Something In The Water

TITLE: Something In The Water
AUTHOR: Trish Williams
EMAIL: bartricia_w@yahoo.com
CATEGORY: Romance, Angst, Action/Adventure
PAIRING: Sam/Jack, Teal'c/other
SPOILERS: Children of the Gods, The Broca Divide, Crystal Skull, Fire And Water, Urgo, The Serpent's Lair
SEASON / SEQUEL: Set during the 3rd season.
RATING: NC-17
CONTENT WARNINGS: Graphic language, strong sexual content and explicit sex.
SUMMARY: SG-1 returns from visiting a planet where, in exchange for technology, they were manipulated in providing something unusual in return ...
STATUS: Complete
DISCLAIMER: Our God, MGM/UA, who art the owner of all things Stargate SG-1, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, Showtime/Viacom's will be done, by Double Secret and Gekko Productions on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this fanfiction, which is my daily bread, and forgive me my trespasses as I twist thine stories into those that fulfill my fantasies. For thine characters are owned by you, and you have the power and the glory while I enjoy the fantasy for no pay or sexual favors, forever and ever, amen. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author. This story may not be posted elsewhere without the consent of the author.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story appeared in the first issue of the Stargate SG-1 fanzine, Circ Kakona. It is out of its statute of limitations and I have permission from the publisher to post it on the Internet. Mucho thanks to Tracy for publishing it and Miki for editing it into 'shape'. In the grand scheme of my canon, this story fits in right after 'Undiscovered Country' and before 'Heroes and Demons'. As always, constructive feedback is appreciated and will be rewarded with virtual chocolate. All flames will go into my virtual 'circular file'.

by Trish Williams

Copyright 2000

Here we go again.

Yeah, sure, you betchaI'm Colonel Jack O'Neill, fearless explorer who seeks out new weapons to battle those damn snakeheads known as the Goa'uld. Of course, in the process, the members of my team and I have been shot and at, resurrected, infected, possessed, taken over by alien parasites, and oh yes, have gotten the shit beat out of us on occasion. But we've had our fair share of kicking ass and taking names too. If you would have talked to me a week ago, I'd have told you that the things I and my team have to subject ourselves to in order get technology to save Earth's butt from those mother ... goa'ulds don't amaze me any more.

That is, until P7Z-969.

I'm just sitting here, waiting for everyone to file in with nothing but a lone coffeepot, six cups and an anxious General Hammond to keep me company. I've been through countless debriefings for 'gate missions and they're usually pretty standard. As if the fates have decided yet again to have a twisted sense of humor, the one for our visit to P7Z-969 would be anything but. I'd bet you dollars to doughnuts everyone is going to be sitting here, trying not to look guilty and trying to figure out what to say in the briefing that won't totally incriminate them. Come to think of it, there isn't any part of this mission that we can talk about that wouldn't. At least we have that good 'ol standby excuse that usually gets us out of deep doo-doo with the brass in situations like this.

Being UAIUnder Alien Influence.

And here's Teal'c, casually walking through the door with his hands clasped behind his back. Our resident Jaffa gives me a cursory nod of the head before deciding which seat to take. Now here's the thingusually he's the first person out of the infirmary and the first one at the debriefing. Never mindI know why he's late. It just surprised me that he didn't show up with someone else in tow ...

"You are early, O'Neill," he remarked, standing behind his selected seat.

I just grinned at him. "Yeah? And you're late," I said.

"I do believe I am, 'on time' as you say."

Teal'c is pretty short on words and usually doesn't say much to anyone before a debriefing. Of course, once he gets started he's got one hell of a talent for recall. I can't tell if the gory details of this mission will make him embarrassed or amused. Knowing this Jaffa's sense of humor, my money is riding on him being amused. I know he's getting a kick out of how we are in awe of him yet again after what happened during this mission.

"Hi," Sam said sheepishly to me as she walked in. She didn't waste a nanosecond looking at me before looking at Teal'c. "So, Teal'c, how's it going?"

After translating her sentence, he said, "It goes well, Major Carter."

Well, I guess I'm chopped liver seeing as she decides to take the seat furthest away from me. Come to think of it, I should be a bit more understanding. This latest mission was tough on all of us. We're both going to have a bit of trouble getting back to normal (or what passes for normal around this place) after this. We're going to have to talk about what happened sooner or later. Avoiding it is like ignoring a pink elephant in the living room. As soon as we finish getting Hammond clued in as to what happened on the planet, she and I are going to have a little talk.

Daniel is the last one in. He's habitually late to debriefings. God knows why but me-- I'm thinking it's genetic. Don't get me wrong, I've got much respect for the guy, but he has absolutely no concept of time most days. Of course, he'd accuse me of saying everyone had to be on military time. I think it's a trait of being an ...

Suddenly, I hear a thud and then the soft splat of a notepad. If Danny boy hadn't come in first I could have sworn it was him.

"Are you okay?" Sam said to the woman who had fallen to the floor. Teal'c rushed to her side.

The clumsy heap on the floor is the ringer of our team for this latest mission, Ms. Doctor Michaela PorterSGC R&D engineer extraordinaire. She's on extended loan to us from the Groom Lake facility--Area 51 as it is best known. Kayla's like Carter with the ability to overwhelm us lesser-educated folks with techno babble, and like Daniel considering her pet hobby is ancient cultures. Unlike Rothman, another ringer we've had on more occasions than I'd like, she can be a people person if she's in the mood. She's got a mouth like me except she knows when to stop pushing people's buttons. We split up two years ago because I hadn't figured that out yet and I still haven't to this day. Out of all of us, I'm worried that being under an alien influence has got her really spooked. Talk about baptism by fire ...

"Having a little trouble, Doc?" I said, knowing perfectly why she wasn't her usual poised self.

"Sorry I'm late," the dark-skinned engineer said, trying to adjust her glasses as Teal'c helped her up. "Doctor Feelgood held me longer than I expected. And she gave me some kind of muscle relaxant. I think she gave me too much."

Oh trust me, she was having trouble walking way before the Napoleonic power-monger gave her the meds.

"And how did we enjoy our after-mission physical?" I asked, shooting Teal'c a look that he answered with a raised eyebrow.

" I didn't," she told me as she collected her papers from off the floor. "When I promised Doctor Frasier and her crew some chocolate she decided to hold off on the full body cavity search this time." I can't help but grin at the wry smile she tossed my way as she slid into a seat next to Teal'c.

How fitting.

Let me explain a little here. Recently, Teal'c has been engaging in that lovely Earth ritual known as 'dating'. Okay, well maybe not official 'dating' but he's been scoping out a few women at the SGC (and trust me, there are precious few to choose from considering how few of them are stationed here). And after a few weeks, he seems to have narrowed his main prospect down to the very lovely engineer seated next to him. This, of course, is not public knowledge. The only reason I know about it is because Carter told me Teal'c asked her about Tauri mating rituals. You think he'd ask me instead of her but I digress ...

Now, I can't see how or why these two have gotten together. Teal'c has that reserved demeanor, doesn't show much emotion, and hardly gets any Earth metaphors although he's much better than he used to be at getting them. Kayla has that cutting sense of humor hidden behind the faade of a Southern Baptist Sunday school marm who had fallen from grace, coupled with a tendency to say whatever is on her mind. And they both have that annoying ability to raise an eyebrow and act stubborn and obstinate when it suits them.

