From The Mouths Of Babes 1

From The Mouths Of Babes

by Trancer

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/ast/trancer/babes01.php
Summary: Sam discovers something about Janet that changes everything for both of them.

Chapter One

Sam watched as Cassandra palmed the basketball in her hand, twirling the object until she found the right position. She set the ball on the pads of her palm, hooking her arm before shooting the ball at the basket. The ball hit the backboard with a resounding thud missing the basket by at least half a foot. Sam frowned slightly. She'd taught Cassie how to play back when Janet had taken in the orphaned girl. Cassandra took to basketball like a duck to water. Sam envisioned a bright future for the child in athletics.

So when the next ball missed the backboard completely and landed in the grass, Sam knew something wasn't right with the girl.

"Cass, is something wrong?" She asked tossing her the ball. Cassandra bounced the basketball unenthusiastically, setting up for another shot.

"No, not really." The girl sighed throwing the ball. It missed. Sam picked up the ball on the rebound.

"Anything you wanna talk about?" Cassandra said nothing just continued to bounce the basketball in front of her. "C'mon kiddo, you know you can tell me anything."

Cassie picked the ball up throwing at the basket, missing. The girl sighed as Sam tossed it back to her.

"Mom's got a date tonight."

"Oh, I see."

"Her name's Brennn-dah." Cassie spat while her body articulated the last word in fey movements quickly followed by a loud gagging noise.

"Oh." Sam's eyes went wide at the revelation. She coughed regaining her composure. "I take it you don't like her."

"God no. She thinks she's hot, and she's not. She thinks she's funny and smart and hip, except like not. She makes me wanna shove this ball down her throat." Cassie threw the ball hard at the basket. This time missing the backboard completely, the ball landing somewhere in the backyard.

"Whoa. That's a lot of resentment you got built up there. Definitely not healthy. Have you told Janet about your feelings?"

"No." The girl shoved her hands in her pockets, eyes suddenly cast downward. "I don't want to upset her."

"And what good is letting all this anger build up inside you going to do? She cares about you a lot. I think she'd want to know if something's affecting you."

"Yeah, I know. It's just that Brenda makes her happy. I mean, I feel bad now but I'd feel worse if they broke up because of me."

"Cassie, telephone." Janet's head poked out of a second story window, calling out to the girl. "It's Patrick." She added in a forced whisper. Sam watched as the girl's face lit up, a giant smile spreading across her lips. Cassandra bounded across the yard storming into the house.

Sam followed her into the house. She watched as Janet hurried down the stairs attempting to walk and put in her earrings.

Sam could feel her heart skip in her throat and a familiar twinge at the bottom of her belly. Janet was her friend, her best friend. She was used to seeing her as a colleague, confidant. But seeing Janet cascading down the stairs, Sam felt a veil being lifted off her eyes as she saw Janet, for the first time, as a sexual being. The slinky black dress she wore hugged her body, accentuating the curves. The front cut dangerously low in a v shape showed an expanse of cleavage without looking neither cheap nor tawdry. Janet's hair, usually in what Sam liked to call 'Janet's power bun', fell loosely, gently curled around her face. In a word, Janet looked breathtaking.

She smiled softly to Sam as she pulled her coat from the rack.

"You never dress like that for poker. Where are you off to?" Sam asked coyly.

"Oh, just meeting some friends to see a play." Janet stated softly. She opened her purse checking the contents. "Are you staying?"

"Yeah, I figured I'd help Cassie with her homework."

"Great, just don't mention the B word." Sam looked at Janet with a confused expression. "Babysitting. She'd kill me if she thought I'd asked you to watch her. I swear every other sentence mentions the fact that she's fourteen now."

"Aw, don't worry. I'm sure she'll let it pass..this time."

"Yeah, I'm sure." Janet turned to the stairs. "Cassie."

The girl poked her head out of her room, the phone glued to her head. "Yeah."

"I'm leaving now. Sam's gonna stay here until I get back."

"Mom!" The girl cried, her hand covering the receiver. "I told you."

"Yeah, yeah, you're fourteen years old. Humor me. I have my cell with me, so if there's any problems."

"Stick my head between my legs and kiss my.."

"Cassandra Fraiser!"

"I was just kidding." She exhaled a large smile plastered across her face. She paused for a moment gathering her thoughts. "Have fun."

"I will." Janet beamed back at her daughter. "I love you."

"I love you too." The girl replied before disappearing into her room. Janet turned towards her friend.

"There's money on the table for pizza. You have my number. I don't think there'll be any problems but.."

"Janet," Sam cut her off. "We'll be fine. Go have fun. Or whatever it was you were planning to do in that dress."

Sam chuckled as Janet's face turned several shades of red.

"Just when I was beginning to wonder where she gets that smart mouth of hers. Now I know. She gets it from your side of the family." She teased. Sam opened the door for her. "Okay fine. Goodnight Sam."

"Have fun, Janet." She closed the door as Janet exited the house.

**

The next couple of hours went by uneventfully. Cassandra eventually emerged from her room. The two sat in the dining room eating dinner as Cassie did homework. Sam going over a Stargate related project.

Sam tried to concentrate. But it was hard. Really hard. Her mind kept going back to Cassandra's earlier statement. All these years Sam had known Janet, she had no idea. She felt as if Janet, her best friend, had been leading a double life. On some level, the doctor had. For some reason, Janet felt it necessary to keep this aspect of herself from Sam. She supposed it was due to their jobs. While the military tried to portray itself as modern, Janet's sexuality could have serious ramifications to her career.

Then there was the dress. That damn dress. Thoughts of Janet and the little black number kept creeping into Sam's head. The way it revealed her figure yet kept you guessing and wanting it to reveal more.

Sam decided she had to know more. More about this