Twas The Night Before Christmas

by Elizabeth Carter

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/ase/ecarter/christmas.php
Summary: Just our ladies speding time together the night before Christmass

"My beloved Janet." Sam wrapped her arm around Janet's waist, her lips finding that delectable spot behind her lover's right ear. "Humm...I've missed you." She continued nuzzling the smaller woman's neck, placing very small kisses along the ivory skin. Strong long fingered hands tightened around Janet's back, yet gingerly kneading the flesh hidden beneath the silk shirt.

Janet reached up onto her tiptoes, meeting soft satin lips. She felt Sam gently lower her back to earth, so she didn't have to stretch, and bent a little further down. Hungrily their tongues dueled for domination, as their mouths pressed together devouring one another.

For three weeks Sam was off world, now back she wanted to spend every moment of her down time with Janet. Touching her, loving her, listing to her sweet voice as the chattered over everything and nothing. Sam was hungry for Janet, for her company, for her love, just for her. Sam had missed her lover with great desperation. Tonight all Sam had wanted to do was to monopolize her tiny lover's time, worship and adore that little body. But Janet had wanted to go to Graystokes. How could Sam deny her anything?

If Janet wanted to go to their bar then they were going to go to Graystokes. However they were going to go Sam's way. It was unseasonably warm for December; in fact it was fifty-four degrees out. Warm enough...

Her tricked out and souped up 110 cubic inch Harley-Davidson Electraglide Standard thundered thru the now calming traffic of the evening. As the two lovers soared up the street, the entire goings on of the day just seemed to dissipate into nothingness. That was one of the things she loved about riding a bike. No matter how bad of a day you had or what you were going thru; as soon as you were on the motorcycle with the wind in your hair, all of it fades away. It all goes away. Nothing else existed except you, and the iron steed roaring beneath your legs as you roar down the asphalt. Nothing else even came close. Today had been one of those days too.

As they neared the bar Sam, turned slightly; "Love...hang on very tight."

"What are you going to do?"

"You trust me, Baby girl?"

"Always."

Janet never believed it possible not to trust her beloved. She did as Sam had asked her and hung on very tight around the muscular waist. Sam wrenched open the throttle while simultaneously downshifting and letting out the clutch. The 900 plus pound motorcycle's front wheel reared off the ground, exhaust pipes bellowing loudly as she roared a pass by their favorite bar. They received a chorus of ow babies and wahoo's from some of the ladies outside, which were regular patrons of the establishment. The engine roared as Sam sped around the corner and decelerated down the alley. Janet's chestnut hair settled around her shoulders as Sam shifted into neutral and turned off the ignition.

As they dismounted the bike, a couple of the women came running up to greet her with hugs and how are yous. The duo hugged each of them, friends. The two placed their helmets into the saddlebag of Sam's motorcycle and walked inside with Janet.

