TITLE: The Christmas Party Reviews
AUTHOR: Roeskva and Tjalfe
DISCLAIMER: All publicly recognisable characters and places are the property of
MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret Productions. This piece of fan fiction
was created for entertainment only and not monetary purposes and no infringement
on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Any similarity to real persons, living
or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
SUMMARY: The SGC is hosting a Christmas party for their Tok'ra, Jaffa, and
PAIRING: Jacob/Selmak/OC, Martouf/Lantash/Sam, Anise/Freya/Daniel, Malek/OC
CHARACTERS: SG-1, Jacob/Selmak, Martouf/Lantash, Anise/Freya, Malek,
Aldwin/Gerim, Thor, Bra'tac, Persus, Garshaw/Yosuuf, Hammond, others
WARNINGS: Alcohol, explicit sex, light bondage
SPOILERS: none really, but people from most seasons of SG-1 show up.
AUTHORS NOTES: * denotes thoughts or symbiote/host communication.
It was the week before Christmas, and most of the SGC were preparing for the
party they were going to throw. Daniel had volunteered SG-1 to handle many of
the preparations, together with the new Scandinavian team which had just arrived
a few months ago. Sam and Daniel had suggested that they invite some of their
off world friends and allies, and General Hammond had quickly agreed since it
could only improve relations.
Invitations had been sent to the Tok'ra, the Asgard, and the Jaffa. To their
surprise, everyone had accepted and would be sending representatives to the
party. Sam and Daniel were now sitting together with Lt. Mette Andersen of the
Scandinavian team, making plans for the party. They had received notes from the
Tok'ra, the Jaffa, and the Asgard, listing which people would be attending. They
were discussing which information, if any, needed to be provided to their off
world friends before the festivities.
"Daniel, did you remind them to bring a small, inexpensive gift - say less than
$5, for the 'gift game'?" Mette asked.
"Yes, though I had trouble explaining what inexpensive meant, as most planets
either use naquadah, some sort of trade, or their own currency...however, I told
them it was 'a trinket...something that would be of insignificant value to
them'. I think they understood...also, I told them Christmas was a time where we
exchanged gifts between family and close friends, so some of our guests may
decide to bring something. We should probably prepare a few gifts for them, just
in case...perhaps a small gift for everyone, from their Tau'ri allies?"
"Sounds fine, Daniel. Good idea. I don't think they need to know anything else
beforehand...we can explain the rest when they arrive." Mette said.
"Dad has probably already explained something to the Tok'ra about what Christmas
is about." Sam pointed out, "Mette, what was the 'gift game' again?"
"It is a game where every participant brings a small gift, wrapped so it is
impossible to guess what it is. You then set a clock for, say, 15-20 minutes -
don't tell people how long - and place it somewhere hidden. Then put all the
packages on the table which people are sitting around, and let them take turns
rolling a die...if we are going to be a lot of people, then we should distribute
several dice around the table, so as to minimize the time people are just
waiting...we want them to have fun! When someone rolls a '6', he or she then
takes one of the packages. When there is no more gifts in the starting pile on
the table, you steal from each other. This continues until the clock rings. It
is usually hilarious, as people tend to steal from the people who have the most
gifts...or perhaps there is one or more packages which look especially
interesting - then people will fight about those. When the game ends, some will
end up having many, few, or no gifts, but because of the stealing during the
game, it tends to even out reasonably."
"Ah..." Daniel laughed. "Sounds great. I'm sure it will be funny."
They both looked at Sam who all of a sudden had gotten a strange, slightly
"What's wrong?" Daniel wondered.
"I just realised...you told the Tok'ra that we give gifts to family and friends?
Well, most of the Tok'ra would consider themselves friends of Jolinar's - and
almost all of them are her family, most of them are children of Egeria, you
know. I am certain that those who attend our party will expect gifts from
me because of our relationship. I need to go and do some major shopping,
"Relax, there's plenty of time. The party isn't until Friday...are you really
sure they would expect gifts from you?...I, mean, you're not Jolinar..."
"Yes, definitely...and for both host and symbiote," she sighed.
"Well, then I guess you're going shopping," Daniel grinned. "You know, since you
have to do that anyway, couldn't you just pick up some gifts for all our guests?
From SGC to our allies?"
Sam rolled her eyes. "Typical," she mumbled, then reluctantly nodded. "OK, I
suppose I can do that."
"Good...that being settled, maybe we can continue the planning of this party?"
Mette asked, smiling at them.
They returned to the task of preparing for the party, and soon had a list of
everything needed. Sam and Daniel would recruit O'Neill and Teal'c to prepare
anything needed for a 'traditional' American Christmas, while Mette and her team
would take care of some Scandinavian Christmas decorations, food, and
traditions. This way there would be something new for everyone to experience.
A few days later.
Today was the day of the Christmas party. Almost everything was ready. Sam had
bought and wrapped the last of her many presents. Carrying her countless bags,
she walked into the large recreation room were the party was going to be. It was
as transformed! Large tables had been set up for the dinner, Christmas
decorations were everywhere - Sam especially noticed that there were two
Christmas trees, decorated quite differently. One looked familiar, and the other
was decked with what she presumed was Scandinavian style ornaments.
"Hey.." Daniel called to her, "...about time you got here. We have almost
"Sorry...it took forever to wrap all these gifts..."
