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Desert Rose: A Coma White Tale
Daniel Jackson
Stargate SG-1
Adult FanFiction
by
Ryanne

  Part 2

   "Can I take the blindfold off now?" Annie asked. She wasn't exactly irritated, but this secrecy was foreign to her. She was used to being privy to just about every thought that crossed her husbands mind, but he'd been keeping a secret file in his head for a few days now. She knew he was being romantic and wanted to surprise her, but he'd gone through an awful lot of trouble.

  First she'd been taken from the house by Jack and whisked away to the top of Cheyenne Mountain, and ushered into a helicopter, with bags packed on the floor beside her. Upon making it into the machine, Daniel had smiled, kissed her lips, and tied a blindfold to her eyes. So he didn't want the destination revealed. They'd gotten into a car at one point. No.....by the voices and room, she guessed a limo.

   Finally, they came to a stop. She could feel the crush of people; feel the atmosphere of intensity and excitement. The lights behind her eyes, and the almost carnival amount of shouting and people beckoning others. Daniel had picked out her outfit before they'd left. She had on a black cap sleeved baby doll gown in a glittering fabric that hung down to just past her knees. Thigh highs, her high heeled boots, and her fingerless opera gloves. He told her to do her hair up and wear her good earrings. So she looked a combination of gothic chic and pregnant glamour. Only so much you could do when confronted by a huge bulge in your belly. But she understood and appreciated the trouble he went through to make her feel like she could be herself, no matter.

  "Okay.....you ready?" Daniel asked. He was vibrating with the bursting of his secret.

  "Yes baby....what've you got up that sleeve of yours?"
 
  "This!" Daniel tore the blindfold off to reveal the view. They were across the street from Las Vegas' premiere hotel, the Luxor. Shaped like a giant glass pyramid, with a huge light shooting out of the top, the hotel was known for its class and expense.

   "Two nights, two days, just you me, and the desert." Daniel purred in her ear, "I got the best package. Spa treatment, a living room in our suite, and.....room service. I don't have my cell phone, no one but Jack knows where we are. Happy Valentines Day."

  She also noticed that he'd dressed for her. Not in a fancy suit, but how she fantasized about him. He wore tight black jeans, painted on, riding low on his hips. A blue sleeveless t-shirt and his worn motorcycle jacket. Complete with boots and his black hemp choker, decorated with a small chip of naquada. It brought attention to his long throat. His clothes hugged and outlined his fabulous body, and he knew the effect it would have on his hormonal and wanting wife. Even women walking on the strip stopped to eye the archaeologist, not that he noticed the open ogling by others. His attention was focused solely on the reaction of his wife, who was already undressing him with her eyes. He took in her pleased and outright sexual staring. It made him hot too, and suddenly going commando under these jeans didn't seem like such a good idea. Not to mention the heat in his mind, this was quickly sending blood south.

  "Annie, if you don't stop looking at me like an ice cream cone, I'm going to make a scene." he whispered. She laughed and then realized the trouble and thought had gone into every aspect of this.

   Annie promptly burst into tears.
 
  "What’s.....what’s wrong!" Daniel asked.

  "Nothing. It's just....I love you so much Daniel." Daniel took her in his arms, and walked her across the street where several people gathered around her. The concierge led them to their room.

  Looking around, one would think that they'd stepped into one of those fantastic episodes of MTVs "Cribs". The beautiful wallpaper and heavy drapes. There was a full kitchen, a living room, complete with a table, chairs and an honest to goodness chandelier. Oak furniture in a sitting area. And the bedroom was a study in decadence. A huge bed with curtains made from the same hunter green as the drapes. A heavy quilted spread, shining with the soft lighting. There were two nightstands, and then Annie noticed the real splendor.

  Daniel had called ahead, using Jacks connections in D.C. to get preferential treatment. The room was awash in dozens of red and dark green candles that matched the room’s decor. More than she'd even seen in Teal'cs room during his meditation. Incense made the room smell of a night in Egypt. There were two vases filled with white roses on the tables, and rose petals everywhere, including covering the bed. It was a den, a nest where Annie could rest her breeding body and her turbulent mind. She turned to Daniel, and nuzzled against his soft brown hair.