"Ladies, the next round is on us." Sam decreed, for it had been a while since she and Janet had time off together to indulge in a night out.

~~~

Sam was losing miserably at pool, thanks to Janet. She was a vision to behold tonight. She was dressed for seduction with out being blatantly obvious. Tight jeans that would make a woman cry, a very form-fitting long-sleeved blouse with ruffled cuffs and a low cut neck. As if that wasn't bad enough, it was made of blue silk. Sam had no doubt as to why she was losing. She knew exactly why. Janet was a force of sensuality to be reckoned with. She knew she had a power over Sam, and reveled in it. Janet loved nothing more than to tempt and tease the athletically muscled body of Sam.

"Your shot Sam" she called across the table. The golden maned Captain slid to the other side of the table lining up a perfect bank shot. She knew the easily made shot was doomed as Janet leaned over in front of the line of fire, her breasts pressing against the silky fabric. "Are you going for the bank shot?" she added, with that voice disguised in mock innocence.

Sam's concentration was gone. Needless to say she missed the shot. Dammit. She always did that. She sighed. "Janet, its your shot" Sam voice came in a low, soft tone. She saw the woman's blue eyes flash as she walked over to her pulling back the long sleeves of her blouse. She ran her long, delicate fingers down Sam's arm and across her own fingers as she took the pool cue.

She took a sip of her beer and examined the table. She really had no shot to make. Everything was blocked. 'Story of my life she thought. Hmmn. I'm going to make this worth not having a shot' she thought to herself. Janet looked over at Sam....who was studying the pool table, lost in thought. Obviously she must be lining up her next three shots...mused Janet. Suddenly she was hit by a wonderfully sinful idea. She walked around the table in her prey's line of sight. As Sam looked up and caught her gaze, her own blue eyes locked with the other woman's own. In her minds eye she fantasized briefly about what it was like to kiss her...causing her eyes to absolutely smolder with desire. Sam shifted under the gaze, but tried desperately to concentrate on the pool table.... The small doctor slowly pushed her long flowing hair over her shoulder as she leaned a bit too far over to line up her shot. Her porcelain skin contrasted sharply with the midnight blue silken fabric, as she shot another smoky look at Sam, biting her lip. Janet smiled as she watched Sam's concentration shatter into a thousand fragments like breaking glass...

Sam's thoughts came to a grinding halt as she caught the sultry sight of Janet as she leaned into her shot her eyes burning on the young woman's own. The woman with hair of ember-cinnamon broke the look and took her shot. The Captain's mind shot into first gear, blinking the previous vision of loveliness out of her mind. As the jammed cogs in her mind started to turn it dawned on her as she had a flash of the ball position on the pool table in her mind. A twinkle was borne in her eye, putting two and two together. Janet didn't have a shot. Therefore, if she distracts Sam, she won't make a shot. Crafty. How did that saying go? Turn about was fair play.

Janet had once told her that she loved her eyes. "Your eyes... it's like they have a voice of their own." Her voice got small and quiet. "They say things, when you talk...and they speak volumes when you're silent..."

'Lets us see if my eyes do speak volumes...when I don't'. Observing the pool table she grinned broadly. She had 3 shots at her disposal. Should her little plan work, she'd fix Janet's little red wagon. The tall blonde mentally mapped out her shots like geometry puzzle. Sam had been teased, tempted and tormented by the scorchingly seductive Janet for the past three hours. She leaned over and sighted her first shot down the barrel of the pool stick. As if taking a cue off of a card, Janet nonchalantly walked over in Sam's line of vision. As the chestnut haired temptress stood before her, she allowed for all the days of ache and desire swirl together in a smoky twister. It condensed into a blindly spinning rose-colored orb within her being. As she brought her gaze up to Janet, she breathed out her name.

"Janet." The name came out of Sam in a low smoldering tone, causing Janet's heart to quicken and her eyes to grow wide. She caught the gaze of the momentary hunter, and about lost the breath from her lungs. It almost felt that Sam was diving into her soul thru her sapphire eyes.

Sam imagined the rosy orb of passion spinning within her bursting into a warm, gaseous and smoky cloud funneling itself into the already slightly taken aback Janet. In her mind's eye, as soon as all the mass had transferred, she returned her attention to the pool table. Sam made two of her shots before finally missing on the blue two ball. Her eyes flashed a grin as she saw that Janet was looking at her in shock.

Janet was stunned as shed seen in Sam's eyes the passion and desire denied. She'd have sworn to god, if she didn't know better that she'd felt that same burning passionate fury swirl about her soul for a moment. As fast as it came, it went, leaving her with a momentary vacant stare at her lover, stumbling a step and steadying herself on the pool table. And to her dismay, when her chocolate orbs did manage to focus, Sam had all but cleared the table. Janet's heart was pounding in her chest, now she was the tormented one. Oh my god, she thought, I so need a drink.

