Author: Rysler
Email: strmscalm@aol.com
Rating: R
Pairings: Sam/Janet, established relationship
Category: Post-episode PWP
Date: 03/06/04
Website: http://www.hnoiyika.com/SG1
Disclaimer: MGM owns them. I just have the calendar.
Archive: With author's permission.
Summary: Takes place after "1969." A team family moment at the Fraisers, followed by nookie.
Notes: Thanks to my beta readers, Dave and BJ, for their efforts to keep me from embarrassing myself.
Dinner was a merry, informal affair, with pizza. Jack charmed Cassandra with past adventures, and took care to interrupt Daniel whenever he began to ramble about ancient dialects. Teal'c spoke passionately about honor, a subject Cassandra knew quite a bit about, being a member of the SGC. Even at 13, she had secrets and burdens to carry, and she was childishly proud of her responsibilities.
Sam smiled throughout, and Janet could tell she was happy. They kept their distance from one another. Only Cassandra knew where Sam slept when she stayed over, and only then because nightmares of abandonment on alien worlds had driven her into Janet's bedroom one night, where she had been innocently delighted to see her second mother there, too. Only in the morning, snuggled against Sam, was she asked to keep the secret, and she accepted it like so many other secrets she had, without question.
Sam was the one to suggest Trivial Pursuit, loathe to let a rare and peaceful family gathering end. Sam and Daniel had to play on separate teams, being the geeks, as did Jack and Cassandra, being the only two who knew anything about pop culture. The most frequent phrase was Teal'c's, "I do not know the answer to the question you are asking," which, by the third plastic piece and the fifth beer, sent them all into fits of laughter. Teal'c's bemused eyebrow arch only led to the chugging rule of their evolving drinking game.
By the fifth plastic piece the clock read 2300, and they were sobering up. Cassandra declared her team the winner, and Sam and Janet led the boys out. Sam managed to tell them she would stay a bit to help clean up without adding too much lavish inflection to her words, despite inebriation.
So Sam and Janet washed dishes while Cassandra flopped down in front of the TV.
In a moment of passing a plate from one hand to another, their eyes met, and for a heartbeat their expressions were serious. A dangerous, and always possibly brief, life left little opportunity for exploring the human soul. Sam acknowledged that a part of her loved Janet simply because Janet was available to be loved. She knew Janet, too, acknowledged that in the casualness of their relationship, and the secrecy of it. The secrecy was not borne of homosexuality, but of the expectation that this couldn't last, and building a life together would be foolish. Perhaps even wrong. Raising an alien child together, a few miles from the military that ruled them--that was enough to ask for. More than either would have imagined at the outset.
And yet, Sam thought, studying those dark eyes, she knew this was more than opportunity. She and Janet where there because of what _there_ was. The SGC was something greater, and it drew people of honor, integrity, and curiosity to it. Only the most intelligent were chosen--like the astronauts, they represented the best that the human race had to offer to the universe. The people of the SGC were trusted to make decisions for the whole of their people.
Sam knew there was a mind inside Janet that she wouldn't find down at the desert girl bar in town. Not to mention Janet's heart--for she saw in Janet's face an understanding, and her acceptance of Sam's life as an explorer. That understanding was beyond Top Secret security clearances.
"Dr. Carter."
"Dr. Fraiser." Sam smiled warmly, her face close to Janet's.
"It is almost midnight. I think you'd better stay here tonight. I'm worried about you driving, and besides, I'm closer to the base."
Sam made a show of angst at the decision. "All right."
Janet laughed and slapped Sam on the butt. "Go put Cassie to bed. I'll finish things here."
* * *
Sam spent nearly 30 minutes talking with Cassandra until the girl's eyes began to glaze. Sam wished her goodnight and made her way to Janet's bedroom. When she got there, she leaned against the door jab and simply looked at the other woman. Watching, observing. Taking a good, long look at the empirical data.
