Morning sun rose and kissed the day, Calla rolled over in the bed to find it empty. Daniel was already dressed and standing across the room. “Hey sleepy.”

“I’ve over slept, I’m sorry.” She sat up and began to toss the covers back.

Daniel walked over to her. “You know, I’ve been thinking about what the Ambassador said last night, maybe you should just sleep late and rest for a while today.”

Good old Omar, always thinking ahead. “Perhaps you’re right.” She lay back under the blankets. “Are you sure you don’t want me to go? You won’t miss me terribly?”

“I always miss you, terribly. You can skip this one.” He kissed her forehead. “I gotta go, I’ll be back early this afternoon.”

“I love you.” Calla sighed in a sad voice and held her arms out to him. Daniel came in close for a tight hug and unexpected kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Kitty.” Daniel pulled away but she didn’t let go rather she held on another second or two before her grip released. “I’ll be back soon.” He left the room and his wife behind.

Upon hearing the door shut and watching the hall light go out with it, Calla stuffed her head under the pillow and wished the day would just go away. No amount of wishing made the sun rise or set any faster. Eleven o’clock came right on time just as it always did and so did the knock on the door to room five. With a shaking hand filled with dread she laid her turned the knob and opened the door.

“So nice to see you’re feeling better, Mrs. Jackson.” Ambassador Omar said.

“Drop the act, Daniel’s gone.” Calla told him and moved to let him pass by and into the room. Even though the entire floor was empty except for them she shut the door tightly before turning to him. “What do you want?”

“More than you’ve imagined.”

*********************************** 

Eleven o’clock came and went

Twelve o’clock came and went

One and two o’clock also passed by.

It was almost two-thirty in the afternoon when Daniel Jackson returned to an empty hotel room. Concerned at first but then he took in the fact that all of her things were still in the room. Perhaps she’d gone exploring a bit, knowing Calla she wouldn’t go very far. Instinct led him over to the window where Daniel saw her shoes laying on the dirt path leading to the river bank. Nope not far at all. If she were feeling well enough to go dunk her toes in the water maybe she was feeling well enough for other things. For the second time since his arrival Daniel snatched the coverlet from the bed and made his way out the door. He didn’t know what it was about this place but he knew he’d like to build a vacation house here. He’d put it on some remote little spot far removed from everything and everyone else. Yeah, that sounded like a right fine idea to him.

Along the path to the river bank Daniel picked up Calla’s shoes, her underwear and lastly one of those flimsy floral dresses she so loved to wear and looked so good in. She never wore a slip with them—or any dress for that matter—when the sun was behind her he could see everything she had to offer outlined in wonderful silhouette. Quietly making his way down the path and rounding a corner past a thick stand of bushes he came to the river’s edge and looked around. He saw no one.

Under the water Calla opened her eyes. A few seconds before she’d heard someone coming and submerged to hide. Looking up past the ripple of clean water she saw Daniel standing on the water’s edge and she emerged from the waist deep water to greet him. “Hi.”

“I think I found a mermaid.” he returned dropping the clothes and coverlet in his arms to the sandy beach. “Hi yourself. What are you doin’?”

“It’s hot,” Calla remarked and rose all the way to her feet. Her long auburn hair was soaking wet and slicked back away from her face while the river water glistened and gleamed from hardening nipples. “Come and swim with me?”

No need to ask him twice, Daniel was tossing off his shoes and socks before she could ask him to join her. He dove into the blessedly refreshing water and swam over to her. “Good idea.” Daniel remarked as he took her in his arms. “Been waiting for me long?”

In truth she hadn’t been waiting for him at all but it was very good to have him here right now. “No, just a little while.” Calla laid a light kiss on his lips. “How did it go?”

“This thing is never going to end,” Daniel groaned. “They tell me it’s going to be I’m not so sure.”

“Poor Daniel.” Calla kissed his forehead. “Problems?” She asked with a sigh.

“No, I guess everything’s all right.” The water felt good he took a few strokes away from her and submerged again to cool his whole body. “We’re still on for tonight.” He told her when he came out of the water again. Well the words were aimed at her anyway, but she was no where in sight. “Calla?” He turned his head this way and that looking for her and finally rose up to his feet to get a better view. Under the cover of river water a pair of warm soft lips slid around the head of his cock. “There you are.” She once asked him if he wanted to find out how long she could hold her breath. No one was around maybe he’d take her up on that for a minute or two. Opening his eyes and looking down he saw her just inches below the waters’ surface, her hair floated all around them. Being so small and light she was very buoyant, stretched full out under the water with her hands on his thighs she used them to pushed herself and pull herself forward while her mouth worked its magick. The summer sun was hot overhead, even though he was standing in the crisp cool water sweat broke out on Daniel’s brow.