Sam smiled as she saw the blank stare and then the eyes focus to find Sam almost winning. Ha! The younger woman smile turned to a beaming grin. A taste of your own medicine my lovely doctor. She hadn't expected quite that much of a reaction. But hey, some people are better at reading the eyes than others. Janet apparently was one of the ones who must be quite good at it. She watched as her beloved walked away, up to the bar. Sam went back to the game at hand. 'Lets see, wherever the cue did end up on Janet's next shot, I myself will likely have a shot and be setup for the 8 ball, thus totally fixing her little red wagon. Hell after my last small victory, I've friggin rotate the tires on that little red wagon too', she laughed to herself. Instinctively she looked around the bar for her lover, should the tiny woman have 'heard' her thoughts. She found Janet by the bar that was deserted, aside from Annette the bartender who just went into the back.

Sam, taking a healthy sip of her beer set it down on the windowsill, and crouched eye level with the pool table. Should she make it to the eight ball and she was pretty sure she would; she should be able to just breathe on it with the cue ball and it should be just enough momentum to go in the side pocket. She mused to herself 'well theoretically it should work.'

Janet came back with a glass of cadillac rum and coke, after her encounter with Sam's eyes smoldering as they were, it was all she could do not to pounce on her lover and make love to her on that purple velvet of the pool table. Pouty lips curled into a smile as she approached her tall blonde lover from behind.

Janet paused as she ran her soft, gentle hands up Sam's arms and across her chest. The young Captain could feel her studying every muscle with her hands. She turned around and gave the slightly smaller woman a huge encompassing body hug. Sam heard a slight gasping sigh escape Janet "You feel incredible," she breathed into the golden haired woman's ear, her voice like crushed velvet. She felt Sam trembling in her arms. "My shot?" Janet moved stealthfully around the table to set her glass down next to Sam's beer bottle, just after taking a large swig nearly draining it.

"Um yeah..." Sam mouthed. Apparently that little red wagon had a complete overhaul by its owner. Now how in the hell had she lost control? She looked into dark brown eyes. Oh yeah...that was why. Janet played the seductress well. Far too well. The last thing on Sam's mind was her premeditated thought of the eight ball.

Janet knew Sam was watching her intently; she had been toying with her lover's self control since she had returned early that day. She wetted her lips with the just the tip of her tongue knowing she drove Sam up the proverbial wall. Not looking up from the table, Janet leaned just enough to allow Sam yet another glimpse of her cleavage and heard a most satisfactory intake of breath. Janet had never played fair when it came to pool, Sam could beat her hands down any day with her manipulation of and through understanding of geometry. So Janet used Sam's weakness against her. Her own libidinous thoughts when it came to the smaller woman.

Janet smiled just so, knowing she had won the game this night, and it had nothing to do with pool. It was Christmas Eve, and for the next few days SG1 had been granted down time. Janet had every intention in seducing her willing lover, the entire time. This was their first Christmas together; it was something of a milestone.

Janet took her shot; the striped yellow bounced into the pocket and back out, she had hit it too hard. Sam was smiling as if she had suddenly become a feline and ate a canary. Janet moved guilelessly around the table allowing her lover to take the hit on the eight ball. "The table's yours love." Janet whispered, dropping her voice a smoky octave.

Sam took her beer and downed the rest of it, trying to regain some measure of control over herself. Swallowing hard, she moved to the table, knowing that she could easy put the black ball home. Janet moved to the pocket Sam had indicated she would put the ball in, and leaned just a little.

The eight ball went home, as did the que ball. The blonde's mouth was a gape. She had scratched! How the hell did she scratch? She couldn't believe it; she knew that she had just hit the eight ball soft enough for it to go in, but to put in that damn white ball too? That was not in the parameters of her theory.

"Umm...guess I win by default." Janet said slowly standing to her full five foot one height.

Sam pouted. She had lost? Like that! Her blue eyes so filled with a confused expression Janet thought it absolutely adorable. "Guess so." Sam blinked still baffled how she could have lost so miserably.

Janet slipped up to her lover, placing both arms around the statuesque blonde, drawing the distracted lips to her mouth. She leaned close to her soul mate as her hand soothingly caressed Sam's face. "I can make it up to you, lover." She lifted her head up and gazed into Sam's eyes for a few seconds before the blonde leaned down, her breath softly tickling Janet's throat.

Small chestnut craned her neck to the side, allowing Sam room to work. The blonde traced Janet's jugular with the tip of her tongue, feeling the quick pulse of her heart before encountering the barrier of Janet's silk blouse. She continued downward over the soft blue material. Her heart was pounding. She was now repentant she had spent so long teasing the blonde... it was payback time. Sam could play dirty. Her lips brushed lightly across Janet's before she began to kiss her lover with all of her pent up passion, pouring everything into that kiss. Her tongue begging entrance, moaning Janet's name when she opened her mouth to her. She teasingly ran her tongue along the velvet softness of Janet's, enticing it back into her own mouth. She kissed Janet until she had to pull back for air.

