Beside the bed, Daniel turned to Sam, eyes searching hers with bright intensity. The back of his fingers stroked down her cheek, his thumb brushing across her lips. His eyes and the feelings coursing through their connection told her what he wanted to do. Without a word, she gave him permission.
Daniel reached around behind Sam and slowly lowered the zipper of her dress. The emerald green material slipped away to pool as Sam's feet. He filled himself with the sight of her, wanting her to feel his desire. And she did, the feeling washing through her in a heated wave that almost left her breathless. She began releasing the buttons of Daniel's shirt one by one, taking the time to brush her fingers over the skin being exposed to her. She sensed how her touch made him feel, and she knew that he was aware of how touching him like this was affecting her.
Daniel's shirt fell to the floor. The feeling of passion and excitement that was flashing back and forth between them intensified as Sam released Daniel's belt and unfastened his pants. The pants soon joined his shirt. He stepped out of them, bringing their bodies closer together.
With a growing sense of discovery, joy and wonder, Daniel and Sam explored each other's bodies, every caress, each brush of questing fingertips, every emotion shared as if they were no longer two people at all.
Daniel released the catch of Sam's bra, which descended, unnoticed, to the carpet. Her panties soon followed, then his boxers. They looked upon each other's naked forms, desire warring with the sheer pleasure of the sight. There was no thought of embarrassment or shyness, for they had already seen into each other's soul. The revelation of their physical bodies could not compare to that ultimate baring of self.
Gently, Daniel cupped the underside of Sam's breasts, their soft weight warm in his hands. His thumbs circled the areolae, brushing teasingly over the nipples. The feeling of that touch washed through both of them intoxicatingly. Sam's gasp was echoed by Daniel, who was awed by the experience of sharing Sam's pleasure.
But what affected him the most was the love for him that he could feel inside Sam, a love that saw him as someone more beautiful than he could ever hope to be. He wanted to be that person for her and to give her everything that he was.
His heart filled to overflowing, Daniel sank to his knees before Sam and laid his head upon her breast, his arms encircling her. Sam held him to her, her eyes closing with the overwhelming emotions that were suffusing both of them.
After a long moment, Daniel lifted his face to Sam. She smiled down at him and touched his cheek, understanding all that he was feeling, for she felt the same. He stood and drew her to the bed. He sat upon it, lower legs folded underneath him, and pulled her to sit upon his thighs. Their lips met in the first kiss they'd shared since their psychic joining. The sensation was beyond description. They became utterly lost in it, their bond heightening the pleasure a hundredfold.
Slowly, deeply, searchingly, the kiss went on until Daniel's lips left Sam's on a journey down her neck. Her head tilted up, exposing the smooth white column to him. Down Daniel continued to the soft fullness of Sam's breasts. When he took one of the hardened nipples into his mouth, the resulting feeling of ecstasy made them both shudder. Sam let out a gasping cry and held Daniel's head to her breast, head thrown back in abandon as he suckled upon her, drawing her as deeply as possible into the heat of his mouth.
Of their own accord, Sam's hips began rocking against Daniel, causing his desire for her to rise. He pulled her up onto her knees and bathed her stomach and lower belly with his tongue. Daniel felt drunk, intoxicated by their shared feelings. He wanted more, wanted to give more. His fingers sought out the place between her thighs, and the lance of ecstasy speared through both of them. Sam cried out, feeling like she was going to explode from the intensity of what she was experiencing. She reached for him, fingers finding his nipples. Soon, her mouth was there as her hands found his most intimate place, and it was Daniel's turn to cry out. Sam let out a moan at feeling Daniel's pleasure and became bolder in her touch.
With hands and mouths, they took each other on a rapturous journey upward, their link guiding them to each place, every inch of skin and curve of body that brought the most pleasure. Long minutes passed in the joyful exploration, until, at last, Daniel lay Sam down on the bed, settling himself upon her. Their mouths found each other as their hands continued exploring. Flying high on the sensations that were filling every inch of her body, Sam wrapped her legs around Daniel's waist, wanting desperately for him to be inside her in every way.
