Tarnished Heroes
A Daniel Jackson
Stargate SG-1
Adult FanFiction Series
By
Moon Mistress
a/k/a Lisa Beth Darling

Chapter Three

Still Crazy After All These Years
Paul Simon

It was late spring and while the days were getting warmer and warmer, the nights were still chilly. To keep the cold at bay Daniel built a fire in the living room hearth while he waited for Calla to come home. He went out to Calla’s garden with her clippers and snipped roses in shades of red, pink, white and gold, from the bushes exactly the way she’d shown him. She didn’t care how long he wanted the stem to be but….he snipped after the row of five sets of leaves and NOT three sets. The sets of three leaves were to be left on the bush because that was where the next rose would come from. Bringing the wonderful smelling flowers into the house, he stopped in the kitchen and got out two plates, two sets of silverware and two glasses, which he put on the coffee table along with the roses in a crystal vase.

Daniel stepped back to look at his work. “Perfect.” He proclaimed it to be.

Twenty minutes later, just as the last of the suns’ rays set behind the horizon, Calla arrived at the front door and he went to greet her. “Hi, honey.” Daniel kissed her cheek and took the brown paper bag from her.

“Hello, Beautiful. I missed you.” Calla leaned in to kiss him again. “How was your day?” She followed him over to the couch. “A fire, thank you, it is a big nippy out there.” Calla held her hands out in front of the flames to warm them. Daniel was opening the bag behind her and she turned around. “Oh, my. I see we have candles, wine and flowers as well. What’s the occasion?” She asked and sat down on the sofa.

“We’re alone.” Daniel smiled. “Good enough?”

“It’s good with me.”

“And, we’re supposed to be celebrating, that is what started this, remember?” He reminded her. “Aren’t you going to tell me all about who bought your paintings?” Daniel fished two Styrofoam containers out of the bag. “What did you get? This smells good.”

“I stopped at Carlo’s; the duck is for you,”

“Oh, I love their duck.” Daniel remarked as he continued to rummage through the bag.

“Hence the reason that the duck is for you. The turkey’s mine.” Calla opened one of the carryout boxes and then handed it over to him. “I told you already, I really don’t know who bought the paintings. There’s something else I want to talk to you about.” Fork in hand she looked up at him and saw that he was waiting for her to continue. “About the trip,” she stopped for a moment while she tried to find the right words; she didn’t want to just blurt it out to him.

“Yeah, about that, Kitty.” He interjected and watched her eyes widen. “I know we go every year and I love going with you, we get a few days alone.” Daniel stopped and smiled at her.

“But?”

Yeah, well. “But,” he sighed, “well, SG-3 brought back a really interesting tablet from their last mission and I’ve been trying to figure it out, I even brought it home tonight….”

“You want to spend this weekend and next working.” Calla shortened up the tale for him.

“Yeah,” he admitted in a grudging sigh. “I mean, no. Kitty, I’m sorry I’m just being selfish, I’ll go with you.”

“No.” Calla said quickly. “You’re not going to want to go anyway.”

“Why not?”

“Well, we almost went on a trip to the History of Pornography Museum but that got scrapped….”

“Bummer.” Daniel chimed. “I wouldn’t want to miss that one.”

Calla groaned. “Anyway, the class voted on the…” she stopped again and finally pushed it out, “The New York Museum of Art.” Looking him swiftly she continued. “So you see, you don’t want to go anyway. If you want to work next weekend then there’s no problem.”

Daniel paled. The New York Museum of Art. He’d been back there of the years, of course he had. However, it was never what would call a pleasure trip. Maybe it was the look on his face or the uneasy silence between them, Calla reached out and touched his arm. Daniel looked over to see her gazing at him with concern. “I’m ok, honey.” He shook his. “I….I don’t like the idea of you going to New York alone.”

“I won’t be alone, there’s twenty people going with me. This works out, Daniel, it’s all right. I was afraid you’d feel pressured to go just to please me.”

To his eyes and ears she appeared genuinely happy about this turn of events. Calla hated it when he worked long weekends, especially if he brought said work home with him and spent the time in the house holed up in his office but not really home, if you know what I mean. Over the years Doctor Daniel Jackson had been very conscious of not ignoring his wife, not tossing her over in favor of his work as he was so apt to do. Calla had the worst habit of letting him do just that. Sometimes until she felt she was going unnoticed and couldn’t take it anymore at which time there would a small flashpoint, he would realize what he was doing and make up for it. Things went forward. Still, he should know better than that. Daniel put the fork down and sighed. “No, I should go with you. You loved New York, who knows, maybe this time we’ll actually get to the Statue of Liberty.” He joked as he remembered thinking that, before the trip, she’d be afraid of the big city. It just might give her a huge panic attack or worse yet swallow her up. The first day she was a little shell-shocked. The second day she wanted to wander around and by the time they left she seemed almost comfortable with all those people milling about and wandering by. They couldn’t get over to the Statue of Liberty because it was being worked on but they saw it from Ellis Island and Calla took many photographs. A few weeks later, she’d begun painting what she’d seen in the city. Some of those paintings were for sale in her gallery.