I take it backthey're perfect for each other.

My bemused expression erases as General Hammond clears his throat, indicating the debriefing is about to begin.

"Colonel O'Neill, let's start with you," he said, gently tugging at his shirt. "The technology you've brought back from P7Z-969 is absolutely amazing. The naquada, the sonic weapons, the various medicinal plants."

"And there's more where that came from," Sam added. "And they are fully open to technology exchange with us."

Saying Hammond looked excited would have been an understatement. "Tell me more about these sonic weapons," he said, folding his hands on the table.

"They're akin to the sonic technology used by the Goa'uld," Kayla said, obviously trying to avoid Teal'c's gaze. "Instead of using it for simple grenades, they've applied it to various defense applications."

"That grenade was anything but simple," I told her.

Kayla flipped me off with a look and continued. "They've constructed a sidearm to help repel a Goa'uld attack should they reach the ground. I've brought back a few for study and sent two of them out to Area 51."

"Teal'c?" Hammond asked, turning his attention to the dark-skinned Jaffa. "What's your take on this?"

"Doctor Porter is indeed correct in her assessment of Bhramian weapons technology," he said, turning his attention to Hammond. "However, should several legions of Jaffa come through the stargate, these devices alone may not be enough to repel them. Their ground troops are small in number."

"But to their credit, they've also got this sonic defense grid around their planet that seems to have an adverse effect on the Goa'uld," Kayla added. "Major Carter and I plan to collaborate on how we can use this technology to help defend ourselves against them."

Hammond appeared to be more than pleased. "The two of you seemed to have worked well together," he said, looking directly at Teal'c and Kayla.

Teal'c bowed his head slightly. "We did indeed General Hammond," he said, giving Kayla another direct glance. She quickly dropped her eyes to the notepad in front of her.

Oh General, you don't know the half of it ...

"So Colonel, mind telling me what we had to provide in exchange for all of this technology?"

"General Hammond," I declared as I smacked the table with my hand. "I hope you've brought a change of underwear. You're going to need it."

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

I have a disturbing feeling about this mission.

Ever since Doctor Porter was put on the team to return to the planet, I have felt unsettled. Of course, it is mostly for personal reasons. From what I remember of that briefing, Doctor Porter was not anxious to join us ...

"Since your recon mission on P7Z-969 showed no physical threat," General Hammond deducted, "we're now treating this as a diplomatic mission with an emphasis on technology transfer. Because of that, I'd like Dr. Porter to accompany the SG-1 team when it returns to the planet."

Doctor Porter did not seem comfortable with the General's assessment. "Not to discount your faith in me General," she said. "But isn't Major Carter the scientist? New discoveries are her territory. I'm just the engineer who comes up with stuff from what she finds."

"I need Major Carter to concentrate on what scientific theories and technology can be developed for future use. I want you on this team to find out what can be reverse-engineered or adapted for use right now."

"Understood."

"Well, the lady can shoot," O'Neill said. "I guess she won't cause any real trouble."

'Teal'c, I'd like for you to work with Dr. Porter on this mission both in assessing their weapons capability and for her protection. Not to say I don't trust the people of this world but considering what happened on P7Z-549, she may become a target. I can't afford for her to fall into enemy hands."

"I will be vigilant," I said.

Before I began spending time with Doctor Porter (Kayla as she requested I call her when not in a formal setting) some questioned why I would choose to be with such a woman. For reasons I cannot understand, human males at the SGC have spoken that she is unapproachable and incapable of feeling emotion. The woman they speak of surely is not the one whose smile and conversation I look forward to in her office during late evenings at the SGC. Somehow, she has been able to show me a part of this world that the members of SG-1 have not been able. Through her, I am able to touch the descendants of my ancestors, and reach a part of myself that at one time was free from the Goa'uld. But that is only one of the many reasons why she has endeared herself to me.

Some wonder why I have chosen to pursue her, but they do not inquire of me. Instead, her own kind have resorted to interrogation and speaking ill of her when she is not present. I hear the whispering when they think she is not paying attention. I know of the confrontation she had with Lieutenant Johnson and how he accused her of 'sleeping with the enemy'. I cannot tell you the satisfaction I felt when she told him his accusation had more to do with her turning down his sexual advances towards her than his 'concern' of the depth of her involvement with me. Ever since he attempted to assault me while under the influence of the alien virus he brought back from the Land of Darkness on P3X-797, our working relationship has been somewhat tenuous. And the ongoing rivalry between SG-1 and SG-3 does not help matters. It would not be unexpected for him to drive a wedge of mistrust between she and I.

Tauri menthey are ill equipped to truly know what it is to please a woman. On their world, sexual relations seem to favor the pleasure of males. Jaffa males are taught at an early age that the total sexual satisfaction of a Jaffa female will result in a higher chance of conception, production of strong offspring, mutual pleasure for both parties, and to insure the female's fidelity. If Lieutenant Johnson's intention were to pursue sexual relations with Doctor Porter, he would be well advised to do so quickly. For once I do, I highly doubt he could pleasure her well as I can.

And I doubt she would want to be bothered with him.

Engaging in sexual relations with Doctor Porter has been on my thoughts for quite some time. She has an unfair advantage over the few women at the SGC in that her body shape is not hidden behind the uniforms worn by the female warriors. It is that, along with an undeniable attraction towards her that fuels my desire. It is possible for a Jaffa male and a human female to mate, but it must be done with even more care and precision than were I to do so with my own kind.

However, it is because of her body that she was almost killed on P7Z-549. She had gone there with SG-11 on a naquada mining expedition. The native people thought she was Jaffa and they attacked the outpost. Several members of the team were killed, and Kayla was very badly injured. I still remember the unsettling feeling when I received word she had been hurt and was in the infirmary. I stayed at her bedside until she awakened. Ever since that fateful day, I cannot help but worry what will happen if and when she goes through the stargate again. Until this incident, it was she who worried about my safety each time I left on a mission.

"He's got that look on his face again," O'Neill said to me as we stood in front of the event horizon.

"What look?" Kayla asked as she adjusted her sidearm.

"That he doesn't trust where we're going but he's doing it anyway?" Major Carter asked as she ascended the ramp.

O'Neill watched as Major Carter went through the stargate. "Nope, the other one," he said.

"Why do I get the feeling this is a running joke?" Kayla inquired of me as she looked between O'Neill and I. She looked so different dressed in the same uniforms as the rest of SG-1 instead of her civilian clothes and lab coat.

"I do not know," I told her, trying not to show the fear I had in the back of mind that something would go wrong on the planet.

"Well folks, let's move on out," O'Neill said as he put his goggles on.

"Age before beauty," Kayla said, waving him past.

"In that case," O'Neill began, "Teal'c goes first."

I knew a joke had been made, but I did not understand it. One thing I did understand is that I would not go into the stargate before Kayla did.

Seeming to understand my position, Kayla ascended the ramp ahead of me. "See you on the other side, Ladies," she said to both of us before disappearing in the rippling blue event horizon.

"Are we not both male?" I asked O'Neill.

He laughed wryly and threw up his hands. "I'll explain it you later."

As I step through the gate as I have numerous times before, I pray nothing goes wrong. But should something happen, I will be there to protect her from any threat this planet may pose.

But should my lustier twin prevail, how would I protect her then?