Sensing her need, Daniel lifted his head and met her gaze. He took hold of her hands and lay them upon the pillow on either side of her head, entwining his finger with hers tightly. Caught captive within the fathomless blue depths of his eyes, Sam felt something, as if he was forging their connection even stronger.
'I love you, Sam,' whispered a voice in her mind. 'I will always love you, for as long as I live.'
With those words, Daniel entered her . . . and reality vanished. They were no longer Daniel and Sam, but a single entity in two bodies, experiencing something beyond the realm of flesh and bone. A soundless cry seized their lungs, the rapture of what was happening flowing through their entire being in an overpowering wave that threatened to capsize them.
Daniel knew what was happening, what this feeling was. It was something that no mortal was ever meant to experience, an ultimate joining that only the Ascended were supposed to be capable of achieving. It was the most glorious thing he'd ever experienced, including being ascended, which he now remembered with complete clarity. He could sense, though, that Sam was being overwhelmed. He mentally took hold of her at the same time as his eyes found hers.
'Sam,' he said in his mind.
'God, Daniel. It's . . . it's. . . .' Sam responded, even her mental voice faltering.
'I know. Hold onto me, Sam. Hold on and don't let go.'
Heeding his silent command, Sam held on, both mentally and physically, as Daniel began moving inside her. The sensation was beyond description, their link so complete that it was almost impossible to tell who was feeling what, their combined ecstasy magnifying exponentially with every advance and withdraw. Emotions merged and became one, the awe and joy so powerful that, soon, they were nearly crying.
The pleasure built inside them like the energy of a Naquadah generator on overload, the sensations each of them were experiencing feeding to the other through the link, then back again with ever-increasing power until, suddenly, it exploded with stunning force. Daniel and Sam cried out as they were hit simultaneously with their climaxes, each of them feeling the other's like it was their own. It overwhelmed them completely, igniting every cell, every nerve ending. They shuddered in its grip, thoughts vanishing, even the ability to breathe temporarily leaving them.
No sooner did the wave start to recede when it hit them again in a second climax as powerful as the first, and then again and again, a gasping breath all that separated each one. It seemed to go on without end, until, finally, their minds succumbed to darkness, and they lost consciousness.
The darkness lifted slowly from Daniel's mind. For a moment, he was confused, then what happened all came flooding back into his memory. His eyes blinked open and he lifted his head to look down at Sam. He was still lying upon her, their bodies remaining physically joined. The psychic link was gone, however . . . or was it? There was something still there, some indefinable feeling that Daniel couldn't quite name.
The archeologist touched his lover's cheek. "Sam?"
At the sound of her name, she arose to consciousness. She met Daniel's eyes, looking a little shell shocked. The archeologist guessed that he looked the same way. He sure felt like it.
"Daniel?" she whispered a bit unsteadily.
"Yeah. I feel the same way, Sam."
"My . . . God." And then she started to cry. Daniel pulled her tightly to him, letting his own tears wet the pillow.
"I know, Sam. I know," he murmured shakily.
"I don't . . . I don't cry after sex. I don't!" Sam said into his neck.
Daniel smiled tremulously and looked at her. "Neither do I, but that was. . . ."
"So much more," Sam finished.
Daniel lifted off Sam and lay on his side, pulling her back into his arms.
"What was that?" she asked. "Orlin did that 'sharing' thing with me, but it wasn't like that. That was . . . was. . . . I can't even describe it."
"'Wow' is the word that comes to my mind."
"Good word. Sure glad that you're a linguist. How long was I out?"
"How long were we out, you mean." Daniel looked at the clock. "I'm not sure. Just a few minutes, I think."
Sam pulled Daniel closer. "It was so amazing."
"Yeah." Daniel gazed into her eyes. "You are so beautiful, Sam. The things I saw in you, felt in you, they left me in awe of you."
