Healing

by LilFerret

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asl/lilferret/healing.php
Summary: Sam is in mourning, but Janet has what she needs...

Dr. Janet Fraiser knocked softly on the front door with one hand, balancing a covered casserole dish in the other. She didn't receive a response and frowned. She knew the woman was in there. Her car was parked at the curb. She knocked again, harder this time. Still nothing.

"Sam, c'mon honey, I know you're in there," she pleaded, trying to see around the curtains on the other side of the window. The living room was empty. She knocked a third time, not really expecting an answer. "Sam!"

Sighing, Janet placed the dish onto the front stoop and fished her keys out of her pocket, unlocking the door. She wouldn't normally use her "for emergencies only" key when the woman was home, but this recluse behavior was not typical of Samantha Carter. Something drastic had to be done.

She slipped the keys back into her pocket and grabbed the casserole before pushing the door open slowly. "Sam?" There was still no answer. "I'm putting some food in the kitchen, ok?"

The condition of the Air Force Major's house was enough to make Janet flinch. As long as she'd known Sam Carter she had never seen the place anything less than immaculate. Currently there were balled up tissues strewn about, take out cartons on several surfaces, and an unknown smell was permeating the air.

Janet wrinkled her nose, kicking aside a couple pizza boxes to clear a path to the refrigerator. Placing the dish inside she made a mental note to do some shopping. The only item in the refrigerator before the food she'd brought was a questionable half gallon of milk.

Heading down the hall the petite brunette took note of the closed bedroom door. So that was where her girlfriend was hiding, hmm? She rapped her knuckles against the door and heard a muffled "Go away!" from the other side. Never one to take no for an answer, she opened the door anyway, biting her lip when she saw the woman curled up on the bed, face tear-streaked, hair rumbled, and pillow tucked between her knees.

"Sam, honey," she started, taking a tentative step toward the bed.

"I said go away," Sam complained, eyebrows drawing together in a distinctive glare. "Is nothing sacred?"

"Not between us, Sam." The blonde snorted, rolling to her other side and trying to cover a small sob. Janet sighed, taking her life into her hands and covering the distance to the bed in several quick strides. She climbed onto the bed and knelt behind her girlfriend, laying a hand gently on the shaking woman's hip. "Sam..."

"Damn it, Janet!" The tone was sharp and Janet winced. "I just want to be left alone right now."

"But that's not what you need, honey," the doctor replied, not raising her voice. "Right now you need your friends. This isn't like you." Another sob wracked the body laying in the fetal position on the bed, but Sam didn't brush her hand away. Feeling emboldened she brushed the damp hair from her girlfriend's face, only a little hurt when Sam shrank from the touch. "Can you talk to me about it?"

"No."

"Sam, I know you loved him."

"I did," another sob, followed by a hiccup. "A lot!"

"And you'll love the next," Janet ventured, easing herself down on one elbow and letting the other arm slip around Sam's waist in an embrace. "I know you."

Sam shook softly, but she didn't pull away from the comforting arm wrapped around her middle. Janet slid her supporting arm under the woman's neck, head resting on a crumpled pillow, and waited. She didn't have to wait long.

"It was my fault."

"Baby, you couldn't have done anything. He got sick."

"I could have made him better."

"You're not a miracle worker, honey." Another hiccup. Janet sighed again, tightening her arm around the woman's waist and letting her lips brush against the neck in front of her. Sam shivered, but the tears seemed to have slowed. "Nothing you could have done would have prevented what happened. He got all his shots."

Sam turned slowly in her arms, puffy eyes, red nose, and damp hair now the only remnants of her previous tears. "I loved him, Janet."

"I know, sweetheart," she soothed, kissing Sam's forehead gently. "He loved you too."

"He died in my arms."

"But he lives in your heart." A tiny smile tugged at her girlfriend's frown, and Sam's arms wound themselves around her middle. Janet smiled into the blond hair draped over her face. "He always will."

"How do you always know what to say?" a muffled voice said into her shoulder.

"I'm a doctor," was her equally muffled explanation, gaining a soft chuckle. "It's what I do."

"I love you, Janet." Sam pulled back enough to look Janet in the face.

"And I love you, Sam Carter," she replied, pressing a soft kiss to Sam's lips, her intention to show affection, not lust. Her girlfriend, on the other hand, apparently had different ideas. A long leg insinuated itself between her own, thigh pressing into her suggestively. "Hey, hey now..."

"I want you," the blonde whispered seductively, hand cupping the doctor's breast before starting a determined slide down her stomach. "Bad."

"Honey," Janet protested, catching the hand as it settled between her legs. She fought not to moan at the pleasure the gentle pressure created. "You need to rest."

