threes

Three's A Blast
By Dish
(AKA Trish Williams and Denise)

Disclaimer Stargate Sg-1 and its characters are the property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. 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.

General Hammond had decided to give SG-1 a little cocktail party to say 'thanks' for saving Earth from the Replicators. It was no small feat considering the Asgard still were not able to defeat them. Jack figured the team should get some recognition for saving Earth, again, but like Teal'c he was not all that keen on this party; he wanted something bigger. The Jaffa relaxed and tried his best to look as if he was enjoying the occasion, though his body language said he was not.

Another frustrating aspect of this whole thing is that it was delaying a much-anticipated reunion with the Tau'ri female he had recently begun dating. Doctor Kayla Porter had been called away to the Pentagon right after he and Jack left to fight the techno bugs on that Russian submarine. Between his off-world missions, her visits to Area 51 and projects holding her hostage, they had not been able to spend any time together for the past three weeks. The time they had spent earlier in the day shopping Teal'c did not consider as 'spending time' the way he desired to. Instead of holding her shopping bags and fighting off presumptuous merchants, he could, as the Tau'ri say, have had a V8 instead.

Jack, who was standing next to him, sighed loudly as he looked out at the people gathered in small groups or milling around the gate room. "If this was a real party, there would be more women," he quipped.

Teal'c took a quick visual survey of the females in the room. Out of almost a hundred people only seven were women. Teal'c did not consider this a problem since one of the women was 'his'. "Is it not the effort that counts, O'Neill?" he asked.

Jack rumpled up his face the way he always did when Teal'c presumably bungled another human saying. "Thought, Teal'c," he corrected, smiling as one of the few women passed by him. "It's the thought that counts."

"Yeah," he said and took a long drink of champagne. "The champagne definitely is top-shelf. Gotta be thankful to George for that."

Daniel soon walked over to join them, pushing up his glasses with one finger and holding a full glass of champagne in the other. Teal'c noticed with interest that Doctor Frasier was most reluctant for him to leave her side. He figured perhaps the reason Daniel had kissed her before coming over was to reassure her that he would indeed return to her side.

Teal'c looked down at the black suit he was wearing. It was wool crepe, quite expensive, and had been getting the exact reaction all evening that he was going after. Granted he preferred the less-restrictive formal Jaffa robes worn for social occasions, this suit was tailored differently from the ones he had previously bought with Daniel's assistance. He wore it with more ease and felt as if he wore the garment, not that it was wearing him.

"Yeah, I'm thinking Teal'c is going for that National Felons League look," Jack remarked with a chuckle. "All you need is a gold earring and you'll be all set."

"It is a play of words upon what is commonly known as the National Football League," Teal'c informed him. Kayla had used the same analogy in jest at times. "I understand several of its members have been involved in several legal infractions of late."

Jack gave Teal'c a look that said he knew something the Jaffa did not. "You do know what it is she's doing, right?"

"She's got you tagged. Basically telling everyone you're her property. I don't know how it is on Chulak but here on Earth, women do that." Jack polished off his glass of champagne, then picked up another from a waiter passing by.

Teal'c never did understand the Tau'ri preoccupation with consuming mass quantities of alcohol. There was alcohol served on Chulak, but it was used sparingly and then only during certain festival days or religious ceremonies. For a Jaffa to ingest it on a regular basis would interfere with the proper function of the symbiote. If the Tau'ri had to depend on another being to keep their immune system functioning, they would think twice about drinking so much.

"Sara used to buy these outfits for me," Jack continued. "They were ugly as hell, and basically to tell other women I was her husband and thereby off-limits."

"I'm serious," Jack told him. "We all know how much of a control freak Porter is. Out of all of us Teal'c definitely knows how much."

"It was I who selected this suit, O'Neill," Teal'c said flatly. "Doctor Porter merely made the suggestion that rich colors are more favorable to my countenance. The merchant at the marketplace where I purchased this garment agreed with her."

"Sorry," Daniel apologized. "You didn't specify a color preference when I took you suit shopping. Where is Doctor Porter?"

Jack pointed his champagne glass towards the left side of the stargate. "She's over there with Carter. Probably arguing who has the better palm frond."

"I knew that," he quipped, taking another drink of champagne. The drink immediately spewed out of his mouth when he saw Kayla turn around.

Teal'c smiled knowingly as both of his friends stared agape at Kayla's back. The black dress had thin shoulder straps and was cut very low-the back just barely skimming the top of her rear end. She was just as full in the rear as she was on top, making the rear view of the dress even more suggestive. One leg peeked out from a side slit cut up to her mid-thigh, exposing the very curves that had hooked him at first sight. As he took a sip of water, Kayla's eyes met his and they gave each other a look only they truly understood.

Jack cleared his throat. "I just have a hard time believing you let her out in public looking like that."

"Exactly, Jack," Daniel, said. "It isn't like she's his property. They're just dating. Right?"

Daniel's statement didn't satisfy Jack. "Aren't you worried some jarhead from SG-3 will hit on her?" he asked Teal'c. "And before you say they're too intimidated to mess with you, don't ever underestimate a drunk, horny Marine. I made that mistake once in my life. Never again."

Teal'c was aware Kayla had practically dated all the SG-3 members at one time. Lieutenant Johnson, one of SG-3's most famous members, had been giving her unabashed looks regardless of his presence. He could care less since Kayla would be leaving with him, not Lieutenant Johnson. Truth be told, all of the looks Kayla was getting from other men in the room just got him more turned on. He could feel the stirring between his legs and he cursed the confining human garments he wore.

"Regardless I am not concerned," Teal'c said. "If I did not wish for other males to look upon Kayla, she would not be wearing the garment I selected for her."

"Wait," Daniel said, blinking his eyes. "Are you saying that you picked out the dress she's wearing?"

Teal'c smirked as Jack and Daniel gave each other confused looks then gave him the same expression. He dismissed himself from them with a nod of the head and went to speak to Kayla. It was time for them to depart this gathering. Immediately.

Sam stood next to Kayla, seemingly engrossed in what she had to say. A half-empty glass of champagne was clasped by both of her hands and a glittering gold bracelet hung on her left wrist. She was dressed in a black dress just as provocative as Kayla's but in a different way. Hers had straps that came up and met around the neck, pushing up a nice amount of cleavage Teal'c did not fail to notice. Seeing Sam dressed in this manner was not a usual occurrence. It always seemed to strike him how even more beautiful a woman she wore things other than the usual military dress. Teal'c stood next to Kayla just in time to hear what she was telling Sam.

Kayla gave him a welcoming smile then resumed talking. "So she says to him, I would give you blow job but I don't have a pair of tweezers.'"

"Is this another lascivious joke of the sister of your mother?" Teal'c asked. He had heard this one before.

Teal'c couldn't tell if Sam was more shocked by his cool reaction to the joke or that he had even heard it before. Nevertheless he enjoyed her reaction.