  "I love you.....this is....well, its a dozen cliché’s, but it's so beautiful. Do you want to....?" She left the question open ended. Daniel smirked.

  "All in due time my lovely adia." He called her 'beautiful' in Italian and she melted, "First things first. Why don’t you go check out the bathroom?"

  Annie smirked back but obeyed. There she found a large sink, gold tinged handles and a huge....and I mean.....HUGE Jacuzzi bath. It was already filled and candles were everywhere. The sweet smelling bubbles tempted her.

  "So are you joining me?" She asked.

  "Right here love" He walked into the smoky room. She almost stopped breathing. He was naked. And aroused. His cock was hard and jutting out. The soothing voice of Amy Lee pervaded the bathroom. He'd done research and found that Evanescence was perfect for his and Annie’s mood. Enough guitars for her and enough operatic voice for him.

  Daniel came up behind Annie and slowly removed her clothing. Her jewelry, taking down her hair. He brushed kisses on the back of her neck. She whimpered as he slowly removed her arm coverings, licking the insides of her wrists.

  "Daniel..."

  "Shhh...." He cooed in her ear, licking the shell.

  He unhooked and pulled off her dress, having her raise her arms to do so. She wasn't wearing a bra, but her huge panties unnerved her. Used to her thongs, she thought he'd find her underwear not very sexy.

   "Mmmmm.....look at what we have here. God, I think you might have a nicer ass, it's so juicy." Daniel moaned and he rubbed his face in her crack, pulling down her panties in the process. He didn't find her change in undergarments ugly on her at all. He knelt before and told her to turn to him.

     "Annie...look at me.....do I look at all like a man who isn't turned on by his wife?" She looked down. No he didn't. He was mesmerized, keeping her eyes as he rolled down her stockings and shoes, running his hands up to her belly. He licked her bellybutton, and she put her hands in soft hair.

    "Get in mother of my child..." Daniel whispered. She did.

   The water was lovely, warm but not scalding, and it relaxed her. She felt him slide in after her. He grabbed some oil from the side of the spacious tub, and began to massage her back. Annie moaned in relief as her husbands long and talented fingers worked her sore and overworked tissues, digging in deep and loosening them up. He moved his hands surely to her breasts, massaging her hard nipples.

    "DANIEL!" She yelped, and he chuckled. They soaked for awhile. They leaned back against the seated wall, letting the jets hit them and talking without even speaking. They had entire conversations in their heads now. It was a perfect moment, etched in time. When the water cooled, Daniel lifted Annie out of the water, effortlessly despite her extra girth. He wrapped her in a huge plush towel, drying her and then deposited her on the bed.

  Annie rolled in the soft petals. She vibrated with happiness. All she needed now was a good hard fucking. And Daniel seemed to agree. He left his glasses on the nightstand and slid into the bed.

  "Oh Annie, I love you." Daniel crooned as he slipped alongside her in one of those full body rubbings she loved. He couldn't be on top of her anymore, or she on top of him. They had lost those positions awhile ago. It was either side to side, or doggy style. Enjoyable as the latter was, Daniel decided it wasn't very romantic. So he spooned himself up behind his wife on their sides, and ran his fingers down her neck. They both closed their eyes.

  "Annie....can you give me control of the link?"

  "Why? You don't know how to use it." She frowned. It took time and practice to control a telepathic link. She had no doubt that in time, Daniel would acquire the knowledge to use their link as effortlessly as she did, but that day was far from here.
 
  "I can try." Annie shrugged. 'Couldn't hurt to let him try.'

  "Alright. Just reach inside you, inside your mind, for that place where you feel most connected to me. Then think about what you need to say or see. You may feel more than one presence. I'm linked to our daughter now too."

  Daniel nodded behind her. Annie closed her eyes. All of a sudden, her vision behind her eyes cleared, and she saw her husband in front of her. The outside sounds and feelings were gone. He had pulled them directly into their own heads. She felt one set of his strong hands touch her body, stroking and pinching, as the figure behind her lifted one of her legs up.

