Just Admiring the View part 2
Warning- small spoilers for Stargate novel.
The Colonel called a halt to their march at the edge of the woods. They had another three kilometers to hike to the gate, but the stream they were following became a small waterfall and pool of fresh water here. Perfect for refilling canteens and taking a refreshing swim before dinner and sack time. They were already starting to lose the light. As campsites went, this was nirvana.
It was already decided who would be taking the various watches, and Sam was the lucky one tonight. She'd had last watch this morning. The fact that she was short tempered enough to have lost it and punched Ba'al was all the evidence her teammates needed that Sam could use more sleep. And the Colonel also mentioned something about steaks and beers after they debriefed tomorrow.
Cool, clear water consumed her thoughts as she put up her tent and then helped Daniel with the stakes on his. Teal'c was sitting cross-legged with his back against a tree and a zat cradled in his lap. There was a staring contest going on between him and Ba'al. Sam had the urge to tell them to get a room, then winced at the mental picture the thought inspired.
"Are we going to draw for who has to share a tent with..." Carter waved a hand in stinky, mud-crusted Ba'al's direction.
"I thought you'd volunteer Carter, since you and ol' snake eyes are so fond of each other," Jack teased her.
Sam winced. "Look at him. Even the waterfall isn't going to get the putrid muck off. I'll have to requisition a new tent when we get home." Sam rarely complained, but she knew it was going to come down to her or Daniel. They were the only ones guaranteed not to kill the Goa'uld in his sleep. He had 50/50 shot of survival in her or Daniel's tent.
The Colonel walked over to where Ba'al was sitting and eyed the prisoner critically. "Tell you what, Carter. I'll give him some soap, should get most of the stink off. And if he bunks with you, I'll let you swim first and give you permission to zat him if he says something stupid. Deal?"
Sam sighed, it was the best offer she was likely to get. "Deal."
"Go. Swim." Jack gestured to the water; Sam didn't have to be told twice. She was off to the pond, towel and kit in hand, before the Colonel finished speaking.
Carter waited as long as humanly possible before following Ba'al into the tent after dinner. She had been hoping to hear snoring, but no such luck. She took the zat from Daniel and climbed into her tent, toeing her boots off at the entrance. Ba'al was lying on his back, bound hands resting on his chest. His eyes traveled the length of her body and then returned to her face. He smirked.
"You heard the Colonel. You say stupid shit and I get to hurt you." Her voice was low, so the guys wouldn't hear.
The smirk grew, "I wouldn't dream of giving you the satisfaction."
"For the record, the next time you call me a 'Tok'ra polluted Tau'ri slut.' I will do more than punch you in the face." Sam held his gaze. "Pass that along to your 'brothers'."
Ba'al lifted an eyebrow. "To which part of my statement do you take exception?"
Sam glared. "All of it."
"But you were host to a Tok'ra." He said the name with a sour twist of his mouth. "It died in you and polluted you with its chemical remains. You can hardly object to a statement of fact." Point for him and he moved on. "You are of the Tau'ri. Another statement of fact."
Carter could feel her face reddening. Let him try discussing her sex life and he would die tonight. "I'm not a slut."
"I apologize for questioning your sexual partners and appetites. During my time on your world, I was given the impression that females are free to have sexual relations with anyone they choose, and choose to do so quite often." His smile was wicked.
Now, Sam's cheeks were flaming even more because they weren't discussing HER sex life, they were discussing HIS. The earlier image of him and Teal'c was back, only now it wasn't Teal'c in bed with Ba'al, it was her. "I wouldn't touch you if you were the last male in the entire galaxy."
"The feeling is quite mutual, I assure you." There was something in the speed and finality of his agreement that really pissed Sam off. How dare he? Lord Yu's slave breeders had never questioned her right to be among the 'most beautiful' slaves. She made quite a splash with her pale hair and blue eyes.
"I'm sure you've had your fill of Tau'ri sluts," Sam hissed. "I bet slaves are much better in bed than a woman with a choice of who uses her."
Ba'al was surprised into laughter, and dismissed her comment with a wave of his zip-tied hands. "I've never needed slaves to fill my bed."
"Well, they certainly aren't attracted to you for your winning personality, " Sam quipped, sarcastically.
Ba'al's eyes widened at her honest appraisal of him. "No, they are drawn by the promise of the pleasures I can give after two millenniums of sexual experience."
"I think I'll stick to my own hand, thanks."
"Not very scientific are you? If you don't try it, how will you know what you actually prefer? The human hand is so... limited." Ba'al lowered his voice, "The human tongue is much better suited to pleasuring."
God, his voice alone was enough to touch her core. The thought of his tongue... Sam shuddered. "Go to sleep."
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