"How many of these have you heard, Teal'c?" Sam asked incredulously. The way her cheeks flushed made her look even more beautiful.

"Oh, these do not faze him," Kayla said, playfully poking a finger into his chest. "The Jaffa have some dirty jokes that you would not believe."

"Really?" Sam cocked her head sideways at Teal'c. The Jaffa just raised his eyebrow and gave her a look that said he was guilty as charged.

Kayla raised her champagne flute a few inches away from her lips. "Left me speechless. How often does that happen?" The rhetorical question lingered in the air as she drained the last of her champagne.

There was something about the way her lips touched the champagne glass that made Teal'c realize yet again how much he wanted her. He had desired her on numerous occasions but for some reason, tonight his desire for her was so intense that it was both frightening and exciting at the same time. But if that were the case, Teal'c wondered why he kept noting how attractive Sam was looking this evening. When his mind figured out why that was, he immediately thought of a plan to take care of it.

His right hand moved up behind Kayla and rested on the right cheek of her rear end. He tossed Johnson a 'she's mine' look, then began to whisper a string of suggestive thoughts into her left ear.

"Go to my quarters and wait for me there," he whispered huskily. "I cannot wait until we return to your home to take you."

Kayla's eyes grew wide when she realized exactly what he meant. "You're lucky, I'm in the same kind of mood tonight." She gave him a devilish grin, the sparkle in her dark brown eyes matching that of the Austrian crystal teardrop earrings in her ears and the hairpins that secured her upswept hairstyle. "Don't keep me waiting too long. If I'm asleep when you get there you'll just be out of luck."

His eyes were plastered on her as she made her exit from the room. The way her hips swayed as she walked cause his mind to fill with images of what would happen as soon as he returned to his quarters. He sincerely hoped she would already have the dress removed for he did not feel he could be patient enough to show restraint if he had to remove it himself.

"What are you up to, Teal'c?" Sam asked, her voice hinting she knew he was up to some sort of devilment.

Teal'c kept his gaze squarely on Kayla's departing form. He did not look at Sam until Kayla disappeared through the door of the gateroom.

Frowning a bit as she wondered just what he was up to, Sam acquiesced and motioned towards the door. As she walked by her companion she couldn't contain a smile as she felt about fifty pairs of eyes watching her go. There were days when being one of a couple of dozen females stationed at the SGC had its advantages.

When General Hammond had announced the party she'd at first been annoyed. The party scene just wasn't for her. She'd had her fill of them during her time at the Pentagon. And while the man meant well, she'd much rather just attended a barbecue or something casual rather than this semi-formal affair. Of course things could have been worse; Hammond could have put together a black tie affair complete with dignitaries from Washington.

Then again, to be honest, it had been fun to watch the reactions of all the men of the base during the night. There was enough rampant testosterone in the room to choke a horse.
The looks on the men's faces when they were presented with incontrovertible proof that she really was female had been a true Kodak moment. She and Kayla had joked that half the men of this base were going to need jaw surgery in the morning. She hadn't seen them look so loopy since Hathor ran around spraying her 'make me horny' air freshener.

She knew her dress had more than a little to do with it. Which was exactly why she'd bought the thing. Dressing 'slinky' wasn't her normal MO. In fact several times over the years she'd purposefully dressed herself down, trying to fit in. She knew she was attractive, and the last thing the wives of the few married officers needed to see was just how attractive she was. The less jealousy and insecurity the better.

But right now she didn't care. There were no wives here. And damnit if they were going to treat her like 'the girl' part of the time, she was going to look like the girl.
So when she and Janet had shopped for the dress they'd purposefully looked for a 'vavavoom' style. While she had no where near as much to fill out her dress as Kayla did, she had enough curves in just the right places to make more than a few men sit up and take notice.

As she followed Teal'c down the hall, her heels clicking slightly on the concrete floor, she couldn't help but notice that she wasn't the only one dressing to kill. Damn that man was fine. He filled out that suit in ways that could make a girl's heart flutter. It was no surprise to her that all the women on the base, and some of the men, were more than a little jealous of her. After all, how many women got to spend days on end with what many considered were the three biggest hunks in the SGC?

The colonel had this wiry strength that some found appealing. And a sense of humor that…well it did grow on you if you let it.

Daniel…oh my had he buffed up in the last few years. At first some had been attracted to his quiet cuddly appearance. Now they were fawning over those impressive biceps he tried to keep hidden. And even Sam had to admit when it came to hands he had the best ones around. She'd been fortunate enough to be the recipient of a stress relieving back rub or two over the years and that boy was truly gifted. She refused to think about what other use those long fingers could find.

But Teal'c…He was just plain drop dead gorgeous. Those muscles that spoke to his immense physical strength, his warm eyes that sparkled with wisdom and humor. He was a giant economy sized teddy bear. She still couldn't figure out how the hell Drey'auc could let him go. If he were hers…she'd have him on a leash…a short one.

She followed him into an empty office, frowning a bit as he deliberately shut the door. Wow. Whatever he wanted it must be important. "Teal'c, what's going on?" She asked, turning to face him in the mostly empty room.

"I wish to ask your assistance in a matter," he said, smiling softly as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small container. She watched him spray it into his mouth. He was worried about his breath? She fought to keep a straight face.

"Ok. What? And why all the cloak and dagger stuff? Don't tell me there are aliens around here again, cause I'm really not in the mood. And there is no way in hell I'm climbing that ladder again in these heels," she joked, trying to lighten the mood. He was really starting to spook her. If she didn't know better she'd swear he had an almost predatory look on his face.

"There is no alien incursion. This is a personal matter," he said, moving towards her. Sam took an instinctive look back and ran into the empty desk. It and an office chair were the only two pieces of furniture in the room.

"We have several similar to ancient Tau'ri holidays. Likely because we do share the same ancestors. One of them is the holiday of Bekh'man," he said, moving a little closer.

Sam leaned back a bit cursing the desk that was in her way. "What…what's beck'man?"

Sam frowned. Daniel was the expert on this holiday stuff, not her. "Umm…wait, summer solstice stuff? Stonehenge and all that stuff?"

"Ooh. Well that's neat. But what does it have to do with me? Do you need to go back to Chulak or something? You should really be telling the general this…"

"No. General Hammond cannot aid me in this. I require your assistance," he said placing his arms on either side of her effectively pinning her to the desk.

"According to my religion there are certain rites that must be performed upon the night of Bekh'man. If these rites are not performed then the coming year will be one of hardship and strife. I wish you to participate with me in these rites," he said, moving his face close to hers.

She could feel his breath upon her face, warm and moist, smelling oddly musky. "Umm…wouldn't Daniel? I…I mean he's better with this culture stuff than I am." She fumbled with her words. She felt decidedly tipsy. The champagne had been good stuff but usually she could hold her liquor far better than this.