"Yeah, I believe you. I'm glad I didn't have to do that...I thought you had all
the gifts you bought for SGC sent here?"
"I did. These are the ones from myself."
"Wow...must be nice to have that many friends...and expensive!" Daniel laughed.
"You have no idea! Well, I'm just going to dump them somewhere, then I'll be
back to help you with the rest." She went over to the vicinity of the Christmas
trees to drop off all the many bags.
A few hours later, everything was ready, except the food which would not arrive
until the guests were there.
"All right, time to go change for the party!" said Lisa Svennson, a young
Swedish lieutenant. She smiled to Sam and Mette. "We don't want to party in our
uniforms, do we?"
"Definitely not!" Mette said, as she disappeared out the door, soon followed by
Sam and Lisa.
A few moments later, they all heard the announcement of an off world activation.
Their guests were starting to arrive.
Sam was standing in her quarters, looking at the clothing she had bought for the
Christmas party. She was having second thoughts about this. It was a beautiful,
red dress, which was very flattering of her body. It was also quite small and
tight - as well as a good deal more revealing than what she usually preferred.
Being otherwise ready to go, she tried it on again. She looked at herself in the
mirror, still uncertain if she felt daring enough. Why not? It was, after all a
party, and it had been a long time since she had allowed herself to just relax
and have fun. Besides, Martouf and Lantash would be there. Maybe they would like
Still debating with herself, she heard a knock on the door. Thinking it was
Janet coming to tell her to hurry, she quickly opened the door to reveal Martouf
standing outside, smiling. Seeing her, his smile broadened and he blushed
*Lantash! Do you see that...that dress Samantha is wearing. It's stunning.*
*Yes, Martouf, very. We should talk to her...say something, or I will.*
Several moments later, he was still just looking at her, and she was starting to
flush deeply, as Martouf's eyes flashed and Lantash came fore.
"Hello, Samantha. We are very pleased to see you...you look beautiful!"
"Thank you. I'm happy to see you too." She smiled. "I didn't expect to see you
until the party."
"We met Janet, and she told us you would most likely be in your quarters...we
would like to accompany you to the party."
"Of course..." she looked thoughtful, "I am thinking about changing to another
dress before going."
"Why would you want to do that? Is there something wrong with the one you are
"No, it's just...well, you know..." She looked at him, her cheeks starting to
turn slightly pink. When he didn't seem to understand, she sighed. "I thought
maybe that it did not cover me enough."
"I see no reason for further covering. It is quite warm here, and what you are
wearing should be quite adequate...and Martouf and I both think it would be a
shame for you not to wear that beautiful dress. Samantha, you look
very...attractive in it. We would enjoy the party immensely, if you chose to
Sam again blushed, much deeper this time. "Thank you. All right, let's get going
then. I suppose most people will already be at the party." They hurriedly walked
to the recreation room.
The large room was full of people. Everyone seemed to be there already - both
their Tok'ra, Jaffa, and Asgard guests, as well as a large number of SGC
personnel. Daniel and O'Neill was standing in a corner, talking to Odin, leader
of the Asgard. O'Neill looked rather bored, but Daniel seemed absorbed in the
discussion. They were talking about Earth Christmas traditions, more
specifically Santa Claus and the tradition of putting up stockings to be filled.
Daniel told Odin about Santa Claus being based mostly on the 4th century bishop,
Saint Nicholas of Myra, but Odin insisted that the part about the stockings
stemmed from an old practice that once existed in Northern Europe. Children
would put their boots filled with straw and carrots near the chimney. Then, when
Odin passed by on his yearly hunting trip, with the fallen warriors who had been
sent to Valhalla, he would let his 8-legged horse Sleipnir eat the food. In
return Odin would leave candy and gifts in the children's boots. "Sometimes,
just for fun, I would leave them one or two of those delicious, yellow food
cubes - I understand non-Asgard consider them unpalatable." Odin laughed a
Seeing Teal'c, Sam waved at him. He didn't seem to notice her, though, as he was
fully concentrated on listening to Ishta of the Hak'tyl.
"Hiya, Carter...how nice of you to join us..." O'Neill came towards them,
together with Daniel. He looked at Martouf, greeting him in a less than
enthusiastically tone of voice. "Marty." *Why does the snakehead arrive together
with Carter? I better keep an eye on him, in case he tries something.* O'Neill
thought to himself.
Daniel smiled at both if them. "Hello Martouf...Sam. Wow, nice dress," he turned
slightly, pointing to the tables. "Why don't you go and get a drink. I think
dinner is served in a few minutes."
"OK. Thanks, Daniel," she turned to Martouf. "You should try the punch, it is
usually pretty good."
"I am willing to try it, but I have no idea what 'punch' is...nor what most of
anything in here is." He looked a bit lost, looking at all the strange things in
*Lantash, what do you think all these strange, multi-coloured objects which has
been put up everywhere is? ...and what about those decorated firs?*
*Various kinds of decorations for the party, perhaps. I remember Jacob telling
us that the trees are a traditional part of their Christmas celebrations...we
could ask Samantha for further details.*
*Yes...I remember. Jacob told us that Christmas originally were a midwinter
celebration, which a later religion combined with the birthday of their god...I
think...to make it easier for the population to accept the change in religion.*
Meanwhile, Sam had led them over to the punch bowl and now put a cup in their
hands. "This is punch. It's usually a combination of various fruit juices, maybe
some fruit, and sometimes some alcohol." She proceeded to help herself to a cup
of the drink while Martouf carefully tasted the punch.
