Other Possibilities, R, 6/?

[hathor_girl]

Note: Rating changed to R

6.

It is a beautiful planet! Just beside the Stargate area, there is a lush forest, with pale green leaves and flowers. Birds are singing and I hear insects humming. It is late spring, and quite warm and pleasant. Martouf smile at me and lead me through the forest. We take a road that go through only the outher part, and we soon exit to a beach. That explains the sound of waves I heard shortly after stepping through the wormhole.

It is a perfect beach, with soft sand stretching as far as the eye can see in both directions. The sand is not white, but a pale, golden-red colour. Along the beach are palm trees, and exotic looking flowers and bushes are everywhere. The ocean is relatively calm today, and the waves of the very blue sea is rolling in. I have never seen so pretty a sight, and the ocean is a very beautiful blue colour, the sky a paler blue.

I instantly remember Martouf telling me Rosha's eyes are the colour of the oceans of Marloon, and I know it is true. I see her for me, in a short flash. She was so beautiful. Does he really think I look like her? I guess I can see the resemblance, but she was much more beautiful than I am.

I understand this was a very special place for Rosha, Jolinar, Martouf, and Lantash, and I feel honoured that they will take me here and show me the place.

Martouf place the basket with food behind some rocks to keep it in shadow, though it also contains a Tok'ra version of a cooling unit, so the food will be fine. We slowly walk along the beach, talking about everything and nothing. It is one of the most enjoyable days I can remember having since I was a little child and out on trips with my brother and parents. Better, because I am walking close beside one, no two men I am fast falling very much in love with.

We walk back to the basket and Martouf spreads out a large blanket, then begins putting out food and drink. We eat from the various types of delicious food, and drink sweet, refreshing fruit juice, and generally have a wonderful time. While Martouf puts the rest of the food and the plates and cutlery aside, I realise I haven't thought about Earth and my team-mates for the whole day. It is the first time. I feel bad for a moment, having forgotten about them, but I have enjoyed this very much. I really hope the mission Martouf is going on is not too long - or dangerous - I want to come back here soon, and I tell him. He is very clearly pleased.

As the sun is sinking in the sky, Martouf takes out a bottle of a Tok'ra sweet, but refreshing sparkling wine, which he must have stashed in the basket while I was changing my clothing before we left.

"This is a favourite drink of mine, which we sometimes brought to drink here. I hope you will like it." He smiles warmly at me, and hands me a glass. I accept it.

"Thanks." I smile at him, then touch the glass to his with a small 'clink'. "Cheers." I take a sip from the wine, and it is very good. The bubbles tickles my tongue.

Curious, Martouf look at the glass, then me. "What is the significance of touching the glasses to each other? Or asking me to cheer?"

I giggle. "It is called a toast. I guess it is done for good luck, or something. Not really sure, it's an Earth thing, probably. And 'cheers' is what you say when you toast."

Martouf nods, but doesn't seem to understand. He drinks from his glass. "Cheer...s." He says, afterwards.

I giggle again, louder now, then give him a kiss on the cheek. "You're cute!"

"I did it wrong." He concludes, but he smiles anyway, looking a bit shy over my kiss.

"It doesn't matter." I shrug and take another drink from my glass. It tastes great, and it is really going to my head. "How strong is this stuff?" It doesn't taste that strong, but...

"If you mean alcoholic content, then it is quite...'strong'. It takes a lot to get a Tok'ra drunk."

"I didn't even think you could get drunk!" I look at him in disbelief. "Don't you filter it out?"

Martouf bowed his head, and Lantash took over. "We can get drunk, especially if we decide not to filter out the alcohol. Otherwise it takes...quite a lot. However, our alcoholic beverages are strong, to make up for this fact. We did not consider that - perhaps we should not have brought the wine. You will be much more easily affected."

"Oh, yeah." I giggle. "I'm affected all right - not that I mind." I smile at him, happily.

He nods, looking thoughtful and takes another sip of the wine.

