A/N: This version has been cut/rewritten from the original NC-17 rating, to achieve a PG-13 rating (which I hope I was succesful in). You can read the original version of the chapter on Symbiotica. The link to Symbiotica can be found in my profile. Go there, click 'TITLES', then 'T', and scroll down until you find the story 'The Rescue'.
Clean and dressed in fresh clothes, Sam felt much better. She looked around for Martouf/Lantash outside the bathhouse, but could not see the Tok'ra anywhere. Since she had spent quite a long time bathing, she assumed he had probably returned to their rooms.
When she got there, she found the rooms empty, but before she could become concerned, Martouf/Lantash stepped into the room, carrying a basket.
"I apologize for having left without waiting for you, but there were some things I wanted to get from a salesman we passed in the streets earlier."
"No problem." Sam looked at the basket. "So, what did you get? Or is it a secret?" She smiled.
"Maybe..." Martouf tried to look mysterious. "You will see soon, though."
Sam rolled her eyes at him, then suddenly yawned. "It's not that late, but maybe we should get some sleep soon. The hot water was really relaxing."
Martouf nodded. "That is a good idea." He smiled. "There is only one bed, though it is quite large. I assume you do not mind sharing?" He put the basket down and stepped up to Sam.
"We shared a bed a couple nights ago..."
"So we did, but back then we had not professed our love for each other. Sharing a bed now may lead to more than just sleeping... at least Lantash and I hope you will be amenable..." Martouf took Sam's hands.
Sam blushed and looked down. "Naughty rascal... but yes... I am... amenable." She looked up and into Martouf's eyes. "Very much so." She kissed him.
Martouf embraced her and returned the kiss. After several minutes, they pulled apart, both dizzy from the intensity of the kiss. His eyes flashed as Lantash took over, and he immediately pulled her to him and kissed her as well.
He slid his hands down over her back, caressing her lovingly, continuing to her butt, gripping it firmly.
"My wonderful, sweet Samantha..." He smiled and kissed her again and again, as he continued caressing her. Sam closed her eyes as Lantash, and leaned into his touch.
"Mmm, as nice as this is, maybe we should change to sleepwear and get to bed?" Sam suggested.
"Oh, I agree, but why bother with sleepwear? We are just going to remove that anyway," Lantash said, leaning in to give her another kiss.
Sam felt her cheeks grow red. "That may be so, but I'd still like to change first. I also need to use... the facilities."
Lantash nodded. "Then go and change, we have a surprise for you when you get back."
"That sounds interesting!" she smiled at him, and gave him a quick kiss before picking up her nightgown and going to the small bathroom to change.
When she stepped back into the bedroom a short while later, Martouf/Lantash had worked fast. They had placed several candles around the room and lit them. An open bottle of some kind of pale wine was standing on the bed table, together with two glasses – and a small bottle of something unknown.
"Wow. You've been busy!" Sam exclaimed. "It's really... really nice." She smiled.
"Thank you." Martouf said, giving her a warm kiss. "I need to use the facilities as well, but I will be with you in a moment. Why don't you lay down on the bed? Lantash and I would like to give you a massage, if you want?"
"That's too tempting to say no to." Sam grinned, feeling a bit self-conscious.
"Good," he said, ogling her shamelessly. The nightgown she wore was quite long, but made of a thin, figure-hugging material, and hid very little. "We will be back in a moment."
Sam looked up from where she was sitting on the bed, inclined against the pillows, when Martouf/Lantash opened the door from the bathroom. Her eyes widened, when she saw what he was wearing – or rather what he was not wearing. He was completely naked – and clearly aroused.
She felt her cheeks grow warm, but she did not look away. She swallowed and licked her lips as she let her gaze slide over his body, obviously enjoying the sight greatly. "Wow... I mean, weren't you supposed to put on sleepwear?"
"Why? You seem to like what you see... and as I said before, I would just have to take it off in a moment," Lantash said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Sam blushed deeper, but nodded. "You're right... and I do like what I see." She sat up and reached for him. "Come, join me?"
Lantash smiled widely, and picked up the small bottle. "As tempting an offer as that is... we would like to give you that massage we promised first. Perhaps you could take off that beautiful nightgown so I can better access your very beautiful body?"
Sam smiled invitingly. "Sure... but what about the wine?"
Lantash nodded and picked up the bottle, and poured some in both of the glasses. "A local sparkling wine. I am told it is good – and strong. Do you want some of it now?"
"Yes, I think I'd like a glass of that." She leaned back against the pillows, allowing her flimsy nightgown to slide up, exposing her legs to her upper thighs.
Lantash handed her one of the glasses, looking at her hungrily. He swallowed. "Cheers... is that correct?"
"Yes. Cheers." Sam touched her glass to his, and they drank. "It's very good. Strong."
"You have no need to be ashamed of your body, Samantha. You are beautiful... perfect." Lantash sat down on the bed beside her and pulled her to him, and they kissed deeply.
"Thanks." She smiled, a little shyly, then reached out and touched his chest. She let her hand glide down over it. "You are not so bad looking yourself."
"I am pleased you approve." Lantash grinned and touched his glass to hers again, and they drank. He put his own glass on the table and took hers from her and put it beside his. "Please, let us massage you?"
"How can I say no to that?" She smiled, and slowly pulled her nightgown off, then lay down on her stomach, wiggling her butt a little. "All yours!"
Lantash made a soft groan, but grabbed the small bottle and poured a bit of massage oil from it. He then straddled her so he sat across her lower back, but making sure to keep most of his weight on his legs. He rubbed his hands together to warm the oil, and began massaging her.
Sam moaned as Lantash kneaded her shoulders and neck, then down over her back, working on the sore muscles she had there, from sleeping on the hard and cold ground.
"You like this?" Lantash asked, teasingly. "You want me to continue?"
"Oh, god, yes!"
Lantash grinned as he slowly worked his way down over her body, massaging her thoroughly. Sam moaned steadily now, moving her hips and butt as she grew more aroused from his touch. Lantash and Martouf had to use all their self control to continue just massaging her, while watching the alluring sight.
He moved down her legs slowly, giving her sore muscles there his full attention. When he had reached her feet, she turned over, and he continued massaging her. Her moans increased, and Lantash's control kept slipping, but he managed to finish the massage, despite her pleas for him to join with her and pleasure her in another way.
However, as soon as he felt certain her soreness and aches were gone, he abandoned the massage for something else. Sam eagerly welcomed him, and they spent much of the night making love and the rest sleeping comfortably in each others arms.
