This chapter has been rewritten/cut to achieve a PG-13 version. The original NC-17 version can be found at Symbiotica (link in my profile). Click "Titles", and "U", then scroll down to find the story.
Sam looked at herself in the mirror one more time, then ran a comb through her still damp hair. The nightgown fit her very well, but it was very see-through - hiding little and promising more. She blushed a little, but remembered from Jolinar's memories the 'clothes' the Tok'ra sometimes had to wear on missions, not to mention what the slaves would sometimes wear. So, she assumed Martouf and Lantash would not find it too provocative.
They had, after all, picked it out for her!
With that in mind, she left the bathroom and walked into the bedroom.
Martouf sat at the desk, reading something at the computer he had been given, when Sam came into the room. He immediately turned to look at her. He slowly admired her, getting a very pleased expression on his face. "That is a very... fetching nightgown, my Samantha."
"Thanks, Martouf." Sam smiled, feeling a bit self-conscious under his gaze.
Martouf rose, the towel falling off him as he did so. Obviously not bothered in the least by his own nakedness, he walked over to Sam.
Sam blushed, but did not look away, instead allowing herself to enjoy looking at him. He very clearly liked what he saw as well - as evidenced by his body's reaction.
He pulled Sam to him and kissed her deeply, then stepped back a little as he bowed his head and gave control to Lantash.
"My beautiful Samantha... that gown looks wonderful on you." He smiled widely, holding her out from him, as he looked at her. He ran a hand down over her, from her shoulder, down over her breasts, over her stomach, to her thigh. He swallowed, then spoke slowly, his voice rough with arousal. "As attractive as it is on you, I would much rather have you naked. I believe we should... take it off you, before I kiss you. I fear my control is... tenuous... and this material... rips easily, I think."
He untied the band that sat at the top of the front - and only served to keep the deeply plunging front somewhat together - then pulled the dress over her head.
More than willing, Sam allowed him to undress her, then eagerly threw her arms around him and pulled him to her, pressing herself against him. Lantash made a hoarse sound and immediately picked her up, carrying her to the bed.
Sam laughed softly, happily, as Lantash pushed her down on the bed. Finally, Martouf and Lantash would be hers!
They had made love twice more during the night, and had slept until late in the morning.
Sam woke slowly and stretched luxuriously, feeling better than she could remember having done in a long time. She rolled over and looked at the still sleeping Martouf and Lantash, and smiled. They looked so sweet and innocent like this, though she knew they could be naughty and tease her until she was very frustrated.
She felt her heart beat faster as she looked at them, thinking about the night before, and how much she loved them. She gasped, realizing how strong her feelings for them were, and she leaned down and gave them a soft kiss.
Martouf or Lantash made a low noise and moved a little, but did not wake up. Sam smiled again, and decided to see if she could get out of bed and fetch some breakfast before they woke up - it was too late to get any in the hotel restaurant anyway.
She started slipping out of bed, and had her feet on the floor when Lantash spoke behind her, still sounding groggy from sleep. "Samantha?"
"Shh, yes, Lantash, sweetheart, I'm here. I'm just going to go and see if I can get us something to eat, then I'll be back. You just sleep."
He stretched, then sat up in the bed, looking appreciatively at her naked form. "That is very kind of you, Samantha, but both Martouf and I would prefer to spend the time with you. Perhaps we could go somewhere together and eat?" He looked lustily at her again. "Though what we hunger for is already here, so why would any of us have to leave?"
Sam blushed, and gave him a quick kiss. "You're such a charmer! I do think we'd all benefit from something to eat, though. Then we can, ah, return to other pleasurable activities later."
They had eaten a light breakfast - or more correctly early lunch - at a small cafe they had found.
"You said you thought there was pretty crowded here, and I agree with you, so what do you say we take a walk in a park? Maybe buy some sandwiches and make a picnic out of it and spend the whole afternoon there?" Sam suggested.
"A park is an artificially created recreational area, usually with grass and trees, is that not correct?" Martouf asked, remembering reading about it the day before.
"Yup, that's right."
He nodded. "Since I assume more private places, like forests and lakes, would be further away, a park sounds like a very acceptable alternative."
Sam smiled at him. "Yes, this part of the country is quite heavily populated, so we would have to travel a fairly long way to find any real wilderness." She frowned. "Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens are close by, so I suggest going there. True, there might be a good deal of other people there, but I'm sure we can find a somewhat secluded spot for a picnic."
Sam had decided to go all out with the 'classical picnic' idea, for Martouf and Lantash's benefit, so they had bought a basket, a blanket to sit on, a bottle of white wine, two glasses - of plastic, but still nice - napkins, several sandwiches, fruit, and barbecued chicken drumsticks.
"Right - now we just need to find a private spot for our picnic," Sam said, looking at the fairly many people in the part of the park they were in right now. It was not crowded by any definition, but they were also far from alone.
"Sandra, do you think..." Martouf leaned closer and whispered the rest into her ear.
She blushed. "Ah, I don't think we can find a place that private. I'm afraid your suggestion will have to wait until we return to the hotel room."
"A shame." He smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He looked with interest at a fairly long lake, with people swimming in it. "Would it be possible for us to swim in this lake?"
Sam looked at it. "Yes... I think so. I've only been here twice before, but I'm fairly sure it's open to the public. However, you need, ah, special clothing for swimming here - you can't just take a dip naked." She smiled at him.
Martouf nodded. "I understand. I see they all seems to be wearing clothes of some sort. Perhaps we could acquire such clothing?"
"Sure, if you'd like to. Do you mind waiting until tomorrow? I don't really feel like going shopping for swimwear right now."
"We do not mind waiting. The thought of swimming just suddenly seemed very attractive to us. We have not had the opportunity to do so in a very long time, and, ah, Tok'ra like water." He smiled wryly.
"I understand - I would enjoy it too, so let's do that!" Sam said, grabbing his hand and squeezing it.
They had finally managed to find a fairly secluded place to sit and eat their food. It was quite peaceful, with trees and flowering bushes hiding the view to the most trafficked places nearby.
Sam relaxed and sighed contentedly, as she leaned back against the trunk of a tree. "This is really nice. I can't remember when last I just sat down somewhere and chilled, forgetting about the world around me - and I most definitely have never done it with someone as gorgeous as you." She smiled at Martouf.
"Thank you, Samantha." He poured wine into the two glasses and handed her one of them. "It is a rare happenstance in Lantash and my life as well, to do nothing, and just enjoy life. Sitting here with you, sharing this moment with you - we had not dreamed we would ever be so fortunate."
Sam touched her glass to his, smiling. "To life, and enjoying it."
He nodded solemnly. "To life. Together."
Sam smiled, a little shyly, then nodded. "Together." They both drank, and Sam looked at him. "You knew of the custom of drinking cheers?"
"Jacob explained your tradition to me, but it is not uncommon among the Tok'ra either, since it is used on a number of worlds."
"Mmm, interesting." She took another sip. "Could you hand me a sandwich?"
"With pleasure." Martouf picked up one and gave it to her, then took one himself and scooted up beside her, leaning against the wide trunk also.
Sam leaned her head down against his shoulder and closed her eyes for a moment. She could feel the sun shining warmly on her, birds were singing, and insects buzzing. She took a deep breath, and smelled the flowers around them, mixed with the faint, pleasant scent of Martouf and Lantash. She turned her head a little, to place a kiss on his neck. Life was good.