“I hate being apart from you,” Calla confessed, “but you don’t want to go and I have to.” She stopped and grinned. “How’s that for a change?” She asked lightly and kissed his cheek. He was right about one thing, she did love New York City—well then again, he’d been with her as she wandered the city streets. “It’ll be fine; I’ll leave Friday afternoon and be home by Sunday afternoon.” Calla assured him. “I’m a big girl I can go on my own.”

Like his wife an hour or so before with his daughter, Daniel wasn’t worried about her, he trusted her, it was where she was going--without him--that gave him pause. “Alright.” He finally gave in. “If you need me then just come home, promise? Just blink your eyes or wiggle your nose, whatever it is you do and come home.”

“I promise.” Calla said without hesitation. If he was this worried about her just going to New York on her own perhaps she shouldn’t inform him of Mr. Hartley’s phone call and his wanting to meet with her. Maybe the call from the reporter didn’t have to be discussed after all. “Come on and eat your dinner before it gets cold. I want to enjoy this fire with you while we’re alone.”

“Thanks for being so understanding, Calla.” He picked up the fork but didn’t put it to the duck. “I feel like a schmuck.” Long ago, he made a pact…an agreement…a promise…that he’d do his best not to leave her alone. At the very least, he wouldn’t let her go wandering off willy-nilly into the Big Bad City all by her onesies. Over the years, she had come a long way but she was still known to space-out in unfamiliar situations and places. If she just spaced-out and began meandering around New York City by herself anything could happen.

“You’re not a schmuck.” She snickered. “I knew you were going to hate this idea but I couldn’t tell the class they had to vote again. Don’t worry; I’m not going to be alone.”

The grumbling in his stomach caused him to pick up the knife and cut into the crisp but tender duck. “No, that wouldn’t have been very fair.” Daniel agreed and took a bite. His mouth watered and his stomach growled harder. He hadn’t realized he was so hungry.

“So, what are you working on?” Calla asked as she began to eat.

Over dinner, Daniel explained that among the artifacts from SG-3’s mission to XG7899 was a very interesting tablet. Daniel didn’t seem to know what it said, it was in a language he’d never seen and he took Calla into the den so that she could look at it.

“Any ideas?” He asked as he ran his open palm over the even surface.

On his desk was a black tablet that looked as it though it was carved from jet or onyx perhaps. It was about the size of your average paperback novel and it was covered in very neat writing. The images looked somewhat familiar to her, as though it were possible she’d seen them before, they didn’t make any sense to her at all. “Not really, no.” She reached out and covered his hand with hers.

Considering what? Where the hell did you come from?

Shut up, Davy, they’re ALL dead. No one’s coming for her anymore.

“Daniel?” Calla waved her hand in front of his face. “Hey, Beautiful. Are you all right?”

Dazed and confused his eyes began to focus on her. “Yeah, yeah, hey, ya know what? I am going to go with you. Is that ok?”

“Daniel, what are you talking about? We just agreed…..”

“Yeah, whatever forget it ok?” He said quickly and took hold of her hands. “Look, maybe I won’t go on the tour of the museum but I’m going to go to the city with you.”

“What about your work? You were just telling me how important it is and…...”

“Not as important as you. I was being selfish and childish and I’m sorry, Calla.”

“No, you weren’t. What changed your mind?” She asked and came to realize he was leading her out of the den and back to their dinner in the living room. Calla couldn’t say that this was unwelcome news or that she was apt to turn him down in anyway. Going to New York without him was never on the top of her List of Things to Do.

They resumed their places on the couch and Daniel refilled her wine glass. If he was going to come along then she had to tell him about Mr. Hartley at least. Although she had to admit, she was still yearning for a way out of the meeting. Maybe Daniel wouldn’t want her to go. That would be good. “Mr. Hartley called today.” She said quickly and watched him turn his head to look at her. “He would like to meet me when I’m in New York.”

In the back of his mind, David cackled wildly. What’d I tell yew, Danny? Now tell me, what’d I say!

“Why?”

“He said he has some interested investors and wants to see photographs of my paintings.” Her voice dropped low. “Mr. Hartley said we could make a lot of money.”

“Is that what you want?”

“No not really.” She looked up at him and shook her head. “It’s stupid of me isn’t it? So many other people spend their lives striving for chances just like this one and I’d rather pass it by. I don’t want to be a World Famous Artiste.”

Daniel said something extraordinary. “Then don’t meet with him.”

“That would be all right with you? If I called him back and declined his offer. You don’t think it’s stupid?”

“No I don’t.”

“I mean, it’s a lot of money, Daniel. We could make a lot of money.”

Daniel groaned and rolled his eyes. “Money.” He complained. “So what?”

“Maybe enough to buy that old castle in Scotland….”

The groaning frown turned into a smile on his face. He knew this little fantasy, this little tale of hers. She’d told it to him a hundred times over the years. That was all right, he never tired of hearing it. Or watching the sparkle in her eyes and listing to the lilt in her voice as she told it.

“…and we’ll fix it up, just us, until it shines. We’ll be King and Queen of our Kingdom. Our children and grandchildren and our great-grandchildren will come with their families and fill our castle with their love and laughter.” Calla reached out and up to trace the outline of his face. “You will have rooms and rooms full of books, every book you want and artifacts and trinkets.” Her head lay against his shoulder. “Our castle will be so far away from everything that no one will ever know we’re there.” She whispered. “On warm summer night we’ll make love….”

