They slept late, then after a quick breakfast they moved next door and spent the rest of the morning decorating Daniel’s place. When they’d finished, Daniel grabbed some extra clothes from his wardrobe. The sight that met his eyes made him pause. He slowly began opening his drawers, studying the contents before moving on to the next one.

Annika heard him rummaging around and curiously watched him from the door. "What’s the matter?"

"Hmmm?" He opened another cupboard. "Oh, nothing. It just occurred to me, most of my gear is at your place."

Annika frowned. "Do you want me to bring more of my stuff over here?" She realized that they spent most of their time at her house. Maybe Daniel was missing the comfort of his own home.

Still half lost in his ‘search’, he answered absently. "No…I mean yes, if you want to…but since I don’t plan on spending another night without you for the rest of my life, it seems a bit superfluous to have two houses."

It was said completely off the cuff, such a natural statement of fact that Annika’s stomach did a flip flop. They had declared their love for each other many times over the last few months, but that casual comment made her love for the man before her jump to a whole new level. "No wonder you have diplomats eating out of your hand."

"Huh?" His blue eyes were startled. "What’d I say?"

She chuckled and hugged him. "Doesn’t matter. So you think we should officially move in together?"

He was still slightly bewildered but he nodded. "Well, it makes sense."

"Okay. Your place, my place or somewhere totally new?"

They started back next door.

"Mine is a little small," he mused, being careful not to skid on the icy ground. "And I heard Siler the other day talking about finding a new place for himself. Apparently the current selections are pretty slim." His long legs stepped easily over the picket fence.

"Since I’ve finished with my cake decorating business, I don’t really need an office anymore. We could convert that into a study for you." Annika accepted his helping hand and she hopped over to join him on the other side. "And we can always redecorate to suit our mix of furniture."

"Not to mention that there’s a convenient spare room that would be perfect as a nursery when we decide the time is right." Daniel was deliberately offhand, throwing the comment over his shoulder as he kept walking. He didn’t plan on Annika’s reaction.

She stopped short her mouth dropping open in surprise, her grip tightening on his hand. His brain wasn’t quick enough to tell his feet to stop moving forward. With his arm anchored by the woman he loved he was jerked back, his shoes slipping on a patch of ice. In a flurry the bundle of clothes went flying through the air and he found himself flat on his back in the snow. Annika who’d tried to stop his fall ended up buried in a drift beside him. He managed to draw in a sharp breath only to have the wind knocked out of him again when she scrambled to her knees and straddled his waist. "Are you okay? Did you say nursery?"

"Yes and yes," he chuckled as he saw a war between concern and ecstatic joy on her face.

She threw her arms around him with an excited squeal. "You’ve never mentioned children before."

"Haven’t I?" he asked innocently. "I was sure that I had."

"Nope. I would have remembered." She adjusted his glasses that had gone skew-whiff on his nose.

"I’m guessing the idea appeals to you?" he teased.

"Being the mother of your child is very appealing." She began showering him with kisses.

Despite the wonderful flood of heat that ignited through the top of his body, his underside was feeling the total opposite. "Ah…prefer (kiss) natural (kiss) conception (kiss) not frozen (kiss) kids…

(kiss) "Huh?" (kiss)

"…Snow (kiss) freezing (kiss) my (kiss) assets…"

Annika broke off with a laugh. "That’s what you get for shocking the pants off me."

He blithely tugged at her jeans. "Still on."

"Just what I need, a linguist who doesn’t recognize a figure of speech."

"You are so going to pay for that," Daniel grinned wickedly. Too late she realized that both of his hands were no longer hugging her. One had scooped up a ball of snow, while the other had worked its way up to her collar. Quick as a flash he yanked her top forward and dropped the frozen water down her front. "Merry Christmas!"

With a yelp she jumped to her feet, trying to rid herself of the icy ‘gift’, then bent to gather a snowball of her own.

Daniel rolled away already molding his next piece of ammunition.

Frolicsome laughter echoed around the street as they pelted each other with snowballs, having more fun with the child’s game than either had had growing up. Eventually when they were both shivering and wet from their cold assault they trekked inside, heading straight for the shower to warm up.