Janet was lying on top of the covers, reading glasses perched on her nose, and a thin shift barely covering the rest of her. When she felt Sam's presence, she looked up and smiled, setting her book aside. Not some romance novel or medical text, Sam noticed with wry amusement, but "First Contact Procedures for Aggressive Species." Sam knew of Janet's desire to be on a more forward SGC team. Everyone knew. But she was too valuable a scientist to risk.
Sam was in a camo green t-shirt, field pants, and dog tags, and Janet was watching her with such an expression of lust that Sam wondered if the good doc had enlisted just for a closer look at women in uniform. Sam wondered if she should be offended by being so objectified, but Janet's look was making her flushed, so she forgave them both.
She sidled over. "Kid's asleep," she murmured.
"Good." Janet sat up, putting her hands on Sam's hips. "Good," she said again, and Sam pondered that what Janet was really saying was, "Now, quick, before your pager goes off."
Her assumptions were answered when, before even kissing her, Janet reached for the fly of her pants.
Arousal surged through Sam, proportional to the amount of skin her lover's wandering hands exposed in tugging her t-shirt up. She watched, uncharacteristically helpless, a figure of muscled steel and piercing intelligence, quivering as a gentle woman with delicate surgeon's hands opened the button of her trousers.
She exhaled, not quite a moan, but well on her way to one.
Janet made quick work of her button fly, and smiled impishly. Sam dipped to kiss her as Janet yanked down the pants, reaching the knees in one swift movement.
Their tongues mingled, and through a heady haze of passion and wet lips and light touches, Sam only managed to kick off her pants without tripping because she was a talented and decorated Air Force officer.
Mouths parted for breath long enough for Janet to look into Sam's eyes and smile. Sam took hold of her shoulders and pushed her back on the bed. Again, that reclining pose, Janet still and watching, her chest heaving beneath her shift.
Sam pulled off her t-shirt and then her sports bra, and knelt on the bed, crawling over Janet. She leaned down to kiss the doc, her dog tags spilling down Janet's neck. The friction of the silk and the heat of their bodies caressed their nipples into hard points, jabbing each other, thrusting, expressing the passion about to come.
Janet succumbed to the kisses, and slid her arms around Sam's neck. She paused to touch the chain hanging between them. "I love the way this looks against your skin."
Yup, that's definitely why Janet signed up.
Sam laughed at the thought, and kissed Janet. Their lips were warm, and it was Janet's tongue that found Sam's mouth, curling around her white teeth, tasting her. She slid her hands down Sam's back, across an expanse of smooth, strong muscle. Like a tiger, Janet thought. Or a dolphin. Sleek and intelligent. And dolphins had more fun in the sack. She had torn her mouth from Sam's in order to catch her breath, and Sam's lips found her throat.
Janet's body burned, and she pressed up against Sam to quench her fire. She ground against Sam's abdomen, her need alive and wet, regretting taking off Sam's pants. A belt buckle would have touched all the right places. She dug her fingers into Sam's back, urging her downward. She knew Sam wouldn't give in until they were both aching, but she tried anyway. She was too trapped to take off her gown, and too aroused to push Sam away, even briefly. She communicated her demands through her skilled hands, tracing Sam's silky back, trying to stimulate her into impatience.
Janet knew how to touch Sam without feeling the scars of bullets and blasters. She stroked those parts of Sam unblemished by tragedies, so she could avoid thinking about them, and lose herself in Sam's remaining streaks of innocence. Her dolphin in unpolluted waters, who had never heard of tuna nets.
"I love your mind," she murmured.
Sam's teeth in Janet's throat stilled into a tickle, before Janet felt them leave her skin entirely, replaced by a hot breath that danced across the nerve endings of her neck. The jolt when straight to her nipples, and she groaned and arched up to rub herself against Sam. She was about to reach for Sam's head and pull her back when Sam's reason for retreating rang in her ears.
"What!?"
Janet cleared her throat. "That intelligence. The way your eyes sparkle, not with rote facts, but with learning, experimenting, figuring things into existence. I love that anger time every time your mind is stifled--how you nurture protégés with the same glint in their eyes." Janet licked her lips. "I love that."
