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Another busy day in the med lab. Janet's latest project was a metabolic analysis of an interesting flesh-eating fungus. One of the teams had discovered it and thoughtfully brought it back for her to study. She was free to play with it all she liked since Sam had offered to perform the statistical analysis of her data. This was good news. Janet did not consider number-crunching as enjoyable as did Sam.
Janet finished reading off her latest lab results. "Isoleucine zero point zero six. Valine zero point two nine. Cysteine zero point seven nine."
"Yup," Sam mumbled as she entered numbers into her spreadsheet.
"Serine zero point two four. That's it."
"Kay." Sam tapped on her keyboard, happily arranging and rearranging lists and tables of raw data.
Janet was glad that she always had a math nerd nearby for tasks such as this. She rubbed her face with her hands and twisted on her stool until her spine cracked. "I'm tired. Aren't you tired?"
"Yeah. I got up at about 2100 last night." Sam had awakened in a tent on P2X something or another at dawn, which happened to be evening Colorado time.
"I can beat that. I worked the night shift."
Sam shrugged. "Sleep deprivation builds character."
"If by character you mean psychosis, I agree."
"Why don't you go home?"
"Because nobody else in this lab wants to deal with my little friend here," she replied, gesturing at the alien mushroom in the containment tank on the bench.
"Well, it does consume living flesh. I don't really blame them..."
"And, I can't miss Teal'c's party," Janet added.
"Oh, he won't mind," Sam said. "He doesn't get excited about birthdays."
"It's his 103rd. I imagine the birthday thing has lost its charm by now." It was Colonel O'Neill's idea to throw him a big party, mainly as an excuse to have cake. Janet always went because she liked spending time with her always interesting coworkers in situations that didn't involve their running away in fear of her needles.
That night, O'Malley's was darker and louder than usual and packed full of SGC personnel.
Sam looked around, feeling like she should probably have headed off to bed instead of agreeing to show up at a late party. She probably shouldn't have had alcohol, either. It made her drowsy.
It was fun, though. And there was Janet, plowing her way through the crowd. Sam smiled despite herself. Always a nice sight, Janet with her hair down and her eye makeup dark. She wore a sleeveless red top that showed off her shining tan skin. Not a shred of military blue anywhere on her.
Sam slumped at the bar and Janet squeezed in next to her. She finished off her third brightly colored girly drink with a flourish. "What are you still doing here?"
"Sitting."
"Me too. I am so... tired."
"I want to go home and sleep for days."
"That is what I plan to do. I've got to go in for at least a few minutes every day to take a sample from the fungus and see if it has produced spores. But between those times I'm catching up on my sleep," Janet nodded.
"You know, I'm not entirely comfortable with you keeping that thing as a pet."
"It is not a pet, it's a biological specimen."
"You toss it a mouse every couple days."
"Well, I have to feed it if I want to study it. It's just a big mushroom. It's not like it's going to break containment and go running around the base."
"You don't technically know that."
"No, but I choose to believe that it won't."
"You do what you gotta do," Sam yawned.
"Right." A crowd at the other side of the room was singing to Teal'c. He frowned companionably, looking so honored he might weep. Janet laughed. She made herself comfortable next to Sam and demanded a fresh drink from the bartender.
"My, but you're aggressive when you've had a few," Sam mused.
"You have no idea," Janet growled.
"Oh don't I?"
"Sometimes I think that's why I took a commission. To satisfy my aggressive streak." Janet leaned against the bar and Sam ran her eyes along her bare arms. There was a small, rippled scar just above her elbow from where she had taken a bullet a few years earlier. Sam pictured the doc at her side, tracking Hathor with a huge gun. She smiled at the thought of the little redheaded badass in her oversized camos.
"Some of us like your aggressive streak."
Janet smirked at her, trying not to give any indication of the delight she felt at Sam's casual words. She stirred the ice in her glass. "Not everyone does."
"Ah, they just hate that you're right all the time."
"Well when it comes to medical matters it's my job to be right. I must insist."
"Sure, but, you're just so... good." It was getting too late to come up with anything better.
Janet swallowed a laugh as Sam bumbled. "Yeah well, this whole practicing medicine thing, it's pretty easy," she said, batting her lashes. She leaned closer, wondering if they were going to get themselves in trouble tonight. She loved it when that happened.
Sam bit her lip. "You're always right, though." She slurped an ice cube from her glass and sucked on it. "Medical or not."
"Usually. I have my opinions. I do have to admit, you're the one person who can sway me."
Sam tried not to drool ice water. "Oh yeah?"
"I swear, sometimes all you have to do is look at me with those big eyes of yours..."
"What's the matter with my eyes?"
"I can't say no." Janet was taking full advantage of her aforementioned aggressive streak and appreciating the way it made Sam blush. She smiled pertly.