"I'm the one who's in awe, Daniel. I wish you could see yourself the way I saw you, the way I see you."
The archeologist dropped his eyes from hers. He didn't think that he could ever be as beautiful as Sam perceived him to be.
"Daniel, this . . . this thing that happened, how was it possible?"
"I don't know. It was a . . . a memory from something I learned when I was ascended. I had never experienced it myself, but I knew how to do it. But it shouldn't have been possible for us, not with corporeal bodies."
"Yeah, well, for a while, I didn't feel all that corporeal."
"I know what you mean. I know that women can have multiple orgasms, but that's generally not something men experience."
"It's never happened to me before, either. I, um . . . felt yours, too."
Daniel nodded. "I know, and I felt yours." He smiled. "I'd be willing to bet that you and I are the first human man and woman who know what sex really feels like to the opposite gender."
"Oh, trust me, Daniel. Sex isn't normally anywhere near that good for a woman."
"I could say the same about men."
There was a short silence.
"Is it always going to be like this?" Sam asked.
"I don't know." Daniel smiled again. "If it is, we'd better get plenty of rest beforehand. Maybe we won't pass out, then."
Sam returned his smile and pulled Daniel into a long, slow kiss. "I love you," she murmured against his lips.
"I love you, too, Sam, more than I can ever say. I wanted you to feel that, to see that." He drew back and looked at her intently. "You did, didn't you? You do know how much I love you, right?"
Tears returned to Sam's eyes at the memory of feeling Daniel's love surround her. "Yes. I felt it, Daniel. I don't think that anyone has ever loved me like that before." She gazed at him intently. "Do you know how much I love you?"
Daniel nodded, a soft smile on his lips. They came together in another kiss.
Pulling the covers of the bed back, they crawled underneath them and snuggled together. Feeling whole, content, and happier than they ever had in their lives, the lovers slipped quietly into sleep.
The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon when Sam awoke. She tilted her head up and looked into Daniel's sleeping face. As she gazed at him, she thought of their lovemaking.
'I am, without a doubt, the luckiest woman in the galaxy,' she said silently. She felt so happy, so . . . complete. She had to wonder if this was the way that all women felt after having made love for the first time with the man they loved. She only knew for sure that it was something she had never experienced before.
Deciding that it was time for Daniel to wake up, Sam started running a fingertip along the edges of his lips, then across his chin, jaw and cheeks. Daniel awoke with a smile, crystalline blue eyes opening to gaze at her.
"Good morning," he said in a low, almost sultry voice. Sam recalled hearing that voice before, when she tried to awaken him for the trip to Taonas. Unlike that time, however, there was no embarrassment.
"Good morning," she greeted with a coquettish smile.
"Soooo . . . how are you feeling this morning?" Daniel asked, the tiny smile on his face and the look in his eyes telling Sam what he was really asking. A thrill of excitement tingled through her deliciously.
"Wonderful," she purred, rubbing herself up against his body in an unmistakable invitation.
Daniel gave a little groan and pulled her tightly into his arms, rubbing his hips against hers. Sam felt the first stirring of his arousal, and it made her excitement go up. She lifted a leg and draped it over his upper thigh, increasing the contact of their nether regions. Daniel let out a little gasp. He cupped her bottom and yanked her hard against him, slipping both of his knees between her legs. He tangled a hand into her hair and captured her mouth in a hot, deep kiss.
Seconds later, the lovers were searching each other's bodies almost frantically. Whereas their lovemaking last night had been an exquisitely long, slow thing, this morning, they were filled with an insatiable hunger for each other. In no time at all, they were fully aroused.
Sam pushed Daniel over onto his back and straddled him. Hands flat on his chest, she lowered herself upon him, taking him in. They both let out a moan at the feeling. Daniel sat up, and, with a quick slide, moved backwards to brace his back against the headboard. He lifted his knees and lay Sam back against them. His eyes grabbed onto hers. In the next instant, they were psychically linked again, souls and bodies merged into one.