"Daniel Jackson can not help me. You can," he stated as he lowered his mouth to hers.
Sam stood in shock as her mouth instinctively opened to his invading tongue. She closed her eyes…oh my god Teal'c was a great kisser…Teal'c! What the hell?

Her eyes flew open and she pulled her head back, breaking the kiss. "Teal'c! What the hell are you doing?" She demanded, pushing him away. Had there been an alien invasion while she wasn't looking? Who the hell was this man in front of her?

"Assistance! I thought you wanted me to light a candle or something not….that," she said, gesturing at him and the obvious sign that he had more than enjoyed the kiss.

"This is a sign of how suited to this rite you are. Only the perfect mate will garner this response in such a short time," he said, unashamed of the erection straining his pants. In fact he was most proud of it. The strength of a warrior's erection mirrored his strength in battle.

"You fear that if we do this it will lower you in my eyes. Make you less worthy of respect."

"You fear that I will avail myself of you then sully the experience by bragging of it to others," he continued, his voice serious yet soothing. "Asking for your aid in Bekh'man is not a debasement rather an honor. It is something I ask only because I have great respect for you as a warrior and as a woman. And I would die before divulging what happens this night to anyone," he promised, settling his arms on her shoulders.

"You have fought many battles in recent years, battles that have cost you great pain. I can alleviate some of that pain," he said softly, sliding one hand down her shoulder to caress her naked back. "I have learned much in my more than one hundred years of existence. Allow me to use it to give you great pleasure as repayment for all you have done for me."

His hand slipped under her dress and cupped her bottom, sliding over the lacy panties she wore. Again he lowered his lips to hers and this time she willingly acquiesced. He felt her arms wrap around his neck as he twisted his left hand to slide it under her bodice cupping one breast. He growled slightly as he realized she wasn't wearing a bra and her nipple immediately pebbled under his palm. She was his now.

Sam lowered one hand from his neck and slid it under his jacket and into his pants. She immediately found her target, though it wasn't hard to miss. She cupped her hands around his erection, glorying in the way it more than filled her palm. God it had been so long. Years literally since she'd had this. And what the hell could it hurt? It wasn't like she'd catch something. They were all tested within an inch of their lives every time they returned to earth, not that there was a chance Teal'c could be carrying anything anyway not with junior…junior. Oh god…there was two of them. She giggled slightly. It was going to be a threesome. She'd never done that before.

She forced her hand into his briefs and grabbed his balls, caressing them and reveling in his sharp intake of breath. He may have been around for a century but she was no shy virgin either.

She felt him remove his hand from her bottom and fumble with her dress, pulling the long skirt up. Her hips shifted around restlessly as it took him a minute to get the fabric to obey his desires. She moved her hand and wrapped it demandingly around his erection feeling it quiver in her hand.

It was her turn to gasp as his fingers finally found their goal. "Oh god, yes. There," she gasped as he found her core. She bucked her hips trying to force those questing fingers where she needed them to be. To hell with fingers…there was something else she wanted there…now.

She brought down her left hand and reluctantly gave up her new toy temporarily.
Feeling her fingers at his belt Teal'c pulled back. His left hand left her breast to grab her wrists, keeping her from her goal. "No," he said.

"NO? What in the hell do you mean 'no'?" she demanded, breathing heavily. Holy Hannah if he stopped now she was going to kill him. "You started this and you are damned well going to finish it!" She struggled to pull her hands free.

"I simply mean not here," he said caressing her with his right hand, which was still between her legs.

"Here is right where I want you to be," she said, wiggling her hips again trying to force him in.

He pulled his hand away and pulled her dress back down. "I simply mean that for this rite I believe a bed would be a more appropriate location," he said smiling at the blatant frustration on her pale face. She was gorgeous when she was aroused. He could imagine how she would look in the throes of passion.

"Come," he said, releasing her hands. There was no need of such restraint now…though there might be in a few minutes when she saw what else was in his room.

For once he was grateful for the symbiote he carried. He had a funny feeling he was going to need every bit of strength and endurance the creature could give him.

Teal'c exited the elevator on the VIP level where his quarters were. Sam came out behind him, her face holding the same anticipatory smile as his. They did not hold hands as they walked so as not to arouse suspicion, but the look in their eyes said they were about to share something wonderful. He could not wait to see the look in her eyes as he took her, to hear how well he would please her. His anticipation was tempered with the fact that bringing Sam and Kayla together for the ritual would require extreme diplomacy. If he did not handle things just right, the Rite of Bekh'man would not be performed, and he would have to resort to a long, frustrating session of self-stimulation.

"Please remain here," he told her as they stopped a few feet down the hall from the door of his quarters. "I wish to make sure the room is satisfactory before you see it."

Sam giggled nervously. "I never pegged you for a neat freak, Teal'c. It's okay. A tidy room isn't necessary for what I want."

"It is necessary for the ritual. Be patient," he said, kissing her forehead briefly. "I will fetch you shortly."

He went to the door and opened it cautiously, peering around it to see if Kayla was indeed present. The familiar smell of a spicy perfume told him she was here. The candles he used during Kel No Reem were lit, giving the sparely furnished room and Kayla's dark brown skin a warm romantic glow. He smiled when he recalled the times they were entwined in each other's arms and he could not tell where her skin ended and where his began.

She did not turn around, but kept her back to him as she finished lighting the remaining candles. She blew out the long match and dropped it into a cup of water, exaggerating her movements as she did so for she knew he was watching her. Teal'c smiled even wider, realizing what she had done would be perfect for the Rite of Bekh'man.

"You know," she began, her hands reaching behind her back to unzip the dress. "It isn't polite to keep a lady waiting." She smiled as she turned her head to the side to see his reaction to the sight of her black lace underwear. "Especially…"

Suddenly, her smile turned into a frown, then into a scowl. The body that once was relaxed turned rigid as she turned her body Teal'c wondered what the reason was for this sudden change in mood. When the door shut behind him he knew why.

"Major Carter," Teal'c said more forcefully than he intended. "You were to remain outside until I came for you."

Sam ignored him, choosing instead to exchange visual daggers with Kayla. They both stared each other down, obviously miffed at the presence of the other. Sam's hands were clenched at her sides, while Kayla's rested on her hips. Both were defensive positions and Teal'c knew if he did not diffuse the coming blast, the ritual would never come to fruition.

"What the fuck is she doing here?!?" the two women exclaimed, each pointing an accusatory finger at the other.

"Explain what?" Kayla demanded, her stormy eyes focused on him. "I think it's pretty clear you want a three-way screw. I'm just pissed you weren't man enough to admit it."

The dark-skinned woman shot Sam a lethal look. "Excuse you?" she said, her tone telling Sam she was not a woman to be messed with.

Teal'c watched as Kayla looked at him, a hurt look in her eyes. "She doesn't know, does she?" she asked him.

That last word hit Sam between the eyes like a brick. "Wait a minute," she looked between Teal'c and Kayla, then settled her angry gaze on him. "You two are officially 'together', and you have the nerve to come on to me not more than ten minutes ago?"