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

P7Z-969 was a hot, humid planet that only appealed to mold, algae and mosquitoes. The air so thick you could swim in it. Of course, it didn't help that we'd been walking for over ten clicks trying to get to the palace where Daniel had been spending the past few days getting to know the locals. I forgot just how damn far away the place was from the gate and cursed myself for doing so. We were all sweaty, tired and just plain irritated from the heat and humidity. Teal'c didn't say anything (he's used to this more than we are); I did my usual sarcastic commentary, while Carter and Porter went several rounds of scientist vs. engineer that would make Don King envious.

I must admit, one of the highlights of this journey was being thoroughly educated about the history of the nine-millimeter sidearm courtesy of Doctor Porter. And I'll tell you up front: there is something extremely sexy (and obviously dangerous) about a woman knowing that much about guns and weapons. I have to admit that when she was explaining to us the history of the Beretta, the line, 'You're not a Navy SEAL unless you've tasted Italian steel' was a real hoot. Of course, the longer we trudged along, the more her sense of humor waned.

"Are we there yet?" Kayla demanded as she swatted at the flies encircling her head.

Civilians, I thought as I shook my head.

I sighed heavily and said, "Will someone remind me again why we brought the princess along?"

I just barely missed something being tossed at my head. Damn if that woman didn't have great aim.

"Because General Hammond deemed it necessary," Teal'c said.

Leave it to Teal'c to stick up for his girlfriend.

"Considering her specialty is weapons development, I wouldn't mess with her, sir." Sam added.

Translation: the chick makes guns and knows how to use them.

"Good point," I said. I also figured that before I said something that might warrant her shooting at me, some small talk about her just might be in order. "I'm sure Teal'c knows but enlighten us. How did you wind up getting posted to the SGC?"

"I got tired of commuting from Groom Lake to Cheyenne Mountain, especially on one of those god-forsaken military flights," she said, adjusting the brim of her hat so it would keep more sun off of her face. "I figured it would be easier for me to work on stuff as soon as it came through the gate. If there's one thing I've learned about working for the government, with the right security clearance and a proposal written so full of burecratic buzzwords you can practically get posted anywhere."

What I knew and no one else but Hammond is that Kayla was instrumental in helping me bust Maybourne's group of 'tomb raiders'. Her ex-husband, who was one of Maybourne's people, made the mistake of getting on her bad side while running his mouth too much and trying to get her involved. Hammond promised her a transfer into the SGC, and I vouched for her character. Well, as much of her character as I could considering exactly 'how' I met her but that's another story ...

"Is this your first gate mission?" Sam asked.

"Nope, my second. I take it you haven't heard about what happened on my first mission."

"What happened?"

"She was shot," Teal'c offered. "Apparently the indigenous peoples of that particular planet thought she was Jaffa and attempted to kill her."

Sam was baffled. "What made them think you were Jaffa?"

"Besides not having a tattoo?" Kayla said with feigned surprise. "Hell if I know."

"You are shaped like a Jaffa female," Teal'c said matter of factly.

"That explains a lot," I said. Teal'c just raised his eyebrow at me.

"Yeah, explains how I got my ass shot. And with these wide hips, you don't have to be Ray Charles to see I'm an easy target," she spat as she repeatedly pulled at her shirt in a futile effort to create a little cooling breeze. "As soon as we get to wherever it is we're going, I plan to have a nice long bath. I need to get this smell off of me."

I sighed audibly. "How do you put up with that mouth of hers?" I asked Teal'c.

"I have found her complaining does not last for long if you do not interrupt her."

Kayla shot Teal'c a nasty look. He just brushed it off. Too bad because in three ... two ... one..

"Look dammit!" she exasperated. "I've been walking for what seems like forever, being assaulted by bugs and flies, and sweating like nobody's business. My feet hurt, my legs hurt, my head hurts, and if I'm not allowed to bitch about it, I'll go crazy and take you all ... "

When she stopped mid-rant, I turned around to see what she was staring at.

We could see the outer courtyards of the palace in front of us, but that wasn't what she was staring at. She was staring at the couple going at in as if no one else was around.

"Holy Hannah," Sam said. "Are they?"

"Yep," I said, confirming what she saw. "Like rabbits."

"I don't think we should be staring like this," Kayla said.

"I agree," Teal'c added, not the least bit fazed by the display. If it was affecting him, he wasn't telling.

"Hey, you guys made it," Daniel said as he came toward us. Funny, he looked like a real babe magnet with two rather lovely women on each side of him. They were both dressed like something out of the Kama Sutra. A man and a woman with dark skin and straight hair who dressed in more ornate attire shortly followed him. I figured they were the potentates of this here establishment.

"Yep, we survived the schlep out here," I said.

"Doctor Jackson," the man said as their entourage came to a stop in front of us. "These are the friends you have told us about?"

"Yes. This is Colonel O'Neill, Major Carter, Teal'c and Doctor Porter," he announced as he pointed to each person mentioned.

"Welcome to Bhramai," the man said with a short bow. "I am King Tamaru. And this is my sister, Princess Mirabai."

"It is rare to see a female Jaffa escorted only by one solider," Mirabai said, looking in Kayla's direction.

"Oh for fuck's sake, " Kayla swore softly.

"She is not Jaffa," Teal'c said before she could. "Like my teammates, she is Tauri. However, my ancestors are descendants of her race."

"Actually, the peoples of this world could be descendants in part of her race as well," Daniel informed us. "India was known in ancient times as Indus-Kush. Kush being a country south of Egypt in the area commonly known now as Ethiopia."

"Actually, Kush was a province until it conquered Egypt around the 25^th dynasty,"' Kayla lectured. "Thus the reason why before the Aryan invasion the region was called Indus-Kush in ancient times."

I'm surprised Daniel didn't try and propose on the spot.

"I guess I was awake that day in history class," she explained to Daniel with a shrug.

"Therefore you are most likely linked to us through our ancestors," Tamaru declared, giving Kayla an extra bow. "We are especially honored to have you among us."

"Thanks," Kayla said, looking quite embarrassed that she'd inadvertently turned the spotlight on herself. The woman never could take a compliment well.

"Well, as long as 'ol Nerrti doesn't show up, we're cool. Do you know there are people having sex in the courtyard?" I asked, trying to point out the obvious.

Mirabai couldn't seem to understand my sarcasm. "Affection between consenting adults is not forbidden here," she explained, looking at Daniel for some sort of reason for my reaction.

"This goes way beyond public display of affection if you ask me."

"Jack," Daniel warned me. "Try to keep your Neanderthal tendencies under control, okay? It's their culture. Whatever you do, for God's sake, don't stare."

Hell, I was way beyond staring. From the way things were going I could learn a few things ...

Tamaru stopped me from taking any mental notes. "We are honored you have decided to visit us through the Chappa'ai," he said. "And I offer the hospitality of the palace to you. You will dine tonight with us as our guests."

"But the females are required to don appropriate attire to wear at this evening's festivities."

Damn, that seems to happen more often than not. I know Carter's gonna be pissedas usual.

"Excuse me," Kayla said as she held up a finger. "I may be making a diplomatic faux pas, but is there a chance I could have a bath?" Kayla asked. I knew she was asking that for both her and Sam.

Mirabai smiled. "Of course. Come," she said, motioning to her and Carter. "I will see to it that you are all properly prepared."

If I'd known then what she'd meant by properly, it probably would have prepared me for what I'd see at dinner. What I saw at dinner that night, didn't even come close to preparing me for what would happen after, let alone during dinner ...