Sam grasped Daniel's upper arms and began to move, hips rising and falling in the ages old rhythm of lovemaking. Daniel rocked with her, already feeling the swift rise of their passion. The speed of their movements increased, ecstasy feeding upon ecstasy in a wildly building conflagration until it erupted through them in wave upon wave, twin cries rising out of them. As before, they were hit with multiple climaxes, but, somehow, Daniel managed to stay in control and keep it from overwhelming them. Even so, when it finally ended, they were both shaking from reaction. Sam collapsed against Daniel's chest.
"We'll be lucky if we don't die of heart failure one of these times," she gasped out after a minute or so.
"If we do, I'll make sure we both ascend," Daniel told her, breathing heavily. "Then we won't have to worry about killing each other with mind-blowing sex."
Sam snorted out a giggle.
Daniel scooted down onto his back. Sam remained draped over him, which was a very nice feeling. It had been so long since he made love he had feared that he wouldn't be able to please Sam. Of course, he hadn't known that he was going to be able to tap into yet another ability left over from his time as one of the Ascended.
That thought made him think about what else he'd remembered. It was all there, everything, the entire year he'd spent in that other plane of existence. Some of the memories were good ones. There were so many amazing things that he'd learned and seen. But other memories were not so good. After the incident with Jack, he had become gradually more disillusioned with his ascension, the rules of the Others feeling like a yoke around his neck. He'd tried to accept it, to "go with the flow", but it had been so hard. And then he'd found out that Anubis was going after the Eye of Ra on Abydos. Even then, he'd tried not to break the rules, to just bend them a little, but it just wasn't working, and he'd. . . . Oh, God.
Sam immediately felt it when Daniel stiffened. She lifted her head and looked at him. He was staring up at the ceiling, an expression of grief on his face. Sam slid off him and pulled herself up level with him.
"Daniel, what's wrong?"
"I remember Abydos, Sam," he answered. "I remember everything, that whole year. I did try to stop Anubis. I actually attacked him. But Oma stopped me. She pulled me away. I didn't actually see Abydos destroyed, but I felt it. I felt it when they all died and when Oma ascended them." Daniel met Sam's eyes. "She did it for me. She ascended them for me because she knew that, if they had all really died, it would have killed me inside. And I think that she felt as if she owed them that. They were killed because she stopped me. She didn't want to stop me, but she had no choice. If she hadn't stepped in, the others would have, and, if they'd done it . . . well, I don't think I'd be here right now."
Sam stared at him in horror. "You mean they'd have killed you?"
"No, I don't think so. But, when they wiped my memory, it would have been permanent. I'd never have gotten it back. Teal'c was right. Oma cheated. I should never have remembered who I was. And, though I can't be certain, I have a strong suspicion that she somehow made sure that you guys found me."
Sam nodded. "That's very possible. Jonas' brainstorm about the Lost City came to him pretty suddenly."
"A brainstorm that turned out to be wrong. If he hadn't mistranslated 'lacun', you wouldn't have gone to Vis Uban, not until it finally came up on the schedule years from now."
"And you'd have been there for all those years, not knowing who you were."
Not wanting to dwell on that unpleasant thought, Daniel and Sam put it out of their minds. With a little glint in his eyes, Daniel suggested that a shower would feel pretty good. Sam countered by asking if he thought they could survive it if they showered together.
As it turned out, they did make it out of the shower alive, possibly because they limited themselves to a very thorough examination of each other's bodies. Sam hid a smirk when she thought about the fact that Janet hadn't been kidding when she made the comment about guys who didn't brag. Daniel definitely had a lot to brag about in that department.
Afterwards, they ate breakfast, then decided to go out. They spent a good part of the day enjoying one of Colorado Springs' proudly advertised two hundred fifty plus days of sun. Of course, the advertisements never mentioned that some of those sunny days could be downright freezing. Fortunately, today was not one of those days. It was around forty-five degrees, warm enough with the sunshine that the couple spent a lot of the time outdoors.
