Before the meeting at the consulate, SG-1 was taken around and shown the highlights of the city of Uray. On his previous trip Daniel spent a lot of time in the more rural areas of this planet exploring the historical, cultural and archeological aspects of this world. SG-3 and he had been here a week before a meeting with anyone of any importance was scheduled and while he had looked around the city, it was the outlying areas which had really interested him on that previous trip.

Wherever you go cities and large towns seem to have lots of people, vehicles and tall buildings. The architecture was different of course, as were the vehicles, but all in all a city was a city no matter where it was and this one was no different. The three hours Daniel promised her earlier turned into four and then five before they were finally taken to the consulate.

In the large round chamber SG-1 was introduced to the twelve people who made up the ruling council of Polotomy. The council consisted of ten men and two women. Sitting quietly and politely off to the side Calla watched her husband go to work as they hammered out the last of the details concerning their agreement.

Although the Mohun considered themselves to be a peaceful people they had an arsenal that would make the Goa’uld envious. Best of all, unlike some other people they’d met, the Mohun were willing to share in exchange for making the Stargate work. Earth would teach them how to use, show them the pitfalls, give them coordinates and introduce them to other friendly worlds. In exchange the Mohun were to give over plans for the two extraordinary hand-held weapons they made along with helping them to build a starship. The hand-held weapons were just dandy, they were smaller than a .45 and never ran out of ammo, well that was if you let it charge up a few minutes after discharging about seventy-five rounds of ball-lightning. Yep those suckers weren’t your average laser gun, they shot real lightning and real lightning went through any Goa’uld armor. That, friends and neighbors, was real handy when it came to short range combat.

The other hand-held was much more subtle it emitted a high range frequency sound wave which the Mohun and most other peoples couldn’t hear but which shook the said shield surrounding said Goa’uld or other creature and destabilized it. Nice back up for when the first one ran out or, of course, if you wanted to sneak up on one of those bastards and kill them quietly.

It was, of course, the idea of finally being able to build ships of their own large enough to combat the Goa’uld and other foes in their territory; space, which really got the old attention span perking up and listening. If they built one ship, they could build two, and four and six and Earth would have the defenses She needed if She were going to survive in the Inter-Galactic Rat Race.

With everyone happy satisfied that all of the I’s had been dotted and all the T’s crossed, Daniel and SG-1 rose to leave. The official signing of the agreement would take place at a gala event tomorrow evening. “It was very good to meet all of you,” Xara the Chair of the council told them as she also rose to her feet. “I do hope all of you will be joining us at the festivities.”

Calla looked up at meet the older woman’s stare. “Yes, I wouldn’t miss it.” She told the woman and took her husband’s arm.

“Are you sure?” Daniel asked in a quiet voice. “I can still get you out of this.”

“I wasn’t feeling well earlier,” Calla explained as the woman’s face turned quizzical. “I’m feeling much better now.”

“If there’s anything you need…..” the woman invited, “you will let us know?”

“Yes. You’re very gracious, thank you.”

On the ride back to the finest hotel in Uray, they were informed that a small dinner gathering was planned at the Ambassadors’ home for them this evening. It wouldn’t be any large event, just the Ambassador and a few carefully selected invited guests. The vehicle and driver would arrive back at the hotel to pick them up at seven-thirty.

Walking down the private corridor of the fifth floor with Calla and Sam in the lead their heads together and talking about something the rest of them couldn’t hear, Jack turned to Daniel. “So, how are you gonna spend these three hours?” He asked in a sharp tone.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Daniel returned.

“Do ya think ya could keep your hands off’a her for a few hours?”

“Excuse me?” Daniel asked and took a step back. “She is my wife, I’m allowed to do that with her as often as I like.”

“Whatever.” Jack shrugged him off and went into his room.

“What was that about?” Daniel asked as he turned to Teal’c.

Although the big man had a good idea; “I am uncertain.” Was his reply and he too let himself into his room.

“Must be something’ in the air.” Daniel muttered under his breath. Walking into the room he looked down at his wife and smiled. “It was very nice of you to say you’ll stay, I know you don’t like it here.”

“I’m with you, what’s not to like.” She said in return. “I don’t know what it is but since I’ve started feeling better all I want to do is….” Calla licked and bit down on her lower lip. “Rip your clothes off.”

Yeah, that was all he wanted to do too. So much on the line for both planets he should be nervous, he should be going over the agreement and last second details and all he wanted to do was bury himself deep inside her.