“In the garden by the Wishing Well.” He finished. It was a lovely little fantasy. One he would not mind indulging in and hoped one day to see through to fruition. “We’ll get there, Kitty but if you don’t want to do this that’s ok.”

“You’re sure?” She was staring intently into his eyes.

“Yes.” Daniel took one hand from his face and kissed it.

There was a big load off her mind, even if it did mean not moving to that castle in the near future. When Andrew Hartley went away the press—such as it was—would go with him. That would be another relief. Calla reached out and hugged him. “I love you.”

“Why? Because I don’t want you to be rich and famous?”

“Yes exactly.” Calla gave a gentle squeeze and pulled away. “Now one last thing about the money from the paintings.”

“What about it?”

“I want to give you half to invest for the kids and us.” Her voice stumbled a little.

“Ok, sounds good.” Daniel agreed. “And the other half?”

“Do you think it would be all right if I donated it to the Woman’s Shelter?” She asked hopefully. “I’m sure they can use it,” she said as the hope in her voice turn into a more rationalizing tone.

Daniel smiled and kissed her forehead. “Yeah,” he whispered with his lips still pressed to her skin. “I’m sure they can. You don’t have to justify this to me.”

“Now who’s understanding?” She asked and cuddled against his warmth before pulling away. “Maybe now they’ll stop calling me ‘misogynistic’” She quipped.

“That’s not why you’re doing this but, yeah, maybe.” Daniel agreed. “Done?” He asked looking down at her almost empty plate. Well it was a big day; she hardly ever ate that much in one sitting.

“Yes.” Calla watched as he stood up and reached to pick up the mess. “I’ll get it.”

“I got it you sit.”

“No,” she cooed, “I mean, I’ll get it.” Calla waved her hand in the air and dirty dishes and leftovers disappeared from the coffee table. In their place were two mugs of freshly brewed Colombian coffee and two refilled wine glasses. “See?”

“You really should do that more often.” Daniel told her and resumed his place on the couch. “Stretch out.” He told her. “Put your feet up.” Her legs landed in his lap, Daniel took off her sandals and began to massage the soles of her feet. The merciless scars, which once marred her were long gone but the tendons in her feet, were always sore and tired. As soon as his hands closed over her arches, Calla’s eyes closed and she let out a long relaxing sigh of air. If she thought the quickest way to his heart was through his stomach—as evidenced by tonight’s duck—then he thought the fastest way to hers was probably through her feet. Daniel rubbed each one in turn from the ankle to the toes paying special attention to those abused arches. “Been standing up again all day? How’s your back?”

“It’s fine.”

“It’s fine.” He mocked with a toss of his head. “We’re all alone, why don’t you let me help you out of those clothes and I’ll massage you, head to toe, by the fire.” Daniel invited.

“How can I say no to that?” She asked.

“Well, I was hoping you wouldn’t.” Calla sat up and began to lift the shirt over her head but his hands stopped her. “Eighteen years and you still don’t understand undressing you is my job?” He chided lightly while his eyes sparkled at her. “Besides, this has buttons and you know how much I like buttons.” His voice was soft and low as the top button slid from its hole. “Yeah,” another button undone, “I like buttons.” Now he could see the lacy pink bra beneath her light sweater. He liked that one it clasped in the front.

“Daniel!” Calla blushed and pushed him away playfully. “You really are a shameless flirt.”

“Only with you.” Gently he pushed her back down on the couch and moved to sit by her. “I want to be my wife’s Lover, what’s wrong with that?” His hand brushed across her cheek and then through her hair. “The one you dream about, the one who sets your heart on fire and makes all your fantasies come true.”

“You’re all that and more.” She cooed but then her eyes opened and she looked up at him. “You’re my only Lover you know that, don’t you?”

Daniel smiled, “Yeah, I’m pretty sure anyway.” He went back to undoing those buttons.

“Pretty Su…”

His free hand covered her mouth. “Shh, I’m positive, ok?” His smile widened. Almost seventeen years ago when they were on Ares’ island and she was about to unbound from him, Calla had very sincerely asked if that was still all right with him. She wanted to know if her word—her promise—to not have any other lovers was sufficient and that it was the bond that kept her from doing that even if she wanted to. In Calla Speak, she wanted to know if he trusted her that much. Way back when he’d smiled and told her that her word was more than sufficient for him. It had certainly stood the test of time better than his had. “I’m absolutely positive.” Her arms wrapped around his neck and he took his hand away from her lips to cover them with his own. Before she knew it, all of the buttons on her sweater were undone and so was the clasp on the lacy pink bra. “These poor things,” he said as he took one in each hand, “they’ve been harnessed up in that contraption all day, I bet they need a nice rub, hum?”

“You’re supposed to rub my back first.” She scolded mischievously.

“Oh, you’re back.” Daniel nodded his head and sucked his teeth for a second. “Well, then, I guess we’ll have to take this off.” He tugged on the sweater. Calla sat up and Daniel slid it off her. “That’s better. I like that.” He whispered as his eyes took her in.

“Well I should hope so.” Calla held her arms out to him. “Kiss?”

