In the mid-afternoon hour, Daniel Jackson’s house was quiet as he arrived home. In the hearth a fire burned brightly, at his feet a fluffy white cat meowed and intertwined between his legs. “Hello, Kitty.”

“Meow,” The reply came as the cat trotted toward the kitchen. She stopped and looked back to be sure he was following her.

“Where are we going, Kitty?” Daniel tossed his keys onto the coffee table as he followed behind.

“Meow.” Through the kitchen and up the stairs to the second floor the Persian cat stopped at the bathroom door. She rubbed herself up against it until it opened. “Meow,” she said again and pushed through the door.

Inside there were brightly burning candles and dragon’s blood incense filled the steamy air. A hot bath waited for him. “I had a shower last night,” he told her. The cat meowed once more before turning into the very sensual and naked form of his wife. “I see you took my advice.”

“I made you all filthy after that.” She cooed and slid the glasses from his face and the sweater over his head. “You need to be bathed.” Calla knelt before him, untied and removed each shoe and each sock. Still down her knees, delicate fingers unbuckled his belt, slid the button free, and unzipped the khakis at his waist. A soft warm tongue wound seductively over the tip of his waking cock as she pulled the pants down to the floor and freed him from their grasp.

“I thought you wanted me clean.”

“I’ll take you anyway I can get you,” Gracefully she rose to her feet, “anytime, anywhere I can get you.” The warm palm of her hand slid over his bare chest. “But since it’s here, you might as well use it.” Calla directed him into the tub filled with warm salted water. Kneeling beside him, she began bathing at the top of his head and worked her way down to his toes. With a small brass cup she poured bath water over his head and worked Daniel’s short hair into a frothy lather. Her long strong fingers massaged his scalp and sides of his head, making his body feel relaxed and light. Flowing warm water washed over the top of his head and flowed down his back as she rinsed the soap from his hair. In the tub Daniel stretched his long body, feeling himself being surrounded by the water's warm touch and Calla's. The last two weeks away from her washed with what was left of the dirt.

While she gently kissed the top of his wet head, Calla reached for the soap and wash puff and began to swab his neck with it. Daniel's eyes closed as he settled back against her further. The soaped puff worked its way from the nape of his neck, down to his shoulders and over his chest, (where Calla worked it longer than necessary, she always did love to lay her head there). Down his torso, over his arms and to each finger. Hips, legs, feet and each toe were soaped and rinsed clean.

The warm water washed over him, small waves created by the movement of Calla's naked body over him, Daniel felt himself relax further still and tried to pull himself back from the haze he was falling into.

A large breath exhaled itself from his lungs as he felt the water begin to carry his body to weightlessness. The aromatic mixture in the air, the warm water enveloping him and Calla so delicately and diligently working her way down his body the past two weeks away from home seemed a lifetime ago. Daniel always felt this way when he was with her, it wasn’t just here in the bath, it was as though he never had a care in the world and he never would. He could just stay right here with her forever, allowing the rest of the world to pass them by unnoticed.

“I think you forgot something.” Daniel said with a smile.

“Save the best for last.” Calla returned and added more of the honey almond soap to the puff. “You’ll have to raise your hips.” Watching them rise out of the water a skilled and gentle hand took hold of his half-flaccid cock, moved it aside and began moving the slippery puff over his balls.

Usually, Daniel only indulged in this particular activity in the shower, when he was alone. The slickness of the soap and her hand made his cock spring to life. With a fine graceful motion, Calla skillfully worked the puff up and down the hardening shaft. If he had known she would be so appreciative, he would have left the kids with Ares a long time ago. Dropping the puff into the water, she cleaned him with her velvety hand. Leaning over him, her hair fell across his face and dipped into the bathwater, Daniel moved it aside so he could see her face while she washed him. Soft little breasts hung mere inches from his hardness; she looked over at him and smiled. If she kept this up she was going to make him cum right here in the tub. “I think it’s clean,” he said through labored breath.

“You don’t like?” She teased.

“Why don’t you get in this tub with me, I’ll show you what I like.”

Calla laughed and began to rinse the soap away from him. “It’s too small.” She commented. “If you’re all clean then you can come with me.” With that she rose to her feet and held out a clean towel for him. “Did they behave for you?” Wrapping the towel around her husband she dried him.

