Sam didn't bother turning on the lights when she returned to her cabin. She stripped off her jacket in the dark and sat on the edge of the bed to untie her boots. She closed her eyes and nearly fell asleep sitting up; her head felt like there was a block of naquadah hanging from her forehead. She groaned and fell back onto the mattress, covering her eyes with one hand. They had a good hour before the Tok'ra surgeon arrived. She was exhausted and would have traded her iris code to the highest bidder for a good night's rest. But an hour would do nicely.

She shifted until she was lying on the mattress, but didn't bother to get under the blankets. Not for an hour-long cat nap. She yawned against the back of her hand, fluffed the pillow and threw an arm across her eyes.

Her mind filled with numbers, schematics and computer programs as it always did. She pushed the equations away and cleared her mind. She imagined a fog closing in on her mind's eye, blurring and obscuring the numbers until they faded entirely from sight. She inhaled and felt herself beginning to slip over the edge into sleep. It was on that edge of consciousness that she realized she wasn't alone.

It was a subtle raising of the hairs on the back of her neck, the prickle of goosebumps on her arms. "Teal'c?" she asked hopefully.

"No," a soft woman's voice said. "But that is quite an interesting guess..."

Sam saw Adria without opening her eyes, her face hovering in the fog of Sam's dreamscape. Which meant this wasn't real, that she was dreaming. Of course, Adria could manipulate dreams. Did she still have that power when the anti-Prior device was on? She shouldn't... but who knew? Sam furrowed her brow and backed away from Adria. The backs of her knees hit the edge of a chair and she was forced to sit.

Adria stood before her and smiled. "Hello, Colonel Carter. I'm pleased you could join us."

"Us?" Sam said.

There was a cold gust against her back and she recognized the sickly sweet smell of Ba'al. She didn't know if the Goa'uld had cologne, but whatever he was slathered in needed to be banned across the galaxy. She had first smelled it in the storage room where Ba'al and his clones forced her to download Gate addresses. His footsteps echoed as he rounded the dream chair.

"Colonel Carter. Well. I suppose I can't fault her taste..."

She turned her head, but didn't see him. "Where are you?"

Adria put her fingers under Sam's chin and turned her head. When they locked eyes, Adria's flashed with the yellow glare of a Goa'uld. "I'm right here," she said in Ba'al's voice. She looked down at herself. "I must admit it's... unusual to be in a new body after all this time. But the female body does have it's advantages." She stepped back and ran her hands down her leather bustier. She cupped her breasts and laughed. "Yes, I think it will serve me well. Don't you?"

Sam swallowed and forced her eyes up to Adria's face. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Please," Adria said. She stepped forward and straddled Sam's legs. She sat on Sam's lap, her knees under Sam's arms, and said, "I've seen the way you've looked at me. I know how you feel. You cannot hide your thoughts from me. The times I've run into you and your team, I've felt one thought, tucked at the back of your mind, hidden from your teammates and yourself." She stroked Sam's cheek. "Lust. You lust for me."

Sam pulled back from Adria's touch.

"Perhaps you prefer the old school version," Ba'al said by her left ear. She turned towards the voice and this time saw his face. He smiled at her, his chin touching her shoulder. The chair changed beneath her and she realized she was sitting in his lap. Pinned between him and Adria, she couldn't have moved if she'd wanted to.

His hands slid over her stomach and cupped her breasts as Adria bent down. She kissed the corner of Sam's mouth and Sam pressed her lips together in a tight line. Adria smiled and stroked Sam's hair. "Please. Don't make this difficult. We know it would be a fool's errand to try and turn you. This is merely..."

"A reprieve," Ba'al said as he nipped at her earlobe.

"Yes," Adria said. She bent down and kissed Sam's neck. Her hands covered Ba'al's and then slipped down to the hem of her tank top. She lifted the material and spread her fingers across Sam's bare stomach.

Sam groaned and arched her back, telling herself it was an attempt to get away. But the bare truth was it had been a long time since hands other than her own had touched her this way. Her nipples were starting to respond to Ba'al's caresses and Adria's weight wasn't as uncomfortable was it had been two seconds ago.

Ba'al pulled his hands back as Adria peeled Sam's tank top away. Ba'al reached for the clasp of her bra and released it. Adria pulled the bra down Sam's arms and it seemed to merely evaporate from her fingers. "Isn't that far more comfortable?" Adria asked.

Sam closed her eyes. Ba'al was hard, his cock a constant pressure against her ass. God help her, it felt good. She squirmed and felt him shift against her. She barely stifled a groan and looked up into Adria's dark eyes. The anti-Prior device was working, damn it. This was just a wet dream, just a result of it being far, far too long since she'd gotten fucked by a man or a woman. And her last threesome, well... they didn't talk about that, but it had been years.

And what the hell. It was just a dream, right?

When Adria bent to kiss her again, Sam parted her lips and accepted Adria's tongue into her mouth. There was a prickle of unease at the base of her skull, a physical sense of breaking a taboo. Even ignoring the fact Adria was the Orici, the leader of the people determined to enslave the entire galaxy, Adria was Vala's daughter. Her best friend. It would be like having sex with Cassandra.