“We’re alone, there are no children. And it’s too hot here for clothing.” Calla enticed and pulled the pretty but flimsy cotton dress over her head, she wasn’t wearing a damn thing underneath it. “You know, the whole time we were sitting in that boring meeting.” She cooed and stroked her hand across his chest. “I just wanted you to come stand behind me, hike up my dress, bend me over that big table and let everyone watch.”

Funny, he’d had the same thoughts while he sat there diligently hammering out the last details of the trade agreement and doing his best to hide the viscous hard-on between his legs. “There’s a table right there.” Calla turned her back to him, bent over and gripped the sides of the table. In front of her the curtains were parted and he saw the sun beginning to set as its light reflected off the river below. What a lucky boy, what a fuckin’ lucky boy! Those curvy hips pushed outward him waiting, begging for him to enter. Daniel didn’t bother taking off his shoes or even unbuckling his pants. Nope, he slid down the zipper, reached inside and pulled his cock free while he sidled up behind her. Twice in one day he was going to get her like this, how could he pass that up? This was one of the few sexual points they disagreed on, it was his most favorite position and her least favorite.

There was a pounding on the door. “Daniel! Open up, I wanna go over some things with you.” Jack’s voice was insistent.

“Let him wait,” she said softly as she turned to look at Daniel over her shoulder. Callas’ naked hips swayed side to side hypnotizing him. Daniel didn’t come to her and the pounding on the door continued. Sliding her index finger between her lips and giving him a coy grin she reached the wet tip down between her legs while he watched her from behind. “You can get Big Blue,” she enticed and slid the finger in deeper, “bury it here,” she pushed her ass and her hips even further toward him, “and yourself here.”

“Go away, Jack!” Daniel hissed.

“Open this door!” Now Jack didn’t pound on the wood he kicked it. “Right now before I knock it down!”

“Get dressed.” Daniel fit his swollen cock back into his pants and zipped them up. Taking long strides across the room he ripped open the door before she could get the flimsy cotton dress over her head. “What do you want?” Daniel growled.

After four years of waiting there she was naked as the day she was born, Jack thought four years a short time to wait for the privilege of taking in such a sight. His only regret was the brevity of it. It was long enough to see all of her. “Didn’t I ask you nice not to do that, huh?” Jack shouted swiping the back of his hand across his bottom lip.

“What the fuck….” Daniel was about to ask him if he was jealous and what his fucking problem was when he took in the pained look on Jack’s face. He couldn’t help it, his eyes glanced down. Jack’s cock was pushing maximum density against the cotton of his fatigues.

“I don’t know what’s goin’ on with this place, Danny-boy, but while we’re here you gotta stop doin’ that.” All he wanted to do was push past Daniel and grab hold of his wife. “I can feel it,” his voice dropped so low that Calla had to strain to hear him. “Whatever you do to her, I feel it.”

“Sam?”

“I dunno.”

“Teal’c?”

“I don’t fuckin’ know, Daniel, but I’m bettin’ the answer’s ‘yes’.”

Across the hall Teal’cs door opened and he emerged, shirtless, into the hall. A moment later Sam’s door opened, her clothes and hair were ruffled, the t-shirt had been hastily pulled over her head. Calla came and stood behind him. “What’s wrong?” She asked. From in front of her the members of SG-1 looked past her husband to stare down at the petite woman. The hungry look in their eyes bespoke of people who were starving and suddenly looking at the only filet minion in the room.

“Yo! That’s my wife you’re all gawkin’ at!” Daniel said sharply. The seriousness of his voice seemed to bring them out of their collective daze. Calla cringed and shrunk behind him.

“See, Danny? Ok?” Jack said slowly. “Just…wait until we get home.”

It sounded reasonable and like damn good advice given the circumstances. Abiding by it was not going to be easy. Another day and a half alone with her with him feeling he was 17 again and he wasn’t supposed to touch her? His own wife? “Fine.” He agreed finally for her sake and those around him. “I’m gonna talk with my wife now, if that’s all right with you.” His comment was directed to Jack.

“Yeah, you do that.” Jack turned his back and went to his room. Sam and Teal’c looked embarrassedly at each other did the same.

“All right out with it, what’s goin’ on, Kitty?” Daniel asked as he shut the door.

“I don’t know,” she saw the look on his face; “perhaps I should say that I am not sure.” She corrected herself. “Don’t you feel it? I mean, it wasn’t as strong when we were outside but, here, can you feel it?”