Sam scoffed. "I never thought I would say this, but you are just as full of shit as any human male."

Sam turned to leave but Teal'c grabbed her by the forearms and led her away from the front door. "You cannot leave, Major Carter," he declared.

Teal'c pushed her into the small bathroom. "I am sorry that I must do this," he said, shutting the door. "You are essential to this rite and I cannot let you leave without completing it." He grabbed a nearby chair and put the top right under the handle so Sam could not open the door. That did not stop her from beating her fists against it.

"Right now your word doesn't mean squat," Kayla quipped as she tried to zip her dress back up. After jumping up and down a few times she managed to get the zipper to cooperate so she could finish the task. "It's obvious I'm not enough for you. I'm leaving and I dare you to try and lock me in the bathroom with Carter." She strode to leave but Teal'c caught her around the waist with one of his large arms.

"Please," he said softly. "I implore you not to leave until you have heard me." He knew he had to make her understand. The ritual needed Kayla's participation as much as Sam's.

Kayla pried his arm from around her waist. Her tone was impatient. "You've got exactly thirty seconds," she said with a quick glance at her watch. "The clock's ticking so this had better be good."

"There is a ritual on my world," he said, cupping a large hand around one of the lit candles in the room. "It is called the Rite of Bekh'man and it must be performed the same time each year. Major Carter is essential to the performance of that ritual, as are you."

Kayla did not appear to believe him. "Is this like Pon Farr? Where you either have sex or die?" Her voice was a bit more respectful though tinged with skepticism.

"Damnit, Teal'c, let me out of here!" Sam demanded. Both of them ignored the noise.

"It does," he replied, unable not to smile at the thought. "On my world it is done to spread around the blessings of fertility and life."

"It sounds like a convenient way for Jaffa men to get laid if you ask me." Kayla looked around frantically for her shoes. She was about to look under the bed when Teal'c grasped her by the shoulders and looked into her eyes.

"I realize the ways of my world are different," he told her earnestly, "but they are no less valid than those of your own. You have always shown respect for my culture. It is one of the things about you that I cherish most. Why can you not indulge me in this rite?"

Kayla bit her lip and shook her head. "Teal'c, this is different," she said. "How would you like it if I asked you if it was okay for Jack to have sex with me right in front of you?"

He had to admit the thought of Kayla with her former lover did not sit well with him. Granted their last encounter had occurred before she came to the SGC, it still bothered him at times. Sharing Kayla was not something he had ever wanted to consider.

"If it is what you desired," he said, gently caressing her face, "and you were forthright in informing me beforehand and O'Neill consented, I would have to submit to your wishes."

The stunned look on her face told him this was not the answer she was expecting.

"You're saying you would allow another man to have sex with me?" she asked incredulously.

"I respect O'Neill in many ways. We have fought side by side and won many battles. I am honored to call him my friend. If you wished to stage this rite with him I would not dissuade you."

Teal'c groaned audibly. "Kayla, you must refrain from this line of questioning," he pressed, his words tinged with sexual frustration. "I know it is in your nature but it is most aggravating. If you wish to have O'Neill in my presence then we shall re-stage the rite on another evening to accommodate your wishes." The look she gave him said she was not sure she wanted to go through with it, even with his blessing.

"How could you bring her here knowing what I told you about my past?" she asked softly. She walked slowly toward the center of the room, the weight of her steps showing how heavily her past wore on her.

Teal'c knew she spoke of her days as a stripper. It was a time in her life that she was not proud of. He had never thought any less of her for telling him about it. If anything he admired that she could entrust him with such information.

"I was drunk and slept with a woman, or rather she slept with me," she recalled, staring into one of the multiple flames of light in the room. Kayla looked back over to where he stood. "You didn't think hauling Carter in here for a three-way wouldn't bother me?"

Teal'c went over to her. It was not good to let her be too far away from him. "Perhaps it can heal you," he offered, taking her into his strong embrace. He was pleased she did not try to break away.

Kayla looked at him as if he were crazy. "Do Jaffa suffer from mental illness?" she asked, her tone rivaling that of Jack O'Neill.

"In that situation you were not in control. You were taken advantage of. That was not honorable." His voice was deep, smooth and reassuring. He let his words seep into her consciousness; as if they alone could convince her into believing he had her best interests in mind along with his own. "During the rite of Bekh'man I will guide you, and I will not allow you to be taken advantage of. The rite is about joy and fertility, not avarice."

"So why can't you just go and sleep with Carter?" she complained into his chest. "Why do you even need me?"

He stole a peek at the bathroom door. Sam had stopped yelling and had resorted to pacing around.

"Because you are the epitome of fertility," he said, his hands grasping her full hips. "And you are the closest thing I have to a mate at this moment. Do you think it was by chance most of the males at the gathering could not refrain from looking at you, even though you arrived with me?" Teal'c knew she was never was quite comfortable with her body, especially since the curves she was blessed with were not common among women at the SGC. This made sense for most of the women engaged in battle, not research as she was. "This body, this fertile body, is one of the reasons I sought you out as a potential mate. And it is the same reason why the warriors of your world find you appealing."

"This doesn't bother you?" she asked, gently slapping her full rear. She closed her eyes briefly as his hands took residence there.

"It is one of the things that attracts me most about you," he said huskily. "Though Major Carter does not have the same figure as you, she is still most attractive. I cannot deny that. I also respect her as a warrior and a friend. For those reasons she is best suited to participate in this ritual."

Kayla let her hands run over his chest. She dragged her index finger down the buttons of his white shirt, her eyes squarely focused upon the obvious sign of his desire for her. "I told you before, Teal'c," she said, looking back up at him. "I will not share you."

"You have me," he said, his large hands gently clasping her full breasts in the traditional Jaffa expression of romantic affection. "You will always have me. Major Carter has no one. Should we not share the joy we have experienced by giving ourselves to each other with her?"

"Should you not share what you know to be true?" Teal'c whispered sharply into her ear. "That the pleasure a Jaffa can provide for his lover is beyond anything a human male could ever aspire to give?" When her body trembled in response to his last words, he let his hands slide up her stocking-clad legs peeking out from the slits on both sides of the dress. He had chosen the garment especially for this feature of 'easy access'. His hands found the lace tops of her stockings, his mind screaming to go where pleasures adjacent lie.

"You are not making this easy for me," she panted, pushing the suit jacket off of him. He wriggled out of it then ran his hands under her dress again.

"Ultimately this ritual will prove most pleasurable for you," he told her, his fingers gently tracing their way from her black lace garter to the panties she wore under it. He licked his full lips when he felt how damp her panties were. "Even more so than our first mating," he said in an unabashed seductive voice.