For one long, almost endless moment, he held back from her while he searched his own head making sure he was the only one using it before going any further with her. Hearing David’s voice while they stood in the den was unnerving but it didn’t feel threatening, not as if Davy wanted to take him over and get his licks in. Maybe some part of him, of Daniel, had absorbed a part of David that couldn’t be released as easily as a button. Maybe his own subconscious used Davy’s voice to call his attention to something he might otherwise overlook or dismiss. Right now, David was quiet and Daniel was alone in his mind and body. If that should ever happen to her again, if he should ever let that happen to her again, Daniel didn’t think he could take it. He knew his marriage couldn’t.

“Daniel, my love?” She asked softly. “What’s wrong? Don’t you want this old body anymore?”

Old body? Yeah, all fifty-something women look like this. “Oh, shut up you.” He said with a grin. To make sure she did just that he planted a deep probing kiss on her waiting lips. Her back arched to greet him while her arms reached round to pull him down to her.

Slender fingertips fumbled with the tail of his shirt until they got a good enough hold to move it up his strong body and over his head. Taking her lips from his just long enough to get the job done Calla dropped the shirt to the floor. Skin to skin she couldn’t help but smile as he kissed her. Their hearts beat together in an untamed pagan rhythm and always was this exactly where she wanted to be; lost in him, mind, body and soul. The hands that had been wildly exploring the warm flesh of his back slid into the pockets of his jeans and gave those firm round butt cheeks of his, the ones that drove her mad whenever he turned his back to her, a hearty squeeze. The feel of that well-curved muscle in the palms of her hands made her heart beat faster. Unsatisfied with the denim blocking her way she slid her hands out of her pockets and beneath the material, her fingertips working their way under the waist band of his underwear. When those nicely manicured nails sunk into the soft warm flesh, it was his heart that quickened its pace.

Breathless he pulled away from her. “You keep this up and you won’t get your rub.” Calla didn’t look as though she were particularly interested in the massage any longer. She had other things on her mind and the house was empty. Daniel couldn’t remember the last time they made love in the living room of their own home. Grabbing the throw-blanket on the back of the couch, he stood up and laid it on the floor by the fire. “Come here.” Daniel held his hand out her.

Calla tossed the couch pillows at him with a grin and then came to his side as he’d asked. “What do you want?” She asked as she reached out to touch him and trace her hand along the steady outline of the ripples on his chest.

“You.” There was no fumbling involved when he freed the rivet on her jeans and slid the zipper down. The blue jeans were next, Daniel slid down with them and she put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself as she stepped out of them. He tossed them aside, wrapped his arms around her small waist and nuzzled his face into the softness of her belly just above the waistband of the matching pink panties she was wearing. One of her hands worked its way around his shoulder to stroke the flesh there while the other ran through his hair. He breathed deep of her. Every time he took her in his arms she smelled like heaven and she felt like home. Like this was the one place, in the entire universe, that he was actually born to be in. Wherever she was if he was with her then he was home. Firm steady fingers slid into the waistband and slipped those pretty pink panties from her. The scent of her was stronger now it filled his head until it was the only thing he knew and the only thing he wanted to know. From his place on his knees on the floor he looked up at her. “Come down here with me.” She settled on the blanket by the fire in a sitting position next to him. “No, you know what I want.” He said softly. “Lay back.” Gently but firmly Daniel pressed her down onto the pillows in front of the fire.

“Daniel, don’t.” Her voice had a faded distant quality to it.

“Why not?”

“I…I haven’t showered today.” Though she was looking away from him, she moved to sit up. His long slender hand, backed up by the firm bicep, planted itself between her breasts and held her in place. “Don’t.”

“We had a shower this morning.” He reminded her. Eighteen years and they still had to go through this one. Daniel really didn’t understand this particular hang up of hers. If he didn’t mind that she wasn’t fresh from the shower, why it should bother her so much? Especially seeing as how he was the one who’d dirtied her up to begin with. It wasn’t as if she ever hesitated to go down on him if he was less than sparkling clean.

“We hardly got clean.” Calla remarked and held her arms out for him to come and enter her. “And we had sex afterwards.” She reminded him.

“Had sex?” He asked. “Humph. I thought I did better than that. Guess not.” Daniel rose to his feet. “That’s all right, you just wait right there and don’t move.” He told her and rose to his feet. Shaking his head but having a plan, he left the living room. A few moments later, he came back with a small dish of warm water, a clean washcloth and a bar of soap.

“That’s your solution? You’re going to cleanse me?” She asked with a smile as he settled back on the floor next to her.

“Um-hum, if it bothers you so much then that’s what I’m going to do.”

“Anything to get your way.” Calla chided as she gazed up at him.

“Yep damn near anything.” He agreed. “Now open up.”

“Humph,” Calla huffed and turned her head away. It wasn’t long before he was looming over with those blue eyes sparkling down at her.

“Hey, Kitty,” he whispered.

“What?” She sulked playfully.

“I love you.” Daniel said.

“You better.” Her legs parted and his lips brushed over hers before he descended and began his work. The soapy cotton cloth was slick against the soft folds of the delicate skin between her legs. Daniel worked it around in a slow circular motion making sure he got every little spot, front to back. With the warm silky sensation of the building and warmth of his hand between her legs, Calla let out a little smile and closed her eyes. Why would he do this for her, after all these years, “How do you put up with me?”

