Chapter Six Summary: - Sam and Daniel are finally alone. Sam has some things she feels she must tell Daniel. Come to find out, Daniel has things to say to her, too. It seems they both had boxes called Forbidden. This chapter is pretty much a Daniel/Sam chapter with Lantash dormant as they talk about their feelings. Next Chapter should go back to the three of them.
Pairing: - Sam/Lantash - Sam/Lantash/Daniel
Rating Hard T… Warning: - I had someone else read this to be sure it wasn't an M. We both agree that while it isn't M, it is a Hard T. If that bothers you, please skip the latter part of the chapter and resume at the very last few paragraphs after the division bar. While it doesn't describe the act and is not sexual, it is a little sensual even though it really says nothing explicit at all. It has been cut to fit the T rating.
"Italics" – Symbiote-Host communication
Always Be Ours
Chapter Six
Forbidden Boxes
Sam's smile affected certain parts of Daniel's anatomy, and the drop and sultry tone, which she had no idea had entered her voice, added a little pain to the mix. If he got any…well, never mind that; think of something else. Conjugate Latin or something. Translate the entire constitution of the United States into Goa'uld in his head. That should keep him occupied for a while.
Good grief, she expected him to stand, and walk upright, after that. Right.
They made their way into the bedroom. Sam moaned, as she sat down on the bed. Daniel thought he was the one that should be moaning. Then, he heard her talking and almost had a heart attack, "Daniel, I'll get my stuff and go down to the guest bedroom. I didn't want to stop any of the unpacking and make it look like we weren't going to actually be living together, but I know you can't be ready for me to just take over your bedroom, so as soon as I can find my…"
Daniel pressed his lips to hers, teasing them until she surrendered with a moan and opened to him. Finally getting her surrender, he plundered the sweetness of her mouth, before pulling away, his breathing slightly erratic and fast. "Sam, has anyone ever told you that you talk too much? Let's find your nightclothes; you can shower in here. I'll use the guest bath to shower in. But, Sam, you are sleeping in here with me. We need to start as we mean to go on, and we promised Lantash we would start going forward tonight. So, even if all we do is sleep in the same bed, we will be together tonight. Okay?"
Finally opening her eyes, Sam gazed at him with a slight smile on her lips, before agreeing, "Mm. Mm, yeah, sure. Okay. I'll just shower in here, if you want me to. It is a lovely shower. I'm sure I'll like it very much. My shower stuff is already in there. Cassie put it there. She put all of my stuff up, and then she put all of your stuff up. Daniel, don't you want to stop me talking again?" Sam asked with the closest thing to a pout that Daniel had ever seen on her face.
He grinned at her and swooped down to give her a quick hard kiss. "Yes, I want to shut you up, but the next time I shut you up, I want you showered and naked." Sam's eyes widened, and he chuckled softly at her. "Good, that got your full attention. Now, go find your nightclothes, and don't bother looking for your sloppy sweats and tee-shirts because I had Cassie hide them, and only put your sexy stuff in the drawers. Live with it."
Daniel disappeared down the hall on the last words, and an indignant Sam looked in every drawer. He had not lied. She couldn't find a pair of sweats anywhere. Not even his. She found the least sexy of the nightgowns and robes that she had and headed for the shower. She was too tired to fight it tonight. She wished Lantash was awake to give her an adrenaline rush. "Oh, yeah that was great. Thanks." Her eyes popped open. "Lantash? Lantash are you awake?" He didn't answer, but she would swear that she was a lot more awake now than she was a few minutes ago.
Her eyes narrowed. Not only was she more awake, she was seeing images she didn't want to see, and she was feeling things she didn't want to feel. "Lantash, if you do not stop, right now, I will go downstairs, get my keys, go to my house, and cry all night. Do I make myself clear?"
The images faded. She stepped out of the shower, dried, dressed, and did all those get ready for bed type things. Then she got into bed and relaxed against the now pillow-padded headboard, while she waited for Daniel to finish and join her there. She glanced at the clock and she waited some more. "Lantash?"
