WARNING THIS CHAPTER IS R RATED (OR MORE IF I AM MISTAKEN AS TO US RATINGS)

After we have eaten, Martouf has gathered what grass he could find, and used it to make a soft place to sleep, far enough from the fire that it won't be dangerous, but close enough for warmth. While he makes the bed, using one of the blankets on top of the grass, I go outside to find a place to relieve myself. All is quiet, but I dare not stay out there for long. I also start freezing immediately, so I hurry back inside where the fire assures the air is at least tepid. More than that you can't ask for without covering the entrance.

I gratefully crawl to bed, snuggling under the blanket, shivering a little. "Come join me - it's warmer that way, and you need sleep too," I say.

"I should keep guard," he argues.

"What will you do if a group of Jaffa come? We can't escape anywhere - besides, you said yourself it's unlikely they will be able to find this cave from the gliders and they won't send out people to search the entire mountains."

He hesitates, then nods. "You are correct. Lantash tells me I am a fool. I will join you in a moment. You are certain you do not mind?"

I smile. "I am certain."

We are both lying in the bed, huddled close together so the blanket will cover us both. Martouf is lying very close to me, holding me in his arms. I am warm again and feeling wonderful.

I am also naked, and he is only wearing his underwear, so my mind is quickly pulling my body along towards the gutter. Martouf is clearly affected as well, if the large bulge that presses again my ass is anything to judge by.

A fantasy from Jolinar is playing out again in my mind. She was once stranded much like this, together with Martouf and Lantash, and they made passionate love on just such a bed made of grass, The smell of the grass, coupled with the scent of Martouf, coupled with his body against my naked body... is making things difficult. I feel myself grow wet and horny. It would be so easy...

I try to push the thought aside. Martouf wants to wait, so we will wait, but I am not sure I will get any sleep! I cannot sleep without a hot kiss from them, though, as bad an idea as that probably is.

Martouf POV

How wonderful it is to hold Samantha like this! I close my eyes and just enjoy the feeling of her close to me. It has been so long since I held anyone, and Samantha is... She is my friend, perhaps... in time more, but I know Lantash feels more than friendship for her already now. Certainly lust, probably love. I am not ready for that, but I will admit to myself at least that I am... tempted.

~Samantha is in our arms, Martouf. Naked! I have longed for this! I so want to...~

~I know what you want! Your lecherous thoughts are not exactly subtle!~

~I love her! Yes, I also want to mate with her, and I think you do too!~

~I don't want to talk about it. Not yet.~ I tell Lantash. ~I just want to sleep.~

Lantash snorts. ~Good luck with that! Our shaft is so hard it is starting to ache. I am sure Samantha can feel the state of our arousal.~

~You must control our reaction!~ I beg, desperate.

Samantha makes a soft sound and moves in my arms, incidentally causing her butt to rub against my shaft. For a moment I forget everything else, and embarrassingly makes an instinctive thrust against her.

Lantash makes a mental 'sigh' and takes control. I feel relief. Whatever happens, at least I am not to blame. I also feel shame at thinking so. How can I just leave it to Lantash to fight against this desire? When a growing part of me don't even want to resist Samantha?

Lantash POV

I hold Samantha in my arms. She again sigh softly and move against me. Move her naked body against mine. She cannot doubt the reaction she is having on me. I want her so much, love her so much.

My shaft is hard, every breath I take brings the sweet smell of Samantha - and of her arousal. My heart is beating fast, and the blood is burning in my veins. Every instinct is telling me to mate with her, to sink my aching shaft into her and ride us both to completion. The only think I want more than my own pleasure is hers.

I cannot sleep like this!

"Samantha..." I speak, my voice hoarse. I intend to tell her - I do not know what.

Suddenly she turns in my arms and in the low light I see her smile seductively. "Kiss me, Lantash. Let me kiss you before we sleep."

As inadvisable as agreeing to that is, I cannot tell her no. Our lips meet before I have thought it through, and everything else ceases to be of importance.

Sam POV

I push my tongue into Lantash's mouth, deepening the kiss. It is wonderful, and I can't think of anything but how wonderful it is, and how much I want them. I slide a hand down to his ass, and squeeze it, enjoying the firmness. I caress his naked back, running my hand up to his neck. I drape one leg over him and push as close to him as possible, trapping his very large erection between us and he gasps into my mouth.

For a moment I realize what I am doing, and realize I should stop, but I cannot. I want him so much! I am not sure if I am Sam or if I am Jolinar, but right now I do not care. I am with the men I love and desire. Desire, so much...

I know exactly how to touch his neck so as to bring Lantash the most pleasure, and I press my fingers deftly to the right spots. My other hand sneaks down between us to fondle his shaft.

Lantash makes a groan and suddenly I find myself on my back, pushed down into the bed. His strong hands caress my naked body. He cups my breasts as he kisses me passionately. I let out a moan and throw my arms around him, hugging him to me.

"My wonderful Samantha," he murmurs hoarsely. "How I have dreamt of this!"

He tears off his underpants and carelessly flings them aside. He slips a hand down between my legs and starts pleasuring me.

"Lantash, Martouf!" I pant, suddenly desperately in need. "I want you! Please, I need you... need you in me!"

He gasps, and I feel the hot tip of his hardness against my wet entrance. Moments later I get what I want, when he thrusts into me, and for a long time nothing exists but love and pleasure.

When I wake up it is late night or very early morning. At first I don't remember what has happened or where I am, but then I feel Martouf's warm body close to me and hear his even breathing as he sleeps. I smile happily and snuggle up close to him, falling asleep again.

It is morning when I wake up, having heard some noise. I groggily open my eyes and looks for Martouf, and realizes he is not in the bed with me. "Martouf?" I call.

"Good morning, Samantha," Lantash answers, smiling at me. "I was going to wake you."

"Good morning, Lantash," I tell him, smiling back. I pull the blanket around me and gets up. "Martouf is still asleep?" I walk up to him and give him a warm kiss, which he returns, somewhat awkwardly and less enthusiastic than what I had hoped. "Do you regret what happened?"

"No, Samantha. Never!" Lantash shakes his head, and takes my hands, squeezing them firmly, but the smile has disappeared. Finally, he says what is on his mind, "No. But Martouf... is troubled. Unhappy."

I groan and realize immediately why. I feel so stupid. "Because we made love. I'm sorry. Really, I am. I mean, I'm not sorry we did it, but I am sorry we did... given the circumstances. I knew Martouf was not ready, I just... forgot. Hoped he had changed his mind." I look down and feel angry at myself. Ashamed. "I'm so sorry. He must hate me."

"No, Samantha, he does not! He blames himself as much as he blames me." Lantash sighs. "He needs time to think... and we need to talk, but right now you should get dressed. Trilkas is here to pick us up. He landed his teltac nearby and we have to hurry before we are discovered by the Jaffa. They are still searching by deathglider."