“It’s very difficult,” he told her with a grin. “But somehow I manage,” Daniel sighed and dunked the cloth into the warm water to rinse the lather from her. “There, all clean.” Daniel tried to settle himself between those clean milky thighs but she put up her knee and blocked access. Hum. Ah. “Hold on, I’m not done yet.” Daniel reached behind him for his cotton shirt. Calla looked at him and opened her legs again. Daniel dried the area he’d just cleaned. “All clean and dry. Better?”

“Much.”

“Good,” he said softly while he nodded his head. “Now, no more trouble from you young lady, you just make yourself comfortable and let me take care of everything.” This time when he tried to settle himself between those sweet smooth thighs, she offered up no resistance. Finally, he thought as he breathed deep of scent of her, which at the moment was slightly covered with the buzzing-tingle of lavender. Daniel wasn’t much interested in the taste of the soap so he’d made sure to rinse—and dry-- her well. Since he didn’t want that soapy after-taste lingering in his mouth, his index finger slid home before his tongue. She was already wet and waiting there. When that fresh juice began to trickle from her, he lapped it up with the smooth flat of his tongue with firm but tender passion. He’d waited almost 24 hours for this. (Poor Daniel.) No woman he’d ever been with tasted as delectable as his wife. No other woman’s scent ever filled his head this way; it carried a rapid fire that quickly spread throughout his entire body bringing life to each and every nerve. From the top of his sandy head to the tip of his toes and up to the hard shaft between his legs, he was alive, completely and utterly alive and working in overdrive. Not in a bad way, not like when he was running for his life with SG-1. Although the rush was similar this—his heart beat just as fast, his mind raced just as quickly and his breathing came in short shallow gasps—but this was so much more pleasurable than the first. Rather than the echoing sound of gunfire, it was the crackle of the fire and Calla’s deep moans of bliss that filled his ears.

Suddenly her hands clamped down on the sides of his head and her deep breaths became short panting gasps for air. Her hips rose and fell as the muscles inside seized upon his fingers. Daniel looked up so he could see her face while she climaxed. His Pretty Kitty didn’t want to let it go, she was holding back and making him work for it. Oh, goodie! Daniel smiled as he picked up the pace and watched her grip the pillows and throw-blanket beneath her. The more she held back the harder she’d cum when it was all said and done. It had been decades since she’d been able to hold out completely and tonight was no exception. His eyes gleamed as she sucked in breath over her teeth and called out his name.

“Fssss…..umm, Danny.” She sighed.

Knowing his wife as intimately as he did, Daniel slowed the pace of the two slender fingers inside her. Long, slow and deep, he guided them in and out of her and she couldn’t hold back any more. The thick muscle around him grew slicker while it expanded and contracted around him. That sweet milky juice began to flow like wine.

“Danny,” she called out softly.

“What?” Seeing as how moments like these were the only times she ever called him ‘Danny’, he already knew the answer to his question. ‘Danny’, the name made him feel like the fumbling teenage boy he once was in the back seat of a car with steamy windows. It brought back that same teenage exhilarating rush of energy with it.

“Don’t stop, please, don’t stop.”

Higher and higher she climbed until she couldn’t take it. In a passionate heated rush she gave over and gave in to him. Only when he thought she’d have enough did Daniel stop and slid up her body. Gazing down upon her slim body bathed in the fire’s glow, her eyes closed and she panted breathlessly below him. “I love you.” He whispered. Wanting to kiss her long and deep but not with the taste of her still on his tongue—he supposed that was his own little hang-up, she never complained about it-- Daniel picked up his wine glass and finished off the last of the alcohol in it.

“Yes, I think you must.” Calla rolled toward him and held out her arms. Daniel settled over her again and got that kiss he’d been wanting. “Your turn?” She asked with gleaming hopeful eyes.

“Tomorrow.” Daniel told her and watched her pout.

“Please?”

“No.”

The pout on her face deepened as she batted her eyes at him.

She looked so damn cute but he wasn’t giving in, turn about was always fair play. “Hey, my shower wasn’t so cleansing either.” He teased. Calla reached out for the bowl of cooling water but he pushed her hand away. “Tomorrow. Tonight’s we’re celebrating your accomplishments.”

“What accomplishment? I’ve done nothing.”

Whoa. “What do you mean, you’ve done nothing? Kitty, you just made $85,000.00.”

“Oh,” she groaned and tossed her hand to the side. “Paintings, they’re just paintings, ten dollars worth of materials and a little time. Big deal. They’re hardly worth the prices they’ve fetched.”

“They’re worth every penny. I wish you would stop selling yourself short.”

Naked and warm by the fire, she rose to her knees in front of him. Calla slid the blue jeans away and laid her husband down by the fire. She lay down in her favorite place; at his side.

Eighteen years had passed by and he still gave her the warm fuzzies combined with a bad case of the cold shakes. Just the thought of touching him, of gliding her hands along the soft hard smooth flesh—like she was doing now-- and perhaps dancing her tongue around his hard nipples made her mouth water and her breath come in faster gasps. She never knew she could be so completely in love with someone, so closely intimate, open and vulnerable yet unafraid until Daniel came along. His beautiful blue eyes closed as she relished in the velvety softness of his skin beneath her hand. Not that she had to look down to see it, she already felt it pressing against her thigh, but she wanted to look at it, you understand. That thick raging hard-on was for her and at the moment Daniel didn’t look as though he would offer up any further argument if she were to…...