Nothing happened. The feelings were still there. That either meant that Lantash wouldn't listen to her, or he wasn't the cause. Which meant that the thought of Daniel naked was the cause of that tingle. She frowned. Where was Daniel, anyway? It shouldn't take him that long to shower. Did he fall asleep in there? Fall in the shower? Forget that she was here and get engrossed in a magazine?
Sam threw the covers off, grabbed her negligee, and headed out the bedroom door. She checked the guest bedroom and didn't find him there, so he had finished his shower. He must be downstairs. She found him in the kitchen, a half cup of coffee in his hand, as he stared out the sliding door into his back yard. "Daniel? Aren't you coming to bed? Are you all right?"
"Sam? I was giving you time to fall asleep. That way, you wouldn't feel crowded by me. I figured that if you were still awake by the time I drank my coffee, we could talk if you couldn't sleep, and otherwise, you'd be asleep by the time I finished it."
"Well, as you can see, I'm not asleep; I've been waiting for you. Do you think you're about ready to come to bed, now? I'm tired of sitting in bed all alone."
"Sam. Sam, are you sure? I know I said we should start tonight, but I really don't want to push you, rush you. I don't want to go too fast, too soon. I know this is hard on you. You may need space to get accustomed to everything that's happened, and I'll do everything I can to help you. I shouldn't be pressuring you."
"Yes. Yes, Daniel, I am sure. You have to pressure me, and I have to pressure myself. We both know that our time is limited, whether we like it or not. I've thought about what you said and you're right. We need to do this. So, come to bed, Daniel. If you would rather we didn't do anything except sleep together tonight, then we don't have to, but as you said, we do need to do that together."
He shook his head as he rinsed out his cup. "It has nothing to do with me not wanting to do more with you, Sam. I don't want you to feel pressured into anything because you know that I want to go farther. As long as you are really willing and ready to go forward, I am, too. There should be no question in your mind as to my preferences. I want to begin tonight, but not if you feel you don't want to or that you can't."
"I'm going to go collect my stuff from the other bathroom, brush my teeth, and finish getting ready for bed. Although—Sam, there is something that I—need to know, but I'm afraid it will upset you."
"What is it, Daniel? We have to be open and honest with one another. If you start walking on eggshells around me, it won't be good for either of us, and it could actually cause problems. Yes, your questions may hurt me, but not asking them could cause us both pain in the long run. So, please, don't be afraid to ask me what you need to know."
Daniel watched her face as she talked, and then he nodded as she finished what she was saying. "I believe that you're right, and I believe that you mean what you're saying so, here goes. Did Martouf use any particular soap or anything? I don't want to trigger any memories for you. You've never said if our scents are anywhere close to smelling the same so, I didn't know if, in the dark…" his voice trailed off, sounding unsure of what he was asking.
"Daniel, you have a scent that is yours. If we were in a completely dark room and there were a hundred other men in it, and you were to come to stand, or sit, beside me, I would know it was you. I could pick you out of all those men by your scent alone, and before you start to worry, it is a scent that I have always found extremely pleasing to my senses. In fact, I've often moved closer to you, just so I could breathe in your particular cologne, aftershave, soap, or whatever it is that you use."
"Really, Sam? I mean, you're not just saying that? You mean you really can? You—you do?"
"Yes, I really can, and I do. Do you remember when we woke up in the room next to the infirmary? And, it was dark? I woke up, and I didn't even have to open my eyes to know who was holding me. I knew immediately that it was you, because I recognized your scent. I like it; I enjoy it, and it is nothing like Martouf or Lantash's."
"Lantash's?"
"Yes, oddly enough, Lantash has a scent all his own. When he takes control it changes the chemicals on the skin just enough to change the chemical reaction with any soap, aftershave, or anything like that. Whatever scent the Tok'Ra used, when Martouf wore it, when Lantash came fore, it was much more potent and, well, sexually exciting, actually. I just now realized that. I wonder how whatever that was would affect me on you? We'll have to ask Lantash about it."
