Fic, Waking Up Together, 2/2

[hathor_girl]

I go to the small bathroom and take a long, hot bath before ​I dry off and get ready to go in there again. I need to clear my head. I also notice I am wearing a necklace, which I don't remember seeing before. There is no clear way to open it, and it is too short to pull over the head. It is quite beautiful. I wonder briefly where I have gotten it, but shrug and decide it is a matter for later. I have more important things to be concerned about just now. 

"Lantash...Martouf...." I asked, nervous, when I come out.

They just brush past me and go into the bathroom as well, ​clearly not wanting to talk to me. I can almost feel their anger. I know what I said is worse because they are Tok'ra. To even hint a Tok'ra symbiote would have betrayed the trust of his host is...probably one of the worst things I could have said. Why did I say it? I didn't mean it.

I go back to the bed and sit down. A large moon is up outside now​, so there is some light in here. I wonder how long it is to morning. How did we end in here? It is quiet outside. I tried taking a peek outside, but there is locked and I could not open the door.

I also cannot find my clothing - or Martouf's. It would sort of seem to hint someone else put us in here and that neither of​ us is to blame. I now wonder if the locals here drugged us with something. Why would they? From what I can remember - my mind is clearing - they seemed very friendly when we arrived yesterday.

We arrived early afternoon. ​SG-1 and Martouf. He was with us as part of an exchange program to hopefully help us get along better with the natives on many planets, and not be captured as often, since the Tok'ra knew much more about the Galaxy than us, and could warn us before we did, touched, or took something we were not allowed to. Help keep us away from the forbidden fruit, so speak - which is good, since we have Daniel on our team. 

All had gone well for several months. The missions had generally gone better, with Martouf helping us several times. Of course, we did not always heed his warnings - Lantash got several good opportunities to tell us what fools we were - but in general we did.

It was - interesting - to work so closely with Martouf and Lantash. I have spent more time with him now, and I must admit we have begun to become very good friends.

I also admit that my feelings for him are growing stronger - there have been several times when I have felt like kissing him. And I think he is feeling the same.

Then we arrived on this planet. The locals said we would not be allowed to leave for several days because of their yearly 'celebration of life'.

However, we were very welcome to participate. ​Daniel was totally fired up and convinced the Colonel we should absolutely participate. Eventually O'Neill caved and we said yes.

The party started early evening. There were lots of delicious food and drink - we were all told to bathe and dress in local clothing they brought us. Then​ we were taken to our seats, and the celebration began.

The villagers were happy to have guests, saying it was good luck and that it was decades since it last happened.

There were several cycles to the celebration.

First a light lunch with a sparkling drink. Then followed some kind of ceremonial blessing where the local priests walked from person to person, studying them and then saying something incomprehensible before giving us each a small drink from a large cup. ​Then more looking at us and nodding. Frankly, it was both annoying and creepy.

After that followed more food, and other drinks. Then some dancing and more drinks, Ik.

Gods, my memory is really cloudy about​ this part! Why did I drink so much? We all did, I think, it did not even ​seem strong at first. I have a vague feeling that the drink was not just alcoholic, but some kind of aphrodisiac as well. Damn, that probably​ explained why Martouf and I ended up in bed together. My self control when it comes to him had become tenious at best​. Alcohol​ and/or some kind of alien love potion would probably have been more than enough to throw me into his arms.

He hadn't exactly fought me, apparently.

I sigh, then look up as Martouf exits the bathroom. I pull the blanket around me, lacking any clothing. He is naked, and I admit to looking. He is gorgeous! The moonlight casts a silvery sheen over his body, making him even more attractive. I feel a stab of lust - followed by pain, as I worry he is still angry at me. I notice he is wearing an identical necklace to the one I am wearing. 

"Martouf - Lantash...please talk to me! We need to figure out how we ended up in here. I said somethings I shouldn't, but it was because I was still groggy and didn't understand what had happened. I hate that I can't remember how we ended up in here!"

Martouf sighs. "Samantha. We both realise you did not mean what you said. Lantash just became angry and hurt, and did not think clearly. I felt hurt too, and became angry. Neither of us are used to not remembering what has happening. We don't usually get drunk and wake up with a beautiful woman - and no memory of how we ended up in bed together. Especially since we would very much like to remember what happened..." ​

​"I understand - I'm the same way. Why don't we just forget about what was said and pretend we just woke up? Then maybe we can do the sensible thing and try to figure out what has happened."

Martouf nodded. "I agree." He bowed his head. Lantash smiled at Sam.

"Samantha. I apologize for my behaviour. I am not angry with you anymore. As Martouf says, we realise you were just as spooked by this as we were. We love you - and we would both like to do as you suggest." He sat down on the bed beside her.   

 

"I am glad." I smile. "And...and I love you too." I blushed, happy the light was not such that they could detect it. 

 

Lantash leaned in and gave me a quick kiss. I respond in kind, then pulled back. "You want to wait going further until we know what happened. I...do understand. And I agree..." 

 

I nod. "Yes. How much do you remember?"

 

"I remember us coming here, and that the local invited us to participate in some sort of celebration. It had several cycles, with the first being some kind of light food and a sparkling drink, followed by a blessing of some sort. Later more food and a different drink - which I remember feeling a vague concern about, but not enough to make out guests angry by refusing it. They seemed very insistent on us drinking it." 

 

"That's what I remembered also. After that my memories get fuzzy, but I think we all drank a lot - and danced. You and us together, I think?"

 

"And the local priest seemed to approve, and gave us more to drink - an even stronger one, I think. I believe we shared a cup." 

 

"Yes...now you mention it. We did. I didn't remember that before. I also think I remember some kind of ceremony, which I didn't understand...and..."

 

"And they gave us these." Lantash finished, touching his necklace. 

 

"Yes. And then another shared cup of that stuff."

 

"It was a strong aphrodisiac. Much too strong for me to filter out the effects. I think they took us to be bathed, then to this hut."      

 

"Oh, my god!" I exclaimed. "I remember...they took out clothes and locked us in here, to...to...um..." I feel myself blush deeply.

"To consummate our marriage." Lantash says. I know he is right.​ We got married in some sort of alien ceremony - and consummate it we did.

"So that's what the necklaces mean." Suddenly it all makes sense.

"Yes, I would think so too. Martouf agrees...Samantha. Do you regret it? Do you wish to annul the marriage?"

"We can't really do that now, can we? We've already...well, you know. Also, I'm not sure I actually want to annul it. I mean, I can't say I had expected to end up married to you - or anyone else for that matter - but now when I am...I sorta like it." I smile, a little shyly. What will he say?

"That makes us very happy to hear." Lantash smiles widely and I feel very happy. "Now, Martouf has just suggested something we should do, and I think it is a very good idea...none of us remember most of our wedding night. We should make some memories." He smiles naughtily.

I lean in and kiss him, very much agreeing. He immediately embraces me and returns the kiss. Soon, we tumble down on the bed, kissing and touching everywhere, on fire for each other. Our love-making is hard and fast, and afterwards we lie panting, happy. I am sure I will be very happy in this surprise-marriage!

I only think very briefly of what my team-mates will think and say, but from what I remember, they each got paired up with local girls, so perhaps they will not say anything. I find myself hoping they found good matches. Then, I look at my beloved, and hungry for him again, I pull him in for a kiss. He smiles, obviously thinking the same as me.

It will be long and wonderful night. The first of many.