“What’s wrong, Kitty?” Daniel asked as he stroked her arm. “Mad at me?” Maybe his denial and then his reassurances had pushed her too far into thinking rather than acting.

“No,” she whispered as she gazed over at him naked and waiting below her. “I was just thinking about how beautiful you are…”

“My pretty Kitty, I am not beautiful.” He told her. Of all the men his wife had known over the years of her life, and yes 99.9% of them had been unwanted, but some—or at least one—of them had to be better looking than he was. Or so he thought anyway. “But I’m glad you think I am.”

Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. “How can you say that? Have you seen the mirror lately, my love? You’ve always been the most handsome, most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.”

“I am?” Daniel stroked her back while he shook his head. “I think maybe we should get your eyes checked. You’re getting older now, you know, at our age the eyes and the ears are the first things to go.” He taunted.

“Don’t tease,” she said softly, “I don’t need glasses you do.” She pouted. Years and years ago, she could have healed his eyes and given him vision, which was far better than 20/20, but Calla liked the spectacles. She thought they were very sexy, not that he needed any help in that department. “I was thinking of how lucky I am if you hadn’t come along when you did….

“You don’t have to think about that anymore.” Daniel whispered. “It’s over. Long gone.”

“Because of you. Do you know how very much I love you?”

“You do?” He asked with a grin. “Why don’t you come up here and show me how much.”

Without hesitating she did exactly as she’d asked her, Calla’s thighs fell down on either side of him she looked down at him with loving eyes and traced the outline of his face and then down the nape of his neck to that lovely well between his pecs. But she didn’t take him inside. “You know…” her voice faltered for a moment… “Before”—that was the way she always said it ‘Before’. She never mentioned Kanan, Eros, or any of them by name anymore. No, she only referred to her time with them as Before and he hated to hear her talk about it. “If anyone had ever told me that I would have a man like you in my life—someone who would love me and want me-- I wouldn’t have believed them.” Gently she laid her head down on his chest to listen to the rapid beating of his heart. “You’re everything to me, Daniel I don’t ever want to lose you and the way you make me feel.”

“You won’t.” Daniel said softly and stroked her back. Curiosity got the best of him. “How do I make you feel?”

“Like I’m beautiful too.” She confessed.

“You are. Much more beautiful than I’ll ever be.” Daniel wrapped his arms around her warm naked body and wished he’d realized how serious a turn the conversation had taken a little sooner. “Don’t worry, you won’t lose me, I’m not goin’ anywhere, Kitty.”

“Promise? Not even if I did something very bad?” Her voice was deep and full of concern. Calla pulled herself away from the thoughts that were invading her head and lightened her mood as she smiled down at him. “You’re sure you don’t want to trade me on a couple of twenty-five year-olds?”

“No I don’t want to trade you in. No matter what you do I’ll always be here with you.” Where was all of this coming from all of a sudden?

“No other Lovers?” She asked as her finger tips danced around his chest.

“No, baby, no other Lovers, you don’t have to worry about things like that. It’s just you and me. Always.”

“Yes you’re my only Lover. That’s the way I want it to be…forever.” Calla gave up whatever restraint or hesitation was left in her and surrendered to the heat and desire and she felt radiating from him. Slowly she lowered herself over him, taking him in inch by inch until she was full and he was fully inside her. “I love you,” she whispered and laid her body down on top of him while her hips rocked gently up and down taking him in and out of that wet sweet spot.

At the sound of her voice and intense sensation of her naked body stretched full out against him, Daniel’s eyes rolled back in his head and then closed softly. “I love you too, Kitty.” Those hard strong biceps embraced her from shoulder to the small of her back keeping her near him where he wanted her. The feel of her lips against his neck made the heat rise, a light sweat broke out all over him while she suckled and nibbled the tender skin below his ear. The part of him that he thought couldn’t get any harder did exactly that until it throbbed with a dull ache and began to hurt. Long auburn hair covered his face in a silky caress as it cascaded over his shoulders and down his chest and flank while she gyrated on top of him, her lips never leaving his skin. Breathing deep of her scent, the fire and the light aroma of the herbal shampoo she used, his eyes opened and the hands that had been so gently running over her soft skin stiffened with his cock. They found their way down her hips and pushed her down further on him.

Calla’s arms wrapped around his neck and her thighs tightened on his flanks. How in Gods’ name did he ever get this lucky? What angel smiled down on him? Why? What had he ever done to deserve an eternity full of bliss? Daniel didn’t know anymore, if he ever did, and he didn’t care. She was here, she always would be and she was his. Nothing else mattered.

Neither of them was conscious of the motions and movements they made, no they seemed to come from somewhere else, some great and divine place beyond their reach. The whole world including them was lost to everything dealing with consciousness and the Real World.

Soon Daniel was cumming and he didn’t want to. It was the end of the ride and once it begun he never wanted it to end. If he was lucky and usually he was, she’d bring him back to attention before the night was through. They were Connected, One Being, with nothing between them. She was flying right next to him but she wasn’t ready to let go and let it end. His orgasm was at hand, Daniel could feel it rising to the very tip of his straining cock.