"Really? Wow. That is so cool. I wonder how he's going to interact with mine. My body chemicals, I mean. I hope they don't react in a bad way. Of course, he could probably manipulate them so they wouldn't be unpleasant, which is a good thing. It'll be really interesting to experiment using different kinds of colognes and stuff."
"Yeah, I've wondered the same thing. I was going to run some experiments with different scents to see how they each re-acted to the different ones. Of course, we can still do that with you and Lantash once he changes over to you. Anyway, I wanted to do shower gels and aftershaves, as well as bar soaps and colognes, because they are all a little different in how they stay on and the way they are delivered to the skin. So, I figured I'd…"
Suddenly, Daniel interrupted her, "You know, Sam, we really are a couple of total geeks. I have a beautiful, sexy woman standing in front of me, and here we are, standing in a kitchen, planning the experiments we want to do on the chemical changes a symbiote makes in the scent that is applied to their host's skin depending on the substance applied to it. Let's go to bed before Lantash wakes up and berates both of us for taking too long to get around to making love."
Sam's eyes widened as she realized how true his words were, and then she giggled. "You know, he just might, too. A little bit ago, he was sending me all kinds of sexual images trying to make me go find you. Then he started sending my hormones into overdrive so I'd get, um, well anyway, I made him stop, but if you don't come on, he's likely to do it again. I shouldn't have to seduce you, Daniel, should I? I mean, if I have to actually seduce you isn't that a sign that something is wrong here?"
"Sam, while having you seduce me would be a wonderful experience, if you are insinuating that it would be the only way to obtain my interest, let me reassure you that your premise is false. I know that for a fact, and if you had noticed the difficulty I was having moving comfortably before I suffered through the cold shower I just endured, you would not doubt my word."
"Oh. Oh, I see. Well, it's good to know that I shouldn't, and won't, have to seduce you, but that you would enjoy it if I did. I'll keep that in mind for future reference. I'm not sure I could do it tonight."
Even though Sam said the last statement very softly, Daniel heard her. "Don't worry, Sam. If you find that you can't, I will understand, and I won't do anything you don't want to, I promise. I know this isn't easy for you, but I hope that it will become easier, and that it will be pleasurable from the very first time."
"As for seducing me, you're right, Sam, you shouldn't have to, and tonight you certainly won't have too. Come with me, while I brush my teeth." They climbed the stairs in a comfortable silence, arms around each other's waists, as they walked down the hall and turned into the guest room. Stepping into the guest bathroom, Daniel grabbed his toothbrush, and just before he started brushing his teeth, he looked over his shoulder at Sam, saying, "Tell me what the images Lantash sent you were."
Sam looked at Daniel from where she leaned against the doorframe, and her breath caught. He was naked from the top of his hips up. The satin pajama bottoms barely skimmed the top of his hips and were snug enough to outline his hips and buns as he leaned over the sink to brush his teeth. Thinking of the images that Lantash had thrown out to her, she asked, "Daniel, were you and Martouf ever naked together?"
Daniel jerked upright, and coughed, thereby spitting his toothpaste onto the mirror, before saying, "Ah, that would be a no, Sam. Why?"
"Because Lantash sent me pictures of you getting into your BDU's, and you were naked. You, um, are really great looking naked, Daniel, but I wondered how he knew. I mean, he even seems to know that you have a birthmark on your left butt cheek shaped kind of like a star."
Daniel finished cleaning off the mirror, the sink, and his face to the litany of, "I will kill him. I will kill him, when he becomes my symbiote. Somehow, I will kill him, and it will be slowly and painfully."
"Why? I thought you said you were never naked with Martouf. Is there something about you and Lantash that I should maybe know, Daniel? Did you two have an affaire?" Sam teased him with a raised brow and a haughty look.
"Yes. We did. It was very torrid. I couldn't get enough of Lantash. He's a fantastic lover. The best lover, I've ever had. I'd never had a male lover before, but he made it wonderful."
Sam sniffed in disdain, "Lying doesn't become you, Daniel. I happen to know that Lantash is not into that, as he has never been made love to by a male. Of course, I suppose he could have been the one making love to you. Now, tell me the truth."