It is still warm, and the extra cloak is not needed, instead I move a little closer to Lantash, leaning a bit against him, hoping I am not being too forward. He clearly doesn't mind, though, as he puts an arm around me. We sit like that, close together, slowly sippin gour wine, as the sun begins to set. It is very beautiful and I tell him.

"Lantash...Martouf...it was a great idea going here." I say, feeling happy. "I have never seen a more romantic sight." It's true - I am not normally the sentimental, romantic type, but right now it is really getting me. I snuggle closer to him.

"It is very aestetically pleasing, yes." Lantash murmurs in a low, sexy voice, close to my ear. "But it pales compared to you..." He puts his glass away and envelops me in his arms, pulling me closer.

I feel almost a shudder of pleasure down my spine at his voice, his words, and at his proximity. I distantly notice I am probably quite drunk, and I normally wouldn't behave like this, but right now I don't care. Gone are my decision not to let him now of my feelings for him. I put my empty glass down as far away as possible, so as not to risk breaking it, then turn towards Lantash. The sun is almost down now, but there is enough light to see the desire in his eyes. A desire which mirrors mine.

Throwing caution completely out the window, I kiss him, boldly. After mere moments of hesitation, he returns the kiss. It is soft and gentle at first, but quickly growing in passion. He begins sliding his hands over my back, and I embrace him, touching him, annoyed at the thick, hard material of his uniform. I want to feel his skin under my fingers!

His hands slowly caress my back, sides, shoulders, then down my back again, fondling my ass. I moan into his mouth, then deepen the kiss, tangling my tongue with his. We kiss for several minutes before he pulls back, and when he speak, Martouf has taken control.

"Samantha..." He says, hoarsely. "Are you sure...this is what you..."

I don't allow him to finish, but silence him with a searing kiss. He gasps into my mouth and return the kiss, his hands urgently touching me everywhere. Back, ass, breasts... He push me down on the blanket, his eyes flashing as Lantash takes over again. Pressing their body against me, I feel the hardness of his arousal, and it makes my desire burn even brighter. I want him. Now. I start tearing at his clothing, and he complies, quickly removing it. I cannot stop myself from staring, admiring his strong, lean body. I raise myself a little, opening my belt and pulling off my dress. He looks at me with an expression as if he wants to devour me with his eyes. I look into the smoldering fire burning in his eyes, then my eyes slide over his chest. I want to kiss him, bite him, mark him as mine.

I look further down, and he follows my gaze. He is still wearing his underpants, and I look at the large bulge in them. Under my gaze he smirks and takes off the last piece of clothing. I make a small gasp as I see him, finally naked. His shaft if of an impressive length and girth - and very hard, my scientific mind absently notices. Part of me is nervous he won't fit - and I curse my lack of experience. A larger part of me want him too much to care about anything, and that is the part that quickly wins.

He studies me with a lustful expression, observing as I remove my bra and my panties, clearly approving of my appearence. Suddenly I can't bear to wait any longer.

"Martouf...Lantash...please...I want you." I beg, shamelessly.

He immediately lies down over me again, naked, his body pressing against me. I throw my arms around him, pull him as close to me as ever possible, kissing him, kissing his throat, nibbling on his shoulder. His skin feels smooth and pleasant under my fingers as I slide them over his back. Lantash fondles my breasts, kisses them, sucks at the nipples, strokes me down over my stomach...and I make a small shriek as he suddenly places his thumb on my clit. Circling it with his fingers, he then strokes the sensitive nub, rubbing his fingers in my wetness. Gently thrusting himself against my hip, trying to control his own desire, wanting to pleasure me.

I have never wanted anything so badly in my life as I want him right now. I thrust against his fingers, rub against them. My hands touch him everywhere, finally taking a gentle hold of his manhood and begin to pump it. He groans into my mouth and thrusts against my hand. Suddenly, unable to wait any longer, he spread me with his fingers and thrusts into me, sinking deeply.