Kayla tried to protest with a comeback but he forestalled it by kissing her deeply. Fingers crept into the seat of her black lace panties, expertly finding her center of pleasure. A cry of surprise and want erupted from her throat, and her hips moved against him. He wanted desperately to take her, but the Rite of Bekh'man dictated he not do so immediately. A part of him prayed the symbiote he carried would not fail him.

"Okay, let's get this party started before I change my mind," Kayla said as she broke the kiss. "I think you've got me turned on enough to go through with it. That and all the champagne I drank before I got here."

He kissed her lips and embraced her more firmly. "You honor me by participating in this ritual. You will not regret it. This I promise you."

"Well," she purred, "If I don't feel the earth move a dozen times over you are never touching me again. Understand?"

Teal'c nodded and kissed her again. He then breathed a sigh of relief and steeled himself to face the irate Major whom he had sequestered in the bathroom.

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Sam gave the bathroom door one last thump and cursed slightly as her hand protested.

"Yeah that'll be fun to explain. Janet I broke my hand because a horny Jaffa locked me in his bathroom because I wasn't kinky enough for him," she muttered. This was…weird. More than weird. After everything she'd been through and witnessed in the last few years, having Teal'c re-enact an episode of 'Red Shoe Diaries' was just too much. She never should have suggested to the general that he have cable.

She ran a frustrated, in more than one way, hand through her hair. What the hell was she going to do? What she should do was to calmly walk out and pretend the last fifteen minutes never happened. But damnit that wasn't what she wanted to do.

God, she was still so turned on from earlier she wanted nothing more than to grab Teal'c and make that oh-so-impressive erection finish what he'd started. But that would be wrong. Hell she should no more be thinking of screwing him than the general. She turned and started to pace the tiny room, the fabric of her dress brushing across her sensitive nipples as she moved. Damn that Jaffa. Because of him, she'd have to resort to Mr. Eveready tonight. That or be awake until dawn.

She could just see the briefing tomorrow. //Sorry I fell asleep, sir, but Teal'c got me so hot and bothered last night that I couldn't sleep.// Oh yeah. That would be a blast. She could just hear Jack say, "Carter I told you to get a life not get laid."

She heard a sound at the door and spun ready to do battle. If he tried anything she'd rack him so hard Janet would have to remove his balls from his throat.

At least he had the grace to look abashed she thought as the door opened and revealed a now jacketless Jaffa. //Oh, been up to a little something have we?//

"Well it's about fucking time," she said, pushing past him. "I'll just leave the two of you to…finish things." She strode angrily to the door, stopping as Teal'c snagged her arm, pulling her back. "Let. Me. Go," she demanded.

"And whose fault would my current state be? Don't worry Teal'c, no one ever died of a little frustration."

"True you will not perish but it is the heights of rudeness to begin such a thing and not finish it. We both know you have no one you can go to to relieve you," he said kindly, enjoying her flush of anger. It made her pale cheeks flush most enticingly. She was just as beautiful aroused as she was incensed.

"Oh I wouldn't know about that. There's a whole room of men just down the hall."

"None of which appeal to you in that way else you would already have taken a lover," he told her, brushing his thumb across her soft skin.

"If you're so concerned about my private life why don't we just leave it private huh?" she said, clearly discomfited. Geez. It was bad enough that her physical state was examined fully on an all too regular basis and likely analyzed by a dozen morons at Area 51 but her private life, or lack there of, was now open for gossip too?

"Look, Sam," Kayla spoke up feeling a bit of pity for the woman, not that she'd ever admit it. The blonde was just as much a victim here as she was. "He started this. At least let him finish it."

Sam looked at Kayla in amazement. She wanted to share? Little Miss Control Freak? Ok, where the hell was the quantum mirror because this was not her reality.

"I don't know about you but I'm hot as hell and I have no intention of going home and letting Mr. Vibrator finish what he started," she declared pointing an accusing finger at Teal'c. "But he won't do anything for me until he takes care of you so…" Kayla shot Teal'c a chastising look. "Let the alien bastard finish what he started then you can go and we can have our fun."

Sam looked frantically from one to the other. Yeah so…this was kinky but…damnit she hadn't had sex since the last millennium for crying out loud. And there was a perfectly good penis just a few feet away. Why the hell should Kayla be the only one to enjoy it? "I don't…"

Seeing her determination falter and knowing that Kayla was now in full, well almost full, agreement, Teal'c pulled Sam close and gently kissed her on her forehead. "Let me do this," he whispered.

Sam closed her eyes as she heard the bathroom door click shut. So long. God it had been so long since someone had held her in his arms. She hadn't realized just how much she'd missed it until now.

Making her decision in an instant she reached behind her neck and undid the halter of her dress, letting it fall to her waist and revealing herself to his gaze. She felt a thrill pass through her as she saw his eyes dilate in pleasure. He bent down and kissed each breast his warm lips leaving a trail of fire across her skin. "You must tell me what you want me to do," he said, straightening up and wrapping his arms around her waist.

She smiled slyly as she reached for his belt buckle. His hands slid into the back of her dress as she unfastened his pants leaving them to pool around his ankles. He squeezed her butt as he dexterously stepped out of his shoes and pants. She slid her hand into his briefs again taking him into her palm.

"Tell me how to please you," he said, sliding one hand under her bottom to barely brush her core with his fingertips.

She gasped and tightened her grip around him. "This," she said, gripping him firmly and stroking his length. "This is what I want."

"But," she silenced him by squeezing a bit harder. "This is what you'll lose if I ever hear from anyone, including her, about anything that happens tonight. Junior may be resilient but I'll Bobbit you in an instant," she said, twisting his penis just a bit, not enough to incapacitate him but enough to get the message across. He was to screw her, not 'screw' her or he would never screw again.

"I swear to you on the life of my son, nothing that happens in this room will ever leave it," he promised, trying not to wince. Juggling these two women was going to take all of his prowess and skill…

Seeing the truth in his eyes she relaxed her grip and leaned in. "Then we better get this show on the road," She said, kissing him on the lips.

Teal'c opened his mouth allowing their tongues to duel and play. He could still taste the champagne on her tongue as his fingers searched for and found the zipper at the back of her gown.

He lowered it and felt the dress slide down her long legs as she again caressed his length, her fingers alternating ticking and stroking him. He moved his right hand from her bottom to her breast, stroking and pinching her nipple. He broke the kiss and looked down. She was wearing stockings just like Kayla. There was no way for her to know he found nothing more arousing than a female in garters and stockings.

Sam took her time removing his shirt, kissing his chest as she undid each button. She then lowered his briefs, leaving them to pool at his feet as she applied both hands to exploring that part of him she'd never seen before. He lowered his hand and picked her up, hugging her to him as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He felt the wetness through her black panties as he held her high, the tip of his penis just inches away from where it wanted to be. He wanted nothing more than to brush the material aside and impale her. But he had to go slowly. He needed her to remain not take her pleasure and leave.

"Teal'c," she growled, trying to force herself onto him. What the hell game was he playing?

