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Title: Need
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sams_ceara
Pairing: Sam/Janet
Rating:NC-17---yup you read it right
Spoilers: nope
AN: written for the mood prompt "Sam/naughty" formerfilly's June Mood Challenge and posted here cause she asked me to...*grin*
The day had been long and Janet was ready to head home. She knew SG1 had returned from their mission and was now just busying herself with paperwork until Sam was finished with the necessary post-mission briefing. Opening another folder, the doctor smiled to herself and shook her head back and forth in amusement. Her Sam, the adventurer, the explorer, the soldier – the one in need of patching up more than from time to time. But that was the way things were and at least her love returned to her after every mission – even if she did need to be stitched up or medicated more times than not.
There was a knock at her door, startling the doctor from her thoughts. Closing the file folder, Janet addressed the person on the other side of the door, bidding them entrance. To her surprise, the person who entered was not the person who had just been filling her thoughts; rather, it was SG1’s commanding officer, the tall and slightly graying Colonel Jack O’Neill. He looked rather nervous as he regarded the woman behind the desk closely.
“Colonel,” Janet greeted him, a little worried by his strange behavior. “Is something wrong?”
A hand ran though the errant gray strands. “Kinda, Doc. Ya see, you might wanna take a look at Carter before you take her home, you know?” the colonel tried to explain as his eyes shifted back and forth warily.
This had Janet on her feet within seconds. “What’s wrong with Sam?”
Jack shrugged. “It’s nothing major,” he snorted, realizing his unintentional pun, “but you might want to check her out in your office,” he finished, motioning to someone just outside the door.
The doctor watched as the love of her life, the woman she lived with, thought she knew better than anyone, slipped shyly into the room. It was a move so unlike her, as was the finger poised delicately and crookedly in her teeth and her gaze finding Janet’s face, blue jewels peering out from behind heavy lids. But she stayed glued to Jack’s side, as if waiting for instruction, something else that confused the smaller woman.
Finally, the colonel broke the silence by clearing his throat. “All right, so now that I’ve safely brought her this far, I’ll leave her in your capable hands,” he said with a wave of his arm. Backing toward the door, he gave his second in command a gentle shove toward the woman still standing behind the desk. With that final move, he ducked out of the door, closing it behind him.
When he was finally gone, Janet left the protection of her desk and went to examine her girlfriend. Slim hands slipped behind Sam’s strong neck, feeling for any bumps, bruises, or worse still, tears in the skin. Finding nothing, the doctor stepped back and once again looked over the woman before her.
“Sam, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” she asked in low tones, instinctively knowing that whatever was bothering her girlfriend wasn’t going to be something diagnosable unless the blonde told Janet what was going on inside of her. Sam stood silently, only moving when she blinked and her gaze remaining fixed on the doctor, finger finally back down at her side where it belonged.
Shaking her head, Janet tried again. “Sam, sweetie, can you hear me?” she asked, her small hand cupping Sam’s cheek tenderly. The taller woman’s lips tugged upward, but didn’t open or make a sound as she stepped closer to the petite doctor. “Sam?” Janet asked, her heartbeat beginning to quicken, but she held her ground, sure she could trust the woman she loved, even if there was something wrong with her at the moment. Colonel O’Neill wouldn’t have left them alone if he didn’t trust Sam, would he?
As these thoughts swirled around her head, Janet barely registered the quick drop of Sam’s head before her girlfriend’s lips pressed hungrily to her own. Surprised, Janet barely had time to react before Sam’s hands found their way to the back of her neck and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. Deciding to follow suit, the brunette’s eyes slid closed as her own hands found Sam’s waist and settled there.
This was all kind of exciting to Janet. They had never made out in her office before. She assumed that was due to the secrecy surrounding their relationship. But this was deliciously naughty, as if the possibility of being caught fueled their fire, making the moment even hotter. Sam gently pushed her back toward the couch and the doctor obliged, breaking the fevered kissing momentarily to sink back onto the cushions. The taller woman followed, reaching down and sliding the white lab coat off of Janet’s shoulders, discarding the garment on the back of the sofa. She then set to work on the buttons of Janet’s uniform top.
