Of the same kinds, class, or nature

Haha, you are so hilarious.

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Marlowe peered out of his carrier at his owner. Smitty tapped on the little gate and said, "You know we're going to see cousin Sam again. Maybe you could be a little nicer this time."

Cousin Sam! Marlowe remembered Cousin Sam from last week. He's wanted to play with Cousin Sam, wanted to like her, but she was so happy and bouncy and her tail was as big as he was! He was certain that one good swish of that tail would make him a Marlowe Pancake.

The car stopped and Smitty disappeared, and then Marlowe felt his carrier being lifted out of the car. They went up steps, steps Marlowe had seen from the house window last time, and then the door opened and Aunt Annie was talking to Smitty.

"Hey," she said, leaning down to look in Marlowe's carrier. "You want to see Cousin Sam? She's taking a nap in the crate."

Marlowe felt Smitty put the carrier on the floor and then the door was open and he could come out. He glanced around Aunt Annie's living room, at the hard floors and the windows right over there then Smitty was pushing him toward the Food Place where he'd only looked last time because Sam had always been there.

Sam wasn't there this time, though, so Marlowe prowled, looking at everything he could and still kept an eye out for Cousin Sam.

"Over here, Marlowe," Smitty said, and there! In a giant crate, there was Cousin Sam, asleep. Yay! Sam couldn't squish Marlowe when she was sleeping! Marlowe padded over to the crate and sniffed Cousin Sam. Then he stretched out one paw and pressed the pad to Cousin Sam's leg.

Cousin Sam opened her eyes and grinned, her tongue falling out of her mouth. She didn't move, but she seemed happy to see Marlowe.

Yay! Marlowe thought. No squishing!

Cam kicked back on the bed and settled into the pillows. "Not bad accommodations," he said around a yawn.

"Don't you go to sleep now," Sam said, poking through a bowl of fruit. "Here," she said to John, tossing him a little round pink fruit. "We've had these before. They're pretty good."

"Thanks," John said, taking the fruit and rolling it in his hand before finding a smooth, evenly blushed part and took a bite. It was juicy and sweet, a little like a cross between a strawberry and a peach. Sam sat down next to him on the settee-thing and took a bite of her own fruit.

He gave her a sideways glance, watched her lick juice off her fingers, and decided he'd might as well get that show on the road. Her mouth was sweet with the fruit's juice and warm when he kissed her, using his palm to tilt her face up to him. He wondered if they'd known, when Mitchell and Carter took him out on this training mission to this planet, if they'd planned this three-way marriage just for this reason.

"Um. Hi," Sam said. She'd responded to him instantly but now she was pulling back.

"Hi," John said, feeling the first crawling sense of doubt. "Um. We did just get married, right?"

"Yeah," Sam said, looking as uncertain as John felt. "But...I mean, not for real. Right?"

"Hey," Cam said from the bed. "Maybe they just do things differently in the Pegasus galaxy." He sat up and swung his legs to the floor. "Sheppard?"

"Wait a minute," John said, feeling like he'd been Punk'd. "You mean your aliens don't make you have sex after they marry you?"

"No," Sam said, covering up a laugh with the back of her hand and hastily taking a bite of fruit. "Usually it's just an excuse for a big party and getting us drunk," she said apologetically.

"It totally makes sense, though," Cam said, standing up and walking over to their tiny couch. "Move over," he said, tapping Sam on the shoulder.

She moved, sliding up next to John, who was starting to have an inkling of how Rodney felt all the time.

"I mean, with the Wraith decimating populations right and left, they probably want you to have all the sex you can, right?" Cam said, taking Sam's fruit out of her hand and taking a bite himself. John took a break from being embarrassed to wonder if Cam's mouth tasted as great as Sam's.

"Yeah, I - I guess," John admitted. "You know, when they told me SG-1 got married all the time and I should just roll with it, I had no idea you guys just got - " He gestured to the room. "Continental breakfast and HBO. I mean everyone seemed to think the group sex was normal!"

Sam glanced over at Cam and reached up to wipe a little juice from the corner of his mouth with her thumb. He kissed her palm, taking her wrist in his hand, and glanced back over at John.

"Just 'cause they don't make us doesn't mean we can't," he said, the hand not holding Sam's fruit suddenly warm and heavy on John's thigh.

John swallowed. "I didn't mean to - " he croaked hesitantly but then Sam's hand was on his leg too, then between his legs and oh yeah, he wasn't going to argue with this. He pulled her onto his lap and felt Cam's hands brush his chest as the other man stroked Sam from hip to breast.

And then Sam pulled back from his mouth, gasping as Cam's hand did something and she said, "Wait, wait a sec, here." John and Cam both paused as Sam tilted her head and narrowed her eyes at John. "Does this mean you slept with McKay?"