Fanfic, Inquisition, Sam/Martouf/Lantash, PG-13, 10/13
Sam POV
I finish getting ready for sleep, and put on the nightgown we bought in the market here a couple days ago. I haven't used it before, but if Nittik or his men should show up, it is probably better I am dressed like a local woman.
I look at myself in the mirror. The nightgown is long, and made of white silk, which clings to my body, making what would otherwise be a modest piece of clothing, fairly sexy. The neck also vees deeper than I would have expected in this culture. My shoulders are naked, and the strops are fairly thin.
I sigh and hope that Nittik does not like it so much he stands staring for longer than otherwise.
The stone floor on the bathroom is a bit cold under my naked feet, and I hurry back to the bedroom. My dad has already left for his room, and Martouf/Lantash is in bed - on the side of the bed that is furthest from the door.
I throw a quick look around the room to make sure we have found and hidden all clothing that could point to Martouf and Lantash. We have. I relax some.
Martouf/Lantash looks up when I enter the bedroom.
"I just need to turn down the light, then I'll get to bed and won't disturb you further." I say. "I know you're exhausted and want to get to sleep as quickly as possible."
"I am not so tired I cannot admire a beautiful woman." Martouf tells me, smiling widely. "Samantha, you are fetching!"
I blush a little and grin. "Fetching? Um, thanks!" I turn the oil lamp down to low - it is the only light in the room, except for the fire in the fireplace, which also gives a fair bit of light.
"Forgive Martouf. 'Fetching' is not an adequate description. You are gorgeous!" Lantash tells me, having apparently gotten control while I turned away for a moment.
I blush deeper, happy that the light is such that it is probably not very obvious. "Thanks, Lantash." I crawl to bed, beside Martouf/Lantash - and I am very aware of their presence. "Uh, goodnight."
"Goodnight, Samantha. May you have pleasant dreams and a restful sleep."
"Oh, that's a sweet and nice goodnight greeting! The same to you and Martouf!" I tell him, smiling.
"Thank you." He is quiet for a moment, but I can see there is something he wants to ask. He looks...nervous? Finally he sighs, seemingly he has made a decision - or perhaps he and Martouf has discussed it and come to an agreement. "Samantha...I apologize if I am being presumptive, but I...got the impression that you may not be completely averse to it... may I kiss you?"
My heart suddenly beats much faster, and I have a hard time speaking, but I manage to nod and get out a "Yes."
Lantash looks relieved, and pulls me closer, a hand on the back of my head. Our lips meet, and it is wonderful. The kiss is short, but sweet. When Lantash pulls back, my mind is a jumble of thoughts and feelings - and desire. I know I have a foolish smile on my face.
Lantash smiles even wider, and pulls me in for another kiss. This one is not so innocent, and leaves us both panting slightly.
Neither of us say anything, but we make a joint decision to go to sleep. Martouf and Lantash are exhausted, and I am feeling pretty tired as well. Still, it takes some time before I manage to fall asleep.
It is late night, or perhaps early morning, when we are awakened. For a moment I am confused - and affected by the very pleasant warm feeling of where my body touches Martouf and Lantash's. We must have moved during the night, and now we are lying so that my back is partially pressed against Martouf/Lantash's front.
Interesting. Pleasant.
I do not have time to think of it any further, or to explore my feelings about it, because I immediately realize what woke me up when whomever is hammering at our front door hammers at it again, and is now shouting as well.
"Pull the curtains!" I whisper at Martouf/Lantash who is awake now as well.
"Of course." Lantash quickly pulls them on his side, and I on mine. The ones at the bottom are already drawn and the top is against the wall, so nothing visible from that side.
Lantash and I arrange the pillows and blankets so I am half-sitting, and so his side is hidden more.
I can hear my dad talk to someone, and moments later the door to my bedroom opens. Lantash hides under the blankets on his side, and I bunch up mine and pull my legs to me, so I take up more space, hiding his side even further.
"Samira! Are you awake?" My dad asks. "You have guests."
I pull the curtain aside a little, and look out, affecting a scared and at the same time sleepy expression. "Um, yes. Who is it?" I notice Nittik. "Master Nittik, to what do I owe the honour? I apologize for not getting out of bed, but I am still feeling unwell, and I am also not... decent."
"Of course, Lady Samira, and I deeply apologize for disturbing you and your honourable father Lord Jacsel. I shall be brief, but the people needs assurance that every building has been searched for the warlock."
"I understand, but surely you do not suspect he is hiding here, with me?" I pout.
"No, of course not my lady, but the people do not know you as I do. Therefore, these guards must quickly look over the place. It will take but a short moment." He suddenly smiles creepily. "Also, I needed to make sure that you were indeed well, or fairly well, after the horrible scare. I cannot begin to apologize enough!"
I suppress my hatred. "We were all scared by the explosions, and by the fact that...a warlock is on the loose in the city. A mighty warlock indeed, or he would not have been able to escape from such capable hands as yours, my lord."
Nittik smiles, pleased. "You give me too much credit, my lady - though I must admit that you are correct, of course, and I have thought of this as well. Someone who can escape from me must be formidable indeed - or more likely in league with a terrible demon! We must be very very careful!" He sighs and turns to the guards. "Search the place, but be polite to the lady! She is not to be disturbed more than absolutely necessary."
"Of course, my lord!" the guards swear, and start looking over the place, quickly.
"Perhaps...perhaps it can be just you who looks at the bed?" Sam bats her eyes. "Since you are going to be my husband, no one else should see even that much of me in an indecent state, should they?"
"Indeed they should not!" Nittik agrees quickly.
"Then let me just pull the curtains aside a little, and then you can make a quick look." My dad says, doing a good job of keeping the worry from his voice.
He walks up and holds the curtains aside some - not much - but enough that Nittik can look into the semi-darkness of the bed. I pull the blanket up as if I am a prude, which I am supposed to be, I suppose, and bunches the blankets as high as possible. The part of the bed that Lantash is in is in deep darkness.
Nittik leans in and looks very briefly at the other side of the bed, and then at me. I wink at him and smile sweetly, then pull the blanket down a little, flashing him some of my naked shoulders.
He leers openly and smiles widely, before he pulls back. "I have checked the bed. No one there but the Lady Samira." He bows and retreats to near the door. "Finish searching the rest of the room quickly!"
The guards does as he says, searching my room, my Dad's room, the bathroom, and the small kitchen. They soon return to the entrance and bows to Nittik.
"We can report that nothing out of the ordinary was found. The place is free of intruders and witchcraft."
Nittik nods. "Good, good. Leave."
"Yes, master Nittik!"
The guards leave. Nittik stays for a brief time, talking to my dad, apologizing for having to do this, and throwing lusty glances at me. Finally he leaves, and my dad shuts and locks the door after him.
We can all draw a relieved breath.
Note! From next chapter the story will change rating to M, since there will be some sexual situations in the next chapter.