Sam was flabbergasted. "You don't have to sleep with me for that. We could talk."
Janet smirked. "Oh, I'm afraid I do, Major." She pushed Sam off her, rolling the larger blonde onto her back, a wild sea creature, captured and head-fed, but not quite tame.
"See," Janet explained, as she yanked off her shift and dropped it off the side of the bed. "Everyone... " Her voice trailed off as Sam's large hands covered her breasts. She sighed and leaned into the touch, purring when Sam's deft, calloused fingers stroked her nipples.
"Everyone what?"
Oh, Christ. Did she have to answer? Janet's head swam. In a moment, Sam was going to kiss her nipples, and all would be lost. Pink lips were already parting.
"Everyone..." Janet managed, "Gets a piece of your mind. Every time you come up with some brilliant scheme on a mission, heck, every time you give a powerpoint presentation, it's an intimate experience with who you are. But this--" Janet scooted back, away from Sam's warm hands, and caressed her belly. "This, only I get to have." She moved further down, slipping her fingers under the elastic of Sam's boxers. "This is mine." Fraiser's eyes, feral in the dim light, left no more room for discussion.
Sam was watching her now, quietly intent on what Janet was saying. Probably analyzing every word, Janet thought. She slid Sam's underwear down, unmasking the scent of salt and sweat and musk, all Sam. Janet inhaled, before tugging off the boxers and tossing them on the floor in the general vicinity of her shift.
She rested her hand on Sam's leg, needing a moment to take it all in. Sam's hand buried itself in Janet's hair, not demanding, just connecting. Janet turned her head and kissed Sam's inner thigh.
Here, underneath Sam's clothes, hidden between her legs, was her womanhood--Her most sheltered possession, too vulnerable to be allowed to blossom. Her career as a physicist was just as threatened as her military career by her gender. Even Jack trusted her to be one of the guys, to fire a machine gun and cover his back like any red-blooded American man.
Only here, with Janet, could she succumb to that secret side of herself that refused to totally evaporate; only when Janet's tongue slide over her clitoris, did she feel whole.
Janet, with a mind like hers, and a body like hers.
Janet was tasting her, caressing her secrets into bloom, and not satisfied with Sam's offering, slipped her tongue into her, seeking the depths.
Sam's scream caught in her throat, her teeth clenched in the agony of need, mindful of their child sleeping in the next room.
Sam felt the whole of Janet's face against her, the eyelids and nose and cheeks she loved to touch, now caressing her. Red hair was buried between Sam's thighs, and Janet licked Sam's clit with a steady, strumming stroke. When her fingers entered Sam, she roared at the sky, arching into her orgasm, into Janet.
With the final rush of coming, she saw streaks of starlight racing past her at infinite speeds, and she was tumbling into blackness. Janet could replicate the greatest scientific achievement in the history of mankind with simple touch.
Sam fell back on the bed, gasping.
Janet continued to cover her heat with light kisses, until Sam tugged at her hair. Complacent in victory, she relinquished her prize and settled onto Sam's full length, kissing her cheek, a gesture of affection, and then nuzzling into her neck.
"Thank you," Sam said throatily, like she meant it.
"You're welcome." Janet purred against her ear, vibrating the fine hairs along Sam's cheek pleasantly.
"Sex is great," Sam said. Janet began laughing, and Sam took tactical advantage of Janet's loss of control and rolled over on top of her. Janet's giggles continued as Sam fit herself into the doctor's body, molding their forms together. Janet's laughter turned to moans as Sam touched every part of her. Her legs wrapped around Sam's thigh. Finally. She felt the strong muscles contracting against her core, and she surrendered to whatever experience Sam chose to give her. "I love you," she murmured.
Sam said nothing, but expressed with the strengthening of her caresses, and the hunger of her kisses, her pleasure at the words.
Janet clung to Sam's shoulders. "I love you," she said again, and Sam took her.
