Teal'c had been first. They'd sat him in the central chair at the officers club, and the women had taken turns kissing him. Everyone was drunk enough to find this very entertaining. He had to guess the owner of the lips by name and rank, and when he got it wrong, which was rare, the entire room erupted in laughter.
Jack and Daniel had been arguing, as usual. Jack was ranting about the importance of instinct. Screw intelligence and strategy, exploration depended on what you felt and smelt and heard and saw. Without any senses, a man was helpless. Daniel, being less robust than Jack, was affronted, and launched into a lecture on cultural practices and sensory perception. Whole tribes, he contended, had religious rituals based around the deprivation of sight.
Then Sam had interrupted to tell the story of a fish that lived so far under the ocean it was blind. Then a timid first lieutenant had mentioned bats.
How it got to kissing, no one ever remembered afterward, but being New Years Eve and two hours until midnight, it had been on everyone's mind.
Teal'c was elected for Jack and Daniel's experiment mainly because he was the most willing, not having been tortured with humiliating games like spin the bottle and seven minutes in the closet during his youth.
In the chair, Teal'c was blind-folded with a perfumed scarf so that his olefactory senses would be hindered as well as his sight. Ear muffs were placed on his head. The rules were simple. A girl would kiss him and he'd have to identify her by touch. And taste.
Several women had presumably been wanting to kiss Teal'c before this night, because they quickly volunteered. Major Kerrison coordinated the contest. As Teal'c guessed each woman correctly, Jack grew frustrated, and he looked for ways to trip up Teal'c, to prove his point. He pointed at Daniel.
Daniel shook his head mutely in denial. Jack nodded. Daniel shook his head again. Jack growled. Daniel growled back. Jack opened his wallet and took out $40. Daniel nodded.
The archeologist approached the large, dormant Jaffa with trepidation. He leaned over cautiously and pressed his lips to Teal'c's, lingered for the requisite three second count, then straightened again.
Teal'c cleared his throat. "DanielJackson," he observed. "You were the only one to taste the double-garlic anchovies this evening. Now I know why."
Laughter danced across the room.
Daniel made a face. "Hey, at least he proved my point. Even blind, he guessed correctly. So much for being a 'man's man.'" Daniel said snidely.
Jack frowned. "Well..." He glanced at his buddy in the chair. "He's not a good test. He's got Junior inside him, telling him all the answers." He wasn't really sure how he'd gotten on this side of the argument, as a trained special ops soldier, he knew perfectly well what a blinded officer could do, but there was no backing down from the fight now. He was too drunk, and besides, there was kissing.
Teal'c pulled the scarf from his eyes and looked around. "You need a human candidate."
"Yeah," Jack agreed. He looked at Sam, who'd been talking in low tones with Lieutenant Moreno. "Carter, in the chair."
Sam looked in his direction with surprise. "Are you kidding me, sir?"
"In the chair. You're perfectly human. And you get out so little you wouldn't know someone's kiss if it bit you in the ass."
"Sir!"
"Chair!"
Sam looked at Daniel for help. He lifted his two $20 bills. She looked back at Jack.
"Oh, for crying out loud." He tossed his wallet at the blonde.
She rolled her eyes, but sat in the chair. Teal'c applied the dressings. The kissing began.
Sam hesitated before making her first guess, clearing her throat before saying, "Teal'c." She blushed, and then realized, when O'Neill didn't tease her about her reaction, that no one could see her expressions under the scarf. Her next guesses were bolder.
"Gross, Daniel. Go brush your teeth."
"Mmm...Colonel O'Neill, I think." She paused. "Kiss me again, just to be sure."
She won wolf whistles and laughter from the crowd with each kiss, and found herself enjoying being the center of attention for once. The blindfold made her feel helpless, at the mercy of Kerrison's whims and the caresses of strangers, but the scarf also shielded her from her own reactions.
Her eyes were free to widen with surprise and narrow with arousal, and the night and the liquor were making her heady and reckless. She loved the competition of trying to guess correctly, and each win made her feel more powerful even as the blindfold made her feel anonymous.
Jack, on the other hand, was growing unhappy. He scanned the room for harder tests, and his gaze landed on Doctor Fraiser. She was speaking in low tones to General Hammond at the bar, neither one looking very interested in taking part in the drunken revelry. Jack approached them.
"Doc, come kiss Carter, wouldja?"
She simply raised an eyebrow at him.
"C'mon, you're the last person in the world she'd guess. I'll give you--" He patted himself down for his wallet and frowned. "Complete cooperation on my next physical."
Hammond chuckled and looked over to where Carter was sitting in a straight-backed chair with silk draped in front of her eyes. "Now that's something I wouldn't mind seeing."
"You and every guy in the room," Fraiser snorted, but already she was moving toward Sam.
"Now, now," Jack chided as he followed her. "It's for science."
When they got close to Sam, Jack raised a finger to his lips to shush the crowd, and winked.
Janet rolled her eyes one more time for good measure, and leaned down to brush her lips across Sam's.