Calla abruptly broke the connection between them, she slid off him and down. Before he could stop her, he was in her mouth. Reflex and hard stomach muscles pulled him up to a half sitting position as she took him down her throat. “Calla,” he moaned.

Taking her mouth away, she looked up at him with wild almost animal eyes. “Mine.” She said and lowered her head again.

Fuck me. Daniel lay back down on the blanket. Her wet tongued danced around the head and down the shaft while she sucked him like a lollipop. One hand cupping and massing his aching balls while the other pumped his hard shaft. Daniel thought his head would explode as his heart raced to keep up with his head. He was cumming again; his cock stiffened further and began to pulse. She gobbled down the pre-cum from him and…

Stopped…..!!

Centimeters from ecstasy, she left him hanging in the air. His eyes flew open and his gazed up at her wild smiling face. “All mine.” She said and took him inside that warm wet pussy of hers one last time.

His hands clamped on those curvy hips, no way was he going to let her do that to him again. Daniel’s knees part and his feet pushed against the floor while he held her in place. “All yours.”

“Yes, mine.” Her hips ground down him with such force he thought she’d push them both through the floor. Calla grabbed hold of his chest, her nails sunk into the hard flesh here. More leverage. She wanted, needed, more leverage. Calla reached down and took his hands from her hips. She brought them up into the air and held onto them, pressing her weight down onto his arms and forcing him to provide the resistance she was so desperately seeking. “Danny,” she moaned softly.

Writhing, seating, thrusting and reaching for that hard climax, the one that glittered and danced before both of them. Unable to resist its temptation any longer Calla collapsed against him. Daniel’s hard hurting cock gave up its store of white gold as her juices rained down over him. Breathless and shaking she held onto him and kept him inside her while the fire enveloped them.

Daniel couldn’t move, didn’t want to move. Never wanted her to move. Everything was perfect, in this moment, absolutely everything was perfect. Yeah, eighteen years and she could still do that to him. How many couples could say that? He didn’t know but Gods he hoped they weren’t the only ones. Caught up in the rapture and the after glow Calla fell into a light sleep in his arms.

The back door slammed shut.

One of the kids was home. Whichever one it was it had a clear line of sight as they were about to come through the kitchen and into the living room. His muscles were weak and he still couldn’t move no matter how much he tried. Shit. He thought while still trying to catch his breath. “Kitty, get up.” He managed to whisper but she didn’t move, she hadn’t heard the door. Daniel reached for the corner of the blanket to cover her but could only get it to part way cover her fine ass.

Nicholas walked into the living room and stopped cold. He stared down at his parents for a long uneasy moment. “Hi, dad.” He stuttered.

“Nick. You’re early.”

“I see that.” Nicholas hadn’t seen his mother this naked since he was a small boy and the blanket wasn’t leaving much to his imagination. He’d forgotten just how sexy and desirable she was. Jerry called her a ‘babe’ earlier today and he’d been offended by that but now he could plainly see the same thing Jerry did. In the fire’s glow and her in husband’s arms, his mother was every bit the Goddess she had been born to be.

“The polite thing would be to walk away.” Daniel told his son in a quiet but firm voice.

“Yeah.” Nicholas found it very hard but he finally took his eyes away from his mother to meet his father’s stare. “Sorry. I just…. I just didn’t expect this when I walked in.” Though maybe he should have, his parents were always going at it. You’d think they were still just dating for crying out loud.

“Hum,” Calla moaned and raised her head. The sudden strong movement of Daniel’s arms kept her in place and pressed her head back to his chest. She didn’t mind, it was warm here.

Daniel nodded his head toward Nicholas mentally telling him to get out of the room before she turned around and saw him standing there. It was in his eyes, Nicholas didn’t want to turn away but he did and quickly made his way up the stairs.

“Something wrong?” She asked him.

“No,” Daniel said softly and glanced down at the watch on his wrist; 10:48. “But we should get upstairs before Colleen comes home.”

“Is it that late?”

“Yeah.” He smiled at her. “It is.” Daniel groaned when she rolled off him.

“I have to wait up for Colleen.”

“We’ll wait for her upstairs.” Daniel didn’t want her going anywhere near the window and seeing Nick’s hot rod sitting in the driveway. There was no need for her to know what their son walked in on. “Come on, we’ll get this mess in the morning.” He held his hand to her.

Calla huffed out a little sigh and rolled her eyes. “Hump,” she tossed her hand in the air. Their clothes, which had been scattered around the living room, were gone. The pillows and blanket were where they belonged, the wine glasses put away and the bowl and wash cloth were gone. The living room was once again neat and tidy.

“Just had to have it your way, huh?” He asked.

“I had a good teacher.” Calla complimented with a wink and reached out for the hand he was still extending her. “She’ll be all right, right?”

“She’s fine.” Daniel told her. “Any minute she’ll be home.” He let go of her hand and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “We’ll hear her when she comes in.”

Snuggled up warm under the blankets and in each other’s arms, the back door slammed shut just as the eleven o’clock news came on. “She’s right on time. Better?” Daniel asked his wife. Calla didn’t answer him.

A light knock on the door and Cole walked into the bedroom. “I’m home.” She said with a wiggle of her head. “And on time.”