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

I hate this outfit.

I thought nothing would be worse than that god-awful blue monstrosity I was forced to wear when we visited the Shavadai. God was I wrong. Now I'm wearing an outfit that has my middle all exposed and just screams to the world that I have no tits. Even one of the old matrons in this place remarked on it, saying I had the chest of a boy. If it weren't for diplomacy, I'd smack her.

I'll admit, there was some fun in being put in this thing. Being bathed in fragrant water, having that warm vanilla-smelling oil massaged into my skin, getting a manicure and a pedicure, plus they decorated my hands and feet in this intricate pattern with henna-colored paint. I think it's like Mendi but I'm not sure.

"What do you do here?" I asked one of the servant girls as she fastened the hooks holding my outfit together.

"I am one of the king's courtesans," she said.

"A what?" I asked, having in idea of what she meant but wasn't quite sure.

"A royal prostitute," Kayla offered as she languished in the pool. Two other servant girls were washing her with something that looked like a loofah. "We're in a harem in case you didn't notice," she added with wink.

"I service the king when he calls for me."

Needless to say I was quite appalled. "And you like doing this? Getting screwed by him when he requests?"

"It is my duty," she said simply. "In exchange I am well-treated."

"I guess it's better than being somebody's wife," Kayla said as she got out of the pool, the water raining off of her body. The servant girls wrapped a large white towel around her. "You know what wife stands for, don't you?"

"What?"

"Oh, you know," she said, lying down on a short couch. "Wash, Iron, Fuck, Entertain."

I started laughing so hard I snorted.

"I wasn't all that great at washing and ironing," she added. "The other two I think I was pretty good at doing."

"At least you weren't alone," I said. Damn it sucks to be single most days.

"There are worse things than being alone, Carter. Try being married to some asshole you can't get rid of. Trust me, I know."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," she said, stretching her legs out for the oil massage.

"What's the deal with you and Teal'c?"

Kayla smirked at me before closing her eyes and leaning her head back onto the brocaded pillow. "Oh yes, the question it seems everyone at the SGC wants to know."

"I'm just asking because I work with him. And he's a good friend."

"Well, what has he told you?"

"Nothing really," I lied. "He keeps saying that it's personal." Teal'c hadn't told me much about them, but I knew more than anyone else on base. I wasn't about to violate his confidence now even though I felt like I was the one 'passing the note' during study hall.

"Well ... we talk a lot. It's nice to talk to someone who knows how to put a noun and a verb in a sentence and use it properly."

"You just ... talk?" I knew for a fact he wanted to do much more than just talk.

"To answer the next question in your mind Sam, no we haven't done the deed."

For the life of me I couldn't figure out what the holdup was. I know for a fact he wants to do it. If I were in her place ...

"You really like Jack, don't you?" she asked, jolting me out of my thoughts of the reasons why she could possibly be holding out.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes you do Carter. I know it's forbidden by the brass but I can tell."

"What's the story on you two ... "

Kayla held up her hand. "We're not talking about me and Jack. That is officially ancient history and we are great friends. We're talking about you and Jack."

"I'll make you a deal," I proposed. "Tell me how you met Jack and I'll answer your question."

Kayla shut her eyes and said, "I met him at a strip club."

"A what?!?"

"You know, the place where women take off their clothes?" she retorted with a laugh. "I met him there when I was working at the club. Considering there isn't shit to do out there around Area 51 I figured it was an ... interesting way to pass the time and make some money on the side."

"How'd you get into ... "

"Nope!" she said, derailing my train of questioning. "I told you how I met Jack. Now you hold up your end of the bargain."

She had me there. Damn if I wasn't interested in knowing how she wound up working as a stripper but that would have to wait.

I sighed heavily. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel something."

"So, what are you going to do about it?"

"I don't know," I said. "You're a civilian so it's much easier for you to date who you want."

"I've dated military," she countered. "And each time I do I loathe it. They tend to be cheap skates. Well, the top brass are pretty generous but anything below Colonel can be a crapshoot."

I was about to say she was dating military by dating Teal'c but realized in actually, he's a civilian. An alien mind you but a civilian nonetheless. And as for money, well, not that we've seen Teal'c spend a whole lot of it so chances are he's got quite a bit stored up.

Damn, I envy her.

"But in all honesty, Carter," she said in a serious tone. "I think you should discuss it. You know, get it out in the open so you can deal. Just because you admit it doesn't mean you have to go out and do it. Could screw up the team dynamics but you folks are professionalsyou'll handle it."

"Easy for you to say," I muttered. "You're dating a civilian."

"Easy?" she said, sitting up a little and forcing one of the servant girls to adjust Kayla's foot in her lap. It was obvious I'd struck a nerve. "Let me tell you, dating a civilian who happens to be an alien is not easy. A few days ago, a few NID folks came to visit me in my lab. They wanted to let me know they were 'concerned' because they'd heard about my 'possible' involvement with 'the Jaffa'. I probably have Lieutenant Johnson to thank for that," she spat.

"Did they talk to Teal'c?"

"Hell no. They're scared to death of him so the found it easier to try and mess with me. Personally, I think they're worried I'll get knocked up or something."

"Is it possible? You know, for a human and a Jaffa ... "

"To produce a child?" she asked. "Considering how nervous those NID guys looked, I'm thinking the possibility is there. Not that I'm trying to find out mind you ... "

"So what'd you tell them?"

"To mind their own damn business," she said. "Not that they will but just so they know they can't push me around. Do me a favor?"

"Sure."

"Don't mention this to him. I haven't even told him about it. And I have a feeling this isn't the end of it."

"Your secret is safe with me," I said.

"Thanks. I appreciate that."

One of the wait ladies brought over a slowly smoking pot of incense and motioned for me to stand over it.

"Um, I don't quite understand ... "

'To sweeten your taste," they said.

Before I could tell them I still didn't get it, Kayla smiled and said, "Their version of feminine hygiene spray," she said.

"And how do you know?"

She just grinned at me.

A little skeptical, I hiked up my skirts and straddled the small clay pot. The smell of the incense was so spicy and sweetone of the most wonderful smells my nose has had the pleasure of being introduced to. As the gentle heat bathed my nether regions, I swayed gently from side to side then back and forth. When I decided I'd 'sweetened my taste' long enough, I hiked up my skirts again and stepped away.

I gave myself another once-over in the mirror as two more servant girls pulled the filmy 'hood' of garment onto my head. I didn't even really look like meDoctor Major Samantha Carter. I looked like an exotic enchantress, straight out of one of those cheesy romance novels Sergeant Siler likes to read when he thinks no one is looking. Moving my feet, I smile at the tinkling sound made by the anklets I was wearing. The more I look at myself in this get-up, the more keep thinking about what Jack will think when he sees me in it. I'm betting my money on his jaw dropping clear to the center of this planet. Hmm, maybe I don't hate this outfit so much after all.

And wouldn't you know it, the damn thing is blue.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

Pure sensuality.

That's what I've felt ever since coming to this place. And it's what made me stay as soon as Jack felt confident these people were no threat. As the ladies accompanying me spread gold dust over my face, I can't help but feel this place is unlike any other I have visited.

And considering all the planets I've visited, that's saying a lot.

The foodpure and unadulterated. It was so much unlike the mass-produced chow of the mess hall. The mix of spices and flavors excite my taste buds in a way I have never known.