Water Nymph

Magickal Mermaid

Something like that, in this moment she was something like that. Calla swallowed him whole, her face nuzzling against his soft belly as the tip of his cock met the back of her throat. The summer sun rained down diamonds upon her. They reflected and refracted the light all around her she seemed to glow with their energy. It was an overpowering energy which ran from the sky to her to him and dispersed in the water and the air around them.

Calla it seemed could hold her breath an amazingly long time. The last time she used those slender arms to propel herself away from him Daniel reached down and brought her up out of the water. With a little jump she settled herself about his waist. Daniel caught her and held her there. “Not here.” He didn’t want to make love with the water between them in fact he didn’t want anything between them at all. Her legs unbound and she settled back to the river floor. Feeling like a school boy he led her out of the water up the beach and past the small thicket of bushes grabbing the coverlet as he went. Soaking wet and on fire, breath hitching in his chest, Daniel laid the blanket down among the purple, red, yellow and pink flowers growing by the riverside. Something about this place or perhaps it was something about her which made her even more desirable than she’d ever been to him. He didn’t know what it was and he should be asking himself questions about that but this was just too good to let go of. Later he’d ask her about it but right now he was just going to ride this wave for as long as he could.

“How do you want me?” She asked as she looked up at him from the blanket. The sun was behind him and she couldn’t quite see his face in the shadow.

Something deep within him, something vile and obscure skulked around in the darkness whispering; Tell her to get on her knees and suck it off. Looking down into those wide innocent and trusting eyes Daniel realized that yes he would like to turn her for a while twist her for awhile. Calla looked as though she would be very open to this idea. Or at least he thought so.

“Daniel?”

The soft calling of her voice brought him around again. “Lay down, Kitty, Daddy wants a taste.” He didn’t wait for her to respond as he dropped to his knees and pushed her down among the wildflowers.

Although she wanted the slick feel of his tongue against the sensitive skin between her legs she did not part them for him. Rather Calla worried that the river had not done its job well enough. Perhaps once he was buried there…..

“I love you,” Daniel whispered in a soft voice while he waited for those glistening wet thighs to part. For a long moment Ali Baba thought the door to his hide-out would not open.

“I love you too, Daniel.” Still they did not part. “I’ve never wanted any man but you.” Calla sat up quickly and kissed him long and deep. “Never.” She whispered as their lips parted and she lay back on the soft coverlet.

The miracle he’d been waiting for occurred; like Moses and the Red Sea her legs spread wide under the hot sun and he lowered his face between them. He should be thinking about what she just said but he wasn’t. Instead his baser instincts took over and all Daniel could focus on was the soft silken unadorned area waiting for his touch.

While Daniel Jackson lay under the summertime sun lapping up the fluids his wife so graciously gave forth, three pairs of eyes looked on from two separate directions. Across the river hidden by the shade of some trees a man stood watching them. Off to their right a few hundred feet down the bank on the same side of the river behind the cover of piece of driftwood a man and woman lay in the cover looking on.

With his tongue and hand pumping her for the last bit she would give him, Daniel took it down, lapped his tongue around her until she was clean once more and then rose over her. That nasty vile Something spoke up again it wanted to turn her over and plunge his cock in and out of her ass. He didn’t want to do it very nicely, not the way Calla liked it. When she let him in to that special place she liked it in long slow strokes. The owner of this Voice wanted to do with jackrabbit precision. To abandon all reason and control, give over to what he felt and surrender to its domination.

Screw whoever that was, whatever this was, he wasn’t going to do her like that. Gently settling his weight on her Daniel sough out that sweet spot on her neck and had no trouble finding it. She offered it up to as a vampire’s victim would. No, he was going to do this just the way she liked it best with him over her. With the hot summer sun behind them and the sweet aroma of wildflowers all around his throbbing cock slid into her. Calla arched her back to greet him, her hips thrust upward to welcome him home. Finely molded calves and thighs wrapped high around his waist while her hand roamed his back.