That thought made her recoil. She pulled back from Adria's kiss and ended up with her head practically lying on Ba'al's shoulder. He misinterpreted the move and turned her head, kissing her hard. She growled into his mouth but he was unrelenting. By the time his tongue slid over hers, she'd forgotten everything about incest, about Cassie. A voice at the back of her mind reiterated this was all a dream. It was a woman and a man, a wet pussy and a hard cock. Faces didn't matter.

She tried to reinforce that thought by changing partners. Teal'c and Vala. Cameron and Janet. Anyone but these two. She opened her eyes and found she was still kissing Ba'al, his tongue still swirling around hers. Then she realized that while she'd been distracted with the kiss, Adria had managed to open her trousers.

Sam broke the kiss with a desperate gasp. "Wait..."

"We don't have the time to wait," Adria said. She unzipped Sam's pants and thrust her hand down. She lifted her body and leaned forward, her face next to Sam's, her lips brushing Sam's cheek. Adria laughed, a low, dry sound, and said, "Are panties not standard-issue with your gear?"

Ba'al laughed. "Hmm, a bad girl indeed," he growled in her ear.

Adria slipped her fingers over Sam's pussy and said, "Mm, and very wet."

Ba'al groaned.

Adria shifted her weight and used her free hand to tug Sam's pants down. As the last barrier between her and Ba'al slid away, she felt his hand on her ass. He squeezed her flesh, then worked the catch on his own trousers. Sam closed her eyes and leaned forward. She licked the leather over Adria's breast and buried her face in the young woman's cleavage. Ba'al freed his cock and put his hands on her hips, pulling her tighter against him.

Adria's free hand spread Sam's legs apart and found his erection. She stroked him, the back of her hand brushing against Sam's pussy. Sam gasped and bit the curve of Adria's breast hard, hard enough to leave teeth imprints in the flesh. Adria gasped and Ba'al, sensing the pain, slapped his hand against Sam's ass. "If you like it rough," he growled, "we can play rough."

Sam whimpered and licked the wound she'd made. Adria looked down and guided the head of Ba'al's cock into Sam. She gasped, her legs twitching a little further apart, and lifted herself. When she felt him against her pussy lips, she took a deep breath and pressed herself down.

All three of them moaned in concert. Adria threw her head back and, on some subconscious level, Sam knew she was connected to Ba'al. They shared a body, after all. It stood to reason she could feel what he was doing. If, that is, the cock inside of her was even real.

She shook her head and stopped trying to rationalize. She was fucking two very beautiful people, their politics notwithstanding. Might as well enjoy it before she woke up and had to rely on her fingers. She reached around Adria and found the catch of her leather top. Adria reached back, covering Sam's hand with her own and helping her tug down the zipper.

Adria leaned back and let the leather disappear into the dream fog. Sam opened her eyes and focused on Adria's breasts, her dark nipples and the line of freckles that ran along her belly. She leaned down and cupped Adria's breasts, tugging on the tight nipples with her teeth and tongue. Adria's eyes opened wide and she tightened her hands in Sam's hair. As Sam moved from one breast to the other, a thought dawned on her and she sat up. "My God. You're a virgin."

Ba'al stilled his hips for a moment before he picked up the pace. His hips rocked against Sam's and she groaned before she smiled at Adria. "You've never felt a cock inside of you, have you?" She brushed the back of her hand over Adria's stomach, circled her belly button in a mimic of what she planned to do below. "Have you? Have you ever felt anyone inside of you?"

"There," Adria started. The words caught in her throat and she said, "There is a little time for... recreation."

Sam slipped her fingers under the waistband of Adria's leather pants. Adria's shoulders trembled and she leaned back. "What are you doing?"

Sam ignored the question. Ba'al groaned and licked the back of Sam's neck. "You are torturing me, woman..."

She squeezed him tighter with muscles that, quite frankly, didn't get enough use. He groaned again and she flicked her fingers over Adria's clit. Adria's body twitched as if she'd been electrocuted. "Please," Adria gasped.

Sam smiled. Somehow - stripped nearly naked and pinned between their bodies - she had gained the upper hand. She pulled Adria's head down and kissed her hard, forcing her tongue into Adria's mouth with a single message: I'm in charge. This is my game. She nipped at Adria's bottom lip before settling back against Ba'al's chest.

His rough hands closed around her breasts as he kissed the curve of her shoulder. Adria, eager for more contact, fought with the zip at the back of her pants. She found it, forced it down and slithered away from Sam's hand. She stood before them and stripped out of her clothes as quickly as she could.

Ba'al was watching, his lips still on Sam's neck. Sam's breath caught when she saw Adria in all her glory. "Very nice," she said. "Get back on my lap."

Adria obeyed. She placed her knees on either side of Sam's legs and put Sam's hand on her stomach. "Touch me," Adria whispered.

"No," Sam said.

Adria's eyes flashed, but Sam kept her hand where it was. She continued to ride slowly on Ba'al's cock, rolling her hips backward every now and then. She bit her lip and looked at Adria without flinching.