"Interesting," Sam said, gulping another mouthful of ice.
"Very."
"Do I get special treatment, then?" Apparently, the streak was infectious.
Janet just lifted her dainty eyebrows and rolled her eyes upward, inviting Sam to use her imagination. She squeezed one of Sam's knees between her own. Sam sucked on ice and stared.
Janet was on a roll this evening. Sam knew she wasn't drunk; Janet may be half her size but she could drink her under the table. She was interested to see where this was going to go. She was used to the game. When Janet wanted to flirt, Sam flirted.
It may have been too much. Janet stirred her drink some more. She fished the cherry out and watched it drip into the glass. Delicately she dangled it, holding the stem between the tips of her thumb and index finger. With a straight face she held it out to Sam. "Do you want my cherry?"
There were a number of ways Sam could have responded to that and she decided to pick one of the riskier ones. She leaned forward and took the sticky little fruit in her teeth, plucking it right off the stem between Janet's fingertips. Then, feeling full of herself for having behaved inexcusably in a room full of their U.S. military colleagues, she chewed thoughtfully. She smiled at Janet's crumbling poker face. It wasn't really all that funny but Janet giggled anyway. The room might as well have been empty.
They felt their common sense dripping away like rum punch off a maraschino cherry. They were too knackered to be concerned. Too tired, too tipsy. And it felt great.
She wasn't sure whether to be alarmed or excited. She had half a mind to get up and run out the front door, but there was too much fun to be had. No one cared. No one was paying a bit of attention.
One of Janet's knees had been pressing into her thigh and she was pushing back so hard it had gone numb. It was driving her out of her mind. She waited until Janet looked across the room to where Teal'c was opening his presents, then repositioned herself on the hard chair. Her hand moved from her own leg to Janet's. They were seated in such a way that no one could see.
"Don't you dare," Janet said in the lowest, most sultry voice she could manage, which was considerably low and sultry.
"What if I do dare?" Sam asked. She hadn't felt so daring in a very long time. It had been just this sort of night she had been waiting for.
Janet looked intensely at her, eyes big and round with playfulness and not much surprise. She looked simply thrilled. It was her turn to raise the stakes. "Come with me," she said. In a flash she jumped off her chair and left the room.
"Ooh," Sam thought aloud. Her stomach flopped and adrenaline surged as the game began.
In the four strides it took to reach the door Sam performed a quick risk-benefit analysis in her head, ignoring most of the risk and feeling pleased with the result. She was really more focused on the benefit part of the equation, anyway. Overjoyed with her decision, she pushed open the door of the lounge attached to the women's bathroom and fell into Janet's arms.
Janet braced her firmly against the closed door of the empty lounge and kissed her long and hard. Sam combed her hands into Janet's soft hair. She opened her lips and felt Janet's hot mouth working on hers, expressing the grinding passion that had been playing with them all night. She sighed and the sound made Janet press harder against her.
Sam pulled away to breathe and Janet moved her lips to Sam's throat, kissing and sucking her gently, coaxing more nice sounds out of her. Sam blinked dizzily, not quite believing what was happening. The thought that they were one thin wall away from a room thronged with base staff made it horribly exciting. She caught Janet's lips again and kissed her deeply, feeling the push of her tongue. Janet's hands were finding their way under her clothing. She thought she would explode.
"Tonight," Sam moaned. "Tonight, Janet."
"Ohh," Janet groaned as Sam covered her face with kisses. It was going to be sometime. Probably not tonight, though. She wrapped her hands around Sam's arms and tried to look her in the eye. "No, not tonight. Tonight we sleep."
Sam's eyes focused slowly on hers, not immediately comprehending. A strange whine of frustration started in her throat. Janet wrapped her arms around Sam's neck and pulled tight against her. "We can barely keep our eyes open. Go home and go to bed and sleep. I'll see you tomorrow."
The heat of Janet's body felt so good it almost hurt and Sam's head was reeling. She took a deep breath and waited a moment. "Okay," she said, finally.
"Tomorrow," Janet whispered in her ear.
Once more she looked down into the big dark eyes and it became harder to pull herself away. Better go. She kissed Janet full on the lips once more. So good, so good. Dammit.
Without another look she rushed out. Go, just go. She knew she had a faint wash of pink across her throat from Janet's lipstick. It pleased her so much she couldn't bear to hide it. Sam stopped to give Teal'c a hug before bailing on his party. She would have left a friendly smooch on his cheek but her lips burned with Janet's kisses and it seemed like that would be wrong somehow. The thought made her giddy.
Meanwhile, Janet stood at one of the sinks and splashed cold water on her face. Her hands trembled and she could feel her pulse throbbing in her crotch. It hadn't been easy to pry herself off of Sam's amazing body and send her home. It was a good thing to do, though. They were both exhausted and tipsy. If she was about to bed Sam she was damn well going to do it right.