“Yes,” Daniel replied. For the most part that was true, they had their little tiff but it was soon over and they did show genuine and open affection for one another and their mother. “You’re really doing a wonderful job with them. I know you don’t see it sometimes.”

Calla sighed and looked up as she wrapped the towel around his waist. “Thank you.” Stretching up to her tip toes, she planted a soft kiss on his cheek. “Come with me.” She bid as she lead him out of the bathroom and to the bedroom.

The bedroom was filled with fresh flowers, incense and more burning candles. On the nightstand was a paper bag that had a red and white slip of paper attached to it; Chinese food had been delivered. “You told me not to cook.” Calla said as she followed his gaze. “I thought you might get hungry.”

It was clear that she wanted to keep him fueled throughout the night and that was just fine with him. “Yeah, I think I might.” On the other nightstand were three bottles; wine, massage oil and cocoa butter oil. “What have you got in mind, Kitty?” Out of force of habit, Daniel began to shut the door.

“Leave it open.” Calla told him. “We’re alone. I have lots of things in mind, my husband.” She led him to the bed. “You don’t know how much I miss you when you’re gone.”

“I think I have an idea,” Daniel replied as he reached out to cup her face and kiss her. “If it’s anywhere near as much as I miss you, it’s absolute torture.”

“It is,” she sighed and rested the top of her head against his beating heart. “Lay down.”

She whispered as she left his side and returned with a small bottle of lavender/chamomile oil. Her eyes smiled as they took in the sight of him lying naked on the bed in front of her. Quietly she sat on the bed by his side and began to rub the back of his neck with her small strong hands.

Daniel began to relax and to lose himself to the soft scents of the room and her touch. Agile oily hands slid across his shoulders and down his arms in a gentle effleurage movement, they slid back up his arms, met at the middle of his shoulder blades and then moved to caress his entire back in a satiny caress. Daniel had to admit that he did love it when she did this for him, her hands slithering over his tired muscles while were locked away in their bedroom, was nothing short of heavenly. It wasn't long before Daniel's mind drifted back to the relaxed peaceful state it had achieved in the bathtub.

Calla watched as his muscles relaxed and listened as his breathing came in long slow shallow breaths. His blue eyes were closed as his head rested on the pillow. She thought of how handsome he was as her hands to explore the small of his back. Her fingertips slid over a knotted muscle and Daniel moaned lightly, she stopped there and kneaded it until once again it lay flat and relaxed inside his body. Tenderly, Calla’s fingers worked their way down to his tight buttocks. Daniel's back arched slightly as she touched upon it and then began to knead the large muscles there in her hands. Calla decided not to linger to long there, she did not want him aroused just yet, she moved her hands to below his buttocks and to the tops of his thighs. Skillfully her hands massaged the thick muscles there and then moved on to the rest of his legs, all the way down to his feet and to massage each toe individually.

Tired aching toes that had been locked away inside stiff combat boots for two weeks cried out as relief washed over them. “You spoil me, Kitty.” Daniel let out a guttural moan. “You always treat me like a king.”

“If not me, then who will do these things for you? Did any of the women you met on your latest adventure do this for you?” Calla asked and massaged the instep of his right foot with her thumb.

“No,” he wanted to turn around and look at her but he didn’t want the massage to stop, he did have another foot to go. David and Rowan MacNeal were three years behind them and sometimes she still needed reassurance that he wasn’t screwing around. Daniel supposed he couldn’t blame her; he was gone so often and so long. She was always here alone with the children. Life must get lonely here at home with lots of time to just sit and think and wonder what he was doing. That was all right, he had the same amount of time to sit and wonder if someone…

…(Ares perhaps)….

Was keeping her warm while he was away. Other than Ares, Jack came to visit frequently when he was gone. Jack always said he was just checking on her and the kids, making sure they had everything they needed; in other words he was being a good friend to both of them. Daniel had no reason to doubt him or to believe she had gone back to Ares ever. “No one ever does this for me, just you.” Now she was moving on to the left foot. Her thumbs moved along his instep causing the muscles there to cry out; Yes! Yes! “Why are you so good to me?” Behind him he heard her giggle.

“Don’t you like it?” She began as she continued to massage him, “Actually, I’m being very selfish right now.”