Finally, Adria whispered, "Please. Touch me."

Sam pulled her hand away from Adria's stomach. "No!" Adria cried, then her eyes widened. Sam brought her hand to her mouth and sucked three fingers. She pumped them in and out, mimicking Ba'al's movements, and then reached between Adria's legs.

"Say it again," Sam ordered.

"Please. Please, touch me, please." She cried out when Sam penetrated her. Her body trembled and her hands shot out to Sam's shoulders. Her fingernails dug in, leaving small crescent-shaped wounds in the alabaster flesh. Sam grunted but ignored the pain. She curled her three fingers together into a solid point and thrust. She felt a bit of resistance, then nothing at all but warm, slick flesh.

Adria's voice caught as the pain washed through her. She opened her eyes and gazed into Sam's wide-open eyes. "There is pain in pleasure."

"And pleasure in pain," Ba'al said against Sam's shoulder. He moved his hand to Sam's flank and, as an example, spanked her ass again. Sam grunted and Ba'al said, "I do believe our little Colonel is a bit of a disciplinarian."

"Not tonight," Sam said. She pressed herself down on him and he grunted. She withdrew her fingers from Adria's pussy and she whimpered.

Ba'al whispered in her ear, "Please...."

Adria fisted a handful of Sam's hair and tilted her head back. "Please!" she growled.

Sam simultaneously lifted her hips and thrust her hand forward. Both of her lovers groaned in concert. Which one was real? Was she only fucking Adria? Was Ba'al the only one penetrating a warm, real body? Did it matter? Her fingers were slick with Adria's juices, her pussy was already sore from Ba'al's cock. Reality was overrated.

She leaned forward and licked the length of Adria's throat, finding her pulse and sucking there. Ba'al's hands kneading her hips and drew her closer to him. Sam lifted her head and kissed Adria's chin. "Don't you dare come inside of me," she said.

Ba'al grunted. "What... would you suggest as an alternative?"

"On my ass," Sam sighed as she ran her tongue across Adria's cheek. "In my mouth... what, they don't have porn where you come from?"

Ba'al laughed and put both hands on her ass. "At your suggestion. Miss Orici, I suggest you allow Colonel Carter up before we have a... sticky situation on our hands. Or at the very least, my hands."

"No," Adria said. "I'm... going to..."

Sam dug her fingers into Adria's ass and pulled her forward. Adria cried out and thrust her chest out. Sam caught one nipple in her mouth and sucked, nipping at the bud with her teeth as Adria came. She withdrew her slick fingers and pushed Adria away. The girl obediently slid from Sam's lap, pressing her thighs together and covering her pubic hair with both hands.

Ba'al pushed Sam forward until her breasts were resting on her thighs. Ba'al slipped his cock out and growled as he came over her ass. She closed her eyes as he spilled across the small of her back and down the curve of her ass. Adria returned and put a hand between Sam's shoulder blades, holding her down. Her eyes opened when she felt Adria's silk-soft tongue licking the come from her back. Slow, quick, sure strokes, like a cat lapping up milk.

When her back was clean, Sam looked over her shoulder and saw Ba'al and Adria sharing a deep kiss. Her body was weak, her pussy sore and her vision swimming. "...is here." she heard someone say, a whispered comment from light years away.

"What?" Sam asked.

Adria looked down at her and smiled.

Sam opened her eyes and sat up. Her hand was inside her pants and she felt seconds away from coming. She pressed her knees together and tried to remain still, hoping it was dark enough in the room that Cameron hadn't seen what she was doing. "What?" she said again.

"I said the Tok'ra ship just showed up on sensors," he repeated. "You need a couple of minutes, or...?"

"Yeah," Sam said. "Please. Thank you."

He stepped out of the doorway. When the doors slid shut, she found herself cast into darkness once again. She lay back and quickly fingered herself to orgasm, brushed her fingers on the sheet and stumbled to the bathroom. She hadn't had a sex dream that realistic in years. She shed her tank top and used it to dab at the sweat on her upper chest and under her arms. Ideally, she would be able to take a shower before going to meet the Tok'ra surgeon, but she doubted she had time.

She grabbed the deodorant from her pack and rolled it on, hoping it would keep the worst of the stench at bay until she had time to shower. When she reached for a new tank top, she caught a glimpse of something on her shoulder. She started to brush it away and froze with her hand halfway to the mark.

Four small, red crescents were indented in her flesh. They hadn't broken the skin and were already starting to fade. They were exactly where Adria had dug her fingernails during her orgasm. She froze in front of the mirror, looking at herself for signs that the dream may have been real.

It was preposterous. She had just slept funny and the sheets had left those weird indentations on her skin. She had been masturbating, which is why she was so wet and sore. She took a deep breath and pulled her t-shirt over her head. It wouldn't do her any good to investigate. All she would discover was that it had been a dream. An extremely vivid dream, yes, but a dream all the same.

She turned out the light and left the bedroom, determined not to think about the dream anymore.

At least until the next time she fell asleep.

End