Awakenings 5

Apologies

by Lewis

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asd/debbie/awakenings05.php
Summary: What happened after Sam woke up in the next room to Janet? What was that first date like?

Sam's POV

I slept fitfully that night. It wasn't that the bed in the guestroom was uncomfortable; it was more that my mind wouldn't rest. I knew that courting Janet was the right way to go, for both of us, and for the people around us. Yet part of me was scared that it would result in disciplinary action for one or both of us; part of me was scared that I was taking it too slowly for Janet and part of me was scared I was taking it too slowly for me. I could face my fears, cope with them, but in the middle of the night all alone they often nagged me and this decision was no exception.

Because of this I wasn't really asleep when my cell phone rang, the duty sergeant at the other end checked I was awake before telling me that I was being recalled to the base because of an emergency involving SG-8. I told him I would be there in 30 minutes and was getting dressed, considering how to tell Janet where I'd gone when her phone rang too. I don't know if she'd been sleeping badly or all those years of medical practice had made her respond quickly, but she answered before the phone rang three times. Hearing her get out of bed, I knocked on her door. "Come in," she shouted. Her smile was wry when she saw that I was fully clothed, "You too, huh, SG-8 emergency?" When I nodded she said "Come on then, we'd better go, maybe we'll have to take a rain check on our date for tonight."

The trip into the SGC was odd. I'd followed Janet into work before, but never just after we'd declared our love for each other and had our first lip-on-lip kiss, and almost certainly never with both of us hoping that we would repeat that kiss with more depth and more passion, in the near future.

When we got in to the SGC we were instantly directed to the briefing room. All of SG-1 and SG-11 were there. Apparently, on a routine survey mission to P3X-879, SG-8 had missed their second contact time. Following SOP the officer of the watch had sent a MALP and then a UAV to try to establish contact or determine what had gone wrong. The UAV revealed that SG-8 were under attack by a small force of Jaffa. They were in an excellent defensive position and unlikely to be overrun but were also efficiently pinned down and unable to extract themselves from the situation. They needed assistance to retreat.

The briefing was quick and simple. SG-1 and 11 would go and attack the Jaffa from the rear. SG-8 would be free and we'd all be home by lunchtime. . If not lunchtime, realistically we'd probably be home by nightfall.

We kitted up and made our way to the gate-room, watching the torus spin and the wormhole stabilize before sending another UAV through to make sure we wouldn't be ambushed as we emerged. The coast was clear so we went through the gate and quickly headed over towards SG-8's position.

The assault and the aftermath were almost dull. OK, with gunfire, staff blasts, grenades and the like going off all round it wasn't completely dull. But, a force of 15 Jaffa taken by surprise, from cover and at a range that was sufficiently long that few of their shots came close to us except by fluke, causing little resistance, now that was dull. SG-8 were pleased to see us, but uninjured; they had seen the ships landing and unloading the troops between them and the Stargate and holed up in good cover waiting for a rescue, which had duly arrived.

So, we really were back by lunchtime. The first time that hope for a plan had ever come true in my experience. Before debriefing I called in to Sickbay to see Janet, my heart missing a beat as I watched her across the room training a new nurse in the procedures for treating zat-gun shocks. When she noticed me she smiled, a glorious smile that lit up her entire face, making her eyes dance with a look that I would normally have thought off as mischievous, but which now looked loving to me.

She told me she'd only be another few minutes and I was welcome to wait for her, so I sat down and watched her working. Actually, I just watched this woman that I loved move around. Her precise and graceful gestures had always been special to me, but now they were fascinating. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. The curve of her breast beneath her white coat as she bent forward was enough to make me squirm on my chair and fantasize about what it would be like without the layers of clothing over it. I could almost sympathize with teenage boys and their crushes on teachers and the like. I'm sure that look of rapt devotion that I remembered seeing on their faces as they looked at my pretty school friends was plastered over my face now.

I tried my hardest to get that look off my face, but I'm not sure how well I succeeded. Every time I thought I was successfully relaxing and waiting for Janet to finish I would find myself drawn into this reverie, this symphony of the woman that I loved in motion, doing her job and driving me mad with desire. I knew I should behave better than this, but now I'd articulated my love and had it returned the walls within me that had stopped me doing this for years had given way, and I felt as if I was making up for lost time with a vengeance.

Although I was watching her every move my ears had given up on me. I could see Janet standing in front of me, see those beautiful lips moving, her tongue flicking behind them, the fingers on her right hand flexing slightly as she reached out to touch me, but I hadn't heard a thing she'd said.

"Are you OK Sam?" That time it broke through.

"Yep, I'm fine, just distracted," I managed to reply. "Coffee?"