Every man in the room howled. Janet held the kiss, tasting Sam's mouth, while Jack counted down the seconds. He counted more slowly, playing to the crowd.
When the three-count ended, Sam was kissing Janet back, and had they gone to four, both women were sure the touch would have deepened.
The crowd quieted, to wait for the guess. Sam's wet lips parted as she whimperingly breathed, "Janet."
Jack buried his face in his hands. Money flew across the room as bets were won and lost. Daniel patted his friend on the back. "You're still tough, ogre."
"Wanna arm wrestle?" Jack looked hopeful.
The men moved off to a nearby table to begin their contest of strength. Janet carefully unwound the scarf from Sam's eyes, and smiled down at her. "Good guess."
Sam grinned. "I knew it was a woman, and no other woman on the base would go near me."
Janet chuckled as she helped her up. "I'm sure that's not true, Sam."
"Sure it is." Sam reached for her beer and leaned over to whisper conspiratorily to Janet. "No one else is as brave as you."
Janet blushed, and they parted ways, Janet going to cheer the boys wrestling, and Sam taking her turn with Hammond.
The forty officers that made up the SGC gathered in the center of the room as midnight approached. The radio was cranked loud, and Dick Clark was counting down to zero hour.
Sam had edged toward Janet for the last ten minutes, not looking at her, trying to be casual, but determined to be next to her when the clock struck. Kissing anyone was kosher for the first minute of the first day of January, even another woman. Sam wanted to know if the tingling she felt at Janet's kiss would happen again.
"Happy New Year!"
Sam turned to her right, where Janet stood, and she caught a reflected look surprised relief on Janet's face, before O'Neill grabbed the blonde from behind, spun her around, and kissed her. Their contact was brief before Sam managed to spin around again, just in time to see Janet spinning her way, released from Daniel's arms.
Auld Lang Syne was playing on the radio, and Janet had silver confetti in her hair. Her radiant smile captured Sam's attention as she drew the other woman into an embrace, and they kissed. Their mouths met in the middle of a crowd that was paying them no heed. Their touches lingered, and Sam dared to slip her tongue between her teeth to taste Janet's soft lips.
They parted only as the song drew to a close, and Sam mouthed the words. "And the days of auld lang syne."
Janet held her gaze. "Since long ago," she whispered.
The first kiss had been a fleeting fragment of a childish drunken game, but the second kiss, though excused, was real. Sam thought she would remember the second, the one that led to dinner, and necking in the car, and hand-holding in the infirmary, but instead it was that first touch she remembered.
The scarf had been Janet's, which Jack had stolen from her trenchcoat on the hook. Now, three months later, Sam fingered the fabric, tied around the lamp at her bedside.
Janet emerged from the bathroom and smiled at her.
Sam's mouth went dry. Janet was wearing blue silk pajamas, which indicated special sex tonight. The blonde glanced down at her boxers and white undershirt. She was underdressed.
Janet agreed. "Robe."
"Robe," Sam echoed, staring at Janet's nipples pressed against the thin fabric of the pajama top. Janet cleared her throat, and Sam went into the bathroom, stripped, and put on the sheer robe that hung on the hook of the bathroom door.
The robe meant very special sex, and already Sam was so aroused by anticipation she could barely walk.
Janet had unraveled the scarf, and was running it lovingly through her fingers. "Do you remember that night?"
"Sometimes it seems like I can remember nothing but that night," Sam grinned.
"Would you like to re-enact it?"
Sam looked at this small woman, half her size, rubbing a nondescript length of cloth against her palm, and wondered if she should be afraid. "Yes," she answered.
Janet nodded to the bed.
Sam stretched out on her back, reaching her hands above her head to grab the loops on the headboard they'd installed there for nights like this one. Her heart was pounding in her ears as Janet knelt beside her and placed the scarf loosely over her eyes. Sam's world was immediately plunged into darkness, and she mewled a complaint. From the first second the blindfold had been put on, all she wanted to do was see Janet. Being prevented only made the yearning stronger, and she was about to give into frustration and put the game to a stop when Janet's warm form covered hers.
She felt Janet's weight on top of her, soft flesh molding to her lean form, and was instantly comforted. She stopped whimpering, and even though Janet hadn't even kissed her yet, she trusted her lover enough to see this through. She didn't have to see Janet, if Janet kept touching her like that. But god, she felt helpless.
"Do you remember our first kiss?"
Janet's voice seemed disembodied, as if it came from everywhere in the room, and Sam longed to have her nearer. "Yes," she whispered.
In answer to her unspoken wishes, Janet's next words were spoken low and husky against Sam's ear. "Do you want to relive it?"
Sam whimpered. "Please."
She felt Janet's mouth lightly touch hers, and arched up, trying to seize Janet's lips.
Janet drew back and chuckled. "That wasn't the way we kissed, Sam."
Sam quieted, made herself still for Janet's entreaties.
Janet looked at her lover for a long moment, bound by the cloth, blind, relying on her completely. The doctor had the capacity for tenderness or disappointment, and felt awesome responsibility confronted with Sam's helplessness. Sam's only power was in her voice, and she used it shamelessly to implore Janet toward mercy.