They were ‘helpfully’ drying each other off after taking a wonderfully steamy shower, (the water was hot too,) when the sound of the doorbell drew them apart.

Daniel grimaced. "I bet that’s Jack. He has a built in radar for picking the worst moments to drop by." His mouth brushed hers, reaching for his jeans and glasses. "I’ll get it."

He bounded down the stairs, doing up his zip at the same time. Throwing open the door he quipped, "Perfect timing as…" he broke off. "You’re not Jack."

A little old lady, bundled tightly in a winter coat with a walking stick stood on the threshold. She was just as startled to be greeted by a half naked man. "You’re not Annika."

Daniel recovered quickly and flashed her a bright grin. "We’re quite observant, aren’t we?"

"Who are you?" she demanded crustily, though her lips twitched.

"Who are you?" he countered, blocking the entrance when she attempted to barge her way in.

The woman’s eyes narrowed for a moment, studying his protective stance, then moved up and behind him.

Daniel saw the warmth shimmer across her face a second before it was replaced with a devilish gleam. He guessed that Annika had appeared at the top of the stairs. There was a moment of surprise through their bond, which quickly turned to delight. Clearly both women had a deep affection for each other…

"Margie, you old crone, stop trying to intimidate. It won’t work."

"Deary, you look bloody awful."

"You need a couple of years of beauty sleep yourself."

Daniel was confused. Though their words were antagonistic, there was a glow of happiness pulsing from Annika. Uncertainly he stepped back, letting the bizarre scene unfold.

"Still decorating with trashy decorations."

"Still wearing the same tacky coat."

"I see you’re living in sin," the woman grouched.

"What can I say? Must be your demonic influence that rubbed off." Annika was making her way downstairs. "Get the card and truffles I sent?"

So far that was the first thing that Daniel truly understood the meaning of.

"I certainly did. Don’t know why you bothered. You can’t cook worth a damn."

"The card was for you. The truffles were for Buster."

"Just as well, the mutt scoffed them all in one sitting." Margie began unbuttoning her coat. "Well, are you going to offer me some of that God awful sludge you insist on calling coffee?"

"Still take cream? You’ve gotta watch those ballooning hips of yours."

Daniel watched amazed as the two women continued to sling barbs at each other. He instinctively wanted to defend Annika as this woman insulted everything from her cooking skills to her taste in decorating. The only thing that stopped him was the sheer pleasure Annika was having with the verbal duel. It was then he realized that they were playing a game of opposites that was obviously familiar to both of them.

"Are you ever going to introduce me to this truly ugly specimen of a male that you somehow managed to trap?"

Annika reached for him, lovingly encircling an arm around his waist. "Oh him?" Her eyes sparkled. "He’s just a nobody…"

Daniel grinned as he translated her words in his head. He’s everything.

"…He hates me and I return the favor…" We love each other.

"…I was about to kick him out the door." I’m never giving him up.

Margie’s eyes widened a little at the declaration and the two friends finally embraced in a warm hug.

"Daniel, I’d like you to meet Margie. My dad and her husband were best friends. We were neighbors for most of my childhood."

"Pleased to meet you." Daniel held out his hand, but found himself yanked into a tight hug by the little woman.

"Glad Annika’s met someone who makes her happy," was her gruff response. She hadn’t missed the fire blazing behind his glasses when she’d started ‘insulting’ Annika. Nor could she ignore the love radiating between the two of them. She may be old but there was nothing wrong with her eyesight.

"I’ll just duck up and finish dressing."

Margie saw how he tenderly lifted Annika’s hand to his lips before leaving the room.

"Don’t do it on my account," the older woman called after him. "I like eye candy."

They heard his chuckle as he climbed the stairs.

"You’re looking good, Margie." Annika poured a cup of coffee for the woman who was more family than friend.

"You too." She took an appreciative sniff of the dark brew before taking a sip. "I’ve never seen that glow lighting your face before."

The redhead glanced up to where she knew Daniel was in their room. "You can blame Daniel for that."

"After everything that’s happened, it’s wonderful to find you smiling."

Annika’s face clouded over. "I’m sorry I didn’t go to the funeral. Morris was as much a father to me as Dad was. I just…didn’t want to cause a scene…"

The older lady patted her hand. "I know that, deary. And knowing your mother she would have been the one making the raucous."

