The Challenge

by John O'Connor

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asj/john/challenge.php
Summary: Something is wrong between Sam and Janet and their friends decide to correct it
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Note: Response to Shatterpath's challenge to use 15 specific words or phrases in a story. List:

1: drip

2: freaky

3: hooked up

4: duck walk

5: fake

6: dude

7: your socks are on fire

8: you never struck me as a trekkie.

9: Canadian

10: riverfront

11: it's raining

12: gondolier

13: big screen

14: coffee grounds

15: the cat's in the oven

The slow, steady drip was starting to grate on her nerves. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Steady, constant, irritating.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

Gatekeeper jumped onto the counter and Janet let out a little 'eep' in surprise.

"Hey, Mom?" said a voice behind her. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah. Sorry. I was watching the drip in the sink and kinda got lost in thought," Janet Fraiser explained. "Then your damned cat jumps up and scares the cra... Well, Gate startled me."

"You aren't going all freaky on me, are you?" Cassandra asked as she picked up Gatekeeper, her cat.

Cassandra and Sam had persuaded Janet to adopt the grey kitten shortly after Cassandra had given her dog Boomer to her seriously ill best friend as the girl and her family relocated. Cassie knew her mom loved the solid grey cat but would never admit it. Not after a lifetime of dogs for pets.

Janet smiled at her daughter. "No. No freakiness here. But I think I can understand why the Chinese water torture was so effective."

"Chinese water torture? What's that?"

Janet turned a straight face to Cassandra, "It's a way for single parents to punish disobedient children without leaving marks..."

"Hey, I did the laundry," Cassie protested. "And the dishes. And I cleaned Gatekeeper's litter box."

"What about mowing the lawn?"

"It rained last night. The grass is still wet. You wanna get Sam over here to fix the mower when it gums up again?"

A painful look crossed Janet's face quickly. "No. I think the grass can wait."

"Mom? What happened with you and Sam? I only see her once in a while and she's never over here."

"It's complicated, sweetie."

"Yeah, that's what you always say." Cassie thought for a moment then suggested, "You know, I bet Sam could fix that drip in a second. And the stove."

Both eyed the oven door, hooked up to keep it closed.

"No, there's no need to disturb her. I'll just call a plumber..."

Cassie shook her head and did her duck walk into the living room, leaving Janet alone with her thoughts.

'Mom must be upset. She always laughs at the duck walk,' Cassie thought.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

* * * * * *

"They used to do everything together. Shopping, dinners, movies... Did anything happen at the SGC to cause this?"

"No, I don't think so," Jonas answered. "Everything just changed last month. Stopped talking. They eat at different tables in the cafeteria. The only interaction I've seen at all is when they have no choice."

"Did Sam get sick or bring some disease back?"

"No. If so, why would it just be the two of them affected?"

Cassie sighed heavily, "Yeah."

"So, what do we do? It's so obvious that they belong together."

"Really? You think so too?"

"Yes. If ever two people belonged together, it's your mom and Sam," Jonas said.

"You know you have to keep it to yourself, right?"

"Yeah, I heard something about that from Jack when one of the NORAD officers left abruptly. Don't worry. If... When this works out, I'll keep their...our secret."

"Oh, thanks, Jonas."

"You're welcome. Now, what did you have in mind?"

"Well, not much. I was just thinking, if we could get them together..."

"Things'd go smoother at home and in the mountain," Jonas finished Cassandra's statement. "Everyone would be happy."

"Right! Now we only have to figure out how..." The girl's voice faded out on the line.

"Hello? Cassandra? You still there?"

"Yeah, Jonas. Just thinking. Uncle Jack wouldn't be too happy."

"If I've learned anything about Jack O'Neill, it's that he cares about his people. If they're happy, he's happy. Or he will be soon. I know about the background and I also know Sam doesn't feel the same way. We just have to get her alone with Janet...

"Wait! We're leaving tomorrow and... I don't know if this will work but... No, probably a stupid idea."

"What?"

"It'll never work."

"What?!?"

"Forget it."

"WHAT?"

Jonas smiled at his unseen co-conspirator. "Well, I was thinking, we're going to P2R-357 tomorrow..." He paused in thought.

"And?"

"After we get there, I fake an injury or something. Something to get your mom to come through the Gate. Then, I'll figure out some way to get them alone together and..."