“Feel what?”

“Desire,” she cooed. “Don’t you want me?” Calla walked over to him.

“Stop it, whatever this is just stop it.”

“I can’t.” Calla admitted and reached up to trace her fingers along the outline of his face. “Don’t you feel it?” She asked again.

Oh, he felt something all right and it was rock hard. “What is ‘it’?”

A long moment passed in which Calla had to collect her thoughts, had to put them into words which he would understand and not be offended by. “Sometimes,” she whispered, “on Tiberia, the sun or the moon, I don’t know.” The hand at his face dropped to his neck. “Something in the air perhaps. It affected me…infected me… and….” She picked up his hand and put it in the curve of her waist. “Sometimes I just couldn’t help myself, I just couldn’t stop.”

Behind the mirror happy memories danced in the Master’s head. Nights when she moved and writhed above, behind, below and on the side of him. Nights when no matter what he did he could not bring her pain, she accepted everything and screamed for more.

“You feel that way now?” There was the Mother of All Stupid Questions, obviously she did.

“Hum,” she moved in so close to him that the warmth of her body lay within inches of him but that didn’t diminish the heat she was generating. “All around me feel it too. It makes them stare at me harder their thoughts get darker and so do mine.” Her hand worked its way under his shirt his own dropped from her waist to her ass. “You feel it.” She whispered against the skin of his neck. “You want it.” She tempted. “Come my husband, ravage me and take what you desire.”

Oh, fuck me! I’m supposed to say ‘no’ to that?

“Daniel! Knock it off!” Jack’s angry voice echoed through the wall.

“I think we should get out of here.” Daniel suggested. Yes, out of here, they’d find a nice secluded place. Whatever this was, whatever affect it was having on the others, he didn’t want to waste it, didn’t want to miss it. He grabbed the coverlet from the bed and led her out the door. Opening the door just a crack, Samantha watched them hurry past.

“Find where he’s taking her!” The Master bellowed watching them leave the mirror’s view.

A quarter mile away under the cover of a stand of trees, Daniel enjoyed his wife four times before his strength was completely spent. They lay together naked and breathless watching the sun set. He didn’t know if he could make the dinner tonight, at the moment he was having trouble just forming words never mind schmoozing with dignitaries.

“Happy, my love?” She asked as her fingers twirled around on his chest.

“If I died right now they’d never get smile off my face.” Laying here with her in his arms both of them enveloped in utter euphoria, he wondered if his friends had felt the Earth move as well. Too bad if they did, they should be so lucky. “We should get back.”

“I know we need to bathe.” She remarked with a laugh.

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An hour later the vehicle arrived to take them to the informal dinner at the Ambassador’s home. Informal wasn’t a word any of them would have used under the circumstances. The entire council was present as were twenty or so other assorted dignitaries. Every one was introduced to every one else and the evening began with little to speak of. After the meal the gathering quieted down a bit, some of the invited guests begged off for the rest of the night and went home while others made themselves right at home by taking off their shoes and ‘letting their hair down’.

Minister Rakbind caught Daniel’s attention; he was the head geologist on the planet and was very interested in chatting with Doctor Jackson for most of the night. Council Chair Xara caught the attention of General O’Neill and they chatted about several topics. Teal’c was engaged with Minister Warten, head of defense and Sam was engaged with Minister Avalman, who was in charge of research and new technology. All in all Calla sank into the background of the crowd, drink in hand, and watched them all.

“Good evening,” a dark voice said from above her, “Mrs. Jackson.” It snarled.

“Ambassador Omar,” Calla turned and looked up at him and couldn’t help herself. “Don’t you clean up well?”

“So do you, Cha’Dech.” He settled in the chair next to her. “Tell me, does your husband know?”

“I have no secrets from Daniel.” She began. “He knows every thing, he is the one who took me from Kanan.”

“Ahh, yes, so I have been told.” He leaned forward. “I also hear he didn’t do it in the traditional way and that he had a great deal of help.” His older eyes wandered off in Daniel’s direction.

“Do not underestimate my husband, Ambassador.” Calla warned. “He may look kind and he is, but you don’t want to cross him.”

“I see. So then you’ve told him.” Calla didn’t answer him. “Surely you have, if you’ve no secrets between you then he knows you and I have shared a bed. More than once.” Still she didn’t answer him. “Is it possible that Doctor Jackson doesn’t know evv-ry-thing after all?”