The musicreal and not Memorex. I can't tell you how exciting it is to hear pure, live, ancient music being played with such feeling; it resonates in your chest. The beating of the drums is so enchanting; it makes the hairs on my body stand on end.

The peopleso open and trusting of us. Willing to share all they have in order to reach our common goal of defending against the Goa'uld. They've gone through the lengths of providing this banquet to celebrate the return of my SG-1 teammates and the one they've brought with them whose ancestors are directly linked to the inhabitants of this place. When they partake in the elixir of friendship, they will feel as I do. Trust as I do.

Feel as sensual as I do.

Jack, Teal'c and I sat at the royal table along with King Tamaru and Princess Mirabai, watching the dancers and taking in the sensual atmosphere of the place. I'm glad that it is a tradition on this planet to be bathed thoroughly before the evening meal. The way all of them smelled when they got here was beyond offensive. And trust me, the Brahmian servant women wash everything thoroughly.

And I mean everything. They wash it all from soup to nutsliterally.

Jack has spent most of the time giving strange looks to people, especially those engaged in sexual foreplay. I would tell him that it is not considered appropriate for sexual intercourse to be performed during such a function as this, but I don't feel like it. At least Teal'c isn't fazed. Then again, not much really gets to him. He doesn't seem the least bit interested in or offended by these people. His main concern has been for Doctor Porter's safety. Not that I blame him after what happened on P7Z-549 ...

"Allow me to give my thanks for the bath," Jack said as he ruffled his hair. "Your servants were quite thorough."

"Quite," Teal'c added.

"You are most welcome," King Tamaru said with a nod.

"Hey Danny boy," Jack said as he scooted up to the table on a satin pillow. "Becoming quite the babe magnet I see."

The women with me paid no attention to his remark. Instead, they snuggled closer to me and spread gold dust on my chest.

"Jack, sometimes you can just be so juvenile," I said. Before Jack could say another word, something had grabbed his attention so much so; he couldn't fire off a snappy comeback.

I turned to see that Sam was now entering the room, flanked by two servant girls. She'd shed her fatigues for traditional costume of the Brahmians. The blue sari she wore was ornately decorated with silver accents, complimenting her slim figure, flat abs, fair skin and hair. As she walked toward her teammates, her anklets rang gently as the scarf portion of the sari billowed behindmaking her look like a blue angel. Saying she looked stunning would have been an understatement.

Saying Jack was a little impressed would have been a bigger understatement.

"Jack?" I asked.

"Uh, huh," he muttered, his eyes still on Sam.

"Are you okay?"

"Uh, huh," he said.

"They insisted that I wear it, Sir," Sam said as she sat down next to Jack.

"Well, we don't want to piss off our new allies now do we?" he retorted, cocking his head sideways as if that would give him a better view. "Excuse me for saying this Carter but damn, you look good."

Sam obviously blushed. "Thanks," she said.

Teal'c was also impressed by her appearance. "You do look quite fetching Major Carter."

"Thanks, Teal'c."

"Why is Doctor Porter not with you?" he asked, an edge of alarm showing in his voice.

"She had decided to languish longer," one of the maidens answered. "Do not be alarmed. She will follow shortly."

And true to the handmaiden's word, Kayla came walking in moments afterwards. Like Sam, she also was dressed in a sari, except hers was red with gold accents. The top of the outfit emphasized her ample bust line, the bottom accentuated her wide hips, and her small waist was out for the whole world to see. Her figure was as curvaceous as Sam's was athletic. As she paid homage to the King and his sister by clasping her hands together and bowing slightly, I could see she had similar henna painted patterns on her hands and feet.

Teal'c said something in his language and everyone turned to me for an explanation.

"It loses something in the translation," I said.

Not that it was true, but what Teal'c had just said I figured would be best to remain between them. Whatever it was, Kayla must have heard it before because she smiled and I could have sworn she blushed. Even with her dark skin tone I could tell she was. And the longer he stared at her, the deeper the blush became. I have to say; I find it amusing to see Teal'c thrown off like this. With his stoic exterior, this isn't a side of him we get to see very often.

Now that I think about it, we haven't seen this side of him at all.

"Well, these folks sure know how to throw a party," Daniel added.

"Don't you mean orgy?" Jack said, indicating the couples making out in the corner.

"Jack," Kayla began as Teal'c helped her sit down next to him, "your idea of a party would be to throw a 'kegger."

Jack looked offended. "And what's wrong with that?"

"Nothing. If your aim is to get piss drunk and puke all over the place."

"You never were a cheap date," he said with a sigh.

We all watched as King Tamaru motioned for a servant to pour some liquid into a large goblet. I knew what it was but for some reason, didn't feel the need to tell my teammates what it was. I just knew it wouldn't hurt them. And in time, they'd feel as euphoric as I did.

Holding the cup out towards us, he said, "We will drink to our alliance with our brew of friendship."

"I do not consume alcohol," Teal'c said.

"The drink is not fermented," Mirabai said, a little taken aback by Teal'c's abrupt protest.

"Then what's the point in drinking it?" Jack said.

Tamaru attempted an explanation. "The taste is to foster trust and commonalitynot to intoxicate," he said.

"And if you don't drink it, you'll be insulting them and embarrassing me," I added, trying to make Teal'c understand the drink wouldn't hurt his symbiote, and make Jack understand the finer points of diplomacy.

~ * ~ * ~ *

I should have known something was up when after one taste, Jack almost downed the whole thing. Daniel had to take it from him so the rest of us could get a drink. One by one, we all took a tasteeach getting a look of extreme enjoyment on our faces after drinking. Even Teal'c's normally unreadable expression turned to one of relaxation. I couldn't remember when I'd felt so relaxed.

And that's when the whole thing started ...

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

I don't know how I made it into this bed.

All I know is that I'm here, sliding around on these silken sheets sleeping just the way I like.

Naked.

I have to hand it to these Brahmiansthey know just how to treat guests. And whatever that brew was they gave us at dinnerthat was some seriously good shit. I'm hoping we can bring some back with us. Hell, if you want to make friends with another race, some good brew never gets turned down. Well, maybe by Teal'c ...

Suddenly, I heard the sound of little tinkling bells coming into the room. At first, I ignored it, thinking it was a wind chime or something. It didn't take me long for my brain to remember exactly where that sound came from.

"Sam?" I asked as I sat up.

Sure enough, that was her coming towards me. She was a tinkling vision of absolute beauty wrapped in light blue and silver. The dramatic scent of incense drifted into my nostrils, making the vision in front of me even more exotic and enticing. The glory of God was in her. But all I could think of was one word:

Damn.

"You're not asleep, are you?" she asked, looking around the room.

"I was on my way there," I said. "But hey, who needs sleep, right?"

Sam gave me a sly look, then her gaze turned piercing. She approached the foot of the bed, tracing the intricate design on the luxurious bedspread. It was almost like she was more interested in it than in me. Then suddenly, she yanked the covers off of the bed and threw them on the floorexposing my nakedness for her and the whole planet to see. When she saw that I was stiffer than steel, she smiled and licked her lips.

"Is there something you're after, Major?" I asked.

"I may be the Major at the SGC," she said, climbing onto the bed and settling between my legs. "But here, I am Samantha. And right here, right now, all I want is you."

