Fic, Stargate SG-1, Staying at a Hotel, Sam/Martouf/Lantash, NC-17, 3/4

[hathor_girl]

 Our food arrived, and it was actually good. After eating it, we had another beer, and then I suggested we drink cocktails again, since that's something I really like, but rarely have.

"I am not averse to trying these cocktails, but I do not know what is what." Martouf says, looking at the long drinks menu.

I smile. "No worries. I'll order, and then you can tell me if you like it!"

He nods. "That sounds like a good idea."

I turn to the bartender. There are somewhat more people now, so it takes a moment before he is ready to take our orders. "Two hurricanes."

He nods. "Yes. Just a moment."

"That is a strange name." Martouf wrinkles his brow. "That is also the name of a strong storm, is it not?"

"Yeah, you're right. I don't know why it's called that. Drinks often have funny names." We get our drinks, and we both take a sip. "Do you like it?"

"Yes... I think I do. It is very... red, but it tastes good. Lantash tells me it is also quite strong, Samantha, so you should be careful."

I giggle - weird, I don't usually giggle. "Yeah, don't worry. I don't get drunk easily. At least not as easily as Daniel! He gets drunk from like one beer!"

Martouf nods slowly. "I understand. Regardless, Lantash and I will have to drink a lot before we get drunk, so we can help you get back to your room, if it should be needed."

"That's really sweet of you - and maybe a little suspicious." I wink at him, and grin.

He raises an eyebrow. "Suspicious? How?"

"Uh, you know..." I say, and quickly hide my sudden embarrassment in my drink. I take a good gulp from it. I really like this - why is it so long since I went out to drink and have fun? Now when Martouf is here, it's so much better than alone!

He frowns, then nods. "I see."

I'm not sure he understands, but I don't really feel like explaining. We have both finished our drinks, so I ponder which one to get now. In a way I want the same one, but I also said Martouf should try a number of different ones...but if he needs a lot to get drunk... I call out to the bartender. "Hey - can I get two mojitos... and a long island ice-tea!"

"Sure!" He smiles at me. I guess I'm a good costumer.

"We'll both get a mojito - they're really tasty - and then you'll get a long island ice-tea. They're good too, but there's a lot of alcohol in them, so I thought you should have that. To...sort of catch up with me, you know? I did start a bit before you came here, and if you guys have extra immunity to it, you need extra. To have fun too, you know." I smile, really wanting him...them to enjoy themselves as much as I do. Besides, it would be fun to see them drunk!

"I do not need alcohol to have fun - I very much enjoy just spending time with you, Samantha. However, if you would like me to, I will certainly not object to drinking with you...or even getting drunk with you, if there is some Tau'ri ritual which requires that for...friendship?"

I laugh. "There isn't, though many people bond over alcohol - I mean, become close friends while drinking together."

"I see. Bonding means something different to me, though I understand."

"Ah!" I blush as I realize that it is also a word that is sometimes used for marriage rituals. I grin, and take a sip from the mojito the bartender has just placed before me. "Well, I guess getting drunk sometimes leads to that too, but that, uh, wasn't what I meant."

He nods, and tastes his drink. "It is quite good. Better than the other one, I think. The 'hurricane'."

---

We have just returned to the bar after a bathroom break, and I've ordered us another mojito each. I guess I'm getting drunk - at least I feel more than a little dizzy when standing, and I have to hold on to the bar desk when I sit down on the chair beside it.

"Whoa!" I grin, a bit... unstable..."

Martouf supports me quickly. He is as stable on his feet as always. Mostly, at least, but he has relaxed a lot. I think he is getting a bit drunk. He smiles at me. "Careful, Samantha." He eyes the drinks that are arriving. "Are you sure we should drink more?"

"Just this one!" I smile at him, and let my gaze run over him from top to feet. He is cute. And gorgeous... and very hot! "You look great... in those BDUs, did I ever... tell you?"

He smiles at me. "No, but I am pleased you think so." He looks at me, clearly enjoying what he sees. "Those...jeans accentuates your... body very pleasingly, and the shirt looks very attractive on you also."

"You mean my ass look good in these?" I ask, blushing, but also happy. I giggle.

He nods. "Yes." He smiles wider. "Lantash agrees, though he thinks I am understating your beauty and attractiveness. You are gorgeous."

I take his hand and squeeze it. "Thanks, so are you!" I take a long drink from my mojito.

Martouf pulls his chair closer to mine, and take my hand again, entwining his fingers with mine. It feels very nice. I smile at him, and he smile back. He take a drink from his mojito, and looks distant for a moment - I think he's talking to Lantash.

Then he looks up at me again, and put an arm around me. "Samantha, Lantash and I are very much enjoying spending some time with you. We...are very fond of you."

"I am very fond of you, too." I lean against him. "I consider you both very good friends, and..." I look at him. "Uh...maybe...maybe more."

He take my right hand in his left hand, while still keeping his right arm around me. He caress my hand for a moment, but none of us say anything. He look into my eyes, and slowly lean closer. Butterflies are beating their wings in my stomach, but I don't want to move away. Our lips meet, and we kiss.

For several moments my mind is blank, except for the wonderful sensation of Martouf kissing me. I suddenly know I have wanted this for a very long time. I have never experienced a kiss so wonderful before. I want him. I love him, I realize.

When he pulls back, he again looks into my eyes. He looks a little surprised, but also very happy - which is exactly how I am feeling!

"Samantha?"

I lick my lips. "That was...nice." I smile, widely, then reach for him again. We kiss, and it is just as wonderful this time.

"Perhaps...we should go somewhere else?" Martouf suggests, looking worriedly at the many people around the bar.

"I don't care what they think! But I suppose you are right."

Martouf nods and drinks the last of his drink. So do I, and I immediately get up. I almost fall, as my legs are apparently more drunk than the rest of me - if you can even say that.

"Samantha!" Martouf catch me quickly, and I giggle and throw my arms around him.

"My hero!" I kiss him on the cheek.

He looks maybe a little amused, and I consider giving him a thwack on the ass, but that might be misinterpreted. I am really unsteady on my legs - I don't think I drank this much? But probably I did. I have a vague feeling that the others in the bar are grinning, but probably they are not even noticing me.

Martouf is very sweet, and puts an arm around me and support me to the elevator, so we can get to our rooms.