“Perhaps I should tell him that you’re nothing more than an overdressed thug.” Calla returned. “Ambassador. How did you wrangle that, Steffen?”

“I see we have lot to talk about, to catch up on. There is a reception for your husband and his friends tomorrow morning; your presence is not required.” Steffen leaned in closer still. “You will tell him you do not wish to attend.”

“Why would I do that?”

“If you don’t, I may have to tell him other things.” He threatened. “You will stay in your room and I will come to see you after he is gone.”

“What do you want?”

“What does any man want from you, Cha’Dech?” Ambassador Omar rose to his feet. “I wouldn’t go telling him about our little conversation, we wouldn’t want to see that trade agreement go up in smoke, now would we? Not after all the hard work Doctor Jackson has done.”

Keeping her seat she reached up and touched his arm. “I love my husband.”

“Then that is all the more reason for you to keep our appointment, my dear.” Condescendingly he patted the hand on his arm. “Let’s not forget there are billions of people counting on this agreement. We wouldn’t want to disappoint them either, now would we?”

“I could destroy you.” She threatened and watched the Ambassador resume his seat next to her.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Ah, my dear, Cha’Dech.” He sighed. “I’m disappointed I thought you knew me so much better than that.” Steffen leaned in so close she could smell his cologne and feel his hot breath on her neck. “Why do you bother me with empty threats? Daniel returned your powers but they are useless here and you know it. You felt it when you first arrived and now everything in you is….well….it’s just not the way it’s supposed to be, now is it?” Steffen pulled back so he could look into her eyes. From the returning stare he understood she knew he was telling her the truth. “Look at them gaze at you. And do you know why? Because somewhere inside them they feel it, your defenses are down and you are vulnerable.” Gracefully he rose once more. “All you have with which to defend yourself is only what the eye can see.” He smiled and tilted his head as he reached out to lay a finger tip under her chin and stared her deeply in the eyes for a few moments just so he was sure they both knew the score. Then his eyes wandered off to take in the people around him, people who were looking in their direction and thinking them to be having nothing more than a polite conversation. Omar took in careful consideration of the men who were staring at her. “They know that too. Wolves all of them.”

“What have you done to me?” Calla demanded as she looked up at him.

“Now,” he chided lightly, “don’t give up heart my dear. Shall we say around eleven o’clock tomorrow morning?”

Behind him Daniel was less than halfway across the room and making his way to her. “What did you do?” She hissed again.

“Eleven o’clock, there are many people depending on you including your husband.”

“Steffen!”

“There you are,” Daniel said as he walked up to her, “I see the Ambassador has been keeping you company.”

“Yes, he’s a very gracious host.” Calla agreed. “Daniel, I’m afraid I’m not feeling very well, I have a headache. Would you mind terribly if we went back to our room?”

She did look a little pale, all the sex they’d had today he wouldn’t be surprised if she were completely wiped out. Maybe she was. That was a shame he was looking forward to another round or two or three. “It’s getting late.” Daniel held his hand out to her Calla took it and rose to her feet.

“I do hope you’ll be feeling better tomorrow, Mrs. Jackson” Omar practically snarled the last two words, “You don’t want to miss the ball tomorrow night.”

“I’m sure I will be much better by then, Ambassador.” Calla wrapped an arm around Daniel’s waist. “Thank you for your consideration and hospitality.”

“I’m sure I will be seeing you again soon.” He said to Calla and then looked up at Daniel. “Your wife is unaccustomed to traveling through the Stargate and she is tired. I will call for the vehicle to take you back to the hotel.” Omar looked back at Calla. “Perhaps if you sleep in tomorrow you will be rested for the nights’ festivities.” The Ambassador suggested.

“Perhaps.” Calla agreed couldn’t get away from him fast enough and there was nothing about tomorrow to look forward to. “Shall we go?”

“Yeah,” Daniel said his good-byes and shook hands all around. The others decided to stay and enjoy the Ambassador’s company a while longer.

“I’m gonna hang out here another hour or so,” Jack said, “do ya think ya could be finished by then?”

“She’s exhausted I’m taking her back so she get some rest. You don’t have to worry about….whatever it is.”

“If I were her or you for that matter, I’d be pretty fuckin’ exhausted too.” Jack huffed and turned his back.

General O’Neill needn’t have worried about that little uncomfortable fact, upon reaching their room Calla took a long hot bath and then promptly curled up and went to sleep.

End of Chapter Three
Daughter of the Gods: Departure
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