  *Look at me baby. Into my eyes.*

 She did. This was his way of making love to her as he had to, while still enabling her to look at him. The black eyes with the ring of bright blazing blue. The version in front of her was fully dressed; she could feel the leather of his jacket against her breasts and neck as he licked her collarbone and smoothed his hands on her stomach. The version behind her was unmistakably naked. She could feel his hard, smooth chest and lightly furred legs against hers, twisting as the other version chafed her gently with jeans.

  *Ooohhhhh Annie....such a dirty girl. You like having two of us? You like that beautiful. You like having me in two places my knocked up Queen?*

  *Daaaannniieeellllllll* Was all she was capable of. She was lost in sensation as both versions of her brilliant husband pleasured and screwed her. She felt the version behind her slide into her sopping entrance from behind. In the meantime, the version in front of her licked her ear and ran his cock, freed from pants that were just opened and hanging off his hips, over her clit.

   "DANIEL!!" Annie cried out.

 It was harder than he expected to keep both versions of himself working the way he needed them to, but once she was begging and sobbing in pleasure, he found it all of a sudden rather easy. He just kept doing what he wanted. He tempted her with her innermost fantasies in doubling himself. One clothed in his sexiest and giving her filthy leers with what he knew were eyes she loved to look at, and it was such a turn on to see her eyes closed and neck arched as she received bliss.

  He worked her. Sliding, thrusting, touching, licking and caressing. He whispered naughty things in her ear in about twenty different languages.

   "Daniel...oh GOD Daniel...." She panted.

  Daniel lost control as the link turned to fire, and Annie’s eyes flew open. She ran her hand through his brown silk and stiffened over his painfully hard erection. They both ignited at once. Annie in a brilliant conflagration of colors and sparks, Daniel in a tight releasing pattern.

  "DANIEL.....OH GOD I LOVE YOU!!!" She screamed.

  "Yes....yes...YES YES ANNIE!!"

 They collapsed and he pulled from her body. Annie immediately succumbed to exhaustion and snuggled into the sheets, the link buzzing with vibrant life. Daniel could feel the brightness coming from her being as he too felt the thread of his offspring. He got up, blew out all the candles, and got in, tucking her raven head beneath his chin. He gathered his beloved close, putting his hand where his baby grew. Mingling his mind into their family link, he slept. The sleep of the dead and brought back to life. In soul life.


  FROM THE JOURNAL OF DR. DANIEL JACKSON - February 17th, 2004

  "I remember the day I lost my wife, Sha're. I remember the look of utter loyalty yet resignation on her face after Teal'c blasted her. She would've wanted it that way, I'm sure of that now. Sha're was my first chance at true happiness. I'll remember her with a fondness for the rest of my life. It DID, however, teach me a painful lesson. You have to hold on to what you've got. Not too tight, but tight enough. Annie is sleeping as I write this, the plane taking us back to the Springs humming faintly. We did everything. Went to museums, gambled, saw shows. We made love so many times in so many tantalizing ways. God, I swear she's trying to kill me. On that first night, she reached for me three more times. I didn't refuse her. She was my own little desert rose, with her black hair and light eyes against the red and golden sunsets.
 
 I used to believe second chances were for everyone else. Now I know the truth. Annie proved to me light doesn’t have to live but once. If I ever could give advice to anyone, it would be that if you find light, nurture it, never be afraid to take it, and love it. To treat the love you have like it's your only chance to live completely. And perhaps it is. Earnest Littlefield once said; what’s the good of having the knowledge of everything, if you don't have anyone to share it with. I never understood that, not even with me being married to Sha're. But I get it now.

  I look down, and she's snuffling against my side and resting her hand atop her belly. I get it Earnest. I SO get it. Sometimes it's about more than love. It's about love being LIGHT itself. Well, the crooners can keep their love songs, and Oma can keep her 'glowyness'. The true light is sitting next to me, on our way home, with the world a brighter place.

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Desert Rose: A Coma White Tale
by Ryanne
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