*It's quite good, don't you think, Lantash?*
*Yes, it is, but there is quite a lot of alcohol in it. I can filter it out, of
course, provided you don't consume large quantities of it, which would seem
unwise. However, it will affect Samantha. We should warn her.*
"Do you like it?" Sam was having a rather large drink from her cup.
"Yes," Martouf said. "It has a pleasant taste. However, it has much more than
just 'some' alcohol in it. Lantash warns that you will become quite drunk, if
you drink more than a small amount of it."
"Well, I guess either Daniel or the Colonel has decided to liven up the party,
and poured in a lot of alcohol in the punch." She smiled, "it's OK...I mean it
is a party, after all, and you're supposed to get drunk, have fun, and be
silly! Promise me, don't let Lantash filter away all of it - enjoy yourself a
little." Sam giggled a little and took another big gulp of her cup.
*I believe the 'punch' is already having an effect on Samantha,* Lantash
observed. *We should keep an eye on her, to make sure she does not get into
trouble or do something she would later regret...I have noticed that many of the
men in this room seem to appreciate her clothing, much as we do...though they
are appreciating it a bit too much for my taste...*
*Yes, I agree. We will protect her, especially against O'Neill who is looking at
her from time to time...and Lantash, do let us feel a little of the effect of
this alcohol...from the way people are smiling and laughing, I believe it would
Lantash groaned, *If that is your wish.*
Jacob had now spotted them and came over to greet his daughter, just as the food
started to arrive. He gave Sam's dress a slightly disapproving look and Martouf
a warning glare, before he returned to talk to Mette.
Soon everyone was seated around the tables. It was a marvelous sight - Tok'ra,
Jaffa, Asgard, and Tau'ri sitting together, eating, drinking, talking, and
enjoying themselves. It bode well for the future of the alliance.
"So, Daniel. Tell us, what are all these different types of foods?" Freya asked.
She had managed to get a seat beside Daniel, something Anise was greatly
appreciating. Freya was starting to agree with her symbiote - Daniel was
worthy of their interest.
"I don't know all of them. Some are traditional American Christmas foods, some
are Scandinavian - for those you may wish to ask Lieutenant Andersen." He
indicated the young woman sitting across the table. "There is turkey, glazed
ham, cranberry sauce, sweet potatoes and some different vegetables. The dishes
over there are mostly traditional Scandinavian foods, both warm and cold. They
seem to be fond of pickled herring, but there are also fried plaice, eel, liver
paste, meatballs, roast pork, shrimp, red cabbage, smoked Greenland halibut as
well as eggs. They eat it with rye and wheat bread, together with butter and
various cheeses. We are supposed to drink Christmas beer, which I am told is
particularly strong, as well as schnapps. If you are up for it there are also
desserts from both cultures over on that table, Christmas pudding, ris a'la
mande as well as nuts and fruit."
Malek was studying all the different kinds of food and drink with
great interest. He and his host, Johan, had decided that they would sample
everything - in the interest of cross-cultural understanding, of course. *We are
going to need an increased metabolic rate, Malek, if we are to handle this
*Yes, agreed. I will take care of it. However, I suggest we allow ourselves to
experience the full effect of the alcohol. It should do much to further our
The decision made, they threw themselves at the task with glee. It didn't take
long before Malek was singing happily to himself and making impressive inroads
into the food - something which seemed to amuse Persus and Garshaw to no end.
*Malek! You're more drunk than I am. How did that happen?*
*I merely directed shig...significant amounts of the alcohol to mme, to make
sure I exprr...experienced the full effect. It is quite an experience...ah,
quiet. Someone is approaching...ah, what a nice cleavage.*
One of the members of the Scandinavian team - the young
Swedish lieutenant, Lisa Svennson, walked over to keep Malek company. She was
slightly intoxicated, and having taken an interest in the young Tok'ra, she
decided now was the time to act. She greeted him with a smile.
"Hi, Malek...or is it Johan." She giggled. "Anyway, you seem to have quite an
appetite...tell me, does this extend to...other areas as well?" She
"Oh, yes, my dear. Come here and sit with us." Johan answered, looking around
for a free chair. Not finding one, Malek decided to take over and handle
"You can sit on our lap and share a glass of wine with us..." he smiled boldly
Grabbing her around the waist, he pulled the giggling girl down to sit with him,
to the undivided amusement of the other Tok'ra present. It was certainly
interesting to see the otherwise serious base commander in such a situation.
They were all looking forward to spreading the news when they got back to the
Some time later, everyone was quite full and it was time for the 'gift game'.
After clearing the table and repeating the rules, the gifts people had brought
for the game were spread out on the surface.
"Wow," Daniel exclaimed, "is this what you call 'small trinkets?"
On the table, a number of rather long, heavy packages were visible, as well as
many others, both big and small. It was obvious to anyone that the long packages
were staff weapons.
"Yes," Rak'nor said, "it is various left-overs from our latest raid. They have
no real value."
"Of course. Just like those various trifles that we have brought - merely some
crystals, a bit of jewelry, and a few vases and other old stuff we had lying
around." Garshaw countered.