It was going on three by the time they got back to Sam's house.
"I need to go over to my place," Daniel said.
Sam hid her disappointment. She'd been hoping that the two of them could spend their entire leave together.
Even though she'd hid it well, Daniel still knew what she was thinking. He smiled and gathered her into his arms. "I need to get enough clothes to last the rest of our leave."
A grin brightened Sam's face. Then she thought of something. "I have a better idea. Why don't I pack a bag, and we can spend the rest of our leave at your place? I think it's about time that we made use of that queen-size bed in the way I know you were thinking about when you bought it."
Daniel had the good grace to blush. "You found me out."
Sam leaned into him and whispered in his ear. "I'll tell you a secret. I thought about that, too, when you bought it."
Daniel grinned broadly. "You naughty girl, you."
"Ooh, you haven't even begun to see how naughty I can be," she purred silkily, which succeeded in making Daniel wonder if his thirty-eight-year-old body would object too much if he stripped Sam naked and took her right there on the living room floor. He decided that his bed would be much better.
Sam packed a bag, and the two of them drove over to Daniel's house in his car, the roses accompanying them since Sam had no intention of leaving them at home. Their plans for the bed, however, got put on hold due to the fact that, while he was in the kitchen making coffee, Sam came up behind him, slipped her hands beneath his shirt, and began running her fingers over his chest.
Daniel managed to last about half a minute before he turned around in her arms and crushed his lips to hers. Around twenty seconds after that, Sam found herself sitting up on the counter, her bra unsnapped, and his hands under her top, doing things to her breasts that made her very grateful for all his experience handling precious artifacts.
Her top and bra were flung to the floor a short while later, and Daniel made use of another skill of his, namely, the talents of a tongue that helped him speak some thirty or so languages. In an obscenely short time, he had Sam writhing in pleasure and nearly ripping his shirt off with the need to get him naked. The rest of their clothes soon followed.
In the same instant that Daniel entered Sam, he established the psychic link between them. It didn't take long before they'd totally lost control and were making love with intense passion. They quickly fell headlong over the edge.
In the aftermath, they clung to each other, Daniel's shaky, rubbery legs threatening to give out on him.
"Wow again," Sam breathed.
"Uh huh," Daniel agreed. Then he smiled, eyes twinkling. "So, are there any other pieces of furniture or flat surfaces that you'd like us to christen down here before we head up to the bedroom?"
"Hmm. I'll think about it," Sam replied, grinning.
For the rest of that day and all of the next, Daniel and Sam didn't set foot outside his house, except to get the mail and newspaper. The new lovers managed to "christen" quite a few pieces of furniture, plus more than one major appliance. It amazed both of them that, considering that they weren't all that far away from forty and, every time they made love, it was intense enough to almost literally blow their minds, they had enough energy to do it so often. Daniel joked about his powers acting as a backup generator, but he had to wonder if there wasn't some truth in the statement. He felt more alive and energized than he ever had in his life, and Sam's eyes and face were fairly glowing with life. He felt like a kid again, and he knew that Sam was feeling the same thing, judging by the way she bounced around the house with a light step . . . well, that is when they weren't in the bed--or someplace else--pleasuring each other almost into insensibility.
By the time Friday morning arrived, the couple was ready to take a break. They went out to breakfast, then shopping to stock up on food for the weekend. That evening, they had their third date, which consisted of dinner and a movie. Daniel suggested with a wicked grin that they sit all the way at the back of the theater so that they could make out like horny teenagers--and that's exactly what they did, although they spent almost as much time giggling as they did kissing.
That night, they made love sweetly and very, very slowly, exploring every part of each other's bodies as their psychic link sang with the love and rapture they were giving each other. They fell asleep with smiles on their faces and their hearts filled with happiness.