"Love...I think we should go home...Annette wont like it if we start disrobing one another and ravish each other, even if the bar is nearly deserted." Janet murmured, regaining her composure. "I just hope you can navigate that machine of yours safely home."

"Of course..."

"Hey ladies, Merry Christmas." Stacey said as she came up to them. Sam moved ever so slightly from in front of her beloved to take a possessive hold behind her.

"Merry Christmas Stace." Sam smiled; her hand increased the pressure of her hold around Janet's waist.

"Happy Christmas." Janet nodded. "You having a good holiday?"

"Yeah," the tall brunette commented "Lynn and I just stopped in for a drink, then taking off to be with Michelle and Deanna. You two are welcome to join us for Christmas dinner tomorrow. Might, be fun six of us together. I know it's your first together, but you're more then welcome, if you don't already have plans."

"Thanks." It was Janet that answered. "Let us think about it."

The mechanic nodded. Then looked up to see her girlfriend bound in from outside. Lynn was actually shorter then Janet standing four foot nine, and a little thinner with an almost boyish frame; she had thick blonde hair that was cropped very short, large blue eyes and a forever-mischievous smirk. She was a jockey, one of few female riders. She seemed to have endless energy and was a quick as the mounts she road in the races. To Sam, she was reminded of a small house cat before the mouse hole waiting for the rodent to peek out and then she was on the kill. Pent up energy waiting for the gate to open to be set free. It was almost odd to see her ex with one such as the tiny blonde. Lynn wasn't fem, but she wasn't exactly butch either, and Stacey had always gone for the more butchy girls. But she was happy that Stacey had finally found someone. And Lynn was very easy to like.

"Hey girls." That smirk turned into a full warm smile as she hugged each air force officer in turn, each had tenderly returned the hug. Sam always felt that she would break the fine boned woman, whenever she embraced her. Lynn was so much smaller then Janet and seemingly as frail as spun glass. Though the jockey had proven more on one occasion she was exceptionally sturdy as anyone in the military. She took a step back, the smirk had returned. "I have something for you two...a stocking stuffer." Bright blue eyes shown with the mischievousness of a faery. Sam narrowed her blue eyes not for what Lynn was doing but for some reason the smaller blonde reminded her someone, though the taller blonde could not recall whom. Lynn took out of her leather jacket a disposable camera from Fuji. "You know how this works flygirl and doc. You have to smile."

Sam held Janet close to her and smiled brightly. The flash clicked and Lynn handed the camera to Janet. "The rest are for you to take on Christmas when you open your presents." She winked. "Its my experience most people forget to take out the camera. So I had to remedy that. I gave one to Annette and Stephanie and Michelle and Deanna." She shrugged "Stocking stuffers."

"That so sweety." Janet hugged the smaller woman, feeling, as Sam must when she hugged her. Lynn was so tiny compared to herself. The doctor in her knew that Lynn suffered from anemia, but it was a hazarded that came with riding Arabians and Thoroughbreds. Jockeys were worse then supper models when it came to diets.

"You're welcome." Lynn smiled kissing Janet on the cheek then Sam. "Hey! Before I forget." She withdrew an envelope from with in her pocket. "I don't know if you guys can make it, but I have box seats for you for the..." She suddenly stood in a Peter-Pan stance, balled hands upon her hips her feet shoulder width apart. That was it! Sam thought that was who Lynn reminded her of Peter-Pan! Hell the blonde had the same unruly haircut as the Pan.

Janet reached out for the extended gift. "Box seats?"

"For the derby...Sequoia and I made it to the Triple Crown!"

"Congratulations!" Both Janet and Sam chorused.

Stacey put her hand around her lover's shoulders. "My baby is quite the athlete. I'm so proud of her." She kissed the tiny blonde's lips that hinted more when in a more private surroundings. "She's one hell of a rider."

Sam smiled, catching the pun. Obvious the tiny blonde did to fir her face flushed bright red. "Lynn that's great news." The taller woman tired to levitate the poor woman's' embarrassment. "I've seen you in a race before, you're one hell of a jockey."

"Thanks. So if you two can make it...you've got some of the best seats, they even serve champagne there and caviar...if you like fish eggs." The tiny jockey made a face of distaste. "Its kind of dressy affair up there. Your seats are by the owner's box."

Janet nodded. "If we can we'll be there. Hell all expenses paid to see the Triple Crown...sounds like a lot of fun. Thank you for the tickets"