***************************>

“Don’t you wanna feel like that?” The man asked the woman. “Just once in your life, don’t you wanna feel like they feel?” She didn’t answer him instead she rose up on her knees to peer over the top of the old log and watch the couple making love. On his knees he made his way behind her and he reached out to touch her blonde hair. “Just one time?” He asked again.

“Yes.”

The hesitating hands in her hair wrapped around to the front of her body and ran lightly over her full breasts. Her own wanting hands reached back and grabbed a hold of the man behind her. “Me too.”

Both of them reeling from the heat radiating from Daniel and Calla, all thoughts of stupid things like Chain of Command were lost to them.

******************************* 

Across the river the large man snarled and the birds flew out of the trees around him. The part of him which no longer rose to the occasion at any event tingled and stirred as it had yesterday. Ages, it felt like Ages, since he’d felt anything there. So long had he waited and wanted. Soon that would come to an end. Soon he would be hale and healthy once more.

********************************* 

“Come down,” whispered with bated breath, “come on, Kitty, don’t fly so high so fast. Come back to me.” To get her to answer to his command Daniel slowed his pace. To that Calla’s legs tightened around him, she pulled herself upward and ground down upon she needed. Her little fists balled up and began to pound on his shoulder. His naked drying body was covered in sweat as the sun baked the bare flesh of his back.

“More.” She begged. “Harder.”

Her words brought on his climax but Daniel didn’t want to cum yet. In an effort to avoid that he rose up on all fours to slide out of her but Calla didn’t let go. On his hands and knees she hung from him. Her thighs clamped down tightly around his upper waist and her arms snug around his back she used her entire body to slid that heavenly place over, under and around him as her hips gyrated up, down, around and side to side. Hot lips greedily suckled the skin at his neck.

“Faster. More.” She demanded in a hot whisper and felt his cock pulsate inside her. “Say’tahya.” She whispered in his ear. “Not yet.” What had began to cum eased off but turned to hardened steel inside her. “More. Give.” With a passionate urgency she kept up her pace of grinding on him from below. “Take. More. Harder.”

************************************* 

The man and the woman behind the driftwood didn’t bother to remove their clothing nor did they stop watching Daniel and Calla in the tall grass and wildflowers. Bent over the log, her fatigues around her knees and her eyes on the couple beyond she answered his call as he thrust in and out of her behind. Oh so long she waited for this, waited to know what it felt like to have him inside of her and she was not disappointed. Full hips perched outward to greet his pounding thrusts and she moaned with delight as his hands ran across her breasts and down her hips. “Do it, Jack. Oh, please, do it.” Sam groaned and thrust her hips further back to meet him.

“This ride ain’t over yet.” He answered back.

************************************* 

Feeling there was no way he could hold back any longer, the strength was running out of his knees and forearms, Daniel settled her back down on the ground and thrust for all he was worth over her. She looked up at him their eyes locked together and started to cum beneath him. There was a deep passionate and sad longing in those sparkling emeralds. The Connection between them lit up brightly and there was something, something, something there. It was hiding behind those eyes looking at him with so much love and desire. The heat in the pit of his stomach caused his own eyes to close. The Connection didn’t disappear but the image of that something did. Before he knew it his thighs were soaking wet and the muscles surrounding was expanding and contracting at a furious rate. Calla reached up and pulled him as close as she could. Daniel came harder and longer than he had in a very long time. Laying there with the sun on his back and her below him he felt wetness against his shoulder and looked down to see that his wife was weeping.

“Did I hurt you?” Daniel reached down to brush the tears away but they wouldn’t stop coming.

“I love you.” Was all she could manage before she buried her face in the space between his neck and shoulder one more time. She was not shaking. She was not trembling. She was not making a single sound at all. Still her tears fell against his shoulder. Calla knew she couldn’t indulge in this silent pity-party for long Daniel would want an answer to what was going on with her. “Sometimes what I feel for you overwhelms me.” Before he could ask her anything else she fell asleep with him still inside of her.

**********************************************************************

The gala was a smashing success. On behalf of Planet Earth Daniel and Jack signed the agreement in front of a crowd nearing two hundred. Media was present cameras taped and broadcast the event to the entire planet. Back home no such coverage would be had. The Council Chair, Xara, signed her name and applied her seal to the document. This act was followed by the other eleven members.