Daniel grinned at her. "Yes, I did get dressed in front of him once, but I had forgotten. I didn't realize he checked me out. It was before our mission to Netu."
"I didn't get the impression he was "checking you out", it was more of a casual, everyone getting dressed type of thing. Teal'c and the Colonel were there, too. I must say that Teal'c is um, quite, ah, well-endow-, er, that is built. Yes, quite well-built." Sam coughed and cleared her throat.
"Lantash showed you pictures of all of us naked? All of us?"
"Well, mostly of you. You're quite a nice hunk yourself, Daniel. I'm impressed. Of course, since he is supposedly dormant, I couldn't tell him that as your teammate I've seen you undressed before and appreciated the show every time, even if it did only go down to the briefs. I guess I owe him one for the preview," Sam smirked at him as he stood staring at her with his jaw dropped. "You're going to catch flies, Daniel."
"Did anyone ever tell you that you could get in a lot of trouble if you aren't careful? I might have to kiss you senseless again."
"Ooh, threats of kissing to senselessness, I like that." Sam smiled at him, enjoying their teasing. Then she said again, so he would know that she had not been teasing, "I've always appreciated when I got a good look of you beefcake, Daniel. Every time. Looking at your body has always been a pure joy. One of those things I've allowed myself to enjoy."
Daniel looked down at the towel in his hands and frowned before throwing it into the sink. "Have you, Sam? You never appeared to."
"No, I never appeared to. But then, I never appeared to favor you over the Colonel, or Teal'c, either, but I manage to end paired up with you more often than not."
Daniel's head shot up, and he looked closely at her. "Yes. Yes, you do. Are you saying that it's deliberate? That you maneuver Jack into that?"
Sam shrugged. "It usually isn't too hard. He doesn't like the techno-babble, or the geek-speak, so he'd just as soon not have to hear either of us. I like listening to you talk about ancient civilizations, though, sometimes. You get excited and your eyes shine. You look really happy. I like it when you look happy Daniel. It makes me feel happy. Can we sit down in here and talk for a few minutes? I think I need to tell you some things. Things I need to say and that you need to know. We talked a little about it earlier, but I think I should go into it a little bit more."
"Okay, Sam. Why don't we go back to my, that is, to our, bedroom then?"
"No, I'd rather do it here, it's kind of neutral. Let's sit on the bed and face one another. All right, now let's hold hands." Sam settled facing Daniel, holding his hands, both of them cross-legged on the bed, comfortable and relaxed, when she started talking softly, "Daniel, I think we should be very frank with each other here."
"I agree, Sam. Honesty in our relationship is the only way it will work for us. Complete honesty. Otherwise, we're probably not going to make it. There are too many things about each of us that affect us and each other to keep anything hidden from the other."
Sam nodded. "Good, I agree completely. That's why I want to say these things now, so they'll be out in the open once and for all."
"All right, Sam, I'm willing to listen, and I won't be judgmental, I promise you. Just start talking and don't worry about anything. I'm here for you."
Sam smiled slightly at him, looked down at the comforter, and then at their clasped hands, before looking back up at him. "From the day I first picked up a report about you and your work on the Stargate until today, you have fascinated me in a way that no other man ever has. The day we met, it was as if I'd met the other half of myself. It was the weirdest feeling. I was studying the dialing device, and the Colonel called me over to meet you. I took one look at you, and it was like I'd known you forever. I told you later that I knew I was going to like you; I think I knew that I was going to love you."
"When Sha'uri kissed you it felt, odd. Not jealousy exactly, just—odd—as if it was not as things should be, and, of course, it meant that we couldn't be more than friends."
"I think this is what Lantash has been trying to tell me, Daniel. That was the moment that I took all of my feelings for you, which could become inappropriate, quietly folded them, and stored them away in a place, a box, called forbidden. We went to the cartouche room, and we were finishing each other's sentences. It was as if we completed each other. Two parts to a whole. But it was forbidden. So we became friends. Really, really good friends, the dearest of friends, but only friends, and if, every so often, there was a flash of some other feeling stirring, I picked it up and put it away with all the others that were forbidden."