Sam hadn't thought she would get any sleep that night. Fortunately she dropped off almost immediately. Lack of sleep was one thing, but it was the painfully arousing encounter with Janet that had sapped the last of her energy.
After a day of blissful unconsciousness Sam woke feeling glad Janet had had the presence of mind to put it off. Sam moved slowly, gathering her thoughts. She dressed carefully, wearing a frightfully cute skirt that she knew Janet liked on her. Everything felt right. Even the mirror was friendly when Sam glanced at her reflection. She looked fresh and ready.
When she met her that evening, the little doc looked similarly well-rested. She found her in the kitchen, getting ready to shut the house down for the night. Janet looked good and it made her mind jumble. That little frame wrapped up in a petite black sweater that dipped low and hugged her bust. That row of small buttons down the front. How many years had she been imagining herself plucking open each of those buttons, starting from the top, one by one by...
"Want some before I put it away?" Janet offered, indicating the leftovers from dinner.
"Oh, no... thanks." She couldn't swallow food right now if she tried. "Is she still up?"
"Nope."
Sam nodded. Just the two of them, then. Ohh boy. She turned to remove her jacket and toss it on the couch. She just knew Janet's eyes were all over her tightly-skirted ass. It made her simultaneously proud and humble; she had the power to attract but in the end she was really just a purring kitten in her hands.
Janet turned away and finished clearing the table. Sam took her turn staring. Shoulder blades moving under the soft fabric of her sweater, everything so familiar.
Sam moved up to her. She pressed against her back, brushed her hair aside, and planted her lips hungrily on Janet's warm neck. Immediately she felt her relax back into her arms and breathe deeply at the heat of the kisses.
"Are you ready?" she whispered.
"Since the day we met," Janet replied.
"Maybe this is supposed to be a little more spontaneous..."
"Screw that. Every single day of our life is spontaneous. It's nervewracking. I don't mind a little advance warning now and then."
Sam laughed in her hair. "I see your point. Right again."
"Of course."
"We should all do things the Janet way."
"The world would be better for it."
Janet turned and looked in her eyes. Sam looked so happy and lovely. Janet wrapped her arms around her neck and pressed closely to her body. Kissing her was so easy, soft as air. Their lips fit like a key in a lock. She rested against Sam's cheek, the fine blonde hair tickling her face. She kissed her ear and whispered "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you." She ran her lips softly along Sam's earlobe. "You drive me wild."
It was easy to read the look on Sam's face then. Wide awake and done waiting. Within a minute she had ordered Sam to bed and followed her in. She balanced over her and looked down to see Sam's fingers creeping along the buttons on her sweater, flicking them open. The look on her face was priceless, just a kid in a candy store. "Could just pull it over my head, genius," Janet teased.
"Oh no," Sam replied firmly, shaking her head. Her delighted smile was irresistible and Janet giggled. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling of Sam's searching fingertips.
Once Sam had finished her task and copped a good feel Janet pulled away to take her turn. She moved back and slid her hands up Sam's thighs the way she had wanted to since the woman had dared to walk through her front door in a skirt like that. She hit a nerve and the rest was history. They groped and ripped off the rest of their clothing and embraced tightly, burning at all the new sensations.
Sam laid Janet back on a pillow and kissed her fervently. In the dim golden light of the small bedside lamp she let her hands roam. She held Janet's shoulder and kissed along the inside of her upper arm, where the skin was as soft as silk. She kissed her scar and down to her hand. Janet's thighs cradled her body and she could feel the muscles trembling in anticipation.
Janet caressed and explored her, learned her response. She loved the way Sam reclined in total relaxation in her arms, offering herself without hesitation. Her hands were effecting such excitement. Sam shivered and a rosy blush spread on her skin. Oh, she gets a sex flush, Janet thought. God that is so hot. She put her lips to Sam's throat. It was overwhelming, she had to kiss her and taste her. "Aw Sam," she sighed. "My sweet girl."
She kissed her way down. Sam's fingers trailed along the skin of her arm as she moved until her hand fell to the bed. Janet rested her fingertips in Sam's palm.
When Sam woke daylight was beginning to flood the room. The bedside lamp was still on, looking dull in the faint sun. She was careful not to move. Janet was fast asleep. Her temple pressed heavily into Sam's shoulder and one slender arm was draped over her body. It was nice.
They had been up for hours, Sam reflected with a leftover blush. Worked each other over every which way. The bossy little doc was firm but very fair, even in this part of her life. She took turns and played well with others, and when she laid down the law it was for a reason. Sam didn't mind following orders if the orders made sense.
the end
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