For Calla the only moment of the evening which approached horrifying was when Daniel turned around and shook Omar’s hand with a warm and happy smile. She thought she was going to vomit right then and there in front of everyone, press included. However, after that rather uncomfortable twenty seconds or so, most of the political pressure eased off for the rest of the night they ate, drank, danced and felt very warm and welcomed by the Mohun people.

Or at least SG-1 did. If they knew what she did they would not be so happy and gay this evening. From across the room Calla looked up and over to the dance floor where General O’Neill and Colonel Carter were cutting a rug to something that sounded like swing music. Calla never would have guessed that either of them could dance but there were smiling and clapping their hands in time to the music in between spins and twirls. They made a nice couple and she always wondered why they couldn’t see that. Sam would certainly be better much off and much happier with Jack than with Ares.

The music died away as the band took a short break and wait staff walked around with alcoholic beverages and finger foods. “Are you having a good time, Mrs. Jackson?”

She didn’t have tot urn around to know the voice belonged to Steffen. “It’s a lovely party.”

“Are you ready?”

A glass of clear liquid was plucked from one of the trays in front of her he passed it over her shoulder and waited for her to take it from him. “We’re not going to have any problems are we? The agreement is signed and I expect you to keep up your end.”

Calla drank the Ouzo like liquid in one long gulp. “No problems.” She said softly and searched the crowd for her husband who was no where in sight.

“Good.” Was Omar’s stern reply. Being taller than her he was the first to see Daniel come into view and didn’t take his eyes away from him. “There are billions of people counting on this,” he reminded her. She saw him now he knew she did the air around her changed and became lighter somehow. “Or perhaps the life of one is more important.” Omar walked away before Daniel could join them.

“Hello Beautiful.” Calla sighed and slipped her arms around him, empty wine glass still in her hand. She wanted to scream out everything that was about to happen but she remained silent and took in the warmth of him.

Council Chair Xara’s voice was coming through the microphone. “We’ve arranged to have some special music for our guests,” she said politely as she gazed at everyone and no one in particular within the crowd. “We would be most honored if our new friends would lead us off.” The Council Chair invited.

The band struck up a very honorable rendition of Against All Odds, which had been playing the evening of the reception for Ambassador Omar.

Daniel put out his arm to her. “Shall we?” Calla slipped her own arm into it and he led her to the dance floor where Jack and Sam were already dancing. A young native woman who seemed to have taken a shine to Teal’c was trying to coax him into dancing as well. Teal’c wasn’t having any of it at first but she was pretty and alluring, eventually the big man gave in and tried his hand at the dance.

“The night’s almost over tomorrow we’ll go home.” Daniel said happily and twirled her around to the music.

“It will be very good to get home I miss the children.” Calla confessed. “I love them very much.”

“They miss you too I bet they’ll run to you when we get home.”

The idea painted a lovely little image in her head but one that would not come to fruition. Calla pulled in closer to him as the song came to an end.

After another hour or so the evening came to a close. Good-byes and thank-yous were passed all around along with many handshakes and a few hugs. SG-1 felt that good friends and partners had been made here today. Standing outside on the curb waiting for the vehicle to arrive and take them back to the hotel they quietly discussed the nights events with Ambassador Omar.

It began to rain a little as they waited and the walk became slippery. Traffic passed by the normal looking street and pedestrians held objects over their heads to shield from the drops of water. Daniel heard Calla laughing and he turned away from the Ambassador to look at her talking with Jack about something. She looked very happy. Her weight shifted and Daniel watched as she slipped from the curb into the street.

The driver of the tanker truck wasn’t to blame. There was no time to stop and no place to swerve. Calla tumbled into the street and the big rig hit her head on. The driver didn’t know what to do he slammed his brakes but the streets were wet, the truck rolled over onto its side taking the small woman with it.

All Daniel could do was stand there and watch as it exploded into flames. “Calla!” he screamed. “Calla!” He tried to run to her, Jack held him back and another explosion came from the trucks’ cargo and rocked the ground at their feet. Flames higher than the tallest building leapt into the air and noxious fumes filled every inch around them. Soon they were all gasping for breath and even though he wanted more than anything else to run to her, Jack, Sam and Teal’c were pushing Daniel back inside the building and away from the harmful fumes.

Ambulance, Fire and Rescue all arrived on the scene but they were all too late. There was nothing left of the driver, the truck or Calla.

End of Chapter Four
Daughter of the Gods: Departure
Continue to
Chapter Five