Daniel rolled his eyes and moaned slightly. He should have known this would
happen! The Jaffas and the Tok'ra were trying to outdo each other and pretend
that expensive and rare things were 'without value' to them. Merely junk they
had lying around anyway. Oh, well, if that's how they wanted to play it. Maybe
he could get himself something nice in the game.
After a short discussion, everyone surprisingly ended up agreeing that each
Tok'ra should roll the die twice, once for the host and once for the symbiote.
The game started and soon everyone was laughing and having fun. It did not take
them long to get to the point in the game where they started 'stealing' from
each other. Soon many of them were guarding small piles of packages. The Tok'ra
had managed to get hold of all of the staff weapons, and since no one else
seemed to appreciate them, they would be going home with several good weapons.
*A profitable party.* Garshaw thought.
*Yes, well worth everything else.* Yosuuf agreed. *We can always use more staff
weapons for the guards.*
An inordinate amount of packages were piling up in front of Martouf, but most of
them were Lantash's. As his symbiote rolled yet another '6' and quickly grabbed
a package from O'Neill, Martouf sighed.
*How do you do that? 2 times out of 3 you will get a '6' - I have only rolled
two of them all together in the game.*
*Maybe I'm just lucky?* He laughed. Martouf merely scoffed at him.
*All right, I will tell you. The die is slightly off balanced and if I throw it
just right it significantly increases the probability of rolling a '6'*
*I see...you're cheating!...maybe you should throw for me?*
*Martouf! That would be dishonorable...and I would be impersonating my
host...you know I don't like doing that...*
*I know...but we would get more packages...another thing, maybe we shouldn't
take O'Neill's packages from him every time he gets one. He is throwing daggers
at us with his eyes...*
*...but it's so funny!*
Martouf mentally rolled his eyes at his symbiote. *I think you are
They were interrupted by a very giggly Samantha. "Look at Malek...he and hish
host keeps stealing packages from each other!" She laughed.
Lantash smiled at her. "Yes, they are quite drunk. Fortunately, no one else
seems to want to steal from them, so they can keep exchanging the packages
Samantha giggled even more and leaned close to them, whispering, "I think Lt.
Svennson likes him."
Lantash glanced over at Malek, just as Lt. Svennson put her hands under Malek's
shirt - a gesture he promptly rewarded by pulling her closer and kissing her
passionately. "It seems he returns the feeling."
*I wonder if we could be doing the same with Samantha...perhaps we should get
her another drink...*
*Lantash! How can you suggest such a thing...it's unethical...but I have to
admit, it's an attractive thought.*
Just then, the alarm clock rang, indicating that the game was over and everyone
now got to keep whatever packages - if any, they currently had in their
possession. It was time to unwrap the gifts and see if they contained something
nice or if they were just wrapped to look that way.
Mette leaned across the table, talking to Sam. "Once, when I played this game at
home, with some of the others in the dormitory where I was living, there was
this very nicely wrapped, rather large package which everyone wanted. When it
was finally unwrapped it turned out to be a whole, smoked trout. Talk about
disappointment! The guy who won it was not happy."
Sam laughed and started to open the first of her two packages. "Well, let's hope
no one got that idea." She soon looked at a small, black unmarked cube. Shaking
it started a high-pitched, rather annoying ringing, which kept going for a long
time. There didn't seem to be any way to turn it off.
"Ah," Thor said, "Major Carter, congratulations. I see that you have won a
'tranquility cube'. It is one of our most beloved possessions. Every Asgard has
one - we consider the form to be aesthetically pleasing and the sound relaxing."
"Eh...thank you." Sam said, looking less than happy. She hurriedly put the cube
down and started opening her other package. It was a small, crystal animal, a
rodent of some kind.
"It is beautiful. Who brought this?"
"The Tok'ra brought several of these figurines. It requires some skill, but the
used tunnel crystals can be modified to various forms. I believe that particular
one must have been made by Malek. He is quite talented." Martouf looked more
closely at it. "Yes, it's definitely made by him. It is a desert mouse which can
be found on many planets. Malek is very fond of them, he has kept one as a pet."
Sam smiled at the image of the serious base commander keeping a small, fluffy
animal as a pet. "I will remember to compliment him of the craftsmanship...it
really is beautiful." She looked over at Malek, "...but I think I am going to
wait until later. I don't think he wants to be disturbed right now...Martouf,
what did you win?"
He quickly opened his packages. "One staff weapon and also one of those Asgard
cubes that you got."
*I forbid you to shake that thing, when I'm in the same room as you.* Realising
what he had just said, Lantash grinned, then took control to unwrap his
"I have won four staff weapons, some strange, coloured cubes, a book about
'Colorado fishing lakes', a large piece of paper with a picture of a Tau'ri
aircraft, and a shirt with writing on it...it says, "I can't be fired, slaves
are sold'...what does that mean?"
"It's a Tau'ri joke...people wear them to say that their jobs are hard and
boring, like that of a slave..."
*Perhaps we should wear it next time Garshaw assigns us to pool-cleaning duty,
"...oh, by the way, Lantash. Those cubes, don't eat them. They are Asgard food
and they are inedible for anyone else." Sam said with a disgusted look on her
"Wow, that's a lot of staff weapons, Lantash. Neither I nor Freya won anything,
but Anise got a staff weapon. It looks like the Tok'ra managed to get hold of
all of them...I would have liked to get one of those vases...they look ancient."
