Fic, Picking up guys at the bar, Sam/Martouf/Lantash, NC-17, 4/6

[hathor_girl]

 Sam POV

The hot guy is approaching me! What do I say? How do I avoid sounding like an idiot? Calm down, Sam! Relax! You're an astrophysicist and a soldier. You can handle this!

Even if it may be an alien, since Jolinar knew him, but so what? I have met lots of aliens - and that gives me a reason to talk to him. I need to figure out why he is here, preferably without him knowing.

I smile at him. "Hi! Nice horns." I tell him, touching my own head. Stupid, stupid!

That's when I realize I am feeling the odd, tingling sensation that means naquadah. He is the source. Does he have it in his blood like Cassie? Or like me? Was he...or is he, a host? It is a strong sensation, stronger than from Cassie, more like from Junior, so I realize he is almost certainly a host.

God! What do I do? The hottest man I have ever seen - and it turns out he's a host! Is he Goa'uld or Tok'ra? If Jolinar knew him, he must be Tok'ra, right? I don't have any unpleasant feelings associated with the memories of him, rather the opposite, so I decide he is probably Tok'ra - and that I will flirt with him a little before I contact the SGC.

I must be more drunk than I thought, to make such a decision!

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Martouf POV

She is smiling at us! ~What does she mean about 'nice horns'?~ I wonder.

~The red plastic horns you put on our head... I am sure she just say they are nice, to be kind. I like her smile.~

"Thanks." I tell her. I continue looking at her for a few moments, admiring her.

~Stop ogling her and speak to her, or do you want me to take control?~ Lantash 'whack' me over the head.

~That would probably not be a good idea. Also - augh!~ I smile at the young woman before me. "Your clothing is also very nice. Beautiful, in fact... as are you." I add, prompted by Lantash.

"Thank you." She say. "So, what led you to come here tonight?"

"Uh..." I gather I should not tell her the truth. "I was looking for...someone to party with and... celebrate the holiday."

She laughs. "Sounds like me! I didn't have anyone to party with either. I mean, not that I usually go to bars, but I thought...tonight I would go out...have fun. You know."

She smiles at me again. I think she is a little drunk. Which reminds me - and I take a large drink from my beverage. It is quite good. "This is great!" I point at the drink.

"Yeah." She holds up her own. "I noticed you ordered the same as me."

"Yes. I don't...know what the drinks are called. Your beverage looked good."

~Martouf! I have not been paying attention, but there is a naquadah signature coming from her! It is quite diffuse and spread out, as if all the naquadah has dissolved in her blood.~

~But humans only have a little naquadah in them, and only if they are hosts! Why would she have it on this planet - and why so much in her own blood? I don't sense a symbiote in her.~

~No...but the amount may be the same, just sending out less of a signal since it is not as concentrated.~

"My name is Captain Samantha Carter...uh, I mean, I'm a Captain in the Air Force, my name is Samantha Carter."

I am torn out of my discussion with Lantash, as she talks to me. "Greetings, Samantha Carter. I am Martouf."

"Martouf..."

She gets a weird expression in her face.

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Sam POV

His name is Martouf! I know that name! Jolinar knew this man, I am sure of it! He is a Tok'ra!

What do I say? He's got a distant look on his face again, as he had a moment ago. Something tells me that means he's talking to his symbiote.

Lantash! That's the name! I feel confused, and memories and...feelings flood my mind. I empty my glass, using that as an excuse to think before I talk.

I look at Martouf...Lantash again, and wonder if they have sensed the naquadah in my blood? Do they know that I am a former host? Why are they here?

"Lantash..." I say, stupidly, when I was going to say Martouf.

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Martouf POV

~She just said your name! I haven't given her your name! How can she know your name!~ I stare at her.

Lantash doesn't answer for a while, and then he does. ~For the same reason she has naquadah diffused in her blood. She is a former host. To a Tok'ra. Jolinar, most likely. That is why she knows my name.~

~Jolinar!~ I feel my heart constrict as I think of her, and that she and Rosha are dead. I feel Lantash feel the same.