Annika hesitated. "How is she?"

"Same old bitter twisted woman she was when you left. But I didn’t come all this way to talk about your mother." She started rummaging through her handbag. "I was going through Morris’s library and found this in one of the books…" Margie pulled out an envelope with Annika’s name on it. "The old coot never did keep important papers where they should be." She placed it on the table rather than handing it directly to the psychic.

Annika recognized the handwriting immediately and her breath caught.

"I…er…opened it to see if it needed passing on and realized it should have been given to you years ago. It might have helped you some."

"Thanks, Margie."

Daniel returned but hovered in the doorway, sensing the emotion from both women. "Should I leave you to…uh…catch up?"

Annika shook her head with a smile. "No." She beckoned him in and he sat down. She scooted her chair over so she could lean into his automatic embrace.

"Okay, now that my business is out of the way, let’s get to the interesting stuff." Margie relaxed into her seat. "How did you love birds meet?"

The next hour or so was a major updating event for the women, each informing the other about their lives from when they last saw each other and reminiscing about the fun times their families had together. While Daniel answered whatever questions Margie asked of him, he was more interested in what the elderly lady had to say. It gave a few insights into Annika’s life before they met. He caught the occasional sideways glance from Annika as the snippets of her life were revealed to him and he gently squeezed her hand. He knew the reason she brought up certain events was due to their conversation from the night before. She was letting him in and it made his heart soar.

When Annika excused herself to go to the bathroom, Margie studied Daniel for a few moments before asking, "Annika doesn’t talk much about her past, does she?"

He shook his head. "No. I know she had a happy childhood, but there were a few…bumps…when her gift emerged. She hardly talks about her family. Until yesterday, I didn’t even know that she has a sister, or that both her mother and sister were still alive. I assumed that they were dead."

"From the way they’ve treated her they may as well be." Anger lined her weathered face. "There was a fight after her dad died. Annika was hurt very badly." Margie seemed unsure of whether to continue.

"Margie, please stop." Daniel’s voice was soft, but firm. "When Annika’s ready to tell me she will. As much as I want to know, I’d prefer to wait until then."

Margie’s respect for the archaeologist stepped up a notch. "You love her very much, don’t you?"

He nodded. "More than I can express in words."

"You noticed the letter on the table?"

Daniel frowned at the sudden turn of conversation.

"You might want to stick close to Annika when she reads it. She may need you."

Before she could elaborate, Annika returned. "You wouldn’t be meddling would you, you old battleaxe?"

"Pffh, I’ve got better things to do with my time."

A little while later, Margie left and immediately Annika became a bundle of nervous energy. She started zipping around the house, avoiding the kitchen, though every so often she would glance at the letter sitting on the table.

Daniel planted himself on the couch, pretending to work on a translation. He watched her flitter from one corner of the lounge to the other, adjusting a decoration on the tree, straightening a ribbon on the banister, flick an imaginary speck of dust from the throw rug. He kept quiet, waiting patiently for her to decide it was time to acknowledge the elephant sitting in the kitchen.

Eventually she ran out of steam and stopped in the doorway, simply staring at the table. "Uh…Daniel?"

"Hmmm?" He peered at her over his glasses.

"Could…uh…you read the…er…letter?"

He rose from the couch and moved to stand behind her. "Don’t you want to read it by yourself?"

"No." She gave a jerky shake of her head.

"Okay." Daniel placed a gentle kiss to the nape of her neck, making her jump. He started into the kitchen and she backed into the lounge. When her knees hit the couch she rigidly sat down in the corner. Picking up the envelope he returned and sat at the other end of the sofa. He hesitated before slipping out the white parchment. "You’re sure?"

Annika entwined her fingers together, but he saw the slight tremble to her hands. "Sure."

He adjusted his glasses and began reading…

Daniel felt the sofa cushion dip beside him as Annika slowly shifted closer, but he continued reading without pause.

Annika hesitantly leant against his side and Daniel shifted his arm behind her encasing her in his embrace, making them both more comfortable. She rested her head on his shoulder, following the flowing script with her eyes as he kept reading out loud.