"Patience," he chided, lowering his head to take her nipple into his mouth as he carefully walked the few feet to the bed. Thank god she was slim or this would be most difficult.
He lowered her slightly; letting the tip of his penis brush her through the panties as his teeth nipped her breast. She threw back her head and moaned nearly causing them to overbalance.

He lowered her to the bed then crawled on top of her as she scooted back. She reached for his penis again and he responded by sliding one hand to the juncture of her thighs tickling her through the wet bit of fabric. She moaned and he slid his hand under the waistband, his palm upon her mound and his fingertips searching the folds of skin until he found his target. Her hand tightened upon his shaft as a finger slipped into her easily. He brought his left hand up to caress her right breast as his hand mimicked the actions to come, sliding in and out of her slick channel.

She moaned and gently applied pressure to his penis, trying to draw him closer. "Now," she demanded trying to wrap her legs around him as her other hand sought his neck. Anything, right now she'd do almost anything to get him inside of her.

With a growl she pulled her left leg from behind him and placed her foot securely on the mattress. Her hands flew to his shoulders and she pushed off with her leg, rolling them until she was on top. "NO. Now," she said, reaching down to slide her panties aside and herself onto him.

He groaned as she slid home, aided by her extreme wetness and gravity. She braced her palms on his massive chest, her fingertips brushing his tiny nipples and smiling as they hardened under her touch.

He grasped her hips to steady her as she pushed herself up and down upon him, taking her own pleasure as he simply watched. Seeing that she had her balance he raised one hand to caress her breast. She barely noticed him, her eyes closed as she rode him mercilessly. He felt her muscles starting to contract and he was content to observe her as she reached the crescendo and collapsed on his chest, breathing harshly.

He rolled them over, ready to take his own pleasure and find his own release. A hand on his shoulder stopped him and he looked up to see an amused naked Kayla standing there, her hands on her hips. "Aah sugar. She's had her turn," the woman said, kneeling by the bed to kiss him. "You got something I want," she said reaching down to find his penis that was still inside Sam.

Teal'c carefully withdrew from his teammate and got off the bed, wrapping Kayla in his arms. He walked her towards the wall, affixing his lips to hers. "I have something you desire?" he asked, his hands finding her full breasts.

"Damn straight," she quipped. "And I've been more than patient," she said, taking his still slick and tauntingly hard penis in her hand. Praying again for strength he felt her hand move upon him.

His lips captured hers in a deep kiss as he pinned her body against the wall beside the bed. Moans erupted from his throat as Kayla's hands stroked him in a slow, teasing motion. The slick wetness from his previous encounter with Sam only served to make the sensation even more intense than it would be normally. He slipped his tongue past her full lips, kissed her passionately until a wave of intense pleasure threatened to swell up and take him under.

"You cannot what?" she teased. Kayla sped up her movements, grasping his manhood a bit more firmly. "I think you can."

He rose to her challenge by moving her hands away from him and pinning them to the wall with one of his own. With his other hand he cupped one of her full chocolate-tipped breasts in his large hand. Kayla sucked in her breath sharply when he bent down and flicked his tongue over the thick nipple, making it stand at attention. His lips nuzzled in the crook of her neck as his hand left her breast and took a leisurely cruise down the curve inward of her small waist down to the generous curve outward of her hip.

"What are you planning to do to me?" she asked. "Charm me with your alien mojo?"

"If what you call 'mojo' is akin to witchcraft, I assure you I need no such trickery to achieve…this."

Kayla wailed like a cat in heat as his fingers moved against the hard nub of flesh nestled within the folds of her sex that brought forth ultimate pleasure. She fought against his grip, trying to move her hands down to his muscular shoulders but he held her fast. Her hips moved against him as he continued his ministrations, and she cried out repeatedly for him to let her go as he gently sucked the pulse in her neck.

Kayla called out something in French. Teal'c had heard it before. In English it translated to 'fuck me'.

"Tell me in my own language," he demanded huskily. He nibbled at her ear, remembering with pride the night he had taught her those words in his native tongue.

"Yes, you can." He started off the first word in his own language and Kayla promptly finished the phrase. The sound of his language on her lips imploring him to come inside of her was one of the most arousing things he had ever heard.

Using the same invasive fingers he had used on Sam, he let one of them slip inside of her. The moan of surprise and pleasure sent shivers through his being. Feeling the sensation of her tight, wet channel contract and adjust to the size of his intruding appendage made him long to be inside of her. He moved it around inside of her, feeling every ridge within range. A smile tugged at his lips when he realized she was fertile. The rite could not have been performed at a better time. Taking her now would produce a son. Taking Sam afterwards could possibly produce once as well.

Teal'c remembered he was so caught up in touching Kayla he had forgotten Sam's integral part in the ritual. The sight of her firm, rosy-tipped breasts and taut abdomen made his cock become even harder. He could feel the symbiote's influence kicking in, preventing him from giving in to his release before he had entered Kayla.

"I think you're spending too much time over there," Sam called out, stretching her lean, naked alabaster body out across the bed. "I can't see you too good from this angle. But what I can see how frustrated Little Miss Control Freak is that she can't touch you."

Teal'c looked at Kayla, noticing how she was still struggling against his grip. Her face was flushed in frustration, her body covered in a thin film of perspiration. "She is quite vexed," he jokingly remarked.

"I know," he said softly, kissing her as he moved her body onto the bed. When he released her arms, her soft hands caressed his shaven head. She broke the kiss and looked up at him, her eyes swimming with need and her chest rising and falling in anticipation of what was to come. Her hips bucked against him, letting him know with all certainty that she was ready for him to invade that inner part of her and become one flesh.

"Major Carter," he said, his eyes still focused on Kayla. "Secure Doctor Porter's arms."

"For this portion of the ritual, Major Carter will restrain you. Tradition requires that for the one who is mated, she is to simply receive pleasure." Teal'c leaned down closer, his lips brushing Kayla's right ear. "You must learn to surrender to what I will provide for you. Major Carter will release you when she feels you are ready for me to bring you to completion."

"Wait, so I don't get to 'come' unless Carter says so?" Kayla looked at her for sympathy but got none.

"Hey, since the big guy says so, I'm doing it." Sam grabbed Kayla's wrists and held them securely. That didn't stop her from struggling. It wasn't even a challenge for Sam since she'd restrained men bigger than her before.

"Don't worry, I don't intend to." She leaned her mouth down to Kayla's ear and whispered, "I am so going to enjoy this."

"I said I was sorry! Jack was right, you can't take a joke at all. As a matter of fact, he told me…ooooh my God!" Kayla's eyes squeezed shut as Teal'c slipped himself part of the way inside of her. He remembered fondly that first few inches of entry were always the most intense for her, and for him as well. Her fingernails dug into the heels of her hands, leaving small half-moon marks behind.