“Did you have fun?” Calla asked and held her arms in the air to get a hug from her daughter.

“Yes, mom. I’m fine. I didn’t drink. I didn’t smoke. I didn’t do drugs and I didn’t have sex. That take care of all your other questions?” Coley puffed and hugged her mother. “Hi, dad.” She said over Calla’s shoulder. “Guess what.”

“Hi.” Daniel said and accepted the kiss his daughter planted on his cheek. “What?”

“Sandy asked me to the prom!” Colleen was beaming, her eyes were alight and there was a rush of color in her cheeks.

“That’s wonderful!” Calla exclaimed. “We’ll get you a formal gown and take you out and have your hair done up.” Nicholas already asked Anna Hooper to the prom so Calla didn’t need to be filled in on the details such as when and where. “He’s going to pick you up here.” She told Coley. “I want to take lots of pictures.”

“Yes, mom, he’ll pick me up here.” Coley thought her mother was a real stick in the mud when it came to such things. Boys had to come not just to the house but also up to the door to pick her up. They had to identify themselves on the phone and she had to be home by ten o’clock on most nights. She was hoping that mom would give a little on prom night. “About prom night mom, the dance isn’t over until mid-night and there’s an After Party and a group of us want to go to breakfast after that….”

Somewhere after the word mid-night, Colleen lost her mother’s attention. It wasn’t that Calla wasn’t listening certainly she heard every single word her daughter said and didn’t say. It as more like she just didn’t want to hear it.

Seeing the look on his wife’s face Daniel picked up the slack. “So what time were you looking for?”

“Six?”

“Six o’clock in the morning!” Calla cried and even Daniel cringed at the pitch in her voice. “You can’t be serious Colleen Marie Jackson.”

Uh-Oh, the use of all three names was never a good sign. “Mom! It’s Prom!”

“We’ll think about it.” Daniel said quickly and gave his a daughter a look as if to say; just back off for now.

“I bet you didn’t give Nicky a hard time about taking that little slut Anna out….”

“Colleen, you’re pushing your luck.” It was a verbal threat that came from Daniel this time rather than just a glance.

“Oh! WHAT-EVER!” The teenage girl tossed her hands in the air and then folded them across her chest.

Calla hated to argue with or in front of her children. Daniel said the two of them would discuss it and that was the way she wanted to leave it for now. Calla decided to change the subject. “Coley, did you see your brother out there anywhere?” Nicholas didn’t really have a set curfew but he was usually home before mid-night anyway and the clock by the bed read 11:15.

Oh, shit.

“Huh? Your precious baby boy is home his car was in the driveway when I got here.”

“Oh, well then, ok” she shot her husband a cold glance, “I guess I didn’t hear him come in.”

“Guess not, he can come and go as he pleases, no questions asked. Night dad.” Coley made her way out of the bedroom with the type of self-righteous saunter that is reserved strictly for teenage girls.

Daniel sat in his bed and waited for his wife to say what was on her mind but she didn’t. Calla resumed her place nuzzled under his arm with her head on his chest. “Aren’t you going to say something?” He asked.

“Yes. Why does she have to be some damn infuriating?” Calla knew Daniel was waiting for her to say something about their son. Nicholas had walked in on them. It was upsetting and it was rather embarrassing but he wasn’t a boy anymore, he was aware of the Facts of Life. His friend Jerry was right; her son did have a new pump every week. Calla couldn’t be sure that he was putting it to all the young ladies in his life but she was positive that he was getting a leg up on most of them. Nicholas should consider himself lucky that his parents were still so much in love. Whatever exchanged took place she was sure Daniel handled it well.

“She’s growing up, isn’t that what you’re always telling me?” He chuckled. “Prom is a big deal…”

“I should let her go traipsing around with Gods knows who until Gods know when?”

“You know who,” he reminded her, “six o’clock is a little extreme.” Daniel finally agreed. “But if the dance doesn’t end until mid-night…”

“I’m being too hard, is that what you’re telling me?” She said in a faded voice and snuggled closer to him. Since she’d become a teenager, sometimes it was difficult for Calla to sort the differences between her and her daughter.

Daniel knew what she was thinking and he needed the Connection to relay it to him it was in her eyes. She’d never told Colleen about The Before Time, Nicholas has his suspicions and his half-truths because of the dreams she still shared with him from time to time. However, Colleen was kept completely in the dark regarding her mother’s past. Not wanting to go down a road any longer tonight Calla did one of the things she did best, changed the subject again. “There’s no school tomorrow and I don’t have class until tomorrow night,” the tip of her tongue flicked out and licked his nipple. “I thought maybe you could go in a little late tomorrow.”

“Why would I do that?” Daniel asked. “I’m always going in late, Kitty, you’re gonna get me in trouble one of these days.” He couldn’t see it but he felt her smile.

“I’m not finished with you. The night is still young and I’m just getting started.”

“Yeah?” He asked with a smile and raise of his eyebrow.

“Yeah.” Calla whispered back.

“Good.” Daniel flicked off the evening news and turned his attention to the woman in his arms. They’d talk about Colleen and the Senior Prom tomorrow.

End of Chapter Three of
Tarnished Heroes
An Adult Stargate FanFiction Novel
By
Moon Mistress
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