Author: Rysler
Date: 09/01/04
Pairing: Sam/(Julia Donovan)
Rating: NC17
Summary: Sam finds watching "Inside Access" stimulating.
Notes: Takes place during Season 6. Written for Geonn.
Sam Carter found herself home at 11:00 PM. She dropped her keys on the hallway table and headed to her bedroom, bypassing the kitchen and the answering machine. Snacks and human contact would have to wait until 11:30. Warmth grew between her thighs. She felt silly; nearly tripping on the carpet as she ran to her bedroom, but she justified her actions by thinking she hadn't really intended to be home at this hour.
She had stayed late at the base, and glancing at her watch as she walked through her front door revealed a happy accident. 11:00 wasn't the witching hour, but as Sam sat on the bed and picked up the remote to turn on her television, her whole body tingled with anticipation.
A commercial was on. Sam unlaced her boots. She ignored the noise from the television as she removed her shoes and socks. A car advertisement started. Sam rubbed her bare feet and groaned. Her toenails needed cutting, but that wouldn't be getting done tonight. She squirmed backward on the bed until she was propped against the headboard.
A station break aired, and then the introduction music for "Inside Access" started. Sam's nipples hardened. She admonished herself for such a Pavlovian response even as she shifted on the bed. Her cotton shirt brushed against her aroused skin. The credits began, and Sam's lips parted of their own accord.
Julia Donovan came onscreen. Sam exhaled. The first time she had seen this woman was on a small, grainy television at the base. She'd been flipping stations late one night, not content to watch the Weather Channel. An election was coming up at some point, and Sam figured she should have at least some clue about issues other than funding for the Stargate program, so she found a news magazine.
For a few minutes, Sam had watched alone. Just her and the reporter, one Julia Donovan, a blonde bombshell who looked through the screen directly at her. Sam had shivered even then, being molded by the commanding tone and sharp eyes. She had no idea what Donovan was saying, but her own reply was, "Yes."
Jonas had joined Sam in the lab ten minutes into the program, interrupting Sam's mutating fantasy. Since that moment, she had been obsessed with being alone with Julia Donovan again. She felt a slight twinge of guilt at the unrequited sexual attraction she felt, but Donovan was a public figure, she expected it, right? It was just a TV show; it wasn't like Sam was ever going to meet the woman. Her desire was safe in its anonymity.
~Just a show~ Sam reminded herself, as her hand dropped to her leg. She traced the denim to her inner thigh, feeling the heat coming from her core. Julia Donovan was beginning her monologue, and as she turned from her interviewee to the camera, Sam's hand covered her own crotch, squeezing herself through her jeans.
Julia was talking only to her, about... poaching alligators in the Everglades... and Sam responded to every word. She bit her lip as she rubbed herself harder.
"Hunters carry rifles with long shafts..." "...for penetrating the wetness..." Sam moaned. She pressed the seam of her jeans against the small bump the fabric hid. She couldn't tear her concentration away from Julia Donovan long enough to unbutton her fly. Sam could only helplessly touch herself. Her wetness seeped through the denim and coated her fingers. Her swollen clitoris was chafed by the strokes.
Sam was panting when the commercial break finally came. She bit her lip and quickly unbuttoned herself, shoving her hand against her panties. Donovan off the air cooled her down, and after cupping herself, feeling the reassuring warmth through the soft fabric of her underwear, she inhaled and withdrew her fingers. She pushed her jeans and panties off, kicking them to the floor, and then pulled her shirt over her head. Unclasping her bra took more work, but she finally threw it onto the pile.
She had wriggled under the sheets of her unmade bed when Julia Donovan returned to the screen. Sam's center began throbbing a moment before her eager fingers found her wetness again. She slid her middle finger between her lower lips and used the heel of her hand to apply pressure to her clitoris.
Sam's breathing grew heavier, and she desperately wanted to throw her head back and give into her passion but that would mean looking away from Julia. Looking at the woman, Sam began to fantasize. She imagined them kissing next to the blue water of the Gulf coast. She stared at Julia's hair and wondered how it would feel between her fingers.
"And I'm Julia Donovan, and this is..." Sam rubbed harder, grinding against her hand. Her arm ached. She wanted to come before the show ended. She wanted to feel the orgasm while Julia was looking through the camera at her. She slid two fingers into herself and then out again, spreading the new wetness on her clitoris. She was slippery and hard and aching.
"That's all... Thank you, and goodnight." Sam watched the studio go dark. She used her free hand to hit the mute button. Julia Donovan, alone in a dark studio... What would she do if Sam appeared? Would she bend over the table? Would she spread for Sam if she wore her dress blues?
Sam came, gasping and arching against her hand. She shivered violently. Her head fell back on the pillows as she shook, stroking herself through the tremors. Sated, she flicked the television off and rested on her back in the darkness of her bedroom, sweating and alone.
She rolled her head to look at the television set. Julia Donovan was no more than a figment of her imagination, really, just another anonymous public figure. Sam probably wouldn't like the woman if they met on the street. Her fantasy was harmless, her orgasm, satisfying. She needed her release where she could get it, and the girl-bar down the street was off-limits.
Julia Donovan was just another secret she'd never have to share...