Before I could protest, she pushed me down back into the bed. Before I knew what was happening, she slipped my hardness into the soft, wet refuge of her mouth. I let out a low groan, wanting to badly to kiss her but it seems she had other plans. I grabbed at the sheets with my hands, twisting the smooth fabric as the pressure built.

"I need to taste you," I groaned, my voice full of urgent need.

"And I need to feel you inside me," she said. "I can think of a compromise."

I watched as she plunged a finger within her depths, making sure it was coated with her juices. Just seeing her moan softly as she did it almost drove me to the point of madness. I wanted ... no, I needed to be those fingers right now. I needed to feel her in that place.

"I need to taste you ... now," I begged.

Sam teased my lips with her juice-laden finger, almost laughing as I tried futilely to get it into my mouth. Finally, she had sympathy for me and slid it slowly into my mouth. The sweet taste that was uniquely hers was mixed with something differentsomething spicy and exotic. I relished every drop. Before I could beg for more, I felt a warm, tight heat wrap itself around my cock.

"Oh God, Sam," I moaned as I felt her adjust to my size. She arched her back tantalizingly, her small yet firm and pert breasts aching for my fingers to touch them.

Sam rode me as I thrust inside of her like a bull being teased by a red flag. She hung on firmly, still smirking as my body kept up its erratic movement. I couldn't thrust hard enough, or deep enough. I just couldn't get enough of her. She was here, and I was inside of her, feeling how tight and wet she was.

"Oh shit," I said, feeling my balls tighten. Only a few more thrusts and I knew it would be over. I had to slow down if I wanted to bring her with me. Slowing down the pace a little, I moved my thumb back and forth across the small hard nub of flesh that drove her crazy. Sam threw her head back, crying out to me. The more I teased it, the tighter she became and the faster she rode me.

"Jack!" she said as I felt the heat building inside of her. "Oh God, Jack!"

"You're coming with me," I rasped, pulling her body closer so we were now moving as one towards that destination of indescribable pleasure. I made sure I sent Sam there first before joining her. Our screams and groans of orgasm pierced the night sky like lightening.

The last thing I felt was Sam's soft, hot and sweaty body collapse against my own. I held her as we slowly started to breathe as one. Damn, I can hardly believe what had just happened. I'd wanted her for so long and now that we'd gotten as close as two people can get, I don't know if it feels right or wrong.

One thing I do knowif being like this with Sam is wrong, I'm not sure I want to be right.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

I cannot take my eyes off of her.

Her clothing is designed to arouse strong feelings in the eye of the beholder. But I know it is more than that. I watch her from a distance in the gardens outside the palace, standing as if the very beauty of the place has her entranced. The light red robes whip around her in the light breeze, making her look more like Sokar's queen than my intended.

And I intend to do with her the very thing I was afraid I would succumb to in this place.

The Brahmians were not telling a liethe drink was not intoxicating. It was fostering something else ... something that was bringing out the very thing I was afraid would happen here. It is that thing that makes me approach her, makes me stand behind and press my body into hers, makes the obvious growing desire between my legs make itself known to her.

Losing control is something that is quite unnerving to a Jaffa. We pride ourselves on having strong minds as well as strong bodies. But when it comes to sexual attraction, control is pushed to the side as the programmed need to procreate takes over. The lustful twin emerges, succumbing to primal need and desire. I am not sure if I have love for Kayla, but I do know that it is not simply lust. It is more than thatthis I do know.

"Do you wish to be alone?" I said, knowing full well she did not.

"Something ... is ... happening," Kayla said in a slow whisper as she leaned her body back into mine. "I feel ... extremely."

"Sick with desire?" I asked, noticing the scent of her desire filling my nostrils.

"Yes ... "

I quickly turned her around so she faced meto see for herself how much I desired her. I watched as she drew breath in an erratic manner, her full breasts rising and falling as if tempting me to touch them. The perfectly almond shaped eyes whose color matched my own were wide with anticipation. But a question lingered there, and I knew she would not hesitate to ask it.

"Is it possible for a human and ... "

"It is," I confirmed. "But I will need to prepare you first." My hands grasped her full hips, pulling her body close to me as my lips sought hers. Our kiss quickly went from one of exploration to that of extreme need. It was as if both of us had unleashed the floodgates that held back the passion we felt for each other.

Jaffa are known for their ability as skilled lovers and stamina. But when it comes to human women, it is a challenge to maintain. If a Jaffa is not aware of the narrower confines of the human female, he will come to completion as quickly as a human male, and will not please her. While pleasing a Jaffa female takes skill, pleasing a human female takes extreme finesse and self-control.

It takes extreme self-control for me not to hastily remove her clothing and slip myself inside of her. Instead, I take my time divesting her of her garments, all the while covering each area of exposed skin with light kisses. Her body lays bare before me, and while my eyes take in every curve my hands take in the softness of her skinskin that is the same dark shade as my own. I know she is human, although the fertile shape of her body calls out to me as if she were Jaffa. Kayla is a direct link to the descendants of my ancestors, and to mate with her seems only natural.

Lying her down upon her clothing, I kneel between her legs and begin to pay homage with my tongue to that small peak of pleasure hidden within the folds of her sex. Her taste excites my tongue, and I cannot resist voicing it. As I continue my pleasuring, her moans turn into cries for me to enter her. I cannot until she is lubricated enough to receive me. Jaffa females lubricate quickly while human females take longer. I find I quite enjoy preparing a human femaleespecially this one. Her cries become louder and she presses my head closer to her, as if to physically bring me into her.

"Teal'c," she pleads with me, pulling on my shoulders. I wish to continue my previous activity but she desires otherwise.

"If I do not adequately prepare you, I could cause you pain."

She gives me a knowing smile. "I've been a virgin before. And the one who deflowered me was bigger than you."

"He was not Jaffa," I tell her.

"I can handle it," she said before giving me a passionate kiss to allay my fears.

I did not hide the desire in my voice. "As you wish," I said.

It is difficult to enter her. I feel resistance as soon as I try. She tells me it would be better to get it over with as soon as possible. Distracting her with a kiss, I penetrate her swiftly. She cries out, grasping my shoulders urgently. While I whisper encouraging words into her ear that the pain will not last for long, I draw upon years of discipline not come to completion as I feel her contract tightly around me as her body adjusts.

For first penetration, this position will not work well. Since she is still adjusting to my size, now is not the time for passionate mating. I cross her legs around my back, and she moans slightly as I sit up. I sit back on my heels, then rise to my knees, and then sit back on my heels again. Repeating this cycle of motion allows her a chance to recover from the pain, and feel the pleasure of rubbing directly on the small, hard point of pleasure hidden in the folds of her womanhood. Shortly, it begins to work and I hear her moans of ecstasy.

It is interesting to hear her call upon her god during our love play. She pleads for my assistance in taking her to see him. She tries to get me to increase the pace of my movement, but I cannot deviate. Although she cannot tell at this point, she is slowly beginning to match my rhythm. If I change the pace, it will bring us out of harmony, and it will take much longer to re-establish the connection. I feel her body contracting around me. It is happening much more frequently now and her release will soon follow.

She marks my back with her nails, pleading with me not to stop. I have no intentions of halting my efforts, and I am pleased that she is enjoying what I am doing to her. Both of us are perspiring, moaning, holding on to each other as if our very lives depended upon it. She calls out to me again, this time pleading for me to bring her to completion.

"Are you ready?" I whisper into her ear.

"Yes," she pants. "Oh God, Teal'c, yes."