“You are?” Well, you couldn’t tell that by him. Nope, no way Jose.

“Yes, I love you to touch you, Daniel. The feel of your skin beneath my hand is very powerful. Very intoxicating.” Done with the foot now, she began to make her way back up his body, starting with the ankles. “As long as you want to lay there I will do this for you.” With growing desire Calla made her way back up the muscular body which she loved so much and invoked such longing in her. Lightly her fingers danced over his slick skin.

Drawing in a deep breath, she reached his shoulders once again, they were knotted and tight. Calla took thick handfuls of his flesh in her hands as she kneaded the area between his shoulders. Daniel’s skin slid through her oiled hands to rest once again in its rightful place, she picked them up again and again, feeling the energy rise between them. The energy which, just a moment ago, had been like a soft kiss in the rain was beginning to turn in on itself. Beginning to feed off itself and to grow. Between her fingers small misty blue strands escaped and eased their way into his flesh. Daniel's chest expanded as he drew in a deep breath and his head shifted on the pillow. Calla bent over him to nuzzle her cheek against his head.

Quietly she rolled him over onto his back. She poured a small amount of the oil into the palm of her hands and rubbed them together to warm it before she touched them to his neck, the strong muscles there tightened for a moment and then relaxed under the soft touch of her fingers. Shrewdly they glided from his neck down to the broad chest which she adored so much, it held his heart and hers. Daniel's eyes rolled open as her hands moved over his heart. He gazed up at her through hazy tranquil eyes. Calla smiled down at him.

"What are you doing?" Daniel asked with some effort. He felt like a helium filled balloon, all someone had to do was cut the string and he’d float off into the great beyond.

"Showing you that I love you." Calla whispered as she descended over him, her bare breasts touched upon his oiled chest, she teased the nipples across his warm flesh. “That I missed you.”

"I think you’re trying to seduce me." He whispered back as he encircled his arms around her. The gentle caress of her small firm breasts against him made him hard again.

“I can do better than this.” Her lips closed around the nape of his neck, small exotically scented hands rose and ran through his hair. Gently they pushed his head further to the side so that her mouth could get a better hold. Calla laid her naked body down on him. Daniel let his hands begin explore her.

Daniel's touch on the small of her back caused Calla to breathe harder and cuddle against him further. "Touch me," she pleaded in a soft whisper. More addictive than any drug, she craved him, to be close to him, near him in anyway that he would allow. Strong hands on the curve of her buttocks now, "Yes," she whispered, "please, touch me. Ha’nok re, Daniel." Blistering passion rose swiftly inside of him at the sound of her words, the sinewy muscles of his fingers open and closed around the soft flesh of Calla's tight buttocks. "Touch me," she whispered softly in his ear, her breath hot against his neck.

Daniel's more than willing hands bent to her will and ran voraciously over her soft white skin as she continued to suckle his neck.

To the feel of his skin upon hers, her body ground into his hardness which lay against the flat of her stomach. Calla slid a small oiled hand between his stomach and hardness. She cupped it in the palm of her hand and held it closer against the smooth warmth of her belly. Gentle kisses began to descend from the nape of his neck to his shoulders, down his chest, to the flat of his stomach. “I missed you,” she whispered and laid a kiss on the tip of his hard cock. “So much,” she took him into her mouth. Daniel’s hand gripped the sheets as he drew in a hard breath and slowly let it out. One hand cupping and gently kneading his balls, the other began to work his shaft as her tongue danced round the tip and then wrapped around his swollen cock. Calla didn’t give head with her just her mouth, her whole body was involved in the act. Between his legs, perched on her knees, she arced forward with each upward movement and swayed back as her mouth and hands retreated.

Daniel reached out for a handful of her hair. The last time she did this, and every time she did this for him he loved to bury his face in the softness of his hair even though her head was so far away. Tonight and for many nights to come it only covered up to his chest. “Come up here,” Daniel’s voice was hushed and heavy as his arms reached out for her. Calla looked up him with questioning eyes, his cock still in her mouth. “You’re doing it just fine, you always do. Now come here.” One long last lick and he slid out of her mouth. Calla slinked her way up his body and over him. Daniel waited patiently but breathlessly for her to lower her hips over him. She didn’t.

“What’s the magick word?” She asked quietly.

