Calla warm and safe in arms, Daniel saw the very first glimmers of her light off in the distance as he gazed out the window. Morning came faster then he had wanted, he wished he could make it go away. He held her closer and silently marveled at her strength. It took a lot for her to lay under him--so many times! If their situations were reversed, he was not sure at all that he could do what she had just done. Never mind enjoy it and want more the way she did. How difficult was it to look up and see the same face of the man who raped you? She had to see David when she looked at him, just had to. Maybe not all of the time, but some of the time.

A sleepy Calla looked up with wide loving eyes. "Happy Valentine's Day," Daniel said softly as he leaned in to kiss her.

"Valentine?" She asked. "Is that why Eros' image is so prominent lately?"

Daniel laughed and kissed the top of her head. “Yeah." He agreed.

“More?” She asked softly as she curled up into the crook of his arm.

“You’re insatiable, do you know that?” Daniel chided in a soft whisper at he smiled at her. “You’re either going to keep me young or give me a heart attack.”

“Will you do that with me every night forever?" Calla asked as she nuzzled her cheek against the smoothness of his bare chest.

"Every night you want me to."

"Then I will choose to keep you young." Her slender arms reached out to hold him. "Thank you, Daniel."

He never did know just how to respond to that one. You're welcome, didn't really seem all that appropriate nor did it say near enough. Thanking him for indulging himself in the best sex of his life with her wasn't really what she was doing anyway. No, the way she said it, her eyes and the inflections in her voice it was more like I love you. “It’s still early, why don’t you rest a while, you must be tired.” He commented with a smile. “I’ll wake you when we have to go.”

End Daughter of the Gods: Dark Illusions
Chapter Two
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