"Just what I asked you," she said with a big smile and a nod of her head. I smiled back, unable to control the huge grin that was spreading across my face. I don't think I skipped down the passageways to the refectory, but I am sure it was a major victory for my self-control that was the only reason I didn't. When we sat down for a coffee I made sure we were sat opposite each other on one of the small tables. I didn't want to share this moment with anyone, just keep her for myself. OK, we were in public, and in work, so kissing her was out of the question, and of course I knew what she looked like, how she moved, her facial expressions, but I wanted to drink them in again, and keep them all for me. I think Janet felt the same way, she certainly didn't object in any way as I steered her to a small table.

The conversation was dull and stilted, unusual for us. I know my side of the conversation fell flat because instead of listening to what Janet was saying I was watching her lips, her hands, her eyes, drinking in everything I could. Perhaps I'm not being fair, it's hard to carry a one sided conversation after all, but I suspect from Janet's delayed responses to the few parts of coherent conversation I managed that she was doing much the same to me. It was nice to know that she thought I was worth looking at, I couldn't see it myself, I knew which of us was the prettier and it certainly wasn't me.

The one thing we did manage to agree on was that tonight's date was back on; the mission had been done so quickly that we were both up for a night out. Since I was the one doing the courting I agreed to find somewhere suitable for us to go on our date, and to let Janet know in time to get dressed appropriately. Somewhere nice to eat seemed like a good bet to both of us, and just as we were thinking where we both liked I was paged to come to my debriefing so we parted.

The debriefing was painful for me. The extraction was so quick and so simple that we spent ages double guessing every move, every action on our part as well as the Jaffa's. To add to my emotional torment I was convinced that every moment we spent in there some other lucky couple were stealing the last table in every good restaurant for miles around.

Eventually it was over. The debriefing took as long at the entire mission had taken, but finally I was free. I dashed into my lab, dug out the phone book and started ringing restaurants looking for a good table for two. I got lucky, my first try, Jean-Claude's had just had a cancellation and they were happy to write me in, not batting an eyelid as I booked for Sam Carter and Janet Fraiser, but I guess they thought I was Janet and Sam was my man. Ah well. Then I phoned Janet to let her know the arrangements and agreed that, since we were doing the whole courting thing, I would pick her up from home and take her there. I was going to do this properly, flowers and everything.

I went home, trying all the way to decide what to wear. Both Janet and Cassie had teased me over the years about being 'Dad' so maybe something with trousers would be appropriate, but I wore trousers all the time and wanted to dress up in a skirt or a dress. I wanted it to be special for Janet too, and although we didn't dress up that often she'd seen most of my party clothes. That limited my selection, which was a good thing. I seemed to be having trouble making decisions today. Actually, that's not fair, life and death decisions had been easy, tactical appraisals and the like no problem, but selecting appropriate clothes for tonight, I was just out of practise, and in a quandary because it was Janet I was taking.

Finally I settled on a long black skirt and bright blue silk blouse. It was quite dressy, suitable for dinner at Jean-Claude's, suitable for a date, and sexy enough to make me feel happy without making me feel like I was showing everything and coming over as too predatory. Underwear was the next problem. This was a first date, so I didn't really expect Janet to see it, but we'd known each other for so long it wasn't quite a normal first date so I would take special care. Normally I'd have gone for a lacy red number, it shows up wonderfully against my skin, but wouldn't be so good with Janet's hair. I settled on a black body instead, alluring in a different way if Janet did get to see it, and a nuisance to wear when going to the bathroom, but worth it for Janet.

Janet's POV:

I was standing there, wrapped in a robe after my bath, considering what to wear. I know Sam wanted to court me and let everyone know about us slowly. It was obvious, she wanted to feel her way in. Me? I'd waited for too long already. I hoped I would be able to bring Sam home with me and that we'd end this evening making love, perhaps all night long. If my fantasies came out right I would have another night of tossing and turning, but for much better reasons than last night's.

With seduction firmly in mind I dressed appropriately:

A push-up bra, not that I really needed it, but every extra helps when trying to seduce people;

Matching panties, that was easy to decide;

Matching garter-belt and stockings, this was kind of fun;

A scallop-topped dress, quite long, but with a slit up the side, in green. It left plenty of the top of my breasts exposed, but then that was what I wanted. The slit showed my legs, not my best feature, they are just too short, but with heels and all the work I do standing up they weren't too shabby.

Having got dressed I stopped to look at myself in the mirror. If Cassandra tried to go out like this on a first date I'd send her back to get changed. I didn't exactly look like I was showing everything, but I was certainly dressed provocatively. Still, Sam had seen more of me than this in the locker room, she wouldn't faint, but hopefully she would lose the power of speech again. That was sweet to see, even if I 'd been struck speechless too, unable to tease her about it.