"Then I had Jolinar and her memories within me, and I met Martouf and Lantash. I was so confused about my feelings for them. So when Sha'uri died, it didn't matter that the box was forbidden in my mind, because it was still there, and it was still forbidden, but this time it was worse because this time it was forbidden for me—from me—but there were times that I ached to open that box, Daniel. This is the first time I've ever admitted that aloud, but it isn't the first time I've been tempted to open it."
"The first time was when I opened my eyes and saw you alive on the Nox world, I could have crushed that box and let every emotion out, but I couldn't. When you destroyed Thor's hammer, I wanted to destroy that box the same way, Daniel. I almost went to you that night."
"Nem, my god, Daniel, do you have any idea what it did to me when I thought you were dead? I shut the lid on the box really tight that time though. I couldn't afford it; it was almost too strong for me to keep it shut up, so I buried it really deeply after Nem—but then there was Cassie. God, I wanted to rip that box apart then, so I tried again to shut it tight, and it stayed shut until I thought you were left on Apophis's ship alone to die. That time when you came back, I almost let it loose again."
"But, you felt it that time, and I knew it, too, so I stepped away—way away—again. I smiled brightly, hugged you, stepped back, and then turned away when what I really wanted to do was drag you to my room and lock you in with me for days. All I wanted to do was hold you to prove to myself that you were really warm and alive. After that, I held that lid down tight even through the sarcophagus incident. But then Ma'chello came along, I thought you would die for him, and I almost let it slip again."
"But, it became easier to shut and bury it after Jolinar, because then it wasn't just Sha'uri, it was Martouf and Lantash as well. So it stayed really deeply buried, for a very long time. Until Sha'uri died—then it shattered again. The crystal skull, when we couldn't find you, now that scared me, it really, really scared me. But what was strange about it was that I was sensing you. I realized that later. I think you knew it, too."
"And now here we are. And Lantash is telling me that it's finally okay for me to take that battered, beaten box out of hiding and open it up to let those feelings out. I'm afraid to though, Daniel. What if they aren't what I thought—or what if you don't feel the same? I'm not sure I can do it just yet. Anyway, there it is. So, now you know."
Daniel clasped her hands firmly and looked at her with a slight smile on his lips and love in his eyes. "Sam, I can't believe you don't know how I've felt about you from the moment I met you. I felt the same thing you felt. That day, when you came through the gate. The kiss Sha'uri gave me—she, well—normally she didn't do that. Looking back, maybe she knew, even then, that you were going to be something to me that she could never be. I felt that same jolt of recognition that you felt. That sense of completion, as if I had finally been finished."
"When we started finishing each other's sentences, it was as if I'd been transported to another dimension where the people actually understood me. It was a deep feeling of coming home. I was astounded as much by you, as I was by what I had found. When Sha'uri was taken, I was devastated, Sam. I loved her, just as you love Martouf and Lantash, but I came to love you quickly, too. I know exactly what you mean about the feelings being forbidden and being put aside and locked away. So were mine."
"Like you, Sam, there were times that I was so close to taking that box out and opening it. You did recognize one of them. I was so worried about you when Cassie—when you—went back down with her. My, god, Sam, my heart was in my throat. When you and Jack disappeared and we couldn't find you. When we went to the Antarctic and you were there, the relief was so great; I can't begin to tell you what I felt. I'm not sure I was even aware of what I felt until later, and then I shook for hours, Sam, hours. Boy, did that box almost get smashed to pieces that night."
"When I got back from Apophis's ship, and realized that you were still aboard it when it blew up; the time until they saw you out there floating was an eternity. Sam to this day, I don't remember anything that I did or said from the time I realized you were still on the ship when it exploded, until they told me you'd been picked up in those gliders. I thought my world had ended, and I'd never told you. But I knew that I never would either, because it was still in the Forbidden box."
"Sam, when Jolinar took you, before we understood about the Tok'Ra, it was as if my nightmare with Sha'uri was starting all over again. I was running on auto pilot. I was so scared for you."
