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Author: Rysler
Email: strmscalm@aol.com
Rating: R
Pairings: Sam/Janet
Category: PWP
Date: 03/08/04
Website: http://www.hnoiyika.com/SG1
Disclaimer: MGM owns them. I just have the calendar.
Archive: With author's permission.
Summary: Janet gets bored while waiting for Sam to fix the base computers, so she decides to take matters into her own hand.
Notes: Another Rocketchick Challenge.
"How long is that going to take?" Janet complained irritably to Sam's back.
Sam replied with equal frustration, bent intently over a console. "I don't know. The network doesn't just reboot itself, Janet."
"But it's been hours," Janet complained. Usually, watching Sam work was a decadently indulged pleasure, especially when she was able to help. The thrill of learning something new beyond any previous human comprehension, of feeding off Sam's excitement and feeling Sam feed off their symbiotic relationship--those were the moments that made her job fantastic. But watching Sam fix the mainframe was just, well, boring. It hadn't even been taken out by aliens, or an evil NID virus. A glitch in a minor environmental program had created a cascade failure in a stick of RAM that somehow manifested a bug into the redundancy systems. And the environmental controls hadn't even gone wonky. Though it did feel a little hot in the cramped computer room. Sam had mentioned something about the dialing computer queries reversing the ally and enemy gate mapping system, but Janet thought that unimportant.
"Don't you have anything better to do besides watch me?" Sam's voice interrupted her. "Go fix Cassie some dinner."
"Cassandra is at Veronica's house. This was going to be a girls' night out, remember?" Janet scowled at Sam's back.
"Oh." Sam at least had the decency to sound chagrined. After a pause, she offered an apology. "I'm glad you're here to keep me company. This system is a real bitch."
She's so sweet, Janet thought. But I'm still bored. She took a long moment to study Sam's profile. Her lips parted, suddenly dry, as she watched Sam's strong back moving under the tight black t-shirt. The muscles rippled against the constricting cloth as Sam reached for another control on the panel. She yearned to reach out and caress Sam's skin, but distracting her partner would not lead to expedient repair, and that Janet desperately wanted.
Still bored.
Janet squinted at Sam's delicate neck arched as she sighed. Her eyes traced the curve from Sam's jaw down to where it vanished under her shirt at the collar. Janet licked her lips.
And horny.
Still watching Sam, she dropped her hand into her lap. Heat met her fingers. Hm. Janet shifted in her chair. Well, this is a little fun. She moved her hand lower. Maybe she could just distract herself for a few minutes. She followed the seam of her smartly-pressed khakis down to her center. Damp heat greeted her fingertips. A sigh escaped her lips and she pressed harder, finding the little bump that made her squeak.
Janet squeaked.
Sam's head jerked up. "Are you all right?" She looked over her shoulder at Janet with concern. Janet's face was flushed.
"Y-Yes," Janet stammered. She'd frozen in place, except for that part of her that was leaping at her still fingers, throbbing in a plea for more stimulation.
Sam, who had never heard Janet stammer before, not facing Goa'uld, not facing Anise, not even facing death, placed her hand worriedly on Janet's knee. "Are you sure?"
Janet quivered with the contact, the warmth of Sam's hand sending currents of energy a very short distance to Janet's clitoris. Janet's face turned even redder. She squirmed.
Sam studied Janet carefully. Her eyes started at Janet's, which were slightly glazed, down to Janet's neck, flushed, to nipples, hard, to Janet's hand, locked between her thighs. Oh.
"Oh." Sam slowly grinned. "Couldn't you wait?"
"Damn you, Carter," Janet growled.
"Mm." Sam gently grasped Janet's wrist to lift her hand away from what it was hiding, and set it on the arm of the chair. She placed her own hand there instead.
"What are you doing?" Janet reached for Sam's hand, but Sam grabbed her with her free hand and placed it back on the arm of the chair, and held it there. Janet struggled, but there was nowhere to go. Sam pressed harder, relentlessly, until Janet couldn't leave the chair or she'd embarrass herself.
"I thought I'd get you off," Sam smiled, feraly. "Ever done it in a closet?"
"Not one on a secret military base," Janet managed through gritted teeth. Sam was rubbing her now, and if she opened her mouth, she'd moan so loud the whole base would hear.
Sam kept grinning, and unbuttoned Janet's pants with one deft hand.
Janet was alarmed. "Sam, you wouldn't."
"Wouldn't what?" Sam replied, as she slipped her hand down Janet's belly, under her underwear. Her fingers tangled briefly in soft hair, before finding Janet's wet heat.
"Oh!"
Janet gasped and freed her hand, using it to clutch Sam against her center. Her lover's rubs and touches in her most intimate spots were driving her to relentless passions, and she didn't care if the world ended, as long as she climaxed. "Sam," she cried out softly, her head falling back onto the backrest.
"Look at me."
Janet opened her eyes to see Sam towering over her. The love and desire in those bright blue eyes that stared intently at her pushed her over the edge, and she came with a scream swallowed by Sam's lips descending onto her mouth.
She sagged back into the chair, as Sam blithely extracted her hand, wiped it on her fatigues, and smiled like an angel.
Janet gurgled weakly. "I guess you should get back to work."
Sam smirked. "Oh, I'm done. I just wanted to watch you break." She darted through the door, effectively escaping Janet's string of obscenities, because, at the moment, Janet was too satisfied to chase her.