"I need you."

Janet closed her eyes when lips found a sensitive spot on her neck, the hand between her legs having shaken off its captor and fingers now working the button of her jeans. She contemplated resisting further but knew damned well Samantha Carter was as stubborn as she at taking no for an answer. Instead, she let a groan escape her throat as probing fingers slid under her panties and into her folds.

It was all the encouragement Sam needed. Before Janet could blink her girlfriend was pulling off her boots, tugging down her jeans and underwear, and pushing her blouse and bra up to reveal her breasts. A warm mouth closed around one of her nipples and Janet gasped, her back arching to press herself closer to the suction.

The woman's tongue flicked back and forth across the bud, teasing the nipple into a tight peak and making Janet lick her lips. Sam always knew the right place to touch, the most sensitive spot to kiss, and how to drive her wild within minutes.

When Sam's mouth closed over the neglected breast Janet moaned, her hips coming up to thrust against the hand doing wicked things between her legs. She desperately wanted to flip Sam onto her back and assume dominance, but she knew that wasn't what her girlfriend needed. With her beloved cat, Nikola, dying in her arms three days before, Samantha Carter needed to be in control. And Janet had no intention of taking that away from her.

Two fingers plunged into her and began a steady rhythm, while Sam's thumb found her clit and rubbed circles around it. Janet heard herself whimper, her fingers sliding into Sam's hair and tugging her short locks gently. Teeth grazed her nipple and a low growl emanated from the determined woman on top of her, two legs straddling her bare thigh and damp sweat pants the only barrier between them as Sam began to slide along her flesh.

Janet could feel the heat from between her lover's legs and as Sam's lips released their current conquest Janet arched into her, pressing her leg firmly against the woman's crotch and watching as Sam's head fell back, hips moving of their own volition. The friction was electric, and with every thrust Sam's pants brushed against her sensitive skin. The hand between her legs fell away, and while Janet was momentarily disappointed, two arms leaned on either side of her head, Sam's legs shifted until their lower bodies were locked together firmly, and a face buried in her shoulder as the thrusting was taken to a whole other level.

Janet gasped, rocking her pelvis in a counter move to the body atop her own. She knew Sam's pants had to be soaked by now, but she wasn't about to stop what they were doing to insist Sam take them off. Besides, the fabric against her swollen flesh only served to heighten her pleasure.

"Sam...Sam..." she chanted, cupping the back of her lover's neck as they ground against each other.

"Mmm," was the response. And then, "Oh God, Janet! I'm gonna...aahhh..."

"Come for me, baby," she soothed, releasing Sam's hair and bringing a hand to her ass, pressing it down in time to the thrusts. A keening cry broke from Sam, and her body jerked against Janet's. She felt her own climax rising to the service and continued to move under her girlfriend, her pussy throbbing and aching as she rode the leg between hers.

She found her own release with a moan, just as Sam cried out a second time, the both of them clinging to the other as the waves traveled through them. Janet could hear her own heartbeat in her ears, and coupled with the thudding of the heart within the chest above hers and two sets of labored breathing, it was a symphony she could easily get used to.

Sam rolled off of her after a few moments and they lay side by side, one of them half dressed and the other completely clothed. Well, in pajamas, anyway,

"Holy Hannah."

Janet chuckled softly. "I agree."

"I need a shower."

"I think we both do, honey."

Sam leaned on her elbow, smiling. It was a smile Janet had always been drawn to, even before they'd decided to take their friendship in another direction. Sam's smile could light up a room, and brighten even the darkest of Janet's moods. Which, truthfully, had become fewer and further between since the two had started dating.

"First one to the shower gets the water," her lover challenged, jumping out of bed and stripping her clothes as she sprinted to the bathroom.

Janet just grinned, watching her go. She stretched leisurely and winced when muscles in places she'd rarely used until Sam Carter protested painfully. Ah yes, the sweet ache of lovemaking. How she'd missed this.

She rolled out of bed, pulling her blouse and bra off completely and dropping them atop the other clothes lying haphazardly next to the bed. Walking slowly toward the bathroom she smirked. She'd give Sam a moment to clean away what were likely days of depression, and then she'd join her. Janet was craving a taste of what she knew Samantha Carter had to offer.

Licking her lips she pushed open the door. Sam smiled around the shower curtain and then her eyes widened, obviously seeing the predatory look on her lover's face.

"Round two?" she asked, backing against the tiles, eyes following as Janet climbed into the shower and sank to her knees.

"Damned straight," Janet growled, gaining a whimper from the blonde as she parted her folds and swiped a tongue along her tender flesh. She closed her eyes, savoring the taste. "And I plan to draw this one out."

Cleaning the house could wait.

~fin~