Sam POV

Martouf and Lantash was gone for the rest of the day, and when my dad returned from the other base, he was in more meetings with the Council. I wonder what is going on? I ended up spending the rest of the day playing something called Senet with Aldwin, Korra, and Jalen. It was nice relaxing, and I almost forgot my sexual frustration.

Until I had taken my bath and was lying in bed. I kept fantasizing about Lantash - and Martouf - and my mind kept taking my body along for a ride.

I had to get up and take an icecold bath - and I hate cold baths - before I was finally able to fall asleep.

I spent the night have erotic dreams, of course, waking more frustrated than when I went to sleep. Another cold bath helped me sleep again - only to have my dreams become as erotic as before.

Now it is next morning, and I feel anything but relaxed. Soon Martouf will come to pick me up for whatever I am to do today - I really hope it is not more training with the hand device, or unarmed combat. As much as I want to learn that, I don't think I can survive any more of that. Not right now. I need time to calm down.

As if I will ever!

I am also feeling nervous about the 'talk' Lantash says we should have. He is right, of course - there is something between us. The question is if we want to act on it, or if we will pretend it doesn't exist. If we even can.

Martouf knocks on the door, and enters. "Samantha." He smiles at me, and I detect a hint of awkwardness on his face.

"Hi, Martouf. Did you sleep well?"

"Ah, well... well enough."

He looks like he is lying. I wonder if he has erotic dreams as well? I bet he hates it if he does, if he doesn't want to get involved with anyone right now. It could also be that Lantash has erotic dreams, and shares them with Martouf. I don't know things like that about the Tok'ra, but I guess I could ask. Not.

"Good."

"You look tired, though. Did you not sleep well?"

"I...had some...dreams, that woke me up." I say, hope he doesn't inquire.

"I see." He blushes a little, so he probably guesses. "Samantha. The intention was that you would train with me again today, but the mission to Sengko is important, and the Council decided in their meetings yesterday that we would go today already. If you still wish to join Jacob and me, then we will be leaving as soon as we have had breakfast."

"Oh? Sure, that would be interesting. I'd love that."

"Good." He smiles at me. "Then we should go and eat. Jacob is talking to the Council, but we will meet him as soon as we have picked up the undercover clothes."

"We can't go dressed like this?" I ask.

"No, while there are some on the world who knows about the Tok'ra, most don't. Yes, what we wear looks like normal clothes for people on many worlds, but this one was until recently ruled by an underling of Yu's, and we need to dress appropriately."

"Ah. Wouldn't we stand out in any case? I mean, none of us look Chinese."

"The people of Yu's worlds are diverse, even if many of them look 'Chinese' as you call it. However, regardless, their culture is everywhere the same, as is their general fashion."

"I understand." I say. I think about Lantash's statement yesterday about us needing to talk, but I guess he has decided now is not the time. I do agree with him on that.

We have eaten breakfast and chatted about this and that. It was not awkward, as the battle training had been, so I really enjoyed spending the time with Martouf and Lantash. Afterwards, we went to pick up suitable clothing.

Since we are pretending to be travelling scholars or something - not really sure what the precise title would be - we will wear 'nicer' clothes. Martouf/Lantash has on a pair of leggings, a colourful silk jacket, and matching shoes. I am wearing a sky-blue silk dress, with wide sleeves, and a lighter coloured sash. It is actually lovely.

I like Martouf's clothes too, and from the way he is looking at me, I think he appreciates my clothing as well.

Before any of us have time to say anything, my dad shows up, wearing clothing much resembling what Martouf is wearing.

"Are you ready to leave? They've already brought most of what we need to the Stargate."

"And a good morning to you too, dad!" I tell him.

"Sorry." He grins. "You know me."

"Oh, I do." I shake my head.

Martouf is smiling, clearly enjoying this little interlude.

"Let's see... Martouf, you're cover name is Maton, right?" dad asks.

"Yes, and Samantha's is Siana." Martouf says.

Dad nods, and together we hurry to the Stargate. There are several bags and crates there, and a small group of Tok'ra waiting to help us carry it - they are dressed in clothing of a much coarser material than the silk in ours. They are pretending to be workmen - or slaves, given how it is on most worlds - who will carry the stuff for us.

The nearest village is not far from the Stargate, and we meet with some locals that my dad have talked to before. People from the village take over the stuff, and dad pretends to pay off the other Tok'ra, who leave.

My dad bows to village leader who approaches us. "Hello, most honourable Silvana. I have brought the goods I promised, to help you through this unfortunate time."

"Thank you, good Sarnon! The people is unfortunately suffering, so this will help us greatly. Especially with the threat from our neighbors, who have taken almost all the arable land - what little there is of it." The leader says. He is a man in his early fifties, perhaps, wearing quite expensive clothing for a human on a world that was under Goa'uld control until recently.

My dad nods. "I understand your plight, and because of that, I have brought an expert in irrigation technology, who will help you so you can survive without having to suffer the perils of a war."

"Most appreciated. What about the female? Is she your slave, or perhaps a gift?" He looks at me with clear desire in his eyes.

"Samantha is no ones slave!" Martouf exclaims, too harshly.

"I apologize! Maton is... young and excitable, but he is a very talented engineer." Dad gives him a stern look. "He is correct, though. Samantha is my daughter, and not a slave."

Martouf looks embarrassed, having forgotten my cover name, angered the local leader, and risked the mission. He is usually a skilled diplomat. I wonder what is making him behave like this?

"I see. Since she is here with you, she is obviously not mated to anyone. Would you consider letting me take her as my second wife? It would assure our friendship forever!"

Martouf is about to say something, but catches himself. He glares at Silvana with such anger that I almost suspect that Lantash has taken control.

"Samantha is not... available. I apologize, but she is promised to..." Jacob glances at Martouf, realizing the safest course of action. "To Maton."

"Ah. I see. Well that explains his ire upon learning of my interest. No hard feelings, young one." Silvana grins. "Shall we go to my palace? I would like to arrange for a small feast for you, before you show us your skills, Maton."

"Of course. That is most thoughtful." My dad says.

How can this unpleasant person suggest a feast if his people are starving? With more than a little trepidation I follow my dad and Martouf/Lantash, as Silvana takes us all to his 'palace'.