Daniel sensed Annika’s smile, even as he felt a tear dampen his shirt.

Annika’s hand ever so slowly lifted to hold the other side of the letter. Not to take it away to stop him from reading, but simply to touch it. A shaky sigh blew from her lips and Daniel knew she’d ‘seen’ her dad as he was writing it.

For a few minutes they sat in silence. Daniel released his hold on the paper and still clutching it Annika’s hand dropped to her lap.

Well, that pretty much explains the family rift, Daniel thought. He had to fight down the surge of anger at the woman he’d never met who had caused Annika such pain… unwarranted pain on top of the grief over losing her dad. He’d worked out all by himself in a just few days that Annika had no control of her visions. Annika’s mother had had years to determine that.

Annika gently cupped his face. "Let it go. The fight with my mother was probably the most painful thing I’ve gone through excluding my dad dying. Yes, I’m still angry about it…livid actually, but if she can’t accept my gift, both its benefits and limitations than I don’t want her in my life. She has no place in it." She gestured to the letter. "This helps though."

"Why’d it take so long for Margie to give it to you?" Daniel asked softly, trying to follow her request to rid himself of the anger.

"About a month after Dad died, Morris had a severe stroke. He wasn’t able to communicate except on the most basic level. He never left the hospital, then he died last year. The…show down…happened a few weeks after the stroke. He never knew how bad it got and clearly Margie didn’t know about the letter."

"Your dad sounds like a great guy."

"He was. I was always a Daddy’s Girl."

"I can see where you get your sense of humor."

She grinned. "Yep, I was always more like Dad than Mom. Lana’s like Mom."

And that explained why her sister sided with her mom. Daniel reread the postscript. "What’s the Christmas Eve Howdy-do?"

"It’s something we started after my uncle died. With the way Christmas was for us, Dad didn’t want his brother’s death to affect the joy of Christmas Day. So he dedicated Christmas Eve to Uncle Jed. We’d do things that reminded us of him, smoke a cigar in front of the fire, watch ‘White Christmas’, things like that. We’d tell his spirit what we’ve been up to during the year. It was a way to let his soul know that we hadn’t forgotten him and helped us keep Christmas Day for the living. I’ve kept it up since Dad died."

Annika ran a finger tenderly over the parchment. "After reading this, I think he was paving the way for me for when he died. Mom and Lana didn’t embrace it like Dad and I." She sighed, but there was no grief in the sound. "It also explains a few things. Strange things that he said and did."

"Oh?"

"I’d moved out a few months before and he turned up with half a dozen boxes of our family’s Christmas decorations. He said he didn’t want me wasting my money on new ones."

"Are you going to do the Howdy-do this year?"

She nodded. "I’ve got a lot to tell them." A smile toyed on her lips. "And all of it good."

"Would you mind if I tagged along?" Daniel asked hesitantly.

"You don’t think it’s silly?"

"No. It sounds like a wonderful tradition." She could hear the sincerity in his voice. "I have a few things I’d like to tell my parents."

"Anything in particular?"

"Oh, just small things like how my neighbor has burrowed her way into my heart." His blue eyes twinkled.

They were quiet for a few moments, each lost in their own thoughts, then at the same time they spoke.

"Do you think we should ask Jack to come?"

"It might help Jack to come along."

They both laughed.

"Great minds," Daniel grinned. "Maybe we should ask Sam and Teal’c too. Jack isn’t…er…"

"Emotionally talkative?" Annika suggested.

"Right."

"We can ask them tomorrow." She rolled her head back, easing the tension that had gripped her since Margie presented the letter. "The last two days have been such an emotional combo."

"Are you doing okay?" He was instantly concerned.

She nodded with a mischievous grin. "Yep, but it sure does give a girl an appetite." On cue her stomach growled.

In sympathy Daniel’s followed suit. With a chortle he pulled her to her feet and they wandered into the kitchen to prepare dinner. As Annika peeled some potatoes and set them to boil, Daniel chopped a mix of vegetables for steaming. Then as the chicken fillets were sizzling on the hotplate, she made up a quick sauce to top it off.