"Merry Christmas." The tiny blonde smiled. "Come on Stace, you promised me a dance." She pulled the tall brunette to the hard wooden floor. Sam did a triple take. When they had been dating Stacey never wanted to dance with her, in fact the mechanic was absolutely adamant that she would not set foot upon the floor. She had refused Sam's request so often it became a futile to even think of dancing with her. The tall blonde had not admitted it, but it at the time stung. Hell it kinda stung now that Stacey was more then willing to dance with Lynn when Sam couldn't even get out onto the floor.

"They make a good if not odd couple." Janet commented her eyes following the two as they went to the dance floor. "Lynn is so full of life, I think Stacey needed that kind of change in her life."

Sam looked down to her beloved, and all thoughts of her ex swiftly departed. Lynn could have all the dances she wanted with Stacey. Janet was all she ever needed. Janet was her heart her everything. Her arms went tightly around the smaller woman's waist.

"I believe you're early attempts of seducing me, had hinted at other promises..." Sam kissed Janet's beautiful neck. "I think I want to open one of my presents early."

"Is that so?"

"Humm." Sam continued to kiss a line down the column of ivory skin.

"Oh I think that can be arranged."

Sam

The black and teal motorcycle wove fluidly in and out of the last minute shopping rush hour traffic with ease. Like a shark nimbly navigating a corral reef, bike and riders moved as one between cars and lanes. Rounding the second to the last corner of a predetermined route, the motorcycle roared thru the Colorado Springs streets. Approaching the stop light ahead the rider guides her large steed between the cars, splitting lanes. Five more blocks and they were home free. Suddenly without warning the lights of the city blinked twice then were no more.

The riders see the moving van stirring precariously towards a larger car. Swerving because the sudden patch of black ice. Thinking the vehicle is attempting to merge into that lane, Sam quickly pulls in the clutch and downshifts the iron horse. The engine roars with thunder as the bike decelerates. The moving van neither stops nor slows in its path, crowding the already narrow gap between lanes. The engine roars with thunder as the bike decelerates. The moving van neither stops nor slows in its path, crowding the already narrow gap between lanes.

Unnerved, the biker coming ever closer to the rear of the moving van pulls in the clutch and wicks rearward the throttle of the motorcycle. The pipes howl as the riders clothing wipes in the wind

"Sam He's not going to stop..."

"Shit he's skidding on the ice!"

Sam and Janet's eyes widen and an adrenaline surge as a split second decision is made. Her heart pounds in her chest.... Sam suddenly disengages the clutch; the rear tire grips the asphalt forcefully, causing the front wheel of the bike to rise off the ground.

Squeezing between the van and the town car. Drivers of both vehicles become startled by the narrowly averted accident. Instinctively the trucker slams on his brakes. His tires squeal in protest as the van comes to a halt safely in an abandoned parking lot of a 7-11. The Lincoln like the Harley continue it trek. Hearts of all four pounding hard as silent prayers were offered up for the safe outcome. At least no one was hurt. The city was still dark from the sudden power outage, and no doubt elsewhere similar accidents or near accidents would occur. Sam just wanted to get her lover home safe and sound and in one piece. If they had been in her Mustang, the accident would have been worse, there would have been no way to escape as she had with the bike.

A few blocks latter, and Sam pulled into the drive of her house, for it was closer to the base then Janet's new home. Janet's embrace was still breath stealing strong, but not once had she thought to mistrust her beloved's skill on the bike. Her body molded perfectly with Sam's in so much that Sam felt at times she was alone on the bike, Janet road 'bitch' with exceptional skill.

The tall blonde cut the engine and threw the kickstand down. "Janet, honey let go."

Janet didn't move, for a moment her entire body was pressed into Sam's long back. "Baby-girl, please let go, we're home."

The doctor let go reluctantly and moved off the bike, so that Sam could. AS soon as the blonde had disengaged her body from her iron steed, Janet threw her arms around the woman she loved, hugging her tight. And for a moment they stood like that simply holding one another. Blessing providence they weren't road-pizza and that the other two drivers would go home to their families shaken but unharmed. Perhaps this was not a traditional Christmas miracle but neither woman would contest that divine interference had worked this night with saving grace.

The city was still dark as pitch, when Sam allowed some distance to become between her and Janet. Her blue eyes looked up to the heavens and felt her breath catch. Plums of mist escaped her lips as the cool air hit. "Lover, look up..."

"Janet titled her head up to see the Milky Way in all of its radiance. With the light pollution even minimal as it was where Sam lived, view the stars was a real trick. Tonight however with the entire town of Colorado Springs in a black out the entire heaves could bevies in a blaze of glory.

"Oh my god..." She smiled.

"I've got an idea." Sam almost like a child gleamed in delight. Taking her lovers hand she dodged into the garage. "Lover...go into the hall closet and in the cedar chest you'll find two thermal artic sleeping bags. Would you please get them?"

"Sammy?" Janet only called her the pet name when they were in complete privacy. It was a name as a child Sam hated, but upon her lover's lips it was a sweet sound to her ears. For the most part Janet only uttered it when they made love.