Daniel said, with an envious look at the vase standing in front of O'Neill.
"Too bad you don't have anything to give me in return, Daniel, then I
might be convinced to swap." O'Neill looked at his vase. "Actually, I
would be more than happy to swap - I'm not really into ancient Goa'uld pottery."
"Would you care to exchange the vase for a book about 'Colorado fishing lakes'
perhaps?" Lantash asked. "I have bad memories about fish, from when I was very
"Tried to eat you, did they?" O'Neill grinned. "OK, let's swap."
O'Neill got the book and Lantash received the vase in return, which he gave to
Daniel. Thanking him, he immediately started studying the writing on the
pottery, and soon would have been lost to the surroundings, were it not for
Anise and Freya, whom convinced him that the vase could wait.
Mette leaned across the table and whispered to Sam, "You didn't tell me your
father was so nice and...handsome. Tell me, is it true that Selmak was once a
Sam rolled her eyes. "Yes, but I don't think either of them really wants to be
reminded of that." Mette just smiled, and left.
"All right, folks!" Hammond said, in a loud voice, to be heard above all the
noise. "If all of you have finished looking at what you've won, then it's time
to hand out some gifts from us here at the SGC, to you, our friends and allies."
While Hammond was talking, SGC personnel was walking around handing out a
package to each of the Tok'ra, Jaffa, and Asgard. Each of the packages contained
an illustrated book about Earth and a Swiss army knife, except for the gifts for
Bra'tac, Thor, Garshaw, and Persus. They all received a larger, beautifully
crafted, antique dagger, made of Damascus steel in addition to the other things.
Bra'tac then walked up to Hammond, "Hammond of Texas, on behalf of the Rebel
Jaffa, we would like to present you with this ceremonial dagger. I, myself, took
it off an ashrak when I was young, and I have since used it to kill over a
hundred worthy adversaries. It is a good knife...may it bring you fortune and
serve you as well as it has me." He gave Hammond a large, dangerous looking
dagger, which the general carefully accepted.
"Why, thank you, Master Bra'tac. It is very thoughtful of you."
After that, Garshaw presented him with a gift from the Tok'ra, and then Thor
gave Hammond a gift from the Asgard.
The more official parts of the party being taken care of, Sam decided it was
time for her to hand out gifts to her Tok'ra friends and 'family'. She soon
realised it was indeed lucky she had gotten as many gifts as she had, because
they all brought her something.
When she had exchanged gifts with Jacob and Selmak, she at last turned to
Martouf/Lantash. She had gotten them some books about Earth, a nice shirt which
they had immediately tried on, and a necklace she had bought on impulse upon
seeing it. He gave her a big smile and put it on.
*I don't think Samantha realizes the significance of that necklace, Martouf.*
*No, neither do I - she probably had some vague recollection from Jolinar that
it would make a good gift...one that we would appreciate. We will explain it to
her later...I just hope she will not get angry.*
*Agreed...she does not have reason to be angry. She gave us the necklace, which
we accepted. We could not have known that she did not understand its meaning.*
"Thank you, Samantha. All your gifts are most appreciated...we have gifts for
you as well." Martouf handed her a larger package and a small box. The largest
package contained a beautiful, blue dress made of a thick, silk-like material.
Golden threads were inlaid in an intricate pattern along the hem and neckline.
"We know you do not usually wear such clothing, but we believe it would look
very good on you and match the colour of your lovely eyes, as well as your
"Thank you." Sam blushed deeply and hurriedly looked down at the other package,
which she quickly unwrapped. It contained a gold necklace with the most
stunning, blue crystal Sam had ever seen. "It's beautiful!" She immediately put
"It is made of the same material as the tunnel crystals. Lantash and I were
lucky to finally find one as flawless as that one."
"Thank you very much, both of you. These are wonderful gifts." She threw her
arms around his neck and gave them a big hug, before she realised what she was
doing. "Oops...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...eh..." she flushed slightly and
quickly let go of them.
"No need to apologize, Samantha. You may hug us any time you want."
*Preferably as often as possible...why did you not embrace her when you had the
*I'm sorry...I was surprised and did not react fast enough...next time I will be
*Let us hope there will be a next time...then I will take control if you
do not do anything.*
*Yes...yes, please do that.*
Meanwhile, Sam had decided she wasn't nearly drunk enough for this party...it
had been far too long since she had been to any good parties. Seeing that the
punch bowl had been refilled, she grabbed a large cup for herself and one for
Martouf. He absent minded accepted it and took a big gulp, which made Lantash
yell at him. He winced, then suddenly noticed something interesting.
"Samantha, have you noticed? Aldwin seems to be involved in some sort of
drinking competition with a group of Jaffas..."
"Yes, and he seems to be loosing!" she giggled. "I thought the symbiotes were
sup...supposed to be able to...to filter out, you know, alcohol and stuff?"
Martouf's head bowed as Lantash assumed control. "We are, but some are better at
it than others. Aldwin's symbiote, Gerim, has never been good at it."
"Poor Gerim...the Jaffas will laugh at him...I hope..." she was interrupted by
Mette and Jacob, who was helping her carry in 'glögg' and 'brunkager'.
"Sam, you must try this drink. It is called 'glögg'
and it is a hot, spiced wine, with raisins and almond slivers. The cookies are
something called 'brunkager' - they are a sort of gingersnaps. I'm sure you will
like both!" Jacob said, sounding as if he had also had too much to drink.