Daniel was amazed at Annika’s ability to bounce back. It was something that had fascinated him since the moment they met. Take the last forty-eight hours. For her it had been a rollercoaster from one extreme to the other, and yet here she was cooking dinner like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. A smile touched his lips when he realized that he had just described every member of SG-1. They all had the uncanny knack to take everything in their stride and not only get on with living, but ask what’s next?

Sitting down to eat Annika casually asked, "Do you have anything planned for tonight?"

He was surprised by the question. "No."

"Oh, good."

He waited for her to continue. When she kept her eyes averted and just continued to eat, his battle to keep his inquisitiveness at bay lasted all of ten seconds. "Got something in mind?"

"Yep."

"Going to tell me what it is?"

"Not yet."

He studied her innocent stance, caught a slight blush warm her cheeks. So it was something sexual. Very carefully he probed their bond.

"Hey, that’s cheating!"

Daniel felt her amusement flood through to him, but not before he first sensed the surge of hunger that had nothing to do with food. Yep, tonight was going to be a fun night in bed. Not that every night with Annika wasn’t fantastic, it was, but when she became flippantly cryptic it was a sure sign that she had something up her sleeve that would send him totally out of his mind. He tried to pry some details from her, however she remained tight lipped, only giving him a teasing little smile that wreaked havoc with his libido. Just when he thought he was going to burst from not knowing, she pushed her chair back and coyly entwined her fingers with his.

"I’ve got an early Christmas present for you," Annika murmured, leading him in the direction of the bedroom.

"Really?" Daniel could feel a mix of emotions beneath his heart. Passion was steadily growing, but swirling around with it was excitement and strangely, nervousness.

She nodded. "Uh…lie down." She gave him a lingering kiss that made his toes curl. "I’ll be back in a minute." On the way to the en-suite she drew the curtains and dimmed the lights so only a soft glow lit the room.

"Okay." He kicked off his shoes and yanked off his socks. Considered stripping the rest of his clothes then decided against it. If Annika had wanted him naked from the start she would have had no qualms about saying so. He stretched out on the bed, tucking his arms beneath his head and waited with growing curiosity and ardor, wondering what she had planned. He gently caressed their bond and found that while her desire was increasing, so was her level of nerves.

When the bathroom door opened, Daniel’s breath stuck in his throat. "Gods in the heavens."

Annika was dressed in a flimsy little negligee that barely covered her body. The light from the bathroom shone behind her and he could see the shadow of her voluptuous body through the transparent material. She flicked off the light and slowly walked towards him. Daniel reveled in the sight of her gently swaying hips as she approached.

She stopped at the side of the bed. "Okay, now close your eyes."

"Hey, no fair," he objected. "If this is my present I want to look."

"This is just the wrapping," Annika gave a low chuckle. Her husky tone sent a ripple of pure lust from his toes to the tip of his nose.

He grinned wickedly, "So let me unwrap it already." He reached out for her but she playfully stepped out of range.

"Not yet." She took his hand, pressed a soft kiss to his palm, then placed it back behind his head. "Eyes closed."

Daniel took one last look at the beautiful sight before him and shut his eyes. He could hear her move across the room and turn on the CD player. The faint sound of instrumental jazz echoed around the room. Then Annika was once again by his side. There was a moment’s pause and he sensed her bending towards him, felt her fingers gently stroke his cheek. His glasses were plucked away and her lips lightly kissed his still closed lids, moved down to taste his eagerly waiting lips. Her tongue nudged its way into his mouth, exploring the warm depths. One hand cupped his jaw, while the other traveled over his chest, teasing him through the soft cotton of his shirt. A hand snaked its way beneath the fabric, running a feather light trail across his abdomen. His muscles twitched at the touch and a low moan rumbled from deep within his throat when he felt seeking fingers slip beneath the waistband of his pants.

A little voice skirted the back of his hazy, aroused mind. Too many hands. Daniel’s eyes snapped open and he bolted up into a sitting position. "What the…?"

All four hands instantly stilled and he found himself looking into two sets of violet eyes. Daniel blinked in shock and for a few moments could only stare at the double sight of Annika standing next to her astral self sitting on the bed. She felt his surprise, then as realization hit of exactly what his Christmas present was, the heat coursing through their bond intensified.