Quickly moving her to the ground so she is again under me, I abruptly increase the tempo of my movements, evoking a cry of surprise from her. Now it is time for me to fully indulge in my desire. The rush comes quickly, making me groan in pleasure and agony with each thrust. Her responses are much louder now, and as if she were worried someone would discover us, she muffles her cries with a free hand. I wish all to know the depth of my passion for her, but she desires otherwise. Her thighs press against mine, and her body begins to twist. It is a challenge even for a Jaffa of my strength to hold her down. I understand the coming explosion is frightening, but it is what she wants, what I want, what we both want. I watch as the fire of passion explodes from inside, and my name comes from her lips. And as I hear it, I allow myself the release I have been holding back for so long.

We lay there for a time as my seed bathed her insides. I watched as she tried to recover from the intense experience that we have shared. I wanted the taste of her mouth again, so I kissed her deeply, pushing my tongue inside so it danced with hers. Suddenly, she realized that my desire had not waned.

"You ...you..." she stammered. "You're still?"

I was, as the Tauri say, still hard.

"I have not finished with you," I said.

And I watched as her lips mouthed gratitude to her god.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

I hadn't planned on spying.

Me, Daniel Jackson, caught spying on several of my co-workers going at it. I mean, a human and a Jaffawhat anthropologist could resist seeing something like that? Okay, I'm not an anthropologistI'm an archeologist but you get my point. I just know that I've been sitting in these bushes for about an hour. And over that hour, I've watched a human and a Jaffa have sex for way longer than any human couple would. I'm thinking Jaffa males are multi-orgasmic like human women are. He's come several times but still has it up and has kept it up.

And I'm still up, and trying not to jerk myself off while watching the show.

One wouldn't think that someone of Teal'c size could be such a skilled and attentive lover. Granted, he is over ninety years old so he's had a lot longer to acquire that kind of skill. I wonder if that's something Jaffa are bred with? God, he's had her in practically every position I know of and a few I didn't even know existed. And now I'm watching him take her from behind. God, to watch something that powerful make love with such grace and controlI'm in amazement. My hand drifts to my stiff cock, and I start stroking in time to the symphony being played in front of me.

"Doctor Jackson?" a voice calls to me. I turn to see it is one of the servant girls.

"Yes?" I say softly, trying to zip up my pants.

"You desire release," she said, removing my hands from my zipper. Before I can stop her, she gets down on her knees and takes me inside of her mouth.

All I can do is stand there, feel the pleasure of fellatio and watch a human and Jaffa scream out in unison as they came. I hope they don't find out I was looking. If they do, it would be pretty much a given Teal'c would have my head on a platter.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

I hadn't meant for it to happen. Me, Sam Carter, the absolute epitome of self-control let some exotic clothes and some alien moonshine make me so horny I'd screw the crack of dawn. But instead, I screwed Jack.

And damn if it didn't feel good.

All I keep seeing is how Mr. Smart Alec was under me, pleading for me to fuck his brains out. Now I think I know why those servant girls are so content to be here. When a man wants to be 'serviced', he is totally in your grasp and under your control even if it is for that moment. Jack is so used to being in command and in control, it sends shivers through me to see him so out of control as when he came inside me. As his essence leaks out of me and onto the silk sheets, all I can think about is when we can do it again.

I reach out to touch his face while he sleeps. As if reading my mind he awakens then promptly turns me onto my stomach--kissing a burning trail down my back. He wastes no time slipping his hard cock into my tight, hot wetness. We both groan as he fills me up. With a swift smack on my rear, he begins thrusting inside me. And God, I can't wait to come. I need it so fast and urgently this time.

God, he's making love to me like I've never been before. It feels so naughty being in this position. I can't see his face, but I can feel different pressures in new places and it drives me wild. I'm going to die from feeling this good. My screams of pleasure mingle with Jack's vociferous grunts as he pumps me full of his life force. He collapses on top of me, whispering into my ear how much he wants to be like this forever.

Maybe I'm imagining things but I could have sworn I saw Daniel in the corner of the room ...

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

The first time I was in awe.

The second time left me breathless.

And for the third time he's taking me to see God.

Do you know what it's like to have sex with a Jaffa? Let me start by talking about who I have slept with. I'll admit, I slept with Lieutenant Johnson but that was before he came to the SGC. It was late, he was lonely and I needed to get laid. In this case, physical strength and sexual endurance are mutually exclusive. That whole thing left me bored and hoping he'd finish and get the hell off of me. I slept with Jack two years ago, and that was quite enjoyable. Made me realize that after years of mediocre sex with my now ex-husband, I still had working parts that could orgasm from time to time.

But none of this, I repeat, none of this prepared me for the kind of mind-blowing sex I was having a third time with this Jaffa. Imagine, if you will, pure strength thrusting inside of you while magic hands stroked those very parts of you that made your insides twitch, shiver and loose the floodgates. To feel that kind of controlled power that seems to know what to touch and when and more importantly how to touch it. According to him, making sure a woman is sexually satisfied vastly improves the chances of conception. If this line were coming from anyone else, I'd swear they were trying to bullshit me.

I've never screamed like that before during sex, and I'm about to again. Each time I try to muffle my cries, he removes my hands. Since he can't seem to trust me, here I am on my back with my wrists being held in one of his powerful hands. If I didn't trust him with my life, there's no way I would have let him do that. My whole body is on fire, twisting to get out of his grip. My mind screams that I can't handle what he's building up inside of me, but my body tells me this is what I want. This is what I've been pleading for a man to do to me. And that he could do it twice, let alone once, had me beyond turned on.

"Let them know how much I please you," he said as he gently sucked the pulse in my neck.

My body bucked against his violently, so much so I think the symbiote didn't take too kindly to it and I could feel it brush against my belly. You'd think I'd freak out that but I was too close to that cliff that hung over into the abyss of orgasm to care. I fought against his grip but he only held on tighter, and stroked harder and faster. I pleaded with him to let me go, that I couldn't handle this again.

"You can my sweet, and you will," he whispered sharply as he kept up the tempo.

I could feel myself losing control of where I was going. He had total control over me and my body knew it. My thighs began to shake, and my hips thrust urgently, meeting the speed of his stroking. And then, I felt that feeling as if I was about to pee on myself. You knowthat feeling when the sex is so good you feel that build-up of juices before it comes rushing out when you do? Suddenly, my body snapped and since my hands were bound, I screamed as my flaming body splashed into the cool orgasmic pool. It wasn't long before he joined me, yelling my name as he sprayed his alien seed inside of me, and my still contracting cervix dipped down to lap it up in into my womb in gratitude.

For a while we laid there, panting and feeling the cooling breeze that swept across us. My hands slid across his sweat-laden muscles in his back, and I kissed the side of his face softly. He is Jaffa, not superhuman, so I didn't expect a sexual four-peat. And even if he were, I'd have to regrettably tell him that there is only so much this Tauri female body can withstand. I just pray I'll be able to walk straight in the morning.

We knew Daniel was there all alongwe just didn't give a damn.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

I awaken slowly, languishing in the feel of her soft skin against mine. The memories of what transpired during the previous evening bring a smile to my face. It has been much too long since I have had the chance to have sex, and the fact that I have managed to do so with a woman I admire, respect and desire makes it all the more worthwhile. When I slide my hand down her back, I am surprised to encounter fabric when I know she was without clothing upon the completion of our love play.