Like Ali Baba standing in front of his hideout with his band of 40 Thieves…

“I love you,” Daniel whispered.

Calla lowered herself down over his wet and waiting cock. Her thighs gripped his flanks as she began to gyrate above him.

“Come here,” he said for the last time. Daniel was unable to shake the feeling that she was just too far away from him right now, he reached out and pulled her down to him. For two weeks he’d been a billion miles away from her and with all that distance between them he felt closer to her then than he did in this moment. “I want you close to me.” His arms wrapped round her back and he thrust from below her. Both of his hands reached down for her hips. Calla began to sit up on him again, with one hand on her hip and the other on her upper back, Daniel kept her where he wanted her. “Stay here.”

At his request, Calla slid both arms under him and wrapped them around him. Her face buried in the side of his neck, she suckled on it again. In truth it was one of her favorite parts of her husband’s body, the muscle that ran down the nape of his neck. When the flat of her tongue licked across it, his skin broke out in goose bumps. With a hint of oil on his chest there was heat but no friction between them.

The bed springs began to creak and for once in three years neither of them had to care who heard them. Keeping her body snug to his, Daniel reached one hand up for the head board, just to gain a little more leverage, as he thrust fervently below her. Two weeks away from her and even though they’d made love last night, Daniel knew he wasn’t going to hold out for long. Still she was here but she was not with him. In the pit of his stomach the fire ignited to a roaring flame, the hand at the head board did not want to let go, did not want to give up what leverage it held, but soon wrapped tightly around her. Daniels’ legs clamped down over hers, his entire torso heaved and thrust below her. Breathless and unable to hold back, Daniels’ is toes curled, his whole body stiffed below her as his pulsing cock dropped its hot load.

Calla shifted her weight to roll off of him but Daniel wouldn’t let her go. “What’s wrong, Kitty?” He moved the hair away from the face that was pressed to his neck. The question returned nothing but silence. Daniel kissed the top of her head and realized she hadn’t kissed him at all. That was so unlike Calla who loved to kiss and touch even more than she enjoyed the act of making love. Had not even told him that she loved him. The bath, the massage, the food, the ambience, all very conducive to lovemaking.

Or to pleasing him.

Daniel got a terrible feeling in the pit of his stomach where the fire burned hot just a few moments ago. “You know,” he began, “Nicky said you had a bad dream last night.” Daniel’s smooth strong hand slid down her back as though he were petting a cat. “Is that what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, Daniel.” Calla murmured against his skin and tried to roll away from him again.

“Don’t do that to me, I know you better than that.” Daniel kissed her head again. “You can’t fool me anymore so stop trying.” His arms relaxed and he let her go. “Nicky said you dreamed about Kanan last night.”

How many times had she drawn him a bath? Massaged him? And at least gave the appearance of making love to him? Kissing was not an activity good ol’ Kanan encouraged, was it? No, it was not.

“Nicky called Naganti Kanan by name?”

Naganti Kanan. It had been a while since he’d heard those words come from her lips. On the very rare occasion she spoke of him he was just Kanan. “No, Nicky described the man in the dream to me.” Daniel told her and watched her wiggle under the covers. “No body else fits that description, Cal.”

“I guess not.” She agreed. “You know, I really do try to shield when I sleep.” She said looking blankly at her own hands. “I don’t like that you and the children can see my dreams. But, sometimes I’m just so tired.” Her weak voice offered. Soft slender hands reached out for his. “Nothing’s wrong, I promise. It was just a dream, Daniel. Nothing more than that.”

“So, he didn’t come in here and interrupt you last night, did he? You lied to me, why?” She just shrugged her shoulders and turned her head away.

“It’s stupid,” she muttered, “it’s just…..”

“A dream, I know.” Daniel turned her head to face him. “But it’s upset you and you don’t want to tell me, hum? You went to all this trouble…” his other hand gestured around the room, “the bath, the massage….very nice, by the way. My back thanks you.” He smiled at her and she gave a small smile in return.

“I just wanted to welcome you home, let you know you’re loved and missed.” Calla cuddled against him. “It was…mediocre at best, I know.” She said softly. “I’m sorry, Daniel. We have all night. I will do better next time.”

More warning signals. Yep, the railroad crossing lights were flashing brightly in his mind now, followed by a robotic voice calling out; Danger Will Robinson, Danger, Danger. “Yes, we have all tonight and all of tomorrow, so why don’t you tell me about that dream?”

