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10. Preparations

As soon as Sam had closed the door to their hotel room, Martouf took her hands in his and pulled her close, kissing her. The kiss started out soft and gentle, but quickly grew in intensity.

Sam embraced Martouf and kissed him deeply, sliding a hand to his neck. Reacting to a memory from Jolinar, and the movement she sensed under the skin, she caressed him, finding the exact spots where Lantash could be best stimulated.

Martouf made a hoarse sound and pushed her up against the wall, starting to tear at her clothing. Sam moaned deeply and continued pleasuring Lantash - and thus his host as well.

At the back of her head she knew that they did not have time for this. Breathing heavily and with her heart beating like crazy, she forced herself to push Martouf away.

"Samantha?" he asked, arousal mingling with worry on his face. "Did I do something wrong?" He got a crestfallen expression.

"No, Martouf! No, not at all. It's just... we really need to get ready for the party."

He took a deep breath and nodded. "You're right. I apologize."

Sam smiled and gave him a quick kiss. "Don't. You have nothing to apologize for." She walked over to her bag and found the clothes she was going to wear - picking some of the sexy lingerie she had brought as well. "I'll be quick!" She disappeared into the bathroom.

She appeared again about half an hour later, newly showered and wearing the new blue dress.

Martouf dropped the shirt he had been holding and just looked at her, his mouth slightly agape.

He slowly looked at her from top to bottom, then down over her again. The dress was a wonderful blue colour, and fell almost to her ankles, but leaving her matching high-heel shoes mostly visible. It had spaghetti straps, a plunging v-neck, and a long slit running all the way to her upper left thigh.

Eventually Martouf's eyes flashed as Lantash took control. He smiled at her, and continued to ogle her, completely shameless. "You are stunning, Samantha!"

Sam smiled. "Thank you, Lantash."

He picked up the shirt Martouf had dropped, along with the other pieces of clothing he was going to wear. "I better dress before I come out here again - or else we may never get to the reunion tonight at all." He gave Sam a quick kiss and a naughty grin as he passed her on the way to the bathroom.

She looked after him, slightly dazed. This was all happening so quickly. However, she was very much looking forward to tonight, when they returned from the reunion. In fact, she seriously considered skipping that part all together and just staying in the hotel room with Martouf and Lantash.


Sam was idly watching a TV program when Martouf/Lantash exited the bathroom. She turned around, and immediately smiled widely when she saw him.

"Wow! You look fantastic!" she exclaimed, openly admired him. The dark suit fitted him like it was made for him, and the white dress shirt was just perfect.

"Thank you, Samantha." Martouf looked pleased. "I must admit your version of 'nice clothing' is very different from what I have seen before. Particularly this." He held up the tie. "Is this really necessary?"

"Well, I guess it's not absolutely necessary, but we were told to dress fairly formal, so if you don't mind..."

"No problem, Samantha." He sighed softly. "However, will you help me put it on? I do not seem to be able to do it correctly, despite you showing me when we had bought it."

"Sure, let me do it."

Sam held out her hand, and he gave her the tie. She put it around his neck, and deftly tied it.

"You're very good at that."

"Lots of experience. You have to wear ties with dress uniforms for all sorts of formal or semi-formal situations."

"I am sorry to hear that. For your sake, I mean. It is uncomfortable."

Sam nodded. "You get used to it." She hesitated. "It doesn't hurt Lantash in any way, does it?"

Martouf shook his head. "No, it does not. It is merely an unpleasant sensation - for both of us."

"You look good in it, though." Sam smiled and gave him a light kiss on the cheek, then grinned and rubbed the lipstick off. "Sorry."

He sat down on the bed to put on socks and shoes. He then went to his bag, from which he withdrew a small bag. The one he had brought from the Tok'ra.

"I have something for you, Samantha." He smiled mysteriously.

"For me? What is it?" she asked, curious.

"You never wear any jewelry - and you haven't brought any now, so I hope this is not unwelcome." He looked concerned, and held up a necklace.

"Oh, it is beautiful!" Sam exclaimed, stepping closer. "I didn't bring any jewelry because I forgot about it. I don't wear any normally, because of my work, but I do wear it for special occasions."

She touched the pendant of the gold necklace he was holding. It was a fairly large sapphire, held in a sort of cage made by thin gold strands.

"I choose it because the colour of the stone made me think of your eyes," Martouf said. "Though your eyes are so much more beautiful."

"Thanks." Sam blushed. "It is gorgeous. The necklace is gorgeous - but you shouldn't give me something so expensive."

Martouf looked confused. "Why not? You like it, and I want to give it to you. The Tok'ra have no shortage of funds, if that is your concern. We often find gems and various valuable metals with our tunnel crystals. We have all the jewelry we could ever need - and we use a lot, whenever we go undercover as Goa'uld."

"Okay. In that case - thank you." She smiled at him.

"Then will you let me put it on you now?" Martouf asked, opening the clasp of the necklace. "I believe it would look good together with your dress."

She nodded. "I'd like that."

She turned and stood before a mirror, and Martouf stepped up behind her and hanged the necklace around her neck, closing the clasp.

"It does look good on you, Samantha." He kissed her neck. "Very good."

She looked at her reflection in the mirror. "It's very beautiful, and it matches the rest of the outfit perfectly. Thank you." She turned and gave him a kiss.

He smiled, and returned the kiss. "I have some matching earrings for you as well." He picked them up from the small bag and held out his hand with the jewelry on the palm.

Sam smiled and took them. "Wow, they're very nice!"

She studied the delicate work, and the small sapphires. She put them on and again looked in the mirror. The jewelry looked perfect together with the dress.

"You are so beautiful, Samantha." Martouf looked at her, unable to stop himself from staring at the wide expansion of cleavage, with the pendant of the necklace calling even more attention to it. He let his gaze slide to her dress, which hugged her body in an extremely flattering way, and to the long slit that showed the side of her leg. He swallowed. "Very, very attractive."

Sam felt herself blush under his intense gaze. "Um, thank you. Listen, we need to get going. The cab is probably waiting."

"Cab?" Martouf wondered, shaking himself from his reverie.

"Taxicab - or taxi or cab. A vehicle for hire," Sam explained.

He looked confused. "Did you not say the vehicle we rented in the... airport would remain available for our use until we return to Colorado Springs?"

Sam nodded. "Yes, but this is a vehicle for hire with a driver. He - or she - will drive us to the reunion and then when we wish to return we will call for another one."

"I see... forgive me for still being bewildered... the reason you cannot drive yourself is that for some reason that is not done in situations such as this?"

Sam laughed. "The reason is that I'd like to be able to drink a glass or two of wine - or some other alcohol, and that's not a good idea when you are going to drive. It's illegal - and it could be very dangerous as alcohol affects your judgement and balance - and such."

"It does, and I am a fool for not realizing this. Tok'ra are very resistant to the effects of alcohol, but humans are not, and I should have remembered that." Martouf looked bashful.

"Don't worry about it," Sam said, taking his hand and squeezing it. "Come - the taxi is waiting."



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