"Voila, dude!"

"Yes, exactly. Voila! Uh, Dudette?"

* * * * * *

As with all such plans, things did not go the way they were supposed to. Jack O'Neill developed a head cold and the mission was postponed a week. After that, there was another of the seemingly endless crises that struck the SGC, again postponing the mission.

After the crisis, Hammond put all SG teams on stand-down status for a week. SG-3 was given the assignment that Jonas had mentioned to Cassie four weeks before and they were stymied in their plan to bring the two women together. Fortunately, fate in the unexpected form of Jack O'Neill stepped in.

The distance between Sam and Janet became more noticeable as time went on. And Janet seemed more tense than anyone had seen her, considering the lack of any current crisis.

Even Jack O'Neill noticed that things weren't right.

"Jonas, you seem to notice everything. Have you noticed anything odd lately?"

"Odd, Colonel?"

"Yeah, odd. You know, unusual, outta whack, weird, etc."

"I am familiar with the term, sir."

"Well?"

"To what specifically are you referring, O'Neill?"

Jumping and spinning practically simultaneously, Jack O'Neill glared at his tall friend, "Don't do that! How a guy as big as you can sneak up someone like that..."

"I was not sneaking, O'Neill. I am merely...light on my feet." Teal'c said the last with a raised eyebrow in lieu of a smile.

"Yeah. Well, anyway, what about you? Sense anything out of the ordinary?"

"There does seem to be some tension between Major Carter and Doctor Fraiser."

Jonas gulped and both men turned to him.

"Jonas?"

"Jonas Quinn, do you know something that we should be made aware of?"

"Uh, no. I just..."

"Jonas?"

Taking a deep breath, Jonas said, "You told me there were certain things that weren't done in your military. Right?" Jack nodded. "Then I think I'll just walk away before I say anything."

"Too late, Jonas. You said something." Jack clapped a hand on Jonas' shoulder firmly. "Are you saying that Carter & the Doc are...?"

"No! No, nothing like that."

"Then what?!?"

"Well, it's just that..."

"Doctor Fraiser and Major Carter seemed destined to be together to me as well," Teal'c said. "These ridiculous Tau'ri restrictions are an impediment to their union."

"Destined? Union? What the hell are you talking about?" Jack asked needlessly. He knew very well what Teal'c, and Jonas, were saying. But two women? It was okay - hell, it was great in videos or on Cinemax but...Carter? And the Doc?

Suddenly, like a light bulb being turned on, his brain filled with a multitude of images of the two women together. To Jack O'Neill's credit, not all the images were lurid. And he reached a fateful decision.

"I love a challenge," Jack announced. "C'mon. Let's go someplace private to talk." He headed towards the elevator, looking over his shoulder, "Teal'c, you better grab that hat."

"Colonel?" Jonas asked, confused by the sudden turn of events.

"Don't worry. I have a cunning plan."

* * * * * *

Sam Carter sat at her computer, analyzing the latest data from the Naqadah reactor. It looked promising. She just needed some more specifics to confirm her hypothesis.

"Hey Carter! Whatcha doin'?"

"Hi sir. Just going over the latest readings from the test reactor. If this data holds up, we may be able to generate a lot more power with only a minimum of Naqadah reactant. Maybe even enough to power the Gate."

"That's just great. You don't say. How 'bout that." Jack wandered aimlessly around Sam's small lab, touching different items needlessly.

"Sir?"

"Um, yeah?" Jack turned around. "What?"

"Uh, I don't know, sir. You came in here."

"Oh yeah. Well, ya see, I got this cousin. In-law. Cousin in-law. And, well, my cousin is only gonna be in town for a few days and I was kinda..."

"Sir, please sit down. You look like your shoes and your socks are on fire."

Jack sat on a lab stool. 'Only eggheads too busy to see the world around them would think these things are comfortable,' he thought, giving no consideration to the fact that many of his favorite barstools are constructed the same way.

"Well, Carter, what I'm tryin' ta ask is... Would you consider going out with my cousin - in-law - for dinner? My treat."

"I guess so..."

"Great! Be at Sergio's at 8. And wear that little blue number you had at Siler's New Year's party." Jack dashed out of the lab before Sam could ask anything about his cousin...in-law.

