25. A Pleasant Night, Followed By An Unpleasant Morning
A/N: this chapter has been rewritten/cut to achieve a PG-13 rating. You can read the original NC-17 version on Symbiotica (link in my profile). To find the chapter, go to Symbiotica, click 'Titles', click 'G', and scroll down to find the story.
Sam locked the door and turned to speak to Martouf/Lantash. She did not have time to say anything, though, before Martouf had caught her in a warm embrace.
"It is extremely agreeable for us to be alone with you again, Samantha." He kissed her warmly. "We very much hope you are not too tired to allow us to pleasure you?"
Sam gave him a kiss and grinned. "I think I can handle that!" She gave him another kiss. "I just want to take a quick bath first, okay?"
"We would like to do so as well. Perhaps we could bathe together?"
"That sounds nice... but I think it would be quicker if we bathed separately. I do want to get to bed very soon."
"I understand. Perhaps another time?" He gave her a smouldering look.
"You can count on it!"
Sam went and found the t-shirt she used as sleepwear, and hurried into the bathroom.
Lantash walked out from the bathroom, not having bothered to put anything on. He appeared completely unashamed of his nudity.
Sam smiled when she saw him, allowing her gaze to slide over him, ogling him freely. "Very nice."
He had clearly been thinking about what they were about to do - as evidenced by his body's reaction.
"I am pleased you approve." He grinned. "Why have you put on that shirt? It is not needed..."
Sam rolled her eyes. "It's cold in here..." She smiled invitingly. "Why don't you come and warm me?"
"Oh, I will be more than happy to!" Lantash crossed the remaining distance to the bed in moments, and joined Sam on the bed. He pulled her to him and grabbed her shirt, pulling it off her before snuggling up close to her. "Warmer now?"
"Actually... yes!" Sam giggled and kissed him.
"Mmm, good. I want you to relax and enjoy yourself, which is difficult if you are feeling cold..." He kissed her warmly, then slowly started trailing kisses and licks down her body...
"Anyone want more breakfast? I think they're about to close it up for today," O'Neill said, noticing that several staff members had begun to clear away dirty dishes and clean the tables.
"Nah, I'm good." Jacob stretched, and leaned back against the wall behind him. "We'd better get going soon. We've got a lot to do today."
"I think you're right about breakfast serving closing - we're the only ones left now, except for the employees," Daniel observed. "Odd. I thought it was going to be open until 9AM."
As if on queue, the three men who had been cleaning the tables suddenly pulled out weapons.
"Very observant of you. Now kindly remain seated, and no one will get hurt!" a large man with short blond hair said, with a sneer. He pointed the gun at O'Neill.
The two other 'waiters' had their guns trained on the others. The way they were sitting - around a table in the corner - there was no way they could easily get up and attack, without risking several of them getting shot.
"What's the problem?" O'Neill asked. "We're just peaceful people having breakfast here at your fine place."
The large man snorted, but did not deign to answer. Before SG-1 and the others had time to come up with a course of action, several other armed men appeared from the door into the kitchen. They did not have guns, but zat'nik'tels.
"An ambush? Really?" Argent said.
A huge man with a woollen hat pointed his zat'nik'tel at Argent. "Shut up - all of you. You are coming with us. At Lord Ba'al's order."
"'Lord' Ba'al?" Argent asked, giving him an incredulous look.
"He is a Jaffa," Martouf said.
"I said, shut up!" The Jaffa angrily fired at Martouf, stunning him. "All of you. Get up - and bring the unconscious one!"