Ready at last I went downstairs. Cassie heard me coming and looked up the stairs at me. I was ready for some teasing, she knew as well as I did that I'd sent her back to change when she was much more modestly dressed than this before, but to my surprise she just smiled at me.

"You look beautiful, mom" she said.

"Why thank you, sweetie" I replied. "Is Sam here yet?"

"No. Why don't you go and wait in the kitchen – I assume you're going to follow some of your advice to me and keep your date waiting for a minute or two?"

Finally a bit of teasing. That reassured me.

Sam's POV

As I drove up to Janet's house I took several deep breaths, steadying my nerves. Although I had a key I was determined to do this properly, so I knocked on the door. Cassie answered it, looked me up and down and smiled.

"You look beautiful too," she said. "Can you wait just a moment, mom's not ready yet?"

"Of course I'll wait. I'd have been disappointed if she hadn't made me." I remembered the discussion with Cassie too. It was kind of weird knowing Janet's advice on dating and now being on the receiving end of it. Cassie and I went and sat down, chatting easily about her schoolwork and the upcoming science fair. It's a shame she can't do something about wormhole physics, genetic engineering of adult germ plasma, or even psychokinesis, but I'm sure between us we'll find a good project for her. I didn't quite relax into the conversation fully, recognizing another of Janet's games, this time being expertly played out on me by our daughter, so when there was a sound of movement from the kitchen I was ready, springing to my feet and turning around to greet Janet.

Rational thought fled. Janet looked beautiful in anything, even in dirty clothes for doing the housework, but dressed up like this, she was awesome. It's a good job SG teams get special forces combat training, I would be fighting people off left, right and center at this rate. Finally, I found my voice.

"Janet. You look beautiful."

"You too Sam," she replied with a husky voice. "Are you and Cassie done chatting? Shall we go?"

I turned to look at Cassie and raised my eyebrow in a mixture of amusement and inquiry.

"Go, go, you know all the tricks she's trying anyway," Cassie smirked in return.

I turned and offered my arm to Janet, trying not to laugh as she blushed. I don't think she'd realized just how on autopilot she was about this date, just how she was acting in exactly the same way as she told Cassie to act. At least we all knew she practised what she preached. I relaxed a bit at this. I know I want to make love to Janet, and I'm pretty sure she wants to make love to me too, but part of Janet's rules of dating are good-bye kisses on the doorstep after a good first date, nothing more. We were both reading from the same playbook by the look of it, which was good for me.

The dinner passed in a blur. The food was excellent, and we actually both managed conversation pretty continuously except when we were actually eating. I don't actually remember what we ate, or what we said. Just being there, enjoying watching Janet talk, eat, enthuse and flirt with me was as much as I can recall, it was wonderful. The feeling that I was the lucky person getting the same attention returned to me, that she was enjoying watching me, enjoying my flirtatious replies just heightened the whole feeling. The other thing I remember was that the staff at Jean-Claude's were totally calm when 'Sam' and 'Janet' turned out to be two women dressed to kill and holding hands. They might have been flustered when I helped Janet into her seat, playing Dad again, but if they were they managed to conceal it well before I went round and was helped into my chair by the waiter. Although we caused a bit of a stir, well Janet did. Who could resist that beauty as she walked past? Moving through the restaurant, the calm acceptance from the staff helped make us feel comfortable and we ignored anyone who wanted to stare at us, not from any sense of blocking them out, we just didn't notice anyone else.

"What time did you arrange with Cassie for me getting you home?" I asked as we left the restaurant. Janet didn't reply, shooting me a mock angry look that I was still teasing her about her rules for dating.

"I didn't actually. I told her that since we both already knew you and trusted you, and neither of us has work tomorrow we would make our way home in our own time. Why, what wicked designs do you have on me?" Janet replied mildly, belying the look in her eyes. We were walking down a quiet alley on the way back to the car.

"Well, I thought I'd take you to lover's lane and we could make out in the car." I started. Janet snorted. "No? Oh well, actually I thought we could go for a drive up into the mountains and chat up there. I know the rules for first dates, so I won't invite you back to mine, nor expect to come in with you tonight, and I'm enjoying myself too much to finish my time with you just yet."

"Sam, I... I think that rule for first dates, the one about not coming in doesn't apply to you. You're part of the family already, and the coffee is good and the seats comfortable at home. Take me home and come in with me. Please?'

"Are you sure? I don't want to push your rules, you know."

"Yes, I'm sure. Now shut up and kiss me before I change my mind."

I was only too happy to oblige. I might not have been going to take her to lover's lane, but I did have a beautiful and secluded lookout point in mind that was too far from town for most of the teenagers to use, otherwise it would have been ideal.