* * * * * *

"Hey Doc!" Jack shouted as he entered the infirmary. "What's shakin'?"

"Colonel, please. Airman Schwartz is resting. She is still recovering from that blowgun dart from her last mission," Janet said in a low voice as she trotted across the room towards the colonel.

"Ooo, sorry." Jack immediately dropped his tone several decibels.

"So, Colonel, what can I do for you?"

Jack again looked aimlessly around the room, walking around and touching various objects. Picking up a stray stethoscope, he looked into one of the ear pieces.

Janet grabbed the stethoscope and shoved it in one of the pockets of her lab coat. "What is it, Colonel? It may not look busy here but I am running some tests that I need to check on."

"Well, I was gonna ask a favor. Ya see, I got this cousin in-law in town. And, well I have a date tonight and I was hoping you might..."

"Colonel, much as I'd like to help you, Cassandra has a field hockey game at 5 and I want to be there..."

"That's great! Leaves you plenty of time. Be at Sergio's at 8! And why not wear that red dress?" With that, Jack exited the Med Center and quickly made his way to the surface and into town before either of his 'victims' found him.

* * * * * *

"Joe, you're a life saver!" Jack said as he swigged his beer. "I love this free internet at the bar."

"Yeah, just don't try to download any porn. I got customers who might be offended by naked people."

"Just need to use my email... Crap, what's my access code? I never use it outside the..."

Finally, after a quick phone call to the SGC tech support officer, Jack was into his official email. Quickly typing a message, he saved then sent it to two different email addresses.

With a smug look on his face, he leaned back on the barstool, "Joe, bring me another beer! I just did my good deed for the year!"

Jack sat back to watch the non-stop sports news on ESPN as he waited for his plan to bear fruit.

* * * * * *

Shaking her head at the very idea that she agreed to this, Sam looked at herself in the full-length mirror. Standing before her was a beautiful blonde woman in a knee-length blue dress with a swooping neckline.

She considered putting it back and just dressing casually. It was only Jack O'Neill's cousin, for crying out loud. But, even though she didn't know or care about the date itself, she did like the way she looked.

"Screw it. I'll just look stunning for myself," she said as she left her small house.

Getting into her small car, she realized this was the first time she'd been out to dinner since she and Janet had...

Missing her closest friend's companionship, Sam jerked the car into the street and headed for Sergio's.

* * * * * *

Janet got out of her car and walked into Sergio's. George the maitre d' led her back to a small room at the back of the main dining room. As he pulled out her chair for her, he complimented Janet on the stunning red dress she wore.

"Like a vision," he said as he left her alone for the moment.

"What am I doing here?" she asked out loud as she eyed the menu. "A blind date? I am just asking for trouble."

"Someone mention my name?"

Janet looked up and stared for a moment. "Sam? What are you doing here?"

"I'm supposed to meet the colonel's cousin in-law for dinner."

"Me too."

"I smell a rat."

"Me too."

They remained motionless for several moments, Janet sitting and staring at Sam and Sam standing in the door looking at Janet.

"Uh, well, since you're here, we may as well have dinner. The colonel's paying," Janet said.

"Yes. He most certainly is," Sam agreed as she sat across from Janet. She noted how the candles highlighted the stray auburn locks that hung from the carefully styled coif.

"You must've been looking forward to this," Sam said. "You look great!"

Blushing and smiling, Janet returned the compliment, "So do you." Then she added, "I wasn't looking forward to this at all. I was even questioning why I came in the first place."

"Me too. But it is nice to get out once in a while."

"Yes, it is."

They said nothing more to each other as they looked over the menu. When the waiter arrived, Janet asked, "How about some wine?"

"Sounds great."

Janet then ordered the wine and told the waiter they would be ready to order shortly.

"You seem to know your wine," Sam commented.

"Well, Mom and Dad became connoisseurs when he was stationed in California and it rubbed off on my brothers and I."

"Yeah, I'd probably order something from Chateau Picard or something." Seeing the confusion on Janet's face, Sam said, "You know, from 'Star Trek: The Next Generation'?"

"Never watched much TV when I was in med school and since joining the SGC, I tend to watch sitcoms. And the occasional Springer show thrown in for the prurient interest." Janet smiled at her little admission.