"Santa heard that this was one of your fantasies," Annika said softly.

"You overheard Jack and I talking." A flush stained his cheeks.

"Bit hard not to seeing as I was only two feet away."

"I would never have asked you to do this."

"I know." A transparent hand brushed his cheek. "But I want to do this for you."

"But…"

"If you’re worried about my…concentration…don’t be. It’s getting easier for me to ‘split’ the more I do it." Though she could see the immediate fire in his eyes there was still a trace of hesitation. She hurried on, "Actually it’s for me as well." Annika blushed and her astral self also colored. "I admit that the idea hadn’t occurred to me until that night. But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to try it out." Her voice became huskier. "Do you know how much of a turn on it is to think of me kissing you while at the same time having my mouth wrapped around you? Or to have you inside of me and have your tongue bring me to orgasm?"

Daniel felt himself harden as those mental images flashed through his brain. He drew in a haggard breath and tentatively traced the back of his hand down the side of astral Annika’s neck, kept going to the valley of her breasts. Both Annikas gasped when his nail grazed over her nipple. A wide grin spread across his face. "I guess all I can say, is Merry Christmas to me."

Two identical faces grinned back and her nervousness melted away to be replaced with much more pleasant sensations.

He let himself be pushed back down on the bed and surrendered to the dual ministrations of His Angels. His shirt was wiggled off and then Annika kissed him, continuing her earlier exploration of his mouth, while the other nibbled her way across his stomach. Her tongue playfully dipped into his bellybutton before moving up to dance around his nipple.

A hiss of disappointment blew from Daniel’s lips when Annika broke off their kiss, only to change into a crow of delight as she gently nipped at his other nipple, joining her counterpart in teasing them into tight peaks. Through hooded lids, Daniel watched the totally surreal image before him, of Annika and Annika each swirl a tongue over his chest, felt the wonderfully familiar tingly heat erupt through his skin from both women. He gave up trying to tell the difference between the two, it didn’t matter…What mattered was that Annika was making his fantasy into a reality. A fantasy that with his ever present sense of morality he thought would never have a chance of being realized. He was strictly a one woman man, and having sex with two women, no matter if it was consensual by all three parties, was being unfaithful to the one he loved. It was an impossible fantasy and yet the impossible was now possible, at least for one Doctor Daniel Jackson. He caressed their backs, ran his fingers through the silky tresses of their hair. Inched a thin strap off one shoulder, and she shrugged out of the rest, letting the negligee fall to her feet. His right hand traced the smoothness of her bare skin, while the left enjoyed the contrast of the material on the other Annika, a sensual barrier between them. Life didn’t get any better…

…Sweet Gods in the heavens, I was wrong, he mentally corrected as one set of lips moved lower and gentle hands started working his zip. He lifted his hips and warm fingers tugged the pants and his boxers down. Those hands traveled over his calves, massaging his muscles. Her soft breath tickled, driving him to distraction as she crept higher.

Meanwhile the beauty that was still paying homage to his chest, spread one leg over him, straddling his stomach keeping her weight on her knees, shimmied lower until the tip of his happily growing shaft rested against her. She teasingly swiveled her hips and his manhood jumped in response.

Daniel ran his hands up her soft thighs and moved beneath the delicate negligee. He felt a small tremble shake her body as he cupped her breasts. From his position he couldn’t reach up to taste what his mouth craved, so one hand moved to the small of her back applying a slight pressure to indicate what he wanted. She leant forward and he lifted the flimsy material, drawing it over her head before eagerly suckling a supple nipple, felt it pucker beneath his lips, heard her gasp at his touch.

A groan of his own escaped as a playful tongue zigzagged up from the base of his arousal, circled the tip and then moved back down. Fingers splayed through the curly nest of hair, caressing him until he ached with need. She once more repeated the erotic procedure then with a happy sigh took him fully into her mouth. Long steady sucks and a taunting tongue had him hardening even more.

Annika tilted his chin upwards and her mouth dropped to his, fulfilling her request in this fantasy game.

"Oh, man," she grinned in between kisses. "This is better than I imagined."

"Hmmm," he agreed, capturing her lips once more. "You can say that again."