Calla moved away from him, Daniel watched her reach for the bottle of strawberry wine—no stuffy Pussy Fussy wine for her, Calla liked her wine light and sweet, not heavy and dry. She opened it and poured two glasses, she handed one to him. “Really, I don’t remember it anymore.” She took down half the glass in one drink. “It’s silly, let’s talk about something else.” The rest of it went down her throat. “Did you save the universe again?”

“Nothing so grand this time.” Daniel returned. “Just scouting out a new planet. It was boring and tiring.” He took down a sip of wine. “And you’re lying to me again.” If she wanted to play this way, fine. Daniel picked up the bottle and refilled her glass. “You do remember it. I see it in your eyes.”

With a big sigh she took down more of the wine and offered up; “I don’t remember enough of it to make any sense, is that better?”

“Maybe. What do you remember?”

Calla ignored his question and reached for the bag. “Why don’t we eat before it’s stone cold?”

“That’s why we have a microwave.” He took the bag and set it back down on the table. “I can keep this up all night if you want.”

Blood ran into her cheeks making her face red as Callas’ free hand rose into the air. “I don’t know!” She said in frustration. “It’s stupid! Ridiculous! Childish! They’re just dreams!”

Reaching up into the air, he took her hand in his own. “Calm down, Kitty. It’s just you and me here.” He said in a reassuring voice. “They? There’s more than one dream?”

“Yes,” she admitted and swallowed down the rest of her wine.

Well, an honest answer. Maybe they were getting somewhere. Daniel picked up the bottle and filled the glass again. The wine she drank had a light alcohol content, he’d let her drink the whole bottle if she wanted it. “Tell me about them.”

“No,” she shot him a harsh look.

“Why not? And don’t say ‘because they’re just dreams.’”

“He’s dead, right?”

“As far as we know, yes.” He said with trepidation.

“Maeve said he was dead, she wouldn’t lie about that.” Calla insisted.

“Ok.” As far as Daniel knew Maeve hadn’t seen a body and he wasn’t altogether sure how she had come across her information to begin with. He did not like where this was going.

“So then, they’re just dreams and they don’t mean anything.” Calla sounded more like she was trying to convince herself than convince him. “They don’t mean anything.” She said again and swallowed down the last of the wine. Daniel went to refill it. “No, I know what you’re doing.”

“I wasn’t trying to hide it.” Daniel put the bottle down. “If these dreams don’t mean anything, then what’s the harm in telling me?”

“Shhh,” Calla hissed with her finger to her lips, her eyes wandered around the room as though she were looking for something or someone. “Mustn’t say such things,” she mumbled, “must not say them or……” her hand clamped down around her mouth.

“Or they might come true.” Daniel took her hand away from her lips. “That it? You don’t want to give them voice because then they’ll have power. Look at you, whatever it is; it’s already got power, Kitty.” Still she shook her head refusing to say anything more. “All right, if you won’t tell me, will you show me?” He pointed to his own head. “Can you do that?” Before he knew it there was full color image in his head; Naganti Kanan big, bad, dirty, dirty and pissed the hell off. In the image, Naganti Kanan was pulling his massive body from a coffin. In Daniel’s mind his wife’s small frightened voice echoed; He’s looking for me.

“I told you, it’s ridiculous.” She muttered beside him. “Go on laugh at me.”

“I would never do that, Kitty.” Daniel wrapped his strong arms around her. “If you want me to go back to Tiberia and find his rotting corpse, I will. I’ll prove to you that he’s dead…..” or not….”and that he’ll never touch you again.”

“Please, don’t go anywhere near there.” Calla told him. Her arms wound around him as she let out a heavy sigh. The warmth of his body next to hers finally began to sink in. “I love you, Daniel. Promise you won’t go there.” Calla turned her face upward seeking a kiss. Daniel did not deny it to her, his lips brushed down over hers sweeter than the wine she’d been drinking. “I think sometimes, I don’t know,” her voice trailed off for a moment, “there’s always someone clamoring for me and sometimes it feels like I can’t breathe, like….”

