23. A Motel.


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). Go to Symbiotica, click 'Titles', then 'G', and scroll down to find the fic.


"Well, all things considered, he took it better than I might have done," O'Neill said, starting the car.

Argent snorted. "I suppose. He may even forgive me - sometime next century, perhaps."

"I was under the impression Tau'ri did not live that much longer than other humans?" Martouf asked.

"It's just something you say - it means it'll take a very long time before he'll forgive him," Daniel explained.

"I see." Martouf nodded. "I am sorry we have caused problems between you and your friend."

Argent shook his head. "It's all right. This situation is certainly unusual enough that solving it takes precedence over everything else."

"Well, your sister has picked up the evidence... I assume they're going somewhere safe, now?" Jacob asked.

"Yes. Somewhere safe. I hope you don't mind, but I'd prefer not to say anything more about it."

"Nah, that's fine. Makes sense. If we're captured there's no reason there's any more people who are able to give away their location than necessary," O'Neill said. "It's getting late - we should find a place to eat - and stay for the night. Argent - do you know any places around here?"

"I actually don't know this area well, but I think there's some sort of motel a few miles further along this road. There should be a restaurant there too."

"I'll keep an eye out for it," O'Neill said. They drove a little further. "Is it the truck stop up ahead?"

"Yes, there should be a motel there too... I hope."

"You hope?" O'Neill snorted.

"I'm fairly sure, okay?" Argent said, defensively.


There actually was a large motel beside the truck stop, and after eating, the very tired group went there, hoping to get some much needed sleep before their journey to Colorado Springs.

There were no large rooms available, and with 7 people it was not surprising the motel had no rooms all could fit in. Instead they got 6 rooms, adjacent to each other. Teal'c, who only needed to do his kel'no'reem for a short time, would share O'Neill's room, and would otherwise keep guard.

They did not expect anyone to be able to find them there, especially not that quickly, but it was probably better to have someone keep watch anyway.

"All right, guys. It's finally time to get some sleep," O'Neill said. "We're probably safe, so we should be able to relax."

"I agree. One thing, though - I noticed the rooms were interconnected two by two - it may be a good idea to keep that door unlocked. If someone should find us, they may not have the manpower to storm all the rooms at the same time, and the door between the rooms could be a way to escape," Jacob suggested.

O'Neill nodded. "Good idea. Not that I think we're going to need it." He yawned. "Well, I'm off to bed. Good night!"


Sam had just finished her very quick shower, and was heading towards the nice big bed that was beckoning her, when she heard someone knocking at the door that connected her room to the adjacent one.

She knew Martouf had that room, and immediately wished she was wearing something else. Something nicer. She did not even have a pyjamas or a nightgown, but was only wearing a large t-shirt and panties. At least the clothing was clean. She sighed, and opened the door.

Martouf stood there, with a somewhat embarrassed expression on his face. The expression was quickly replaced by one of appreciation, as he allowed his gaze to sweep over her. He smiled. "You are beautiful, as always, my Samantha."

"Thanks." She blushed a little under his intense, appreciative look. "Um, did you want something?" She immediately felt like kicking herself for the stupid question.

Martouf seemed to shake himself out of a trance. "Yes. Samantha, I am sorry to disturb you. I realize you wish to go to sleep as quickly as possible, but I was wondering if you would help me with something first?"

"Uh, sure. What?"

"I wished to bathe before sleeping, but I am afraid I cannot get the shower mechanism to work. I know you have shown it to me previously, but no water is coming out, so I must be doing something wrong." He again looked somewhat embarrassed.

"No problem. I'll take a look at it."

"Thank you."

They went into his bathroom, and Sam tried turning on the shower. No water came out. The setup looked to be identical to the one in her room. She fiddled with it for some time, before she had to give up. "I think it's broken. We should probably complain to the hotel staff, but we can do that tomorrow. You can use my bathroom, if you want to."

"I would like that. Thank you, Samantha."


Sam was sitting on her bed, idly watching a news program when Martouf/Lantash exited the bathroom after showering. She looked up, smiling as she saw him. He was wearing only a towel, hanging loosely around his hips, and he carried his clothes in a bundle.

The news program was forgotten immediately, and Sam ogled him, very much enjoying the sight of him.

"Do you like what you see, Samantha?" Lantash asked, smugly.

Sam blushed. "Um... yes, yes, I do," she admitted, a bit ashamed to have been discovered.

He got a pleased expression, and with a mischievous glint in his eyes he threw the clothes casually on a chair and walked towards where she was sitting. The towel fell off him, and he was naked. It was obvious he was not bothered in the least by that.

Sam blushed deeper, but she did not look away. Instead, she fully enjoyed the sight of him, letting her gaze slide over his body as he walked the rest of the way to her. It was clear what he had been thinking about, as evidenced by his body's reaction.

He held out his hands to her, and she took them, letting him pull her to a standing position. He gazed deeply into her eyes, and Sam inhaled sharply at the open desire in his intense, blue-grey eyes. She was very attracted to him, and she felt her heart beat faster as Lantash slowly leaned closer, until his mouth was mere inches from hers.

She closed the short gap between them, capturing his lips with hers. Pleased, Lantash smiled against her lips and returned the kiss.

"My sweet, beautiful Samantha..." He entwined his fingers with hers and pressed his body closely against hers.

She she closed her eyes and kissed him, letting her hands slide up over his arms, to his shoulders, then down his back, embracing him tightly.

Lantash put his arms around her as well, and kissed her hungrily, dipping his tongue into her mouth. She returned the heated kiss, allowing her passion for him to show. When they finally broke the intense kiss to get some air, Sam was feeling dizzy. She looked into Lantash's eyes, which were dark with desire.

They gazed into each others eyes for a few moments, before Lantash kissed her again, softly at first, then with more passion. Soon they were both pulling at her clothing, wanting to get it off as soon as possible.

Both finally naked, they tumbled to the bed together...


Sam smiled at Lantash, and snuggled up to him. He gave her a warm kiss. "We love you so much, Samantha." He kissed her again.

"I love you too, Lantash and Martouf." She kissed him, and laid her head down on his chest, sighing satisfied.

He wrapped an arm around her and pulled a blanket over them both. They soon fell asleep in each others arms.