Hi, back again

Wow - thanks for the reviews.

Disclaimer - Still don't own Stargate SG1 but it's my b'day soon so maybe, anyone, anyone...

Thanks to CT for your counsel and Beta skills

OK on with the show (but not my show - see above)

Oh, but this is my story - I own that.

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The manger's proficient fingers snapped open the lock before he handed Jonas the key with a smile full of loose teeth. The door breezed open and both Cassie and Jonas stood on the threshold, transfixed by the conflicting patterns that battled for supremacy in the chintz of the room.

I'll go get the other bag, Jonas said, blinking away the tidal wave of bright red and orange roses that swamped his vision.

Cassie just nodded, dazed, and entered the room. She went across to the window, parrying with the ruffled pink net as she released the clasp to let some air in; below her the ''otel' sign winked, all knowing, in green neon.

She walked over to the double bed and sat down on its rich, green, covers thinking how small it looked in the faux garden that shouted from every wall. Maybe it was the copious amounts of cream lace that gathered the bedspread, or maybe it was the fan of the wicker headboard that dominated the wall with its curling, yellow, span, or maybe it was her heart tricking her mind with its fretful beat.

Jonas entered, carrying his holdall, and she quickly snapped her head round to greet him. They both stared at each other, waiting for something to break the difficult silence that was being overwhelmed by the volume of flora. Cassie stood up, picking her bag from the floor and started for the yellow glare of the bathroom. She placed a reassuring hand on Jonas's arm and gave him a quick sweep of a smile before entering and shutting the door.

Jonas dropped his bag and stared at the size of the bed as if it was going to swallow him up and consume him in its enormity. He rubbed the back of his neck and then looked to the bathroom for some sort of perspective as an anxiety pursued his nature. He got up and opened the Formica doors of the 'Regency' wardrobe, just to occupy his hands, dwelling on the number of metal coat hangers that swung like an out of tune wind chime.

The bathroom door opened, with portentous click, and Jonas turned to face Cassie, clutching the spare pillow and blanket, he had located, to his chest like a shield. She padded across to the bed and sat on the corner picking timidly at the hem of her cotton nightshirt. Jonas backed away, slightly, and took up position at the other corner, "I found these," he whispered, indicating to the pillow and blanket, "I could."

No, she said, looking over her shoulder at him and then at her hands, would you, would you stay with me, would you hold me? She replied, her voice wavering in his head.

Jonas released his grip on the bedding and let it tumble to the floor. He reluctantly peeled off his t-shirt, uncomfortable with the light illuminating the many scars that bound his torso with painful memories. Cassie observed his every movement with wide eyes, stretching out a tentative hand to trace the path of one crescent blemish with her fingertip, feeling the deep emotion that the wound had left on his soul.

A ribbon of tears fell from her eyes and Jonas guided her gentle hand, moving it away from his chest so she wouldn't experience the suffering that was composed on his flesh.

She pulled herself closer, bringing her face level with his, answering the unspoken question between them as she brought her lips down onto the creased skin to kiss away the hurt and the anguish. He inhaled at the spark of her touch as it lingered, blending with his flesh, melting the sorrow with a flick of her tongue that flirted wantonly with the desire that was accelerating through his veins.

He stroked the silk of her hair, combing it between his fingers, watching its gold shimmer against the light. Cass, he said in hesitation, as he tenderly drew her to his heart, struggling against the pendulum of passion that was taking a hold of him.

She fought against his embrace, decisively cupping his head in her hands, satiating his face with fervent kisses, opening his lips with hers, savouring the crush of their velvet, wanting to satisfy the hunger that was burning through her being.

He felt it too, the fire that was erupting in them both, with flames fanned by something that was going to consume them and here he was, unable to stop, walking into its very heart, sacrificing himself to burn in her pyre.

He trembled slightly, at her wilful caress, as it shadowed his arm, closing his eyes as she began to pull, playfully, at the leather of the glove covering his hand, removing it finger by finger with her teeth. She let it fall, discarded to the floor and pressed her own palm against the eye imbedded in his, linking with the purity of his soul that was feverish with desire.

He let their finger entwine, locking them together in the infinity they were creating as their bodies exceed the primeval longing in their nature, soaring beyond the physical to dance in the rainbows of their hearts.

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They lay there, coiled together, listening to the mad dash of their blood that signalled their joining to the world.

Jonas's mind stumbled for a moment, words ticking like seconds through his head, he breathed in, then swallowed, Cass, did I, did I h..?

Her lips coupled with his, freezing the rest of the sentence unsaid, her answer smouldering in the delight that danced in her vivid eyes.

She fell back onto his chest, basking in his proximity, his essence, you know, Jonas began, his words singing through her mind, this is one ugly room!

Cassie smiled, it could have been worse, she stated, nuzzling closer, they could of put mirrors up there.

She felt his mind analyse her comment as he looked up at the swirling plaster of the ceiling that was awash with fluorescent stars, nah, at least I can see Kelowna from here, he replied pointing to one of the fake stars, and I think that constellation's Hercules.

She slapped him with a gratifying sting of flesh, geek, she said, letting her gentle laughter trickle from her soul into the rush of cars buzzing along the Interstate.

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Jack looked down at the front row tickets in his hand, stirring his coffee noisily with the other, to vent the annoyance that was simmering inside of him. He sighed for the fourth time and placed them back in his wallet scowling at Teal'c as he did. Daniel came and sat with them taking an enormous bite from the bacon and egg sandwich he was carrying, "you know, Jack, they could just turn up today," he said, gesticulating with the sandwich that was dripping with yoke.

Jack just gave Daniel a sour stare and went back to stirring his coffee. Daniel looked to Teal'c for help, "I find it best not to have a discussion with Colonel O'Neill when he is in the process of dispelling his anger with his coffee spoon, Daniel Jackson. His conversation becomes limited to grunts and glares which I interpret as a wish to be left alone."

Daniel looked back to Jack, "no, guys, really, I'm fine," he said surrendering his palms, "I'm just gonna kick the living crap out of Jonas when we catch up with him."

Daniel thought about a defensive counter but Jack's face made it plain he wasn't interested as Sam hurried to the table, "sir, we've had a hit on Cassandra's credit card. A motel just off of Interstate 25," she puffed.

"Okay Major lead the way," Jack said, with a certain amount of irony.

"Yes sir," she replied noticing Daniel's sandwich, "is that bacon and egg?"

"Yeah, wanna bite?" He said offering it to her.

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