Okay..way back when I asked for prompts and
_call_me_snake_ asked for the "dirty hands" scene from Empire Strikes Back but using Sam/Janet...well I finally wrote it and...*g*..T wrote another version too...lol...I shall link it at the bottom if you want to read it..Enjoy!
Title: Dirty Hands
Author: elfcat255
Pairing: Sam/Janet
Rating:G
Spoilers: nope...total crack!
Janet reached up over her head for the crate containing the off world med kits, stretching to her full height she had barely grasped the edge of the container when arms appeared above her and the crate lifted from the top shelf, sending a cloud of dust falling around her. Startled by the movement she tried to remove her hands and caught her left knuckle on the underside of the shelf, cursing under her breath she turned to find Captain Samantha Carter setting the crate on the floor.
Shaking her injured hand the doctor gave the woman her best glare to which the Captain replied, “Sorry, Shorty, I was just trying to help.”
“Would you please stop calling me that,” Janet asked in a scathing tone.
“Sure, Janet,” Sam replied with a slight smile.
“You know you make it difficult to like you with that attitude,” the doctor told her.
“I do…I really do...but you could be a little nicer though,” Sam remarked back and watched as Janet brought her injured knuckle up to her lips; “Come on admit it…sometimes you think I’m all right,” added the Captain as she moved closer and grasped the doctor’s hand in her own.
“Occasionally…maybe…when you’re not acting like a smart ass,” Janet remarked wryly as Sam began massaging her injured hand with strong fingers.
With a crooked grin Sam spoke, “Smart ass…smart ass, I like the sound of that,” and continued to stroke the doctor’s hand.
“Stop that,” the petite doctor said.
“Stop what?” replied Sam.
“Stop that…my hands are dirty,” Janet continued.
“My hands are dirty, too…what are you afraid of?” the Captain asked.
“Afraid?” the smaller woman remarked trying to pull her hand from the blonde’s grasp.
Sam moved with her, “You’re trembling.”
“No, I’m not,” the doctor replied.
“You like me because I’m a smart ass…you don’t have enough smart ass’s in your life,” Sam said softly, backing the doctor up against the shelf as she moved in closer.
“I happen to like nice women,” Janet commented in a low whisper.
“I’m nice women,” remarked the blonde Captain, darting her head forward.
“No…you’re not…you‘re….” the doctor’s reply was stopped by Sam’s lips covering her own.
The kiss lengthened as Janet leaned into the taller woman, letting a hand travel up to cup the back of Sam’s neck to pull her closer when suddenly a voice called out “Sam! Sam! I found that book I was telling you about!”
The two hesitated for a moment and then broke apart, Sam turned towards the voice which let the doctor move away from her, “Gee, Daniel…that’s just great,” the blonde cracked and turned back to discover that the doctor was no longer in the room.
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sams_ceara's version check out her journal..heh..it's Jack and Daniel...LOL
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Title: Dirty Hands
Author: elfcat255
Pairing: Sam/Janet
Rating:G
Spoilers: nope...total crack!
Janet reached up over her head for the crate containing the off world med kits, stretching to her full height she had barely grasped the edge of the container when arms appeared above her and the crate lifted from the top shelf, sending a cloud of dust falling around her. Startled by the movement she tried to remove her hands and caught her left knuckle on the underside of the shelf, cursing under her breath she turned to find Captain Samantha Carter setting the crate on the floor.
Shaking her injured hand the doctor gave the woman her best glare to which the Captain replied, “Sorry, Shorty, I was just trying to help.”
“Would you please stop calling me that,” Janet asked in a scathing tone.
“Sure, Janet,” Sam replied with a slight smile.
“You know you make it difficult to like you with that attitude,” the doctor told her.
“I do…I really do...but you could be a little nicer though,” Sam remarked back and watched as Janet brought her injured knuckle up to her lips; “Come on admit it…sometimes you think I’m all right,” added the Captain as she moved closer and grasped the doctor’s hand in her own.
“Occasionally…maybe…when you’re not acting like a smart ass,” Janet remarked wryly as Sam began massaging her injured hand with strong fingers.
With a crooked grin Sam spoke, “Smart ass…smart ass, I like the sound of that,” and continued to stroke the doctor’s hand.
“Stop that,” the petite doctor said.
“Stop what?” replied Sam.
“Stop that…my hands are dirty,” Janet continued.
“My hands are dirty, too…what are you afraid of?” the Captain asked.
“Afraid?” the smaller woman remarked trying to pull her hand from the blonde’s grasp.
Sam moved with her, “You’re trembling.”
“No, I’m not,” the doctor replied.
“You like me because I’m a smart ass…you don’t have enough smart ass’s in your life,” Sam said softly, backing the doctor up against the shelf as she moved in closer.
“I happen to like nice women,” Janet commented in a low whisper.
“I’m nice women,” remarked the blonde Captain, darting her head forward.
“No…you’re not…you‘re….” the doctor’s reply was stopped by Sam’s lips covering her own.
The kiss lengthened as Janet leaned into the taller woman, letting a hand travel up to cup the back of Sam’s neck to pull her closer when suddenly a voice called out “Sam! Sam! I found that book I was telling you about!”
The two hesitated for a moment and then broke apart, Sam turned towards the voice which let the doctor move away from her, “Gee, Daniel…that’s just great,” the blonde cracked and turned back to discover that the doctor was no longer in the room.
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