"But, at least we had you. We had your body, and I knew you were in there. I," Daniel stopped and swallowed, and when he looked up at her there were tears in his eyes, "I was so afraid for you, Sam. And then, the ashrak found you, and we thought you were dying. I don't know if I would have survived that. You were so depressed afterward. None of us understood that you were actually grieving for her in a way. I'm not even sure that you realized it yourself at the time."
"Forbidden was awfully close to cracking that time Sam, so close that I had to stay away from you. A lot. I knew you noticed, so I made up for it with flowers and cookies instead of time. But, the reality was that I wanted to be with you more than anything. I just couldn't be there. Not and keep the box from shattering."
"Then, there was Martouf and Lantash, although we didn't know about them until later. That knocked me off my center for a while, until I realized that I could ask nothing of you. I had a wife. You had a right to find out if you could care for them. And, when I finally got to know them, I both respected and liked them. So, there I was caught loving two women and not able to have either of them. Talk about weirder than fiction. I stayed your friend though, Sam, because if that was all I could have, then that would have to be enough. I couldn't leave you completely. I just couldn't."
He drew a very deep breath before confessing. "When Sha'uri gave me the suggestions and I decided to leave the SGC, well, when you hugged me in the suggestion, the day you helped me move stuff, I almost smashed it right there in front of Jack; I needed to be in your arms so badly. Feeling them around me soothed my heart, and I could not tell you. Not only that, but, I could tell that you were really, really upset at my leaving. When I returned, it wasn't just the boy, the child, that I came back for, Sam. It was you. I missed you terribly and on top of my mourning for Sha'uri, it was just too much pain. I just new I had to stay near you. Just being near you was a comfort. So, I listened to the suggestions, I returned—to the SGC, true—but mostly it was to you. I think it was Sha'uri's way of telling me it was all right, too."
"There have been other times, other places; I'm sure you could probably pick them out with a little thought. I won't go into all of them, it's too painful. God, the nights I would have given anything to be in your arms." The cry was wrung from his heart. "But I couldn't be. For a lot of reasons. Most of all because it wasn't our time yet, and as long as that box existed, I wouldn't do anything that would hurt you. And, I always felt that it would hurt you to allow you to see how much I loved you, Sam. So—so I never let you see it. Until now."
"But, I think that it is our time now, Sam," Daniel finished softly as he brought her palm to his lips and kissed it softly. "What do you think? Do we open our forbidden boxes, dump out all those emotions within them, and throw the boxes away?"
Sam brought his hand to her cheek and held it there as she gazed at him. "Yes. I believe that what Lantash is telling me is true. Martouf would want us to do this, for Lantash, for the child, and for us, because there are no longer any obstacles in our path. Our time has come, and we should take it, not throw it away."
Daniel stood beside the bed and held out his hand. "I agree. Let's go to bed, Sam."
Sam stopped just inside their bedroom door. "You know, I will thank the entire universe every day for the rest of my life for bringing you to me, and I meant what I said earlier. I like it when you talk about something you have discovered. It makes me happy to see you so happy."
"It makes me happy when you feel happy, too, Sam. Come on, let's see if we can't make Lantash happy and in the process make ourselves pretty darn happy too."
"I think I'd like that, Daniel."
Daniel turned his bedside lamp down on the lowest setting it could be on, which was basically little more than a few candles would throw. Sam went to the bathroom and when she came out she removed the long robe she'd been wearing, and Daniel caught his breath.
No doubt, Major Doctor Samantha Carter had chosen this gown because it was the "least" sexy of them all. What she failed to realize was that it clung to her curves and hinted at what lay there and the light threw shadows that hinted at mysteries hidden and waiting to be unwrapped. The thin straps begged to be pulled down to reveal the rest of the creamy breasts that were pushing against the liquid satin of the material. The slit up the side hid more than it exposed causing an urge to run a hand up there to see what wasn't being shown. The deep plunge in the back that stopped just shy of reaching the pearly globes screamed to be taken seriously. This was not a gown that would stay on a woman's body for any length of time, and he was surprised that she didn't realize it, but it was obvious that she didn't.