From below his waist, Annika’s voice echoed up. "This is better than I imagined."

"Smartass." A deep chuckle erupted from deep within his throat. "Both of you."

She giggled from below. "But you love us anyway."

"That I most certainly do." His fingers dipped between her moist folds and both Annikas had to draw in a quick breath. She was slick with mounting passion and any doubts Daniel had regarding Annika’s enjoyment in this sexual romp evaporated. His thumb whispered against her little nub of pleasure and the woman on top of him jerked in response. His long fingers sought the depths of her hot well and her muscles clenched around him as he slid into her, coaxing her to orgasm. Her thighs quivered against him and he increased his pace. Violet eyes gazed languidly down at him, deepening to purple when her body shook with the molten shot of rapture that engulfed her.

All the while the other Annika kept up her wonderful torment. Bringing him to the point of climax only to ease up, nuzzling the wiry hair and burning skin around his thighs, then greedily taking him once again deep into her mouth. Daniel writhed beneath her, he was so hard he was almost bursting with desire.

"I need you My Angel…Angels." His voice was hoarse, as he struggled to delay his release. He really wanted to be surrounded by her sweet tightness when he did that.

With a final suck, Annika raised her head and sat up. She shuffled forward and hovered over his hips. The woman spread over his stomach began slide off him to make room but Daniel’s hand on her waist stopped her.

"Where do you think you’re going?" he demanded, a small smile playing on his lips.

"We’ll squish you if both of us sit on top of you."

"No you won’t," Daniel promised, cupping her butt with both hands and pulling her forward so she was high on his chest. "And this way I get to have my cake and eat it too." His tongue darted out and flicked through the curls now conveniently within his reach.

"Oh Gods!"

Daniel wasn’t sure which of the three of them uttered the cry for at the same time Annika plunged down onto his throbbing shaft. For a moment the three steamy bodies froze, wanting to savor the exquisite sensation of their joining. Then Daniel resumed one of his favorite indulgences of teasing Annika over the edge.

Annika ever so slowly rotated her hips and braced herself against her double. At the sight of Annika touching the embodiment of herself, (or was it the other way around?…in the dimly lit room, he couldn’t tell,) he swelled even more within her.

Two sets of violet eyes widened when they realized the reason for the extra flood of raw heat. Hesitantly but without breaking the rhythm of riding him, her hand encased the breast of the woman in front of her, tracing the areola with her nail.

Daniel’s breath hitched in his throat. He didn’t think he’d ever experienced a more erotic, mind-blowing moment in his entire life. On his chest, Annika squirmed against his lips, her back arched leaning into the body behind her. Her head tilted back and Annika shifted forward slightly, bringing her face slowly closer to her counterpart. Then their lips met…and Daniel nearly bucked them all off the bed as his hips surged up in response. Oh, holy mother of God! He had died and gone to heaven, he was sure of it. This just didn’t happen in real life. His hand snaked out to the woman moving up and down on his rod and slipped it between the two feminine bodies, searching for the twin of the little nub he was still pleasuring with his mouth. Two guttural cries reverberated in his ears and he quickened the speed of both finger and tongue.

Annika trembled on top of him. He felt her legs tense around him and she threw back her head, screaming out his name as she surrendered to the triple climax bombarding her.

Watching her, feeling both of them convulse in mind shattering ecstasy didn’t just push Daniel over the precipice, it threw him clear across the galaxy. With a roar of his own, stars burst across his vision and he exploded within her, harder and longer than he ever had before.

Breathing heavily he tucked one arm around His Angel who had shakily crawled off his hips to lie beside him and wrapped the other around His Angel who’d barely managed to wiggle down his torso before collapsing on top of him, her head resting on his shoulder. For the first time in his life, Doctor Daniel Jackson, linguist, master of twenty-three languages was completely and utterly speechless. No way in hell words could express what he was feeling at this very moment, but he did try.

"That was…Wow…"

"Uh huh," she panted.

The woman beside him vanished and Daniel fully embraced the ‘real’ Annika. "Never in all my wildest dreams…"

"Me either."

"You certainly looked like you were enjoying yourself," he chuckled.

"Oh, very bad pun, Doctor Jackson." Her cheeks turned pink.