Janet’s head was spinning as she lost herself in the moment, allowing her girlfriend to undress her even as she realized they could be discovered by a nurse walking in on them at any moment. The part of her that objected was silenced completely when a hand covered her breast and began stroking a nipple, causing her breathing to quicken exponentially. “Sam,” she groaned, her patience beginning to wear thin.
The woman above her smiled broadly, wickedly it seemed, as her blonde head dipped down and her mouth captured the nipple in one swift motion. Janet moaned and threw her head back, her fingers threading themselves through Sam’s short locks of hair. Chuckling to herself, the taller woman trailed kisses up the doctor’s front, paying special attention to the dip on her lover’s neck, back up to her lips, kissing her soundly.
As Sam’s lips began making their way across Janet’s jaw line to her ear, the smaller woman managed to pant out, “Sam, please,” as she pleaded with her girlfriend to stop teasing her. Sam nodded against Janet’s flushed skin and trailed a finger ever so lightly down between the doctor’s breasts, across her belly button and dipped into soft, wet folds. Janet let out a loud gasp and clung tightly to Sam’s shoulders as the finger began to work its magic. It wasn’t long before she was crying out in pleasure and digging her nails into the skin of Sam’s arms, knowing it would leave marks, but failing to care.
When the waves began to subside, Janet became aware of bushy head on her shoulder and an arm flung across her middle. She also suddenly noticed how small the couch was for two grown women, but she waited for her love to make a move before mentioning their cramped situation.
Finally, Sam spoke. “Janet?” she whispered softly against clammy skin.
Janet brushed a few stray strands of hair away from her love’s eyes. “Yes, baby?” she replied in her own soft tones.
“Did we just . . . have sex in your office?”
“Mmm-hmm. You don’t remember?”
“Oh, I remember,” Sam said, lifting her head to look into Janet’s eyes. “But it feels like a dream now, as if it didn’t actually happen.”
“Oh, it happened,” Janet replied quickly, flashing her girlfriend a grin. “What’s going on with you?” she asked, this time more serious.
Sam sighed. "Well, it all started when the townspeople suggested we go visit this witch doctor . . ."
Author:
sams_cearaPairing: Sam/Janet
Rating:NC-17---yup you read it right
Spoilers: nope
AN: written for the mood prompt "Sam/naughty" for
merfilly's June Mood Challenge and posted here cause she asked me to...*grin*The day had been long and Janet was ready to head home. She knew SG1 had returned from their mission and was now just busying herself with paperwork until Sam was finished with the necessary post-mission briefing. Opening another folder, the doctor smiled to herself and shook her head back and forth in amusement. Her Sam, the adventurer, the explorer, the soldier – the one in need of patching up more than from time to time. But that was the way things were and at least her love returned to her after every mission – even if she did need to be stitched up or medicated more times than not.
There was a knock at her door, startling the doctor from her thoughts. Closing the file folder, Janet addressed the person on the other side of the door, bidding them entrance. To her surprise, the person who entered was not the person who had just been filling her thoughts; rather, it was SG1’s commanding officer, the tall and slightly graying Colonel Jack O’Neill. He looked rather nervous as he regarded the woman behind the desk closely.
“Colonel,” Janet greeted him, a little worried by his strange behavior. “Is something wrong?”
A hand ran though the errant gray strands. “Kinda, Doc. Ya see, you might wanna take a look at Carter before you take her home, you know?” the colonel tried to explain as his eyes shifted back and forth warily.
This had Janet on her feet within seconds. “What’s wrong with Sam?”
Jack shrugged. “It’s nothing major,” he snorted, realizing his unintentional pun, “but you might want to check her out in your office,” he finished, motioning to someone just outside the door.
The doctor watched as the love of her life, the woman she lived with, thought she knew better than anyone, slipped shyly into the room. It was a move so unlike her, as was the finger poised delicately and crookedly in her teeth and her gaze finding Janet’s face, blue jewels peering out from behind heavy lids. But she stayed glued to Jack’s side, as if waiting for instruction, something else that confused the smaller woman.