Sam frowned as Daniel continued to stare are her. "Daniel? Are you all right?"
He tried to say something once and nothing came out. Finally getting his voice back, he answered, "Sam, you wear something like that, and then ask if I'm okay? Jeez, no, I'm not okay. I think I might just embarrass myself before you even get into the bed. Come here woman, and do something about it before that happens to me, and I have to permanently bury the memories of tonight as too humiliating to remember."
Sam laughed, breaking the tension that was holding her, and she climbed into the bed leaning over Daniel, assuming he was playing with her to make her relax. She reached for him, to tease him, but gasped when she realized he had not been joking. He was that way, and he felt like velvet. Velvet covered steel.
She heard his hissing intake of breath. "Careful, Sam, I wasn't joking about embarrassing myself. I don't think I've ever wanted a woman as badly as I want you right now. There are years of pent up desire within me when it comes to you tonight."
She looked into his eyes and seeing the fire there felt an answering one flame to life in her. She reached over and drew his head toward hers, bringing their lips together, and he lowered them both to the bed. Then the kiss changed; no longer was it the soft sweet kiss of a new love being explored, but a deep yearning and explosion of excitement. This first time was not going to be the easy soft getting to know you loving that they had assumed it would be. They both needed too much, and they both needed it now.
"Oh, god, Daniel. I-I need you. I want you. You, Daniel. I want, I need you, tonight. Only you. Tell me, Daniel, please tell me what you want, what you need. I want to give you what you want from me—what you need from me."
"Sam. Sam, I just need you. I want you. Now, tonight, tomorrow, all of our tomorrows. I want to make love to you; I want you. I just want you. I need you. Come to me, Sam. Show me that you want me. Show me that you need me." Daniel moaned as his lips found hers again.
Finally gasping for breath, he pulled back from her and stripped the pajama bottoms from his hips. Turning to Sam, he helped her untangle the long gown and fling it across the bed and onto the floor. "Let me see you, Sam. Let me love you with my eyes, with my lips, with my hands, and then with my body. Let me love you tonight, Sam of my heart."
"Yes, Daniel, love me tonight. Love me tomorrow night. Just love me. And, I want to love you. Your body is wonderful, so strong. So very strong. I need to feel you loving me."
Daniel laughed gently, "You don't have to ask me twice for that, Sam, I'm more than happy to oblige. You have the softest lips. The very softest lips."
Daniel's lips met hers once more and teased them open gently. He explored her lips, then her cheeks, and her chin. He followed the line of her throat, nipping, kissing, laving, until she was gasping, wanting, needing, more from him. He traced the outline of her ear, and returned to the slenderness of her throat before moving at last to her shoulder.
With one hand, he held her head, his fingers entwined in her hair, as the other hand began to caress her body from hip to shoulder and back again.
While Daniel slowly caressed her body and heated her to flash point, Sam's hands were not idle. She caressed his shoulders and his arms, his chest and his waist.
His kisses invoked a low moan form her. He could not get enough of her. His lips roved from her lips to the sensitive side of her throat again. He looked into her eyes, but saw nothing except acceptance, and love looking back at him. Her eyes were open and there was no doubt in his mind that Sam was with him, and no one else. She didn't close her eyes and pretend he was another man. She was with him and only him. He swooped down and drowned in a long deep kiss.
She cried out into his kiss, crying out his name. Soon, they reached the stars together.
As she came back to earth, she realized that Lantash was awake and aware of her and her sensations, so she said to him, "Lantash, that was an indescribable feeling. It's almost too much sensory experience, an overload, but it's fantastic, extraordinary. Wow! That was...awesome."
Daniel couldn't ever remember feeling quite like this. He felt so completely relaxed and loved.
Slowly, they both returned to reality. Sam moaned and loosened her clasp on Daniel allowing him to move to her side. He pulled her with him until she was lying partway on top of him.
Neither said anything for a while as they lie there, heart rates slowing and breathing calming. Then finally, Daniel said, "Sam, that was pretty—no, it was very good—no that's not true, either; it was, it was amazing, Sam. It was just amazing. At least, it was for me. Thank you. Thank you for giving that to me."