“The walls are closing in.” Daniel finished and now there was a different female voice echoing in his head; Daddy when can I have my own room? “The house is getting too small for us.” Yeah, if he had to stay here with the kids, alone, for weeks on end, well, sure, he’d probably start to feel like he was going bonkers too.

“Now you’re being ridiculous.” Calla cuddled deeper against him. “The house is the same size it’s always been. I’ve never seen the walls move.” Under her cheek his chest heaved and relaxed as he let out a laugh.

“Yeah, ok,” he said slowly. Ya gotta love Calla Logic. “Put it another way, our family is out growing this house. Maybe we should look for a new one.” Daniel proposed.

“You can’t afford…..”

“We, Kitty, we.” Daniel ran a hand across the side of his head, “and we can afford a new house.”

“I love our house.” She protested.

“I know you do.” Still there were a lot of bad memories here for both of them. A lot of ghosts hanging around in the corners just waiting to pop up and say ‘boo’ at any time. A change, a new house, would do everyone good. “Colleen’s been asking about a room of her own,” he soothed, “I’m sure Nicky would like that too. This way when you send them to their rooms they won’t be trashing each others stuff. What about you, wouldn’t you like to have a room that’s just yours? Some place you can go and shut them out when they’re driving you crazy?” Not to mention the more practical aspect which was that his three year-old twins looked and acted more like five year-old twins. So far they’d been lucky and the neighbors hadn’t said anything but sooner or later that luck would run out. Seeing as he had no idea how long this growth spurt of theirs would last or how far it would go, having new neighbors might not be such a bad idea.

Well, that did sound like a right fine idea. “The money, Daniel….”

Oh, Christ! Daniel let out a big sigh. “Listen to me; I’m tired of hearing you worry about money. I’m sick of watching you hem and haw over coupons and whether or not you’re going to buy yourself a new pair of jeans. That damn robe of yours is in tatters.” Daniel admonished. God, he was so sick of that. If she went out to buy clothes for him or the kids, she came back with armloads of bags from the GAP, Macy’s, Abercrombie & Fitch and a dozen other well known stores. On the very rare occasion she came home with clothes for herself, they were from a local thrift shop. When he bitched about that she would tell him it was the only place she could find clothing in her small size. Bullshit. “We have plenty of money. I haven’t done anything with the money from the sale of the Chicago house and we’ll get more money for selling this house.” He explained. “We can afford to move to a bigger house if we want to.” Her lips parted. “Don’t you dare ask me if I’m sure.” He scolded. Calla’s mouth closed again. “Kitty, you worry over everything else, let me worry over the money, ok? I promise we won’t go broke. Now, do you want to look for a new house or not?”

A new house. Some place where the dreams might not follow. Some place where I don’t have to be afraid to walk into the basement. Nor see Michael Blood standing in my living room. Or see David in Daniel’s body in the kitchen. “Yes.” At first she looked very apprehensive but then she smiled brightly at him. “I can move the big things.” She winked. “You won’t have to bother with them.”

Daniel snickered and in a thoughtful voice said; “That could be very helpful, yes, it really could.”

“Well, when we moved in here I had nothing at all and all of your stuff was in storage and came delivered to the door.” She explained. “Now we have all of this…..this, shit.” She dropped her eyes, “Sorry. We have all of this stuff, moving it is going to be a big job.” Calla looked up at him again. “But I can help, really, I can be a big help with this.” She encouraged.

Always so willing to jump in and lend a hand, do whatever had to be done. His wife was a very special woman. “I’m going to take you up on that.” Daniel told her. “Tomorrow morning we’ll look in the paper and see what’s out there. We can take our time, we don’t have to rush into anything.” This would be a big adjustment for her and the kids. David and he never had separate rooms, although they both wished for such a luxury a hundred times over. Thinking back on it, Daniel really wasn’t sure if, in the end, he would have liked being separated from his brother in that way. Quickly he reminded himself that he had one son and one daughter, not two sons as his parents did. The kids needed their own rooms.

“All right, if you’re sure…..” She looked at him with questioning eyes.

“Very sure.” Daniel was surprised that the idea appealed to her so much. Calla was not the type of person who always liked to try something new or give up something she’d come to like. “You?”

“Yes,” she agreed without hesitation. Maybe Kanan won’t follow me to the new house. “Kiss?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

End of Chapter Four
Daughter of the Gods: Little Victories
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