*What is wrong with the Tok'ra today?* Sam thought. *Have they all decided to
get drunk as a way to learn about Tau'ri culture - or were they just looking for
an excuse to party?* She accepted a cup of the hot liquid, as did Lantash. Sam
was starting to get fairly drunk, and Martouf too could now feel some effect of
the alcohol, after he had managed to convince Lantash that he shouldn't filter
as well as he could.
Again looking over at Aldwin, he suddenly found his attempts to impress the
Jaffa hilarious and giggled out loud. Getting a rather strange look from
O'Neill, Lantash and he decided to go easy on the alcohol from now on. They
didn't want to appear foolish in front of either O'Neill or Sam, but for
entirely different reasons. Wanting the focus shifted to something else, Lantash
grabbed Sam's hand and started pulling her in the direction of the various
"Come, Samantha, and tell me about these ornaments and plants, which currently
covers much of this room. What do they signify?"
Sam considered for a moment where to start, them, looking up she laughed. "I
think I know which one I will explain first," she pointed to a plant that was
hanging above Lantash's head. "That plant is a mistletoe, and according to
American and English tradition, you're allowed to...even supposed to,
kiss a person who is standing under it."
*How very fortunate that we are standing just where we are!*
*Yes, Martouf. Very. We must remember this for the future. Perhaps we could
bring a twig of it to hold over Samantha's head whenever we feel like kissing
"Ah...well, we must of course follow this tradition. Please, I would be more
than happy to kiss you." With this, he pulled a blushing Sam to him and kissed
her. The kiss were at first very gentle and light, but when she didn't make any
attempts to stop, Lantash held her closer and deepened the kiss. Sam whimpered
slightly, then returned the kiss. A moment later she let one hand slide under
his shirt, caressing his back, while the other moved to his neck, gently
touching Lantash, as she remembered Jolinar doing. He made a small gasp, and his
hands started fondling her back and shoulders.
*Martouf, do you want control?*
*No, not yet. You're doing great.*
Some time later, they became aware of someone talking to them, and slowly let go
of each other.
"Ah, finally," Daniel said. "Do you mind going somewhere else? I am teaching
Anise and Freya about Tau'ri Christmas traditions, and I need to use the
mistletoe to demonstrate," he flushed slightly as Anise smiled sweetly to him.
"Of course." Sam grinned, "Lantash, what would you like me to show you next?"
"Are there any other, equally pleasurable traditions?" he smiled at her, with a
slightly naughty look in his eyes.
"Sam, why don't you show him the Christmas decoration in your room? The one I
helped you with." Daniel said.
"That sounds like an excellent idea. I would be very interested in that."
Lantash said, putting an arm around Sam's waist - she didn't push him away, but
looked a little shy.
*Perhaps we should inform Malek, Persus, or Garshaw, that we are leaving the
*That is not necessary, Martouf. I believe Garshaw and Persus have observed us
with Samantha and will realise where we are when they see that both she and us
are missing...as for Malek, he left together with Lt. Svennson some 15-20
minutes ago, presumably to go to her room. I do not believe he would appreciate
being disturbed by us.*
*No, we would probably get toilet cleaning duty for the next ten years - if we
"All right...let's go to my quarters, I just need to say good night to Dad
first...I mean...eh...he might have left when I come back. I didn't mean
that...that we were going there to...to..." she stammered and her face became a
deep red colour.
Martouf who was now in command just smiled, pretending not to notice her
discomfort. "Let us go and find Jacob, then."
Just then, a whining noise was heard and Thor and the other Asgard guests
disappeared. They had apparently decided that it was time to leave, but - as
usual - hadn't bothered to inform anyone. Later, they would find that the Asgard
had taken the Swedish yule goat ornaments, probably Thor had decided it was time
for a small sacrifice to the great god of war.
Selmak was sitting with Mette in a sofa in the back of the room. She had one
hand on Mette and in the other she held a sizable goblet of wine. It was clear
to everyone that Selmak was quite drunk. Mette too had obviously had a lot to
drink. She apparently had some sort of fantasy about being the slave of a System
Lord - a fantasy which Selmak seemed happy to accommodate, she just needed to
*Selmak! This is morally wrong. She is even younger than Sam!*
*Rubbish! She is a mature adult and very eager. It is our duty to please
her! You have to admit that she is very attractive.*
*Yes, she is very nice, but we hardly know anything ...*
*It is not conversation she needs right know! Do you want me to keep the
At this point Jacob gave up. Against Selmak on one side and a very willing young
woman on the other he was powerless. He drew Mette closer to him, and said
quietly in his best imitation of a System Lord: "Young one, come here and let us
taste your lips". The kiss was very satisfactory, it was clear that while Mette
might be young, she was not inexperienced in such matters. "Give us another",
Selmak commanded and Mette dutifully obeyed, while showing some initiative of
*Her tongue is amazingly flexible, let us put her skill to good use tonight,*
grinned Selmak, as Jacob slowly recovered from the kiss.
"Ah...I have found Jacob," Martouf pointed to the sofa where Jacob/Selmak and
Mette were sitting.
*I wonder were he got that golden cape. It is quite tasteless...it looks
Goa'uld.* Lantash noted.