"Indeed," Teal'c replied knowingly. He rotated his hips slightly, causing Kayla to moan again and plead with him to come all the way inside of her. For a few moments he pretended not to hear her pleas but instead rocked himself against her without sliding in any further or sliding back out.

"Please don't tease me like this," Kayla told him. The only response she got was his rocking against her and a gentle kiss on the tip of her nose.

Teal'c looked up at Sam and asked, "Should I penetrate her completely, Major Carter?"

Teal'c inclined his head in reverence at Sam then looked down at Kayla. "As you wish," he said as he nibbled at her ear and pushed himself to the hilt inside of her.

Goosebumps rose on his skin when he heard Kayla let out a deep, guttural moan of satisfaction as he filled her up. He let himself remain still inside of her, reveling in how soft, wet and confining she was as her womanhood slowly adjusted to his size. Again he was thankful for the symbiote he carried. Were it not for the stamina it provided, he could not simply remain inside of her, feeling every agonizingly pleasurable contraction of her body around his stiffened member without being just a few strokes away from spilling his seed inside of her.

Kayla bucked her hips again, urging him to start up that rhythm of life that was common to all species. Holding her face in his hands, he began stroking her insides in a slow, consistent tempo. The bed creaked a little with each movement of his hips. Since they were spread across the width of the bed there was no way for the headboard to strike the wall with each thrust. Not that any of them would have cared.

Her thick brown thighs pressed against his muscular ones, squeezing against him in time with every thrust he made inside of her. She twisted back and forth, fighting the grip Sam had on her and squeezing her thighs against Teal'c. It was obvious she wanted to come immediately, but that was not for her to say.

Teal'c obliged and stroked Kayla with a slightly faster tempo. She groaned in gratitude, her head turning to one side as she hooked her legs around his. Her breasts swayed with each thrust, and her back arched in a futile effort to break free of Sam's imprisonment. The harder she fought Sam, the faster she instructed Teal'c to go.

"Oh shit," Kayla wailed through clenched teeth. "Oh shit, I can't take this much longer."

Kayla couldn't respond. The sensation was too intense, too pleasurable. The flush that came with the rush of sexual pleasure warmed her dusky skin. She was glowing, practically on fire, and unless someone tossed several buckets of ice water on her, she was about to spontaneously combust from this feeling. Saying Teal'c was a skilled lover would have been an understatement. He had made her climax so hard so many times in the past that he could have robbed a bank in broad daylight in front of her and she would have claimed profusely that he did not do it.

She let out a string of curses as her head thrashed frantically from side to side. Among the curses, she told Sam she would hunt her down and kill her if she didn't let go of her arms. Teal'c shook his head and chuckled a bit.

"Does she always do that during sex?" Sam asked. Her curious blue eyes took in Kayla's sweaty, flushed naked body that still did not cease from twisting. She was threatening to break the grip Sam had on her.

"She becomes most demanding when she is close to completion." Teal'c looked up at Sam. "And she is very close at the moment.

"You can't come yet," Sam reminded her as she gave her a reassuring pat on the forehead. "I haven't said that you could."

Suddenly, Teal'c felt Kayla's body tighten around him. Unlike earlier, these contractions were longer and more intense. She was breathing hard, her pupils dilated so wide that he could not tell where her eye color began and her pupils ended.

Teal'c stopped moving. She was too close and ready to explode. The Rite of Behk'man dictated Sam would be the one to say when he could bring Kayla to completion. For him to do so before she asked would be an embarrassment. For Kayla to do so would also be an embarrassment. The ultimate responsibility for control was his. Teal'c knew Sam thought this to be rare but in cases where a Jaffa male and a human female mate, it is the female who usually has the problem controlling their sexual release.

Sam laughed at Kayla's predicament. "By all means Teal'c, let her have it." She watched intently as he grasped Kayla by her shapely hips and began to drive himself into her with deliberate speed.

"Oh God!" Kayla yelled, then trailed off into that phrase in his language that drove him crazy. She repeated it over and over, the words increasing in volume and pitch as he rode her harder and faster.

He knew what his face looked like. It was covered with beads of sweat and contorting into the grimace of the need to give in to his desire for sexual release. Teal'c could feel his body losing control, could feel the symbiote deciding to no longer enhance his performance. Kayla's body was squeezing him relentlessly tight, letting him know she was about to explode at any moment.

Kayla moaned and immediately dug her nails into Teal'c's back, causing him to cry out in pain and pleasure before dissolving into the melody of grunts and groans as he repeatedly drove inside of her. His eyes squeezed shut, his mind pleading for his symbiote not to let him succumb like this. He wanted to ride out Kayla's release-to let her see yet again how he could weather the storm of her orgasm and come out still hard and ready to please her again. If he came now, along with her…he just knew that he did not want to but without his symbiote's cooperation he could not.

Sam's hands gently caressed his head. That touch, coupled with the sound of Kayla's vociferous moans and the wet sounds and musky smell of their lovemaking was putting cracks in the dam of his resolve.

"Oh my God, Teal'c!" Kayla screamed, her nails digging into his ass. The dam was breaking and he was helpless to stop it. His body started to shake violently as did hers.

"Holy Hannah!" Sam exclaimed with astonishment. "She's about to…you're about to…"

Teal'c jerked out of Kel No Reem abruptly, feeling an overwhelming sensation of erotic pleasure rip through him like the blast wave of a star gone supernova. He fell forward from his sitting position and grasped at the carpet, a low groan like that of a wounded lion emanated from his lips as feelings of extreme pleasure and pain registered in his mind. It wasn't until his mind made the final transition between sub-conscious and conscious thought that he could feel the warm, sticky wetness of his spilled seed between his legs.

He rolled onto his back and stretched out across the floor, wincing as he felt his essence trickling down his thighs. Turning his head sideways, he noticed the time approaching midnight-he had only been in the meditative state of Kel No Reem for two hours. He let out a loud exhale and looked up at the ceiling of his quarters, his mind recalling what the reality was in comparison to what he had seen while in Kel No Reem.

General Hammond was indeed holding a celebration for SG-1's part in saving Earth from the Replicators-that would occur tomorrow evening. He was attracted to Major Carter, but considering what transpired on the primitive world they dialed out to just before Thor's ship crashed into the sea, she would more likely seek out Colonel O'Neill for sexual services than he. Kayla had been waiting for him at the SGC when he returned from the ordeal on the Russian submarine. She had left to brief several officials at the Pentagon and to attend a family reunion in Washington right before SG-1 went to assist the Eurondans. They had not spent any time together for the past two weeks as a result. He missed her terribly, and spilling his seed during mediation was even further proof that he did.

Groaning softly, he forced himself to his feet and into the bathroom. The shower was brief-more to remove the sticky evidence between his legs than a through cleansing of the body. It left him a bit more refreshed and somewhat relaxed. After completing the shower, he quickly dried himself off then located a pair of gray sweatpants pulled them on. Since the feel of the textured Berber carpet felt soothing on his bare feet, he decided not to put on socks.

