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11. Happiness - and Some Talk (NC-17 for sex, Janet/Malek)


"Janet?" Malek whispered, after knocking on her door.

She opened it, smiling. "Come in, Malek, sweetie."

He entered and she shut the door, then immediately threw her arms around him.

"Did you miss me?" He smiled at her.

She gave him a warm kiss. "Mmm, and I was really worried while you guys were out rescuing SG-1."

"Successfully." He kissed her.

"Yes." She smiled. "Of course." She pulled at the t-shirt he was wearing. "Now, stop talking and get into my bed!"

"So forceful! My Tau'ri!" He grinned and quickly dropped pants and t-shirt on a chair. He let his gaze slide over Janet. She was wearing a short, almost sheer nightdress - and obviously no underwear. "Now where did you get that piece of clothing? Johan and I like it very much!"

"Good. I am pleased both you and your host approve. Not that I was in any doubt..." She winked at him, looking at the large erection he was sporting. Then she suddenly gave him a push, making him fall backwards down on the bed. She jumped after him and straddled him.

Malek groaned and thrust upwards, the tip of his cock entering her. "Janet!" He grabbed her hips and pulled her down over him, making them both hiss.

"N... naughty!" Janet gasped.

He ran his hands up her sides, to her breasts, filling his hands with them. "Oh, but you did not really want me to be able to resist the temptation, did you? You are so very tempting..."

Janet smiled. "No, I most certainly did not!" She wiggled her ass, stimulating his cock with her pussy and making Malek gasp again from the sensation. "Now behave!" She swatted his hands away.

She raised herself over him and slid down again, slowly and deliberately, again and again. Malek grabbed the sheets hard, fighting not to grab hold of her hips again, or turn them over and start thrusting into her hard, like he and his host wanted to.

Janet rode him slowly, each time sliding all the way down over him, then moving her hips in a small circle, rubbing herself against him. She repeated this again and again, moving a little faster each time.

"Janet..." Malek groaned, his hands going to her hips. "Please..."

She bit her lower lip as she pushed herself down over him, faster and harder now. She moaned and nodded. "Yes, you may... thrust..."

She squealed and closed her eyes, letting out a loud groan as he bucked up against her and pulled her down at the same time. They began moving together, and loud slaps could be heard in the room from their thrusting. It took a very short time before Janet cried out as she came, with Malek letting out a roar as he joined her moments later.

They collapsed together in a heap, with Janet suddenly giggling. "You shouldn't cry out like that... you'll wake the others." She grinned a little sheepishly. "They'll say something."

"The Tok'ra will not - and if the Tau'ri do... well, I do not care if everyone knows of my love for you." He smiled, very happy.

"Samantha?" Martouf asked.

She turned to look at him, and smiled. "Martouf."

"Forgive me, but should you not be asleep? You have gone through quite an ordeal, and your body needs rest."

Sam nodded. "I probably should." She yawned. "It's just... I woke up, and couldn't fall asleep again. What about you?"

"It is my turn to stand guard."

"Ah. Well, I'll look forward to talking to you tomorrow, then."

"I will go and relieve Aldwin in a little while. Since Teal'c is there as well, it is not urgent." He took a step closer to her. "Would you like to talk? Perhaps it will help you put to rest any troubled thoughts that might be keeping you awake."

Sam snorted, then shook her head. "I'm afraid it'll take more than talk to do that. If I remember correctly - I was pretty tired yesterday - then the aliens have infiltrated much of the top of the military and police, as well as many governmental branches. The aliens can masquerade as anyone we know, and we have no way of disrupting that damn device!"

"Samantha, I have full confidence in you being able to find a new way to disrupt the mimetic device. As for the rest? Yes, it is a formidable enemy, but I believe we have a good chance of succeeding, together."

"Thanks." She have him a half-smile. "It's wonderful to have you guys here, at least."

Martouf smiled. "We are very pleased with your presence here as well." He took her hand. "Yours particularly, Samantha. We had been very worried for you."

She nodded, then shook her head. "It's just still so confusing, you being alive. I mean, you obviously are, but..."

"But in the hallucination - or simulation, is perhaps a better word - that the aliens kept you in, I was dead."

"Yes. Along with my dad, Janet, Aldwin - most of the Tok'ra, actually. Most of the Goa'uld too. And... and the Asgard."

"I'm sorry. It must have been very unpleasant."

Sam snorted. "Unpleasant is putting it mildly."

"Sorry, I did not mean to denigrate it. To you it was real," Martouf said.

"Fortunately, it was not. I'm really glad you weren't a zatarc."

"Zatarc?" Martouf wondered.

"Yeah, you know, a brainwashed assassin. The victim of Goa'uld mind-control technology."

He frowned. "There have certainly been instances where Goa'uld have tried to brainwash humans - or even Jaffa - but doing so to a Tok'ra would be very difficult and take a very long time."