I give a small yelp as he penetrates me, but the pain is less than what I had feared. Realising, he kisses me, holds still for a moment, giving me a chance to get used to him. The pain passes quickly, and I start moving against him, wanting him to ride me, hard. For a moment I am not sure if I am Sam or Jolinar, but I don't care. I just want him. Putting my hands on his ass, I pull him towards me, and he immediately relents, beginning to thrust into me - still gentle, though.

I move with him, faintly realising my knowledge of what to do, where to touch him, knowing exactly what he will like, must come from Jolinar. I don't care, but just take advantage of this knowledge, touching him, kissing him, making him almost crazy with desire. He gives me another of those breath-taking, drugging kisses that makes everything disappear in a haze of lust.

We move against each other, him thrusting harder, faster into me. I buck up against him, suddenly shattering under him as my orgasm hits me. He cries out and pumps into me one more time before he too succumbs to pleasure and comes hard in me.

He lies on top of me, panting. I hold him closely, certain I have never been this happy before.

I don't know how long we have laid together, slumbering. When I wake up we lie snuggled up together on the side, spooning. It is completely dark, except for two moons which throws a silvery light on everything. It is beautiful and very romantic.

I turn over and give Martouf - or Lantash - a kiss. He makes a soft sound and pull me closer, then suddenly wakes up. He sits up, looking at me in the half-darkness.

"Samantha..." Martouf somehow looks - embarrassed? It is difficult to tell in the darkness. "I'm...I'm sorry. This was not my intention!" He begins to look for his clothing.

"Martouf, I don't mind. I...uh...enjoyed it very much." Why is he reacting like this? I suddenly feel self-conscious as I am still naked and he is getting dressed.

I quickly search for my clothing and soon we are both dressed. Martouf quickly folds up the blanket and put it into the basket together with the rest of the stuff. He doesn't speak to me and I get a feeling as if my heart is being squeezed hard. I grab his hand.

"Martouf!"

He turns to me. "I should not have taken you here. We shouldn't have...have..."

"Made love?"

"If that is your word for mating. Samantha...I'm sorry. It has only been 3 months since I learned Jolinar and Rosha were dead." His voice almost breaks. "I thought...I believed I was ready to...Samantha. It was not my intention to go this far. I do...feel for you. I am very fond of you. More than that, I..." He suddenly dips his head.

"Samantha. We allowed our desires to control us. Please, forgive us...we don't want you to misunderstand anything...we are very fond of you...as Martouf said, more than that, we are beginning to..."

"Oh, don't worry. I get it. How long has it been since Jolinar left on her mission? A year? It's quite a dry spell if you're used to getting some regularly. I understand very well, thank you. You decided I would be easy to seduce. Some wine, a romantic setting - and it worked! Congratulations! And you even got to take advantage of the memories I have of your mate. Yeah, I get it!" I shout at him, angry.

He looks at me, stunned. "Samantha! How dare you imply we used you for sexual gratification! I merely meant we had allowed our desires to take this too far too quickly. We had wanted to wait until we knew with certainty our feelings were for you, and not due to what is left of Jolinar. I would have thought that would also be in your best interest." Lantash sounds angry, hurt.

"How dare you talk about my best interest!" I feel tears threaten to fall. "I thought it was me you were interested in! Not because of Jolinar! I guess I was being foolish - allowing myself to...to love you..." I look at him. "I'm in love with you."

"You have said repeatedly it is Jolinars emotions you feel, and that you do not know which are yours." He looks hurt.

"Well, excuse me then, but I think I know!" Not waiting for his answer, I quickly begin walking back towards the Stargate.

Lantash walks past me, not saying anything, merely enters the address to the Tok'ra base we stay at, and we go through.

When we are down in the tunnels again, Lantash turns to me. "Samantha. Please. Allow us to explain..."

I don't feel like being hurt further tonight, so I tell him I am tired and leaves before he can say anything else. I run to my room and throw myself on the bed, tears already falling.

Chapter 7