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Overview: As usual its passionate Lantash that convinces his life partner to move forward with the situation. I decided to do a little conclusion to my 'one shot' just to bring the whole story together.
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Ok; there is a little warning for suggestiveness but nothing to serious.
Chapter 2"What do you want to dress up as?"
"Hur?" Martouf mumbled momentarily lost as he looked at her. "Well what are you disguised as?"
"A sexy, gothic cat. Not my idea…" she said hastily as he raised his eye brow, "the boys dared me $40 that I wouldn't do it so I'm here to prove them wrong. Unfortunately it's not that obvious as me and Janet swapped hats, so I guess I'm now a Gothic witch." She had to admit that dressing in skin tight PVC was not her usual scene but she definitely liked Martouf's reaction.
It was so unusual to get him shaken and even more unusual for him to seem so far away and lost within his thoughts. He was always way too reserved, cool and almost too wise for his own good at times; thank God that Lantash and Martouf had each other to help create balance. They were just two sides to the same coin and would always be each other's doppelgangers. Martouf was wise and able to keep cool and a clear head at all times but Lantash was fiery and passionate and he flustered her sometimes. She wanted them both so badly but she was unwilling to make her advances more clear with just the word 'fond' to go on. She didn't think her heart could take them rebuffing her even though they would most likely do so in the kindest of ways.
"I see." Said Martouf evenly blushing slightly at what his symbiote was muttering to him and the images he was thinking of. Yes, I can definitely see why they would pay her to dress like this. Disguise your self as a wizard and ask if we can help her create a little horizontal magic.
I can't do that! Her father would see us dead. Plus O'Neill might be angered; we both know he lusts after her.
As usual you're not daring enough beloved.
And as usual you're too passionate Lantash. Believe me, she is most probably still confused about Jolinar's memories. Lets give her time.
Sam glanced at the glazed look on his face and called him back to reality with a smile. "Please follow me and we'll get you ready to Trick or treat."
Mmmm thought Lantash, here's hoping that she's the treat.
"Do you like this costume?" Sam said whist holding up a ghost costume. Sometimes she figured uniforms are for the best. In the Tok'ra's case they were essential and prevented an hour-long costume change, as both host and symbiote couldn't agree on what to wear. It was times like these that she wanted to bang her head on the table. Thank god for the patience granted from putting up with an older brother. Mark you've done me a big favour. Thank you! "There aren't many others to pick from now so you might have to make do."
"I think any will suffice but Lantash is a little more picky than I. I think he was hoping to dress as a wizard. Is that possible at all?"
"Errrm I guess so. But all the good costumes have been taken."
"Thank you Samantha."
"No problem," she looked on the shelf for a moment and found a very old and tattered wizards robe and hat in shades of blue and gold. "Will this do? I think it's the only one we have on base, it is a bit of a fixer-uper though."
"Fixer-uper?"
"Yeah; it needs to be fixed so lets slide it over your head and we'll patch it up."
Sam never really was all that good at house hold tasks like cooking or sowing and stitching up what felt like a million holes and gapes certainly fell into that category.
"Ow!" Martouf complained as Sam had jabbed him with the needle for the umpteenth time that hour.
"Sorry, I'm terrible at sowing but at least I'm nearly done now." She snapped off the thread and started to run her hands over the robe. "Lets check I've not missed anywhere." A mischievous smile graced her lips as she felt his body shudder slightly under her hands and she heard a faint groan escape his lips.
"I think you've missed quite a lot Samantha," he groaned huskily as he enjoyed her hands slowly running up his back and coming to rest just below his shoulders.
"Like what?" She asked whist looking into his blue eyes. He just answered her with a kiss and just relaxed further into her arms and gently pulled her onto the floor with him. Soon the wizards robe lay forgotten on the floor entangled with Samantha's black dress in a parody of how the owners were lying together, whist covered in each others sweat and enjoying yet another kiss.
"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Martouf was right; you do look better without your clothes on. We both love you so much even if he will only confess to 'fondness'."
Samantha just smiled as she silenced him with a kiss and straddled him once more. "You know what Lantash?" She said with a tiny wink, "I don't think that you or Martouf need a wizards robe to be magical, you have just shown me that very clearly and I love you both too."
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