I bent down, pressing my lips against Janet's as she stood in the circle of my arms with her face lifted to mine. Our lips met and it felt like electricity spread from that contact throughout my body. I could feel my nipples tighten, just from this close-mouthed kiss and I started to feel a moan building inside. Just as I thought the moan would escape I was stunned to feel Janet's lips open under mine. Her arms moved, one sliding down, pulling me in tight, the other sliding up to my neck holding my head to her. The moan that was threatening to escape did so as I open my mouth in reply, letting Janet's tongue invade my mouth and explore. With my longer arms and height advantage I slid one hand down, and pulled her tight to me too, the other arm I wrapped around her chest and used my fingers to brush the side of her breast causing her to moan into my mouth.

I don't know how long we kissed, exploring each other's mouths as if they were the source of life itself. Our hands roamed too, stimulating breasts and nipples through clothes, tenderly stroking hips, holding buttocks, tickling up spines, fondling ears, scratching the back of each other's necks. All I know is that pearl divers had nothing on us, it must have been fifteen minutes before we came up for air, and even then our hands continued roaming, before we dived back in to kissing each other. Our lips roaming more widely now, kissing ears, nipping necks, kissing exposed shoulders, grabbing and sucking fingers as they moved near us. I know if we'd been in trousers, good intentions or not I would have been pressing my thigh up between Janet's legs, stimulating her pussy directly, but with both of us in skirts this wasn't possible. Then I remembered the slit in Janet's skirt, or perhaps my roving hand finally made sense of what it was feeling. At the same time I felt a tugging at the bottom of my blouse. I moved slightly, allowing Janet better access to the blouse and myself better access through the slit to her thighs. I don't know if it was deliberate or accidental but Janet moved at the same moment, and her movements brought her hips into direct contact with the top of my thighs, pressing against me through our clothes. I moaned again, the stimulation was incredibly intense, physically and emotionally. As my fingers slid up the straps on Janet's suspenders, stroking her thighs and hips she moaned too, twisting her hips to seek my fingers with her mound, and then grinding her hips into my mound as well.

I could feel my orgasm building, an incessant wonderful pressure, and I guessed from the short thrusting motions against my finger that Janet was in the same situation as me. I didn't know if we would be able to stay standing, and although our clothes would be ruined in that instant I didn't care. I used my fingers to drive Janet closer and closer to her climax, the stimulation of her hips against my pussy bringing me ever closer too. I swung her head round and captured her lips in mine, my tongue darting out, exploring her mouth, wrestling with her tongue as we tried without words to communicate how much we loved and desired each other. Simultaneously, with another round of moans, our orgasms swept over us. We clung to each other, supporting each other, stopping us falling to the ground as the twitches of our orgasms spread through our bodies. The spasms in one evoking a response in the other, continuing the orgasm, and making it the longest I've ever felt.

Suddenly, I came to my senses and I was ashamed. Lover's lane would have been decorous by comparison. I know we were both fully dressed, and we were down an alley, but anyone could have walked by and been entertained by a free floorshow. This was meant to be a first date, part of the courting process, ending with a not so chaste kiss on the doorstep. OK, I might have planned to angle for a second date tomorrow and pushed the boundaries then, but not on a first date. Part of me knew the rules for dating were silly, designed to protect impressionable teens from their hormones, and neither of us was a teen any longer, but part of me felt that I had besmirched my honor, behaved abominably. I knew Janet wouldn't feel I had taken advantage of her, she'd wanted this as much as I had, but it was against her rules too, how could she respect me for this, how could she love me if she couldn't respect me or trust me? I felt sick. Yesterday, everything had been wonderful; we'd admitted we loved each other for the first time and the future looked rosy. Now, because I couldn't control myself, couldn't behave as well as I would expect a 15-year-old boy to behave, that future lay shattered.

I pulled myself upright, tears starting to form in my eyes. As I started to stutter out an apology Janet must have realized what I was going to say. When I began to mutter, 'I'm sor...' she stopped me in the best way possible, she kissed me again. Despite the recent orgasm my body and my emotions still responded incredibly strongly to her, even as my brain started to shut down again, and before long she had my undivided attention.

"Sam," she said, staring deeply into my eyes. "I know this isn't right for a first date. But my dreams of this date involved me taking you home and seducing you, which isn't part of the normal rules for a first date either. I didn't dream that we would end up making love like this, but I want to take you home, undress you and do it again. I hope you want to come in and undress me too then we can spend the night together. The only other person in my household that might use this to try and bend the rules when she is out dating is Cassandra. We can cope with our daughter when we need to. Anyway, since she's been trying for a while to set us up she's not going to complain now that we've acted on our love. What do you say? No more apologies, let's go home and make love and see where we go from here? Yes? "

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