*Maybe he won it in the 'gift game' - or perhaps it was a gift from
someone...perhaps the young lieutenant he is talking to?*
*I don't think 'talking' is all they are doing...and Selmak appears to be
drunk...why is everyone drunk?* Lantash thought, exasperated.
By now, Sam had noticed her father - and Mette. "On second hand, maybe we don't
need to speak to Dad right now. I think he would rather be left alone - I'll
talk to him tomorrow." She grabbed hold of Martouf and quickly pulled him
towards the door, doing her best not to look in her father's direction. Martouf
happily followed her.
I don't think you've actually been in my quarters before, have you?" Sam asked,
slightly nervous, as she opened the door.
"No, we haven't," they followed her in and looked around as she closed the door,
and after a moments thought, locked it. "You have very nice quarters, Samantha.
They are much more pleasant than the quest quarters we have been assigned."
"Yes...well, I spend more time here on the base than I do in my house. They
agreed to give me larger quarters - which I were allowed to decorate myself, my
own bathroom, a bit more furniture, as well as a larger bed..." She blushed.
He nodded. *What do we do now, Lantash? I hope she took us here because she
wanted to be alone with us - and to continue what we started in the recreation
room, but I am starting to feel nervous. What if she has regretted her actions?*
*Let me have control. I am certain she wants us...I think she is merely nervous,
as we are. She can not be certain of our feelings either.*
Martouf's eyes glowed as Lantash assumed control, then walked over to Sam,
taking her hand. "Samantha..." He leaned in and gave her a brief kiss. "You have
decorated your room nicely, but Martouf and I agree that you are by far the most
pleasing sight in here...that dress is most becoming, you look very lovely in
it." He kissed her again, "but we're certain you would be even more beautiful
without it," the smile he sent her was somewhat shy, but the glint in his eyes
Sam flushed an even deeper red and looked down. "Well, then..." she made a
decision...she wanted them, she would not let this opportunity pass. She
looked up and smiled at them, "...then I guess I should take it off. Will you
help me with the zipper?"
Lantash smiled back at her. "Certainly, my Samantha." He let one hand slide up
her back until he reached the zipper, then slowly opened it, while his other
hand caressed her side, moving upwards to her breast. He kissed her deeply as he
pulled slightly on her dress, causing it to fall to the ground. Lantash now let
Martouf have control, so that he, too, could enjoy kissing and fondling their
Sam decided it was her turn and started pulling off first Martouf's vest, then
his shirt. She then leaned in and started kissing his chest, while her hands
slowly caressed his back. He immediately responded by pulling her even closer
and started trying to unhook her bra. After fumbling with it for a while, his
eyes glowed and Lantash proceeded to tear the bra apart. "This garment seemed
poorly designed - I will get you another."
"It's all right, Lantash. Don't worry about it...now, please, kiss me." Sam
said, her voice becoming seductive.
Throwing the remnants of the bra away, Lantash happily obliged, kissing her
passionately. Sam returned his kisses with the same fervor, touching him
everywhere. Pressing herself to him, she could feel how hard he was. She started
kissing her way from his mouth to his ear, then back down past his throat to his
chest, stopping shortly to suck on first one, then the other nipple. Kissing and
nibbling she continued her way further down to his stomach. Reaching his pants,
she quickly unbuttoned them and pulled them down, but stopped when she got to
his leg-wrappings. She spent a few moments trying to figure out how to unbind
them, then Lantash decided it was taking too long and that he had better help
her. He hurriedly pushed off his shoes, then removed his leg-wrappings, so his
pants could get the rest of the way off. He was now standing naked in front of
her, smiling at her.
Blushing slightly, Sam kicked off her high heels and walked over to him, pulling
off her nylon stockings on the way. As soon as she reached him, he pulled her to
him, kissing her until she couldn't think straight. He then lifted her up and
carried her to the bed, lying down beside her as he pulled off her panties. She,
too was now totally naked.
Sam again started kissing him where she had left off before, slowly moving down
over his stomach, then jumping to the inner of his right thigh and upward again,
finally reaching his shaft. She started licking from the bottom to the top and
then sliding down over it, sucking gently, making Martouf moan. She continued
alternately licking and sucking, running her tongue around the top and then
taking him deeper into her mouth, causing his eyes to glaze over and his hips to
thrust against her once, before he managed to control himself temporarily.
*Lantash...her mouth feels wonderful...I won't be able to...to stop myself much
longer. Will you take control?*
*Yes, of course, but I'm afraid I won't do any bet...ah, she really is
talented...* Lantash managed as he assumed control of their shared body.
"Samantha...mmy Sa...Samantha," Lantash stuttered as Sam showed him her skill.
"..please, could you continue this later...we would like to...to mate with you."
Sam looked up at him and smiled sweetly, giving him a last lick before she
started kissing her way up his abdomen and then further up to his nipples. "I
would like that very much, my dear Lantash," she murmured as she started sucking
his nipples. He gasped and started fondling her breasts roughly, then pulled her
up to kiss him. She embraced him tightly, then let her hands slide up to his
neck and started to caress Lantash more directly, again making him moan deeply.
As she kissed his mouth deeply, she increased the pressure she used and started
stroking him somewhat harder than earlier.
"Samantha...we need you...NOW." Lantash sounded both desperate and demanding.
She pushed him down on the bed and straddled him, slowly sliding down over him.