Finally, the colonel broke the silence by clearing his throat. “All right, so now that I’ve safely brought her this far, I’ll leave her in your capable hands,” he said with a wave of his arm. Backing toward the door, he gave his second in command a gentle shove toward the woman still standing behind the desk. With that final move, he ducked out of the door, closing it behind him.
When he was finally gone, Janet left the protection of her desk and went to examine her girlfriend. Slim hands slipped behind Sam’s strong neck, feeling for any bumps, bruises, or worse still, tears in the skin. Finding nothing, the doctor stepped back and once again looked over the woman before her.
“Sam, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” she asked in low tones, instinctively knowing that whatever was bothering her girlfriend wasn’t going to be something diagnosable unless the blonde told Janet what was going on inside of her. Sam stood silently, only moving when she blinked and her gaze remaining fixed on the doctor, finger finally back down at her side where it belonged.
Shaking her head, Janet tried again. “Sam, sweetie, can you hear me?” she asked, her small hand cupping Sam’s cheek tenderly. The taller woman’s lips tugged upward, but didn’t open or make a sound as she stepped closer to the petite doctor. “Sam?” Janet asked, her heartbeat beginning to quicken, but she held her ground, sure she could trust the woman she loved, even if there was something wrong with her at the moment. Colonel O’Neill wouldn’t have left them alone if he didn’t trust Sam, would he?
As these thoughts swirled around her head, Janet barely registered the quick drop of Sam’s head before her girlfriend’s lips pressed hungrily to her own. Surprised, Janet barely had time to react before Sam’s hands found their way to the back of her neck and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. Deciding to follow suit, the brunette’s eyes slid closed as her own hands found Sam’s waist and settled there.
This was all kind of exciting to Janet. They had never made out in her office before. She assumed that was due to the secrecy surrounding their relationship. But this was deliciously naughty, as if the possibility of being caught fueled their fire, making the moment even hotter. Sam gently pushed her back toward the couch and the doctor obliged, breaking the fevered kissing momentarily to sink back onto the cushions. The taller woman followed, reaching down and sliding the white lab coat off of Janet’s shoulders, discarding the garment on the back of the sofa. She then set to work on the buttons of Janet’s uniform top.
Janet’s head was spinning as she lost herself in the moment, allowing her girlfriend to undress her even as she realized they could be discovered by a nurse walking in on them at any moment. The part of her that objected was silenced completely when a hand covered her breast and began stroking a nipple, causing her breathing to quicken exponentially. “Sam,” she groaned, her patience beginning to wear thin.
The woman above her smiled broadly, wickedly it seemed, as her blonde head dipped down and her mouth captured the nipple in one swift motion. Janet moaned and threw her head back, her fingers threading themselves through Sam’s short locks of hair. Chuckling to herself, the taller woman trailed kisses up the doctor’s front, paying special attention to the dip on her lover’s neck, back up to her lips, kissing her soundly.
As Sam’s lips began making their way across Janet’s jaw line to her ear, the smaller woman managed to pant out, “Sam, please,” as she pleaded with her girlfriend to stop teasing her. Sam nodded against Janet’s flushed skin and trailed a finger ever so lightly down between the doctor’s breasts, across her belly button and dipped into soft, wet folds. Janet let out a loud gasp and clung tightly to Sam’s shoulders as the finger began to work its magic. It wasn’t long before she was crying out in pleasure and digging her nails into the skin of Sam’s arms, knowing it would leave marks, but failing to care.
When the waves began to subside, Janet became aware of bushy head on her shoulder and an arm flung across her middle. She also suddenly noticed how small the couch was for two grown women, but she waited for her love to make a move before mentioning their cramped situation.
Finally, Sam spoke. “Janet?” she whispered softly against clammy skin.
Janet brushed a few stray strands of hair away from her love’s eyes. “Yes, baby?” she replied in her own soft tones.
“Did we just . . . have sex in your office?”
“Mmm-hmm. You don’t remember?”
“Oh, I remember,” Sam said, lifting her head to look into Janet’s eyes. “But it feels like a dream now, as if it didn’t actually happen.”
“Oh, it happened,” Janet replied quickly, flashing her girlfriend a grin. “What’s going on with you?” she asked, this time more serious.
Sam sighed. "Well, it all started when the townspeople suggested we go visit this witch doctor . . ."
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