Sam lifted her hand and touched her fingers to his lips. "Sh—sh. No, no, Daniel, don't thank me. I should be thanking you. I-I, it was like that for me, too. It was wonderful for me, too. I, Daniel, I wasn't expecting it to be like this, you know. I mean, I expected it to be good. I just didn't expect it to, to feel like this."
"I know you probably won't understand, but, it feels real to me, Daniel. I believe what Lantash told me earlier. This is real. What I feel for you, it isn't just a rebound thing because of what's happened, this is the true feeling that has been shut up for so long inside that forbidden box. It's what I feel for you, Daniel. So, thank you. I'm so glad. So very, very glad. I love you, Daniel Jackson."
"Oh, and, um, before I forget, Daniel, Lantash shared with me, so that he can share with you when you blend. He told me earlier that others have told him it is a wonderful gift to give a partner. I think you'll be glad he did. I wish I could explain how it felt but I can't, so you'll just have to wait and see for yourself, I guess."
Daniel looked fascinated. "Really? Wow, Sam."
"Oh, yeah, really." Sam wrinkled her brow trying to think of words to describe what she had felt. She couldn't, so she settled for saying, "It was a totally awesome experience. I wouldn't want it every time, it's just too intense. I just can't explain it, Daniel, other than to say it was a wonderful feeling."
"I'm glad you got to experience it, then." He moaned softly, and kissed her lightly. "We need the blankets and sheets, but I so do not want to move yet."
"Then don't. I'm fine for right now as long as you are, too."
Daniel chuckled, "All right, for just a minute or two." Minutes later, finally talking himself into it, he reached down and pulled the blankets and sheets up and around them. Then he reached up and turned out the lights. "The sharing thing that Lantash did with you, it sounds interesting. I'll look forward to it. You really felt it? That really is—intriguing."
He looked down at her, as she smiled up at him. "Our emotions, our feelings for one another are real. They are real for both of us. Don't ever doubt that. Sam of my heart, I love you," Daniel whispered against her lips as he took them in a soft gentle kiss that also said I love you.
Opening her eyes after that sweet caress, she answered, "No, I won't doubt it again. Not anymore." Then she yawned. "I can't believe how sleepy I am all of a sudden. I feel as if every bone in my body is melted. It's like I can't keep my eyes open."
Daniel smiled down at her. "Then we'd better get some sleep. I don't think either of us slept very good last night, so we'll both sleep better tonight, now that we are here and together. Tomorrow's a whole new day, and we'll start fresh again. Good night, Sam."
"Yes, we will. Good night, Daniel." Sam yawned again and snuggled down into the arms that were around her holding her firmly against the warmth of the hard masculine body next to her. She smiled sleepily against his shoulder and kissed him lightly, splaying her fingers across his chest, as she drifted off to sleep. She didn't see the answering smile, or feel the kiss that was pressed against the top of her head.
As the couple slept, Lantash checked on Samantha's body. Then he did a few complicated things with Daniel's newly deposited DNA, the egg he had readied and released after Sam and Daniel made love, and some chemicals and substances that Earth scientists were just beginning to find out about and barely noticed, as well as some that they still hadn't found and so knew nothing about. In about five days, he should be able to tell Samantha and Daniel that a sibling had joined his brother in her womb, and another layer of protection had been woven around Martouf, his, and Sam's child.
The newly fertilized egg was heading towards her womb. Five days younger than its brother, it would need special care, possibly for many days, to be sure that it would not be lost. Lantash would make very sure it was all right. By the time these children were born in nine months, whichever one they tested would now test showing paternity as Dr. Daniel Jackson. The masking was in place.
Though no earth science could tell you so, Lantash already knew that one would look very much like Daniel. And, the elder child, though not truly his, would have coloring similar enough that he, too, would resemble Daniel. Except, that is, for the blue-gray eyes with the lush dark lashes, the slightly wavier hair, and the dimple in his chin. Those were from Martouf.
TBC