When she had accustomed herself to his size, she started moving up and down at a
not too fast pace, rubbing herself against him every time she reached bottom.
Lantash again started fondling her breasts, then grabbed her hips and tried to
make her go faster. After a little while he lost control and flipped her over so
he was now on top, then proceeded to thrust vigorously into her. Meanwhile, she
started playing with his nipples, then slid a hand to their neck and caressed
Lantash. Sam now felt her orgasm approaching and grabbed his buttocks and pulled
him close as she cried out her release. Lantash felt her vagina massaging his
shaft, pushing him over the edge and forcing a scream out of him as he released
his semen deep inside her. He leaned over her, kissing her deeply as he gently
pulled out of her, then laid down on his side and pulled her close to him,
snuggling. Kissing her neck, he whispered, "we love you, Samantha. You were
wonderful..." Sam turned around and kissed him back, smiling.
"I love you both. I'm so happy we finally figured it out. I have wanted you for
so long, but I was so worried that you weren't really interested."
"Don't worry, we felt the same way. Now, please kiss me again." Lantash said, as
he gave her a long, sweet kiss.
*Lantash! We haven't said anything about the necklace...we should mention it's
meaning to Samantha!*
*Yes, of course.*
"My Samantha, you know the necklace you gave Martouf and I? Do you remember it's
"No, not really... I just had a very good feeling about it. Tell me, what does
"Among the Tok'ra it is used as an invitation to become ones mate. You accept by
putting the necklace on. By wearing it you signify that you are a couple. "He
smiled broadly and played with the necklace. "Don't worry, we knew that you
didn't remember, so we are not going to hold you to it...that is, unless you
Sam blushed deeply. "You are both naughty. Why didn't you tell me anything? All
the other Tok'ra must have noticed it." She hid her embarrassment by leaning
forward and kissing their neck. "I want you to keep wearing it. I want to be
your mate. Now hold me tight." They happily complied and held her close. Much to
her surprise she felt their manhood stir again.
Assuming control, Martouf said. "Yes, there are advantages to having a symbiote.
We are ready again, and now it's my turn to be the one in control."
Jacob woke with the pleasant feeling of having slept for hours, while in reality
it had been no more than twenty minutes. He was lying on the the bed in Mette's
quarters. Mette was nestled with her back against him and his right arm was
wrapped around her narrow waist. Her arms were stretched high above her head,
her wrists had been tied together with one end of a length of soft rope, while
the other end had been tied to a nob on her headboard. She was sleeping soundly,
having spent her energy during their resent activities.
*Selmak, What have you done!?*, Jacob asked.
*Erh ..., What do you mean?*, Selmak answered sleepily.
*The rope, do not tell me that we ...*
*Relax! Why do you think she keeps rope in her night stand, silly?
*I have to untie her! Her hands must be sleeping.*
*Do not worry! Don't you think that I know how to tie a girl up without
disturbing her circulation?*
Jacob took control and reached for the knots. He had to admire Selmak's skill.
There was not a mark to be found on Mette's wrists. Her arms had been hold
firmly in place, even as she had struggled playfully.
*Selmak, you are really something*, Jacob said, *We are going to have a long
talk about this*
*Why? It seemed to me that you were quite happy with the result?* Selmak
Before Jacob could think of something suitable to say, Mette stirred and opened
her eyes. She turned towards Jacob and smiled: "Uhm, that was nice.."
She rested her head against his shoulder and began to play with the hair on his
chest. "Listen, I am terribly sorry, I would never ..", Jacob began, but was
stopped by a kiss.
"Shhh, Jacob, you and Selmak were wonderful. I felt perfectly safe with you."
She kissed him again, before starting to work her way down his chests. She was
happy to feel his manhood stir. "I am afraid I require further correction, my
Lord", Mette said in a mock imitation of the submissive voice she had used
earlier. Despite his best efforts Jacob felt blood rush to his growing erection.
"Allow me to prepare your staff", Mette added, just before she slid down between
Next morning in the commissary.
Garshaw and Persus was having a quiet breakfast while they watched the various
Tok'ra-Tau'ri couples. They both hoped it would serve to strengthen the
alliance, as there would now be at least four people at the SGC voting in the
Tok'ras favor. Lisa was sitting in one corner, with a slightly shy Malek. He had
apparently decided to forgo the experience of a hangover and seemed to enjoy the
breakfast or maybe it was just the company. A little further in the same
direction, Daniel was keeping Anise and Freya company. Anise was currently in
control, and she appeared to have had a pleasant night and looked extremely
happy, though somewhat tired. Close by, Aldwin was entertaining a young female
Jaffa who had saved him from the drinking competition the evening before. In the
furthest corner, Jacob and Selmak was having breakfast with Mette. Jacob was in
control, as Selmak was slightly embarrassed and a bit apprehensive about the
other Tok'ra. Garshaw seemed to enjoy herself - she had difficulty controlling
her laughter whenever she caught their eye. Selmak had insisted on Jacob having
control ever since a couple of young Tok'ra had entered the commissary and
greeted him with a 'all hail Lord Selmak' before breaking down in laughter.
Martouf/Lantash and Sam snuck into the room, trying to be as inconspicuous as
possible and not to catch the attention of either Jacob or Selmak. However, one
glance at Mette and the cheerful Tok'ra told them that they had nothing to worry
about, at least in the immediate future.