Teal'c paced the room, his mind recalling the dream he'd had earlier. Pacing was not helping him deal with his feelings so he decided instead to go through a series of Jaffa combat moves that closely resembled that of Tai Chi on Earth. As he went through the movements, he could feel that the sexual frustration was gone from his body, but in its place was a feeling of being cheated.

Considering how celibate his earlier years at the SGC had been, now that he had been getting sex regularly from Kayla, he really knew what he had been missing. He made a sharp turn and went through another series of moments, all the while thinking she should have been here to indulge his desire for sex. Because she was not, he rationalized that was why he fantasized about another woman, about Sam Carter.

This late in the evening he couldn't figure out who would come calling. If it were urgent a phone call would have sufficed. A parade of possible suspects marched through his mind as he walked over and opened the door.

Standing just outside the threshold, looking sheepish, was Doctor Kayla Porter. He did not step aside immediately to let her in when he saw her.

"I know you weren't expecting me but can I come in anyway?" she asked hopefully.

He held the door open further and motioned for her to enter the room. She had on black heels and a long trench coat, the hem of it swirling around her ankles as she walked. She wrung her hands and reiterated her explanation as to why she had not come home two days ago as scheduled. Teal'c had heard the explanation last night in great detail, but something made him doubt her story.

"I am," he told her, shutting the door with a bit more force than necessary. "You should have done what was necessary to return when I expected you."

"I am sorry, Teal'c," she apologized in earnest. "As much as I wanted to strangle all of the customer 'no service' workers at Dulles airport last night, I'm not some huge Jaffa who could just get them to do simply by flexing my muscle. And I was not about to flash my tits just to, as you would say, curry favor."

"Perhaps you did not try hard enough." He leaned against the wall and took in her frustrated expression. Maybe it would help her understand how frustrated he was.

"Hard enough in general or hard enough by your standards?" she challenged. Kayla lowered herself down onto the seldom-used bed and crossed her legs. The coat still remained on her. "I'm sorry, Teal'c. I can't say that enough."

"Her specialty isn't weapons development, mine is," she wearily declared. "Don't get me wrong, Sam's a smart chick but she doesn't know everything, Teal'c."

Teal'c did not answer. Instead, he just turned his back to her and remembered yet again how frustrating the Tau'ri ritual of dating was for him. Were they on Chulak, this behavior would not have been tolerated.

"Baby, why are you so upset?" she asked, purposely using a term of endearment to placate his frustration. "I've said repeatedly that I'm sorry. Like I told you last night on the phone, I can't control the weather or the long-winded brass at the Pentagon, or my family. If it wasn't for my clingy grandmother wanting me to just look through one more photo album, I wouldn't have missed my plane yesterday and gotten fogged in last night."

"Perhaps," he said softly. His posture became a little less rigid when Kayla embraced him from behind and kissed his bare muscular back. The feeling of contact was welcoming, but not enough to extinguish his frustration.

"There is something else that is bothering you," she surmised. "And since I'm too jet-lagged to draw it out, you're going to have to come out and tell me what it is."

Teal'c couldn't tell her about the ritual, about his erotic dream about a woman other than she. He could not tell her that these Tau'ri rules of dating were slowly driving him crazy, and being out of his element was making him combative. Truthfully, he was afraid of losing her to someone else. A warrior's woman remained at home, and was at home when he returned from battle to comfort and please him.

When he returned from helping to rescue his teammates, which were under the influence of alien armbands, and blew up Apophis' mother ship, he was not pleased to find a voice message from Kayla saying she would be staying at the Pentagon a few days longer than planned. He needed someone to talk to about how he felt being excluded from the experiment because he was Jaffa, about being knocked out by O'Neill, and why the Eurondans seemed not to like him beyond his simply being Jaffa. He just needed her, and he hated the fact that he could not truly demand anything of her because she was his wife, but he was entitled to expect 'something' from her now that they were 'dating'.

"Well, I'm back now," she said, giving his body a gentle squeeze. "Is there some way I can make it up to you?"

"I believe there is." He turned around to face her, his body still held in her embrace. "Allow me to select the garment you will wear to the festive gathering General Hammond has planned for tomorrow evening."

"You want to go shopping with me?" Kayla looked confused. "You loathe shopping. Last time I took you to the mall you almost went stir crazy."

Kayla laughed softly. "Why do I get the feeling you have an ulterior motive in mind?"

He simply smiled, remembering the dream in his mind. Perhaps this party General Hammond had planned was the best way to let the SGC know this woman was his. As for asking Major Carter to participate in the Rite of Bekh'man, Teal'c felt perhaps that should wait until his relationship with Kayla had developed further. If there was one thing Teal'c had learned swiftly through Kayla, it was that Tau'ri females did not take kindly to sharing their men with other women.

"Are you not quite warm with this heavy garment upon you?" He poked his finger at the knot where the belt of the trench coat was tied.

"I must admit, you are not the one with ulterior motives," she said, grinning as she slowly undid the belt holding her coat together, her eyes locked on Teal'c's.

When she spread it open, the words he said in response weren't in English, but he knew she got the gist of them. His eyes took in the sight of her dressed in red lace undergarments, complete with a red lace garter and stockings that matched her skin tone. The bold color blended perfectly with her warm, dark brown skin, making her look even more appealing. Teal'c felt the very real stirring of need in his loins. It grew more and more urgent the longer he took in the sight of her curvy figure draped in flaming red lace. The dream he had had earlier had done nothing to prevent him from becoming hard again. He put his arms around her and pulled her against him, making sure she felt exactly how much he wanted her.

Kayla traced imaginary lines across his chest with her index finger. "I knew you would be upset when I returned, so I thought this might be the best way to make it up to you."

"Did you do this simply to entice me?" he asked as he raised an inquiring eyebrow. Teal'c knew she had to know exactly what she was doing. Having her show up at his quarters in her undergarments meant she felt guilty about not returning when she said she would. At least, that is what he hoped.

"You're not the only one who was sexually frustrated while we were apart," she replied knowingly. Then she sighed and shrugged her shoulders. "But if you're not interested…" Kayla went to close up her coat but Teal'c gently grasped her hands to stop her.

"Usually three's a crowd but in our case, three is definitely a blast." Her fingers brushed his pouch, making him inhale and exhale deeply. "Are you sure you and Junior are up for it?"

He grasped one of her hands and brought it to his lips. Giving her an intense look that made her blush, he said, "We are. Is not the question, are you prepared for it?"

Kayla responded by rising up onto her tiptoes to kiss him-a kiss that deepened in intensity within a matter of nanoseconds. Teal'c walked them backwards until the edge of the bed bumped against the back of her kneecaps, causing them to collapse onto the bed. Sliding his hands up her stocking-clad thighs, he told himself that this time, there would be no rude awakening from Kel No Reem. This time, he would feel himself give pleasure to his lover, and get that pleasure in return.