As It Happens
Author: Rysler
Site: http://www.hnoiyika.com/SG1/
Date: 01/13/05
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Sam/Janet [Stargate SG1]
Category: Plot? What Plot?
Summary: After their first time together in Sam's base quarters, Sam wonders where it will all lead.
Notes: Takes place during Season 1. Minor spoilers for "Hathor."
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Sam propped herself up on one elbow and looked down at the sleeping woman beside her. Janet Fraiser, naked in bed in her sparse base quarters. Sam hadn't even thought to look for a security camera before they'd made love, tangled and sweaty in the bed sheets. She wasn't worried by their indiscretions, just surprised by her behavior. She'd had dalliances with airmen and bar girls before, stolen moments in a lifelong career, but this was the Chief Medical Officer. Sam had never considered herself a woman of much class, but now a beautiful, impossibly small woman was lying in her bed, and Sam would have to face her tomorrow.
Janet was dreaming. Sam watched her eyelids flutter and dared to reach out and caress the line of her jaw, tense with concentration. Janet looked just the same asleep as she did awake -- Too serious. Sam leaned down and kissed her cheek. She wondered at Janet's exotic features, at the origin of those dark eyes and thin bones.
Janet's past was mostly blank. She'd had a husband, but she didn't now. Sam guessed that if there were still a husband, Janet wouldn't be with the SGC. Sam had never had to face that choice -- Or if she had, she supposed, it had been so long ago that she no longer remembered making it. Love would not get in the way of her career. She'd tried, therefore, to date people good for her career, but, like Jonas Hanson, things just wouldn't gel. So she settled for having one over the other. Did Janet settle?
Janet didn't settle, Sam thought. She chose. She shifted, and brushed her lips against Janet's shoulder. Janet had freckles--dark, bold spots on olive skin--that tasted like salt and sex.
Sam began counting the freckles, and tried to pinpoint the moment when the idea of falling for Janet had occurred to her… Maybe when they'd stopped addressing each other as soldiers, and started addressing each other as women…
Only a week ago Sam had sat on a bed in the infirmary, watching warily as the doctor swabbed her arm with alcohol."It's an immunization, Captain Carter," Fraiser said, as she tightened the rubber around Sam's upper arm. "Although, God knows how it will work."
Sam had looked at the doctor in front of her, the woman that had saved her life twice already and who smiled back at her whenever she offered a smile, and said, "It's Sam. Call me Sam."
"Okay." Fraiser inserted the needle into her arm, and made an apologetic murmur when Sam winced. "I'm sorry, Sam..." She pushed the plunger. "By the way, my name is Janet." She winked. "And I hope," she said, capping the needle and disposing of it, "That we can be friends, despite that my job is to torture you."
Sam had grinned. "Friends."
"Great," Janet murmured, as if Sam had just confirmed airline reservations with customer service. She brushed Sam's shoulder, and then said, "If the shot gives you a rash, let me know." She'd moved on to the next patient…
Warmed by the memory, Sam pressed her nose into Janet's shoulder. She marveled at how peacefully Janet slept after the frantic activity earlier. The seduction had been Janet's idea, Sam thought, but now she felt protective, watching over the woman who had taken care of her so often in the infirmary. Sam felt chosen.
Then she realized, with a flutter of fear in her stomach, that she was the dumb soldier she'd always fucked in the past. Maybe Janet was just using her for a little stress relief. Which wouldn't be so bad, but… she wanted to do this again. Sam winced.
Janet made a sound.
Sam looked up at her face. Janet's dark eyes were open. She watched Janet lick her lips, and then ask, "How long was I asleep?"
"About forty-five minutes."
Janet nodded, and then tilted her chin back. She took a more relaxed pose, and stared at the ceiling. "I needed that."
Sam flinched. "I--"
Her sentence was drowned by the knocking at her door. They'd been gone from their lives too long. Someone had noticed. Sam rolled out of bed and grabbed her pants. She slid into them and then shrugged into her uniform jacket, tugging it around her torso before going to the door.
O'Neill stood outside. "Carter, you're looking…tousled. Who's in there?"
"Sir!"
He blinked. "Oh, right. Why would I think that anyone was in there. With you." O'Neill chuckled. "Preliminary scans from the MALP are in. Hammond wants you to take a look at them, and we go at 1500 hours. If you approve."
If she approved. Her responsibility. She shivered. "Okay…"
O'Neill stared.
"…Sir."
He nodded, and walked down the corridor. She slipped back into her quarters.
She'd expected Janet to be already dressed, to be as embarrassed as she was, to make it look like they were just talking for the last three hours, but there was Doctor Fraiser, dark hair tousled against her pillows, bare arms folded over breasts, raising an eyebrow at her.
"Mission, soon," Sam mumbled, moving back to the bed. "I should go."