~At least know we can get the truth, directly from Jolinar's last host. We can get our wish to know of Jolinar's last days.~

~Yes...there is no reason to keep quiet about who we are. She looks confused, Lantash - why is that?~

~She is drunk!~ Lantash sounds angry, most likely because he feels the woman before us is guilty of the death of our beloved Jolinar. He is still as attracted to her as I am, though, and that is making him even angrier.

~Yes, but I don't think she's to blame for what happened to Jolinar.~

~Jolinar must have died in her, and saved her, for her to have so much naquadah in blood. Why did she do that? The ashrak, of course! He must have attacked them, and Jolinar decided to save her host!~

~If these people did not know what a Tok'ra was, they would have thought she was Goa'uld, and none of them would have volunteered. Do you think Jolinar...~

~Took an unwilling host? No, I refuse to believe that!~

"Martouf - uh, sorry, I... I am a bit drunk." Samantha Carter says.

I nod. "Understandably. These beverages are strong." I take a long drink from it.

"Let me order you another..." She leans towards the bartender. "Two more hurricanes." She puts the money on the table.

"You do not need to pay for me - though I accept your offer."

"Good - I'm glad to meet a man who doesn't have stupid ideas about men having to pay for women, and not being able to accept it the other way around."

"Why would there be such a difference?" I frown. Our beverages arrive, and I empty the last of the one I bought before, before taking one of the new ones. "Samantha Carter - I believe we need to talk."

"Samantha is my first name. Carter is my family name. My friends just call me Sam, usually."

"Samantha is a beautiful name. I would feel honoured if I may use that for you."

"Sure." She smiles. "I like the way it sounds when you say it."

"Thank you. Samantha."

She takes another drink, then wink at me! "Would you like to dance?"

"Dance? Uh, I don't know your dances..." I look at her, and she looks very attractive. I then look at another man who is giving her looks I do not like. "Yes, let us dance."

"Great! I'm not that good at these dances either, but we'll do just fine!" She empties her glass and touches me.

We both gasp as there is a sensation almost as a light static electricity when we touch. I know it must be due to so much naquadah that is flowing in her veins, but it is still strange - though not unpleasant. Normally there is only the buzzing in your blood when you are close to another with naquadah - though Lantash says that if two symbiotes touch directly, the sensation is much like this.

We look at each other for a moment, then Samantha wink at me and grab my hand, pulling at me.

I follow her, and we get to a dance floor that is only a little less crowded than the rest of the place. "What do I do?"

She grabs my hands and put them on her hips, and then put her own arms around my neck. "Just... like sway to the music!" She giggles and leans closer to whisper in my ears. "It's the naquadah doing that... making it feel a little like touching a static charge when we touch each other?"

"Yes - it is." I say, not feeling this is the place to elaborate.

"It's a heady feeling! Arousing... well, adding to it anyway." She blushes.

I wonder if she is drunk, but it feels very nice to touch her like this, and the naquadah is only adding to it. We start to dance. I cannot say I am unhappy with this - her clothing is fairly revealing, and when she is moving her body like this, it is quite... enticing. I feel very attracted to her, but also ashamed, because it is not that long ago our mate died - only a few months.

~Yes, but she had been missing for a long time before that, and we had started to believe she would not come back to us... and we had started to mourn for her and Rosha.~

~True, but I still feel... guilty.~

Samantha is pulling me closer, and our bodies touch. I gasp, and hope she doesn't notice my body has started to react to her. I try to will my half-hard shaft to relax, but it is hard when she is dancing so close our bodies rub against each other.

~There is no way she can avoid noticing - not the way her pelvis is flush against us. We are quite well-endowed.~ Lantash notes. ~As for feeling guilty? I do as well, to some degree, but please remember that she was Jolinar's last host. Had Jolinar lived, this woman might well have been our mate. In fact, according to Tok'ra law, she would be accepted as such - should we want it.~

Lantash is correct, and I allow myself to feel a little less guilty. We are not betraying Jolinar. When Samantha leans her head against ours, I lean into the touch, and close my eyes for a few moments. It is wonderful to dance with her, and she smells very nice as well. I feel myself react again as I bury my face in the crook of her neck.