"Please?"

Janet no matter how hard she tried could not say no to those wonderful blue eyes.

The smaller woman went into the house via the door connecting the house proper and the garage. Sam in the meantime lifted the extension ladder from the hooks holding it to the wall of the bay and carried the mettle contraption outside to the back. She then returned and took from a shelf a large box that contained an air mattress. She planed to take Janet camping in the mountains when it became summer and the airbed would be idea for camping comfort. As a member of SG1 Sam was accustomed to roughing it while camping, however while off duty she could splurge and sleep on a bed of air nuzzling her lover.

The object of her heart walked around the back just as Sam was hoisting the ladder to the flat part of her roof in the back. Janet remained silent watching her tall blonde lover mount the ladder and scale it quickly. She saw something blue puff up and Sam leaned over the edge of the roof with a delightful smirk. Quickly the younger woman came back down to earth and took one of the thick thermal sleeping bags from her love's arms.

"Go ahead, I'll follow right behind you." She encouraged after placing a warm delicate kiss on Janet's succulent lips. Janet knew Sam had some sort of surprise in mind so she kept her curiosity at bay, answers would come soon enough. Once she was up Sam was right on her tail.

The blonde took the protective sleeve off her sleeping bag and unzipped it then laid the thick blanket down upon the air mattress. Placing another kiss on her lover's sweet lips, Sam did the same with the second bag, and then quickly zipped then together. Without further word she moved to Janet's side and took the smaller woman's hand into her own. She brought the delicate hand to her lips and gently kissed each digit, before she pressed a hungry mouth to Janet's. But before the amorous doctor could fully respond, the blonde led her love to the airbed and gingerly lowered her to its surface. With the same delicate care she removed Janet's shoes, making sure she placed each leg on the bed as not to get wet by the traces of snow upon the roof.

"Crawl under the blankets my love before you freeze that desirably tooshy of yours off."

"Sam...you're a hopeless romantic anyone ever tell you that?"

"Shh, don't let the secrete out. I have to maintain some of my bravado." She smirked, and then crawled under the tick down coverings. She had no worries about the sleeping bags as they were designed for artic exploration. Add this to the fact two very warm bodies pressed together; there was more then enough heat to keep them from hypothermia.

Snuggled together, the duo looked into the night sky, enjoying the celestial wonder. "Its no wonder you love the stars so much Sammy." Janet murmured her breath hot against Sam's neck.

"My love for them is second only to my love for you baby-girl." Sam closed her azure eyes for a moment savoring the touch of her lover.

"I've always liked that." Janet admitted quietly.

"What?"

"That you call me baby-girl." Dark chocolate eyes bore depths of her love into Sam's soul. "Its not something anyone would think for you to say, I think that's why I like it. It isn't a sentiment that you would have said to anyone else. 'Baby-girl' is mine and mine alone."

"Yes it is." The blonde smiled, as she thought of it. No she never called anyone else in her past that particular pet name. Yes she had used 'Love,' Lover...Hon... even Sweety' but anything more then that she was uncomfortable with. But not with Janet. Her beloved...her baby-girl made it easy to say something like that with out self-conciseness getting in the way. The blonde nuzzled the pulse point of her lover's neck softly breathing the words. "DO you know what constellation that is?"

Janet looked to where Sam was pointing. Her brow scrunched for a moment as she tried to jump-start that area of her brain. At the moment the last thing on her mind was the heavens, though it should have been since she felt she was there already within Sam's embrace. She continued to think, then said. "Gemini?"

"Humm." Sam continued to kiss her neck. "You know for someone dating an astrophysicist you know little about the stars." Sam deepened the kiss. Before Janet could become defensive about her knowledge of the firmaments, Sam added. "You were close lover. But you mispronounced the name."

"Huh?"

"Not Gemini..." Janet felt Sam's lips curl into a smile. "It's true pronunciation has been missed by scores of thousands over the years." She said it with such genuineness that for a moment that Janet thought she was serious. Maybe it was something like Uranus, apparently everyone mispronounced that too.

"So how do you say its name?"

"Jan-an-I." Sam said.

"Jan-an-I?" Janet sat up with a complete puzzlement on her face...well that didn't make since...then she blinked. Her lips pulled black into a glorious love filled laugh as she fell back down upon the arms of her lover. "Jan-an-I..." She repeated, drawing Sam's arm over her body, intermingling their fingers. "Then I guess it isn't' two brothers..."

"Nope." Sam uttered. "See..." she pointed with her free hand. "Its actually two lovers. Two women holding one another in an eternal beautiful act of love."

"Act of love?"

"Humm."

"Show me, how they love."

"With pleasure." Sam moved her hand trailing down the tantalizing body of her petite lover. "Merry Christmas Baby-girl."