"Please!"
Janet almost tore the cloth from Sam's face, to see those blue eyes, to reassure her that everything was going to be all right. But she had put Sam in this place, and now Sam wanted to be there even more than she wanted to be set free. After inhaling a deep, calming breath, Janet leaned over, and kissed her lover again.
The kiss was gentle, going no further than a breathy parting of lips. Their mouths were soft and slack and indulgent, until Janet lifted her head. "Is that when you knew, Sam?"
Sam smiled faintly. "Yes. When all those guys kissed me, it was just a game. Even Colonel O'Neill. But when you kissed me, I got wet."
"And now, Sam?" Janet didn't wait for an answer, but slipped her hand inside Sam's robe, reaching between her legs. "Are you even wetter now than you were then?"
Sam moaned. "Touch me, Janet." She spread her legs, imploring Janet's fingers to explore. "Don't stop. Please don't leave."
Janet responded to the power in Sam's voice, tangling her fingers in Sam's dark curls, dipping her middle finger between swollen folds to stroke her lover. She watched the changes in Sam's face as she touched her intimately. Sam alternately gritted her teeth, let out gutteral moans, and gasped for breath. Janet was getting lost in the changes in Sam's face. Every expression guided her hand, until she remembered that she was supposed to be the one in control.
"Sam." She whispered the woman's name tenderly, to ease the pain of parting as she removed her hand. "Not yet."
Sam arched, blindly seeking Janet's hand, her hips thrusting into air.
"Soon," Janet crooned. She used both hands to part Sam's robe, exposing flushed skin to the night air. Sam's nipples were hard. Janet's gaze drifted from the straining peaks to Sam's shrouded face, and she smiled to herself. Sam was rarely patient enough to let her really explore the long body, and now she had her chance. Janet bent her head to a nipple, and sucked.
Sam's answering moan nearly undid her, but she latched her mouth onto Sam's breast and suckled. The taste of Sam's flesh made her hungry for more, and she moved to Sam's other breast, tugging and pulling on the nipple. She fed on Sam and took her fill, ignoring Sam's cries, before kissing her way down Sam's curving abdomen. Janet tongued her navel.
Sam was squirming under her mouth, and still talking, using her words to fill the darkness she saw. "Janet," Sam implored. "Let me taste you."
Janet moved back up to blow across Sam's chest, her breath cooling the saliva coating her nipples, drawing a groan from the blonde. Then, reluctantly, Janet slid off the bed and stood. She removed her pajama bottoms, the crotch soaked through, and left them on the floor.
She climbed on the bed and straddled Sam's face. "Yes, Sam," she answered, reaching down to tangle her fingers in Sam's hair. Sam immediately began lapping between Janet's legs, her warm tongue tracing each fold, lingering on the clitoris before tracing a wet path to Janet's anus.
Janet had meant to tease Sam, but Sam's tongue robbed her of her power, and she could only helplessly hiss, "I want you inside me," as she pushed herself against Sam's face. Instead of using her tongue, Sam freed one of her hands from the loops and plunged two fingers into Janet, impaling her.
With a groan, Janet grabbed the headboard, rocking on Sam's hand. "Almost..." she announced, knowing the word would excite Sam. Sam increased her minstrations, thrusting herself into Janet, pressing her tongue firmly against Janet's clitoris.
Janet cried out again, and came, shaking against Sam as she gave herself to the orgasm. She sagged against the headboard, and Sam reached up to draw Janet away from her face, so she could breathe. The blindfold stayed in place.
Janet crouched over Sam, and kissed her, tasting herself on Sam's lips. "I taste good," she teased, settling down on top of her.
"Better than champagne on New Years Eve," Sam smiled, reaching up to tangle her hands in Janet's hair, drawing her close for a kiss.
"Ah, ah," Janet said, grabbing Sam's wrists and pushing them back toward the top of the bed. Sam took hold of the loops. "I want you to know only my touch when you come..." She murmured close to Sam's mouth, as she plunged her hand between Sam's thighs.
Sam convulsed, and coaxed by fingers that already knew how to draw an orgasm from her, shuddered after short moments, crying out Janet's name.
Janet immediately reached up to draw the scarf from Sam's eyes. She looked into Sam's wide and wet eyes, and smiled. "Hi."
"Hi," Sam responded hoarsely. She released her hands again, and wrapped her arms around Janet, who snuggled close, resting her cheek on Sam's chest.
"You're beautiful," Sam whispered, unable to take her eyes of the small form draped across her body.
Janet blushed. "You have to see you from my angle."
Sam grinned. "So when's the next officer's club party?"
"St. Patrick's Day is coming up," Janet said, chuckling, and poked Sam's ribs.
Sam squirmed. "Is there kissing on that holiday?"
"Well, there's drinking. Who knows where that will lead?"
"God," Sam said, settling back to stare at the ceiling. "I hope it leads to blue pajamas."