Janet tilted her head. "You should shower."
Sam blushed. "Yeah, probably."
"Together?" Janet sat up, and pushed the white sheets off herself.
Sam nodded. She offered her hand, and Janet grasped it to pull herself to her feet. She held onto Sam's fingers while she wrapped herself around Sam's back. "Sam."
"Will I see you when I get back?" Sam pressed Janet's hand to her belly, inside her open jacket.
"Yes. But please, Sam--"
Be discreet.
Don't be mushy.
Don't ask her out to the movies like this is a relationship.
"--I don't want to see you in the infirmary unless you're walking, okay?"
Sam felt Janet's lips graze the back of her neck. "Deal."
Janet slid her palm up Sam's skin, between her breasts, and to her shoulder. She grabbed Sam's other shoulder and tugged the jacket off, letting it pool at her feet. "Should I fold that?" Janet asked.
"No. I'm messy." Sam grinned.
Janet kissed the center of her back, between her shoulderblades, and slid her arms down Sam's sides to the waist of her pants. "I like you messy."
Sam trembled. Janet bit her shoulder, and then stepped away, heading toward the small bathroom. Sam grinned. She kicked off her pants and followed her.
They barely fit in the stall, and were pressed together under the pressure of the water. The temperature was hotter than Sam usually liked. Droplets stung her skin where they landed. She pressed herself against Janet's soft body, in turn pressing Janet against the cheap tile wall, and shared her irritation by biting at Janet's throat. "We don't have much time," she said huskily, and then bit at Janet's neck.
Janet, eyes closed, head tilted back, moaned against Sam's ear.
"Forget about time. Relax, Sam," Janet said, as her hand moved between Sam's legs.
"Can't," Sam said through gritted teeth. "Afraid O'Neill will walk in at any moment."
"Oh?" Janet slipped her middle finger inside of Sam, just a half inch, and cupped her to feel the coarse, wet curls against her palm. "What would you do if he did?"
Sam whimpered. Janet's words made her feel exposed, even though they were the only ones in the bathroom, and she shivered under the heat and steam of the shower as wet fingers stroked her. She bucked her hips against Janet's hand, pushing down. "More," she asked, redundantly. Janet's fingers were already twisting inside her.
"I'm going to--" She said, quivering uncontrollably against Janet, flinching under the stinging water. Sam came, clinging to Janet in the hopes that Janet would cling back, and hold her up. Janet stilled her hand against Sam's center and allowed Sam's rolling hips to take their pleasure of their own accord, until Sam's forehead dropped to Janet's shoulder and she sighed. "Ungh."
Janet chuckled. "You should go to work. You've been gone too long."
"No." Sam opened her mouth against Janet's shoulder. Warm water slid between her lips and soft skin. She sucked in, creating a wet seal. Janet arched. Sam felt hard nipples pushing against her breasts. Janet moaned and then licked her earlobe, and Sam slid down, mostly because her knees were buckling.
She knelt on the hard tile. Water rushed around her knees in an effort to find the drain. Janet seemed to tower above her. Sam ran her hands up Janet's thighs. Janet curled her fingers into Sam's hair and Sam was content to close her eyes and enjoy the scalp massage under the shower spray until Janet urged her forward.
Janet's curls were darker than her hair. Sam parted them with slightly shaking hands, to see the swollen lips damp from the shower. She tilted her head and pressed her nose against Janet intimately and inhaled a musky scent. Her tongue flicked out, nudging Janet's clitoris. Janet moaned, tightening her fingers in Sam's hair.
Sam felt invigorated by her ability to arouse her partner, and licked again. Janet let out a soft cry. Sam's tongue explored folds she had first tasted in her bed an hour ago. She was already adept at finding the points where pressure would make Janet convulse. When she dipped inside Janet, pushing against the entrance with her rough tongue, Janet's thighs clamped around her head.
"Now, Sam…" Janet said. She released Sam's head in order to hold herself against the wall. She lifted one leg and balanced on the shower ledge. Sam focused on Janet's clitoris, teasing it with her tongue before tracing the hood. She felt Janet shudder against her mouth and tasted the orgasm against her lips.
Janet tugged her hair, gently, to urge her back to her feet. Sam nearly stumbled. Pain shot through her knees and she held onto the side of the shower stall to pull herself up. Janet was grinning, and kissed her when she stood. Sam opened her mouth to Janet's insistent tongue. Janet cleaned the fluids from her face and worked her fingers against the base of Sam's spine. Sam arched into her, ready to go again, but Janet pulled back. "O'Neill's waiting for you."
It took Sam a moment to remember her orders. She looked sadly at Janet.
Janet turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. She picked one of Sam's towels off the floor and opened it invitingly. "And when you're done…" She said, as Sam moved toward her, "I'll be waiting for you."