Something is not right.

Flashes of images run through my mind. I remember noticing Daniel Jackson in the nearby brush, watching as we gave ourselves to each other. That alone does not bother me. What has me disconcerted is I can also remember seeing O'Neill and Major Carter in the throes of passion, although I know for a fact I was not present.

Arising slowly, I see Kayla lying there. She is fast asleep with a distinct smile on her face. She is still fully clothed and this confuses me further. I remember removing almost every shred of clothing from her body and yet she is here, still robed in the enticing attire.

"Damn, I have one bitch of a headache," O'Neill laments as he awakens. "And I could have sworn I was naked." He then lets loose a string of expletives, saying he cannot believe he 'slept' with Major Carter.

"If is obvious you did, O'Neill. The two of you were asleep next to each other."

"You know what I mean."

"I do not," I said.

He gave me a look that hinted I should know of what he spoke of. This is one of those times I get an extreme sense of satisfaction in knowing exactly of what he speaks, but find it more entertaining for him to think I do not. This usually forces him to, as the Tauri say, get to the point rather than use the metaphoric context I find frustrating at times.

"Carter and I had sex. At least I thought we did."

"If that was indeed the case, should she not be nude?"

"My point exactly. What's up with the smile on Porter's face?" "You didn't?"

"As with you, I thought I did. I was surprised to awaken fully clothed."

"Wait a minute, I remember something ... " He paused for a few moments to contemplate what had occurred during the night. "Holy shit ...is she gonna be able to walk?"

"It may be difficult but she will."

"So, uh, was Daniel spying on you too?"

"Yes."

"Something is definitely not right."

"I suspect the drink we all had last night. It appears to have hallucinogenic properties."

"I'm staring to agree with you. Let's get everyone up and find out just what the hell went on."

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

I should be saying something, but for some reason I can't.

Jack has been ranting and raving at King Tamaru and Princess Mirabai for a good five minutes. As usual, the task of diplomacy will fall to me. But how can you be diplomatic about having your mind invaded? And not only that, having your thoughts and actions out in pure view to everyone else? If Jack had had his way, he would have shot everyone involved on general principle.

And I have to say; I probably would have let him.

I partly blame myself. I've been drinking this stuff ever since SG-1 thought it safe for me to remain among the Brahmians before coming back. I just thought it was harmlessallowing me to bond with the indigenous peoples of this planet. I didn't have mind sex with them. Maybe because I'm still dealing with Sha're's death I guess. My erotic dreams seem to consist of her and only her. Okay, well on occasion I'd see Doctor Fraiser but that's another can of worms.

"Doctor Jackson," King Tamaru began, "I do not understand why your friends are so upset."

"Upset?" Jack said. "You want to know why we're so upset? You gave us some drug that made me feel higher than a giraffe's ass and you want to know why I'm upset?!?"

"And as if that wasn't bad enough," Kayla chimed in, "we all had to see what we did with each other last night?"

"We only freed up what was already in your minds. This is an act we hold sacred. We are honored you have made us privy to it."

"We didn't give any permission for you to spy on us," Sam said.

"If we are to trust you, we must be able to view the act of deepest intimacy." "It is our way."

"Such an invasion of privacy is not honorable," Teal'c said.

"You have provided us with additional information in the ways of love. Your actions will be added to our sacred love text."

"And because you have complied, we will share all of our technology with you."

"Great," Jack said, tossing his hands into the air. "We get to tell Hammond we performed sexual favors to get this stuff."

Teal'c was amused. "It will be quite an interesting debriefing."

"Quite."

Kayla didn't see it that way. "I'm not saying a word unless someone asks me."

"You don't have to say anything," Jack whispered to her as she walked away. "A word of advice. When we get back to the SGC, I'd make a concerted effort to walk straight if I were you," he said with a wink.

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I tell ya, the things we do to save the world.

Over the next week, we never touched the stuff again. We just concentrated on obtaining their technology and fostering diplomatic relations. It seemed that concentrating on work took our minds of the fact that we'd drank some stuff that made us act out our sexual fantasies in our minds, and we all got to see it. Carter's a little nervous around me, Kayla's damn near ashamed for anyone to look her in the eye (she says it's due to Baptist guiltTeal'c can't understand what the hell that means no matter how much she or I try to explain it to him), Daniel can hardly stand to look anyone in the face and Teal'c just walks around with this smirk on his face.

Come to think of it, I've got the same expression on my face.

Hammond sat there, stunned at how each person at the table pretty much told the same story. Drinking the friendship brew, obtaining the desperately needed technology, all in exchange for ... well ... you know.

Finally, he found way to form words. "You mean to tell me you ... "

"Yes sir, we got this technology the old fashioned way," I said matter of factly, taking a cursory glance at each person seated at the table. "We fucked our way into it. In a virtual sense anyway."

"And none of you realized this ... drink was causing your behavior."

"The drink was not intoxicating," Teal'c said.

"Are you sure about that?" I asked. "Because it sure as hell tasted like beer to me."

"Tasted like white wine to me?" Carter said.

Daniel shrugged. "I thought it tasted like grape soda."

"No," Kayla said, "I could have sworn it tasted like rum and coke. With the good Captain Morgan spiced rumnot that flat Bacardi stuff."

"Are you saying we all tasted something different?"

"Ya think?" I said. Damn, we should have known something was up when Teal'c was knocking back quite a few pints. He hadn't drunk anything that purposefully since Urgo made him drink that hot pot of coffee.

"But other than having our minds exposed for the planet to see, they're a pretty peaceful people," Daniel defended as only he could "We could really benefit from diplomatic ties with them."

Hammond thought for a few moments. I could have sworn I saw those gears working through his bald head. "I'll send Lt. Kovachek and SG-9 to the planet to outline the conduct of future SG teams visiting the planet from now on," he said.

"With all due respect general, such a thing could be perceived as an insult."

Like anyone didn't expect for Daniel to say anything.

"That's for the diplomatic corps to iron out, Doctor Jackson. Dismissed everyone."

"General Hammond?" Kayla said as she rose. "I would like to speak to you in private." Then she paused and looked at Teal'c. The two of them exchanged glances before he nodded in unspoken agreement. "Actually, the both of us would like to."

I watched as Kayla, Teal'c and General Hammond left for his office. Whatever it was, it sounded important. I couldn't help but smile a little when Kayla required a little 'help' from Teal'c to walk straight. Seems although that stuff made us have sex in our minds, it affected your body as well.

"What do you think she, Hammond and Teal'c are going to talk about?" I asked as we left the briefing room.

"I don't know," Sam said. "But it seems important."

"Yeah," I said, clearly intrigued. What the hell would she want all three of them to talk about? When the answer hit me, I tried not to let my face betray what my mind knew.

"You wanted to talk to me?" she asked me. Sam wasn't one to beat around the bush.

"Yeah," I said, looking around as we walked. "Listen, about what happened on PZX-969 ... "

Sam stopped walking and gave me a look that summarized her feelings on the whole issue. It was pretty obvious to me she didn't want to talk about it. And let's be realistic here, even if we did act on those feelings, she had a lot more to lose than I would thanks to the double standard. What we shared on that planet would have to remain hidden in our minds because it's a safe bet Carter isn't going to risk her career on this.

And I wouldn't ask her to.

She bit her lip and said, "Must have been something in the water, sir."

"Yeah," I said softly. "Must have been."

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THE END