"You know, you never struck me as a trekkie, Sam."

"Yeah, well, you never struck me as a... What do you call fans of Jerry Springer?"

"Sick?" Janet laughed.

"Twisted?" Sam added.

"Weird," Janet concluded. "Wait, are we talking about the trailer trash he gets on the show or the people who watch? I forgot."

Both women were laughing as the waiter returned with the wine. As he poured and Janet tasted, Sam was struck by how much she missed this. And happy how easy it was to regain.

"It's excellent. Thank you." Janet set her glass down and the waiter filled it then Sam's glass.

Once they ordered, they were left alone. Sam tapped her fingers against the stem of her wine glass as she gazed at Janet.

Janet noticed Sam's distracted manner and asked, "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I guess... Outside of the fact that we hardly even talk anymore. Or see each other. Or..."

"Sam, I'm sorry. I guess I was too, um... When you told me about that affair when you were at the Academy, I guess I blew a few circuits."

"Were you afraid I'd corrupt Cassie?"

"No, of course not. You've always been able to see her, anytime."

Sam nodded, it was true. Janet never stopped Sam from seeing Cassandra, she was just conveniently gone whenever Sam came by. "Then what happened?"

"You never called me after..."

"Janet, you told me you needed time to deal with my revelation. You said you'd call me when you were ready. I just assumed that you couldn't handle..."

"Oh no. Did I say I'd call? I was so mixed up that night. I mean, when you're best friend tells you she's gay..."

Sam interrupted Janet, "I'm not gay, Janet. I had an fling with a girl when I was at the Academy. That's it. No one else. And we never went much farther than making out in the front seat of her car."

"Okay, so you're bisexual. It's still a lot to process out of the blue like that."

"Are you still processing? Or are we okay?"

Janet smiled, her cheeks dimpling, "I think we're okay. I missed you."

"I missed you too."

The waiter brought their salads.

"So we're okay. Good. Let's eat. It's not often Jack O'Neill is picking up the tab," Sam said.

After taking a forkful of salad, Janet looked around the small room, "You know, I haven't seen any sign of the colonel's cousin."

"In-law," Sam added.

"Oh yeah. Just as well. I'd much rather be here with you than some blind date."

"Why thank you, Doctor."

"Anytime, Major."

Later, as they sipped the wine, Sam offered, "You know I would never come on to you. If that was worrying you."

"No passes? No flirting? I think I'm disappointed."

"And I'm Canadian," Sam replied.

"No, really. Sam, you are a very attractive woman. and tonight you're absolutely stunning. I'd be flattered if you made a pass at me," Janet declared.

Somehow Sam managed to engage in small talk through dinner. But every time she looked directly at Janet, the doctor's gaze seemed locked on her.

* * * * * *

Even though the colonel was paying, they both agreed they didn't need another bottle of wine even though the evening seemed to call for it. Instead they opted for one of the restaurant's famous gourmet coffees.

Sitting at the now-cleared table, Sam couldn't help but notice how Janet's eyes sparkled in the candlelight, as if the were flecks of gold in the brown.

Janet was telling her about when she became engaged to 'the asshole'. After all this time, she was able to joke about it which Sam took as a good sign.

"...the night and the stars. It was so romantic there along the riverfront that I almost felt I had to say yes. If only I'd known I was sentencing myself to three years hard time!"

Sam laughed with her friend then asked, "Was it really that bad?"

"Not at first. But after the newness wore off, I realized he only wanted someone to cook and clean for him. And to have sex with." Janet saw the very brief flash of jealousy in Sam's eyes. "And even that wasn't enough. Even before our first anniversary, he was banging his secretary. I found that out afterwards, by the way."

"Oh Janet," Sam said sympathetically, taking Janet's hand. "What an absolutely worthless excuse for a human being!"

"Yeah, I guess so. The thing that bothered me the most, once I found out, was that she wasn't even very attractive. Seriously. Golda Meir was cuter."

"She must've been hideous!" Sam laughed.

"And, needless to say, you are far and away prettier than her," Sam added. "Especially tonight."

"Well, thank you again."

Sam realized she was still holding Janet's hand and started to pull away. Janet tightened the grip of her fingers.

"Janet?"

"Sam, I've been thinking about you a lot. And what you told me. At first I was freaked out by it. Then, even though I never told you, I came to accept it. Now...