"Um, according to Anise it could be done in moments."

Martouf shook his head. "That, I believe, would be impossible. It would have to be the symbiote who was brainwashed, since it could just take over if the host was compromised - and then cure the host. Not only would the symbiote need to be brainwashed, but also turned Goa'uld, since the host would have to be suppressed."

"Uh, so no way to brainwash a Tok'ra without them knowing, and without it really being the symbiote then pretending to be the host?"

Martouf dipped his head, giving Lantash control. "Samantha, what you suggest would not be possible. At least not without technology far above anything the Tok'ra or the Goa'uld have encountered. Please believe me."

Sam sighed. "I do. It was clearly just part of the hallucination. Makes sense. I'm just really glad that's the case." She yawned mightily. "Sorry."

"You are tired. Do you think you can sleep now?"

"Soon," Sam said. "It helps to talk."

Lantash nodded. "Would you like some tea? Janet has some that is soothing, for when you have trouble sleeping."

Sam smiled wryly. "Chamomile? She's tried getting me to drink it before."

"You do not like it? The version we've got here has lavender in it too, and I find the taste to be agreeable." He smiled. "Especially if you add honey."

"I wouldn't have thought it had an effect on you guys - or that you needed it."

"We can neutralize any effect, that is true. We can also decide not to. You are correct that we can induce sleep if we want to, that the symbiote can release calming chemicals into the host's bloodstream... however, a cup of warm tea can still be, well, soothing," Lantash admitted, giving her a wry smile.

Sam smiled. "I understand. And yes, I'd like a cup." She hesitated. "I understand if you need to leave, but I would like it if you could stay a little longer and keep me company."

"I will make a cup for us each," Lantash said, smiling.

Next morning, when they had finished clearing the table and putting the leftover food from the breakfast away, they all went to the living room to sit down.

"All right, time to make a plan," O'Neill said. "Yesterday we talked about needing a way to tell if someone is who they say they are, of if they're really one of those Targs, wearing a mimetic device."

"Right. That should be one of our top priorities - seeing as if we'll probably need it if we're to convince anyone we're not crazy," Jacob added.

"Carter - did you have any idea how to fix that disruption device of yours? Making it work for the new version of the mimetic devices?" O'Neill asked.

Sam considered it for a moment, then she shrugged. "I'm not sure, really. There's several ways they could have changed their device, but I believe disrupting it with an audio signal should still work. Problem is, they may have protected it with something."

"Such as...?" O'Neill asked.

"I don't know. It would be difficult to block out an audio signal when you want the... being using the device to be able to hear what's going on around them, and what's said to them."

"But not impossible, since they know which frequencies are involved," Lantash said. "They could perhaps use a variation of a forceshield to filter the sounds out that disrupts the device's function."

"Selmak agrees," Jacob said. "It's likely what they've done."

"Okay, we don't have that much experience with forceshields, but if you guys think we can find a way to adjust for it, then it shouldn't be too much of a problem disturbing the mimic device - even if they've managed to make it less sensitive or changed the frequencies it's sensitive to," Sam said.

"We can. We probably have something we can use on the teltac, but we will need something more from a Tau'ri electronics store," Lantash said.

"We would also need a test subject," Malek said. "Don't forget that."

"Well, if you know where the aliens hang out, then we can probably get you one. We did get a look at some of the people that was in the facility with us, so I guess it's just finding one of those walking around," O'Neill suggested.

"That doesn't sound so easy," Daniel said. "We only had time to check around briefly, so we'd need luck to run into one of the aliens masquerading as one of those."

"We'll find a way," O'Neill insisted.

"Okay, in that case I suggest we go to Colorado Springs. It's alien headquarters, and since most of the people from the Air Force you could have seen at the facility is probably there, it'll be the most likely place to find us our test subject," Jacob said.

"SG-1 will go," O'Neill said.

"No. Sorry, Jack, but I don't think that's a good idea. They're looking for you. Especially now."

"Right. They obviously know we were rescued. Which means they'll be looking for you too, I guess," O'Neill reminded him.

"They only got a good look at Malek, but yeah, he can't go," Jacob said.

"You will need someone from SG-1, in order to recognize probable aliens," Teal'c said. "I will go."

Jacob nodded. "You're the best option, I agree. Jack and Daniel are both 'known', since the aliens pretending to be them were highly placed."

"What about me, then?" Sam said.

"You should stay and relax, Sam," Janet said. "You've only just recovered from a very bad infection, which could have killed you."

"I'm fine."

"You are, but your body has been through a lot. And the three of you are still weak from not using your muscles for months," Janet said. Besides, you need to help constructing that device."

Sam nodded reluctantly. "Right. Okay."

"Teal'c, Aldwin, and I goes," Jacob said. "The rest of you find out what you need to make that device. Also, Lantash - or you, Sam - should check if there is any talk among the aliens about us."

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