"You screamed." Daniel sounded smug.

Pink cheeks became red and she buried her face into his still heaving chest. "I scream all the time."

"I beg to differ," he teased. "You have a cute little whimper and a seriously loud sexy moan but you’ve never screamed before."

"I…uh…didn’t expect it to be so intense," she admitted. "Oooh, that is such an understatement."

"Remind me to send Santa a thank you note."

"Dammit." There was a touch of self-recrimination in her tone. "This was supposed to be your fantasy and I was the one who lost control."

"Do you hear me complaining?" Daniel tilted her chin up, making sure her violet eyes locked with his. "My control disintegrated from the moment you stepped from the bathroom. I was in heaven from the beginning, I’m still there. And just so you know, the key element for that was because it was two of you, not two women."

"Well, good." She playfully poked him. "Because if you think I’m sharing you with any other woman except myself, you’re crazy."

They stared at each other for a moment and then burst into laughter as they realized how ludicrous their statements sounded.

"Only we could have this conversation," Daniel sighed blissfully, tightening his hold around her. He brushed a lock of hair away from her face. "Thank you for that amazing experience."

"Anytime," she grinned. "That’s one fantasy I wouldn’t mind repeating."

"Have you got any fantasies you’d like played out?" he asked curiously.

"I’ll have to get back to you." She snuggled into him. "Right now I’m having trouble with any seriously coherent thoughts."

Daniel pulled the blankets over them and another enraptured sigh escaped. "I know what you mean."

A final kiss and the two lovers slept, their dreams replaying the wondrous time of their union, their lips tilted up in euphoric smiles.

Those dazed expressions were still firmly in place when they reported in at the SGC the next morning. They moved by rote through the checkpoints, barely paying attention to where they were going. For a change they were the first to arrive in the briefing room, (not that they noticed that Kodak moment). Annika absently poured them cups of coffee and they sat next to each other holding hands, sharing almost shy smiles. Neither really saw Jack saunter into the room.

"Good morning, campers." The colonel fetched his own coffee then frowned when there was no returned salutation from the couple. He slid into the chair opposite them. "Hey!" He waved a hand in front of Annika’s face. "Rise and shine."

The waving fingers brought the psychic back to reality. "Oh, hi, Jack."

"Late night?" the colonel smirked.

Annika tried not to blush. "Well, you know us, we’re a couple of insomniacs."

"Insomnia, yeah right. I’m sure that’s the only source for your lack of sleep." He glanced at Daniel who was still dreamily looking through him. "Hey, Space Monkey! Wake up!" He snapped his fingers at the archaeologist.

Startled blue eyes blinked and he blurted out, "Huh? What? Twins…what?"

"What?" Jack grinned as his friend joined the world of the conscious.

"What?" Befuddled, Daniel gazed around the room, seeing it for the first time since entering. When his sight fell on Annika that dreamy look threatened to take over again.

Jack studied the pair. They were acting more besotted than usual. He sipped his liquid caffeine thoughtfully. Daniel’s opening remark echoed in his head. He truly regretted taking that sip when he realized exactly what his best friend had let slip. Twins! The coffee came snorting out of his nose and he began choking. "Holy crap!"

Teal’c entered, took one look at the spluttering colonel and thumped him unceremoniously on the back, pitching him forward in his chair to smack into the table. "Have you recovered now, O’Neill?"

"Ah…yeah," Jack coughed. "Thanks, T." His wide eyes never left the now fiercely blushing couple.

The Jaffa saw their red faces. "Daniel Jackson and Annika Murdoch are you suffering from some sort of fever?"

The two lovers turned redder and squirmed in their seats.

"No, we’re fine, Teal’c," Daniel sounded strangled. "It’s just a bit warm in here."

"Yep," Annika fanned her cheeks trying to cool her heated face. "Definitely a bit warm."

Sam entered with the general close behind. "Everything okay?"

"Just fine," Daniel swallowed. "We’re just fine."

Hammond eyed the colonel who looked like he’d been sucker punched, then the embarrassed faces of Doctor Jackson and Annika and decided he didn’t want to know. "Alright people, we have a full line up of meetings scheduled, so I suggest we get started."