"Sam, I have never done anything like this. And, if we're found out, it could mean our careers. But, if you're interested, I want to make love to you."

Sam felt momentarily light-headed. Janet wanted her? She had to be dreaming. And she said so.

"I must be dreaming. I never would've told you this in a million years but I've wanted to be with you since the first day we met."

"It's no dream, Sam. I do want to be with you. More than anyone in a long, long time."

Janet leaned towards Sam and they shared their first kiss. It was soft and sweet and innocent, just a meeting of their lips. But it was like a connection had finally been made. This was to be the first of many.

"Come home with me? If only to talk," Janet asked, her eyes shining. "Cass is at Jen's house for a study date slash pajama party."

"Of course."

Settling the bill was simple, Jack had called the restaurant and arranged to have the bill put on his Amex card.

"You know, your boss can be sweet occasionally," Janet observed.

"Yeah, I suppose so. I think this was all done on purpose."

Janet giggled, "Ya think?"

As they stepped outside, they saw the sky had opened up shortly before.

"It's raining."

"Very observant. Must be how you made major," Janet teased. Sam smiled back at her.

They stood under the canopied entrance for a few moments watching the rain fall.

"Where's your car?"

"At the far end of the lot. Yours?"

"Along side the building."

"Well, let's go."

"Man, we need a canoe."

"How 'bout a gondola? That'd be pretty romantic."

"Yes, with a singing gondolier."

"Alright, we've delayed long enough. It's still pouring. We may as well grin and bear it. See you at the house."

"In a few minutes."

* * * * *

At Janet's house, Sam stood on the porch out of the rain while she looked for Janet's car. Soon, the headlights appeared at the corner. "About time," she muttered.

Janet got out and ran up to the door, juggling her keys to find the right one.

"Sorry. I had to stop and pick up something quickly," she said as she opened the door. A grey and white tabby came to curl around her legs. "Hi Gate. Just me and your auntie Sam."

"God, she's grown!" Sam exclaimed. "So what'd you get have to pick up?"

Janet turned to Sam and displayed a small brown bag. Reaching in, she pulled out a bottle of wine.

They settled on the couch with the now-open bottle. Both women unconsciously tucked their legs under themselves and leaned on the back of the couch gazing at each other.

"To us," Janet said.

"To us," Sam agreed.

"Umm, this is very good."

"Thank you. If it gets a shot-and-a-beer girl like you to say something, it must be good," Janet replied.

Sam smiled, her eyes looking down at Janet's bare knees. "I don't just drink beer," she protested.

"So, I was thinking of upgrading my entertainment center," Janet said.

Sam looked over at the old console color TV with a bulky VCR perched on top, then her eyes wandered to the old stereo on a nearby bookshelf. The receiver, she knew, still had a jack for an eight-track player.

"May be about time," Sam agreed. "How long you had that stereo?"

"It was my brother's. I inherited it. And it still works fine," Janet replied.

"So, what are you thinking of?"

"One of those big screen TVs. Then we could watch..."

Sam smiled as Janet's voice trailed off. "Watch what?"

"Oh, movies."

"Like?"

"Well, I hear 'Mulholland Drive' is good. Or maybe 'Gia' or 'Bound.'"

Sam raised an eyebrow. She knew Janet knew about the more controversial content of those movies. Jack O'Neill spent one entire post-mission exam extolling the virtues of those movies to Daniel and Teal'c.

"You've never seen those movies?" Sam asked.

"Well," Janet smiled slyly. "I wouldn't say that..."

"Oh?"

"But it's always more fun to watch movies with...friends."

In a playful mood, Sam asked, "Janet, is there anything else you think is more fun with friends?"

"Yes. This," Janet replied as suddenly leaned into Sam and kissed her. They came together as their closed lips caressed each other.

Pulling her head back, Janet said to the woman in her arms, "Sam, since you... I was so confused. I couldn't believe it but I was so jealous of that girl. And I never... I remembered those movies and I wanted to see what the fuss was about. And when I saw you tonight... I want you so badly."

"And I want you. God Janet, I'd never have said anything to you. Just kept it to myself but I've been half in love with you since...forever."

"Only half?" Janet teased. "To be honest, I've been wanting this for weeks. I just never admitted to myself that I could feel this way for another woman. Then, when you showed up tonight... You are a beautiful woman Samantha, but tonight you were absolutely gorgeous! That was when I finally admitted to myself I want you. Only you."

Sam showed her complete agreement with a deeper kiss, one Janet happily responded to. As their tongues slid against each other, they lay back with Janet atop Sam.

Sam was thoroughly lost in the kiss. The woman lying on her was the best kisser she'd ever experienced. Not that she had a lot of experience kissing many people...

Janet was a bit more experienced than Sam but even she was overcome by this melding. It was quickly becoming the best kiss in her life as well.

Finally pulling apart for air, they remained enwrapped in each other as they gazed deep into lust-darkened eyes.

"God, Sam! Do all astrophysicists kiss that good?"

Taking the compliment, Sam replied, "I hope not. I don't want any competition for you."

Janet kissed Sam's nose, "Not a chance."

Their lips met again for another long, deep kiss. This one lasted twice as long, leaving them panting.

Janet finally managed to say, "I think we have too much on."

"Are you sure? You're ready for that?"

Janet smiled, her eyes sparkling, "Yes, I think I am."

"You don't... We don't have to do anything."

"Sam, are you nervous? I'm the new kid here, I should be nervous," Janet said gently.

"I am. I want this so much that I'm afraid I'll..." Sam's voice trailed off.

"How 'bout I go first? After my amateurish attempts, you'll be a pro," Janet suggested.

"You really have been thinking about this, haven't you?"

Janet merely knelt on the floor next to the sofa and pulled Sam into a sitting position. Running her hands lightly up the major's legs beneath the skirt, she smiled and nodded. "I have. And I do want this. More than anything."

Reaching the top of Sam's pantyhose, she tugged those down until they were bunched up around her ankles. Again she teased the beautiful blonde, "That looks attractive..."

Sam was at a loss for words. The bantering was seemingly at odds with the tender seduction. She decided to ignore it and enjoy whatever Janet did.

Janet pulled Sam's shoes off then her pantyhose. "Much better. But there is still something not right..."

"Wha...what?" Sam managed to say.

"Stand up please." Sam did.

"Turn around." Again Sam complied.

"Stand still." Sam followed the instructions.

Soon, soft hands opened the back of her dress and caressed her soft skin, lightly tracing some of the small scars those same hands had treated.

"No bra?" Janet whispered, her voice light as her hands reached around under the dress to cup Sam's breasts. Janet traced the outer edge of Sam's ear with the tip of her tongue then slipped it inside to lightly dab at the sensitive flesh.

Sam shivered at the erotic feelings coursing through her. She stuttered her response, "Uh...uh...n-no. I-I di-didn't wan..."

Any more words were lost as Janet began to kiss the back of Sam's neck. Her hands gently caressed the soft mounds, her fingers occasionally flicking and lightly pinching the hard nipples, as she liked to have done to her. Sam groaned in appreciation.

Over Sam's shoulder, she could see them in the decorative wall mirror above the couch. It was such an exciting sight. Sam had her head back with her eyes closed and mouth slightly open. The lower portion of Janet's face was hidden by the taller woman's shoulder as her hands moved beneath the blue material slowly.

Janet removed her hands, causing Sam to groan in disappointment. Janet knew that wouldn't last. She knelt behind her friend and lifted the hem of her dress.

"Sky blue panties? With lace? Sam..." Janet chided.

Janet planted a soft kiss on one satin-covered buttock then the other. She slowly peeled the panties off and let a finger tip slide along wet, engorged lips. She leaned far forward and ran her tongue along those same lips, barely touching the hot flesh.

"This angle won't work. Sam? Please sit down," Janet requested.

Sam turned and her dress fell back into place, more loosely than before. She started to remove it when Janet stopped her. "I think it's more erotic, don't you?"

After Sam sat, Janet lifted the dress again and moved her head under it. She began to lick the wiry blond hair, tasting Sam's arousal in the beads of fluid trapped there. The tickly, tingly sensation caused Sam to moan aloud again. Janet decided to return to the source of the musky honey and again lightly traced the edges of the protruding lips.

Sam was more excited than she could remember. The woman she loved more than any other person, both as friend and now lover, was tasting her. And she was the first woman (and the only one as far as Sam was concerned) that Janet had been with. That was far too exciting. But the most exciting was that Janet took the initiative and was pleasuring her. And she couldn't see anything but the bulge of Janet's head under her dress. She had no idea what to expect and loved it!

"OH MY GOD!" Sam yelled as Janet flicked her tongue across Sam's clitoris before returning to teasing licks of her lower lips.

Sam's cream was starting to flow faster and Janet thrust her tongue deep inside her new love to taste it all. She had tasted herself on her fingers out of curiosity and, while it wasn't terrible, it didn't taste anywhere near as good as Sam.

She took Sam's pouty outer lip in her teeth and pulled, flicking her tongue against the flesh trapped between her incisors. Then she thrust again into the woman.

Sam was writhing now. She knew she'd be climaxing soon. As she looked down, she saw another sight that heightened her excitement: Janet's hand was over her ass and under the tight material. From the movement she could make out, Janet was masturbating as she was pleasuring Sam. 'Oh God, this is too much,' Sam thought.

With her free hand, Janet slipped one, then two, then three fingers into Sam. She also took the woman's clit between her teeth gently and flicked her tongue around and across the ultra-sensitive nub.

Sam's screams of pleasure were the payoff. As Sam climaxed, Janet licked up as much of her as she could. This triggered a mild climax in the doctor as she thrust her own fingers into herself.

As Sam came back to reality, she saw Janet sitting next to her, brushing her bangs with her fingers. The dark brown eyes, so recently full of lust were full of love and tenderness.

Sam pulled her down and kissed her. She had never tasted herself on anyone before and found herself becoming aroused again.

"So, I guess I was okay?" Janet teased.

Sam sat up and nodded. Then her eyes traveled over Janet's body. The doctor had managed to strip while Sam was across on her plateau.

Disappointed that she couldn't unwrap her beautiful present, Sam delighted in the lovely body next to her. "I am going to make you pay for that, Doctor," Sam growled.

Janet shivered in anticipation as Sam kissed her way down the petit figure. When Sam reached the soft brown triangle between her legs, Janet whispered to herself, "I love you, Samantha."

* * * * * *

Sam woke up, momentarily questioning where she was until the wonderful images of the night before returned. She was with Janet. And it was better than she ever thought it would be.

Getting out of bed, she looked at her clothes draped over a chair. Janet must've gotten up much earlier and cleaned up the living room. And, from the aroma down the hall, had started coffee.

Trying to decide how silly she'd look in her dress this morning, Sam spied a man's white dress shirt and jeans on another chair.

She pulled on the jeans, which were very loose on her, and buttoned the shirt, which also hung loose on her frame, and followed her nose to the caffeine.

In the kitchen Sam was met by a vision. In front of the patio door, highlighted by the morning sun shining in, stood Janet. The petit woman was wearing a white shirt like Sam's and, from the light shining through, nothing else.

Janet turned and smiled. "He-ey. How'd you sleep?"

"Great. You?"

"I never slept better."

"These clothes?"

"The asshole's... I kept some of his stuff for whenever. I love the shirts to sleep in or..." Janet strolled over to Sam and kissed her, "To take off."

"Hmm...that sounds like a great idea."

Janet spun away asking teasingly, "Coffee?"

"Please." Sam found she enjoyed the teasing which surprised her. She was usually what she considered the teaser not the teasee.

"These filters aren't too good. You might end up with coffee grounds in your cup," Janet apologized as she handed Sam a warm mug. Then she muttered, "Damn."

"What?" Sam asked, worried that she might've done something without realizing it.

Janet walked over to the open oven, "I have got to get this fixed. The damned door won't stay closed. And now the cat's in the oven. Again.

"Get out of there, ya big walking hairball!"

Sam laughed, "Hey, need a hand?"

"No...yes. And how are you with leaky faucets?"

Sam set the mug down and hugged Janet tight from behind, "Great."

Janet turned in the encircling arms and whispered against Sam's lips, "Then I might just have a little chore you can help me with."

"Help you? My pleasure. Anytime."

Lips merged and the two lost themselves in each other, oblivious to the grey cat twining around their legs or the teenager standing in the doorway.

"Finally," Cassandra said with a satisfied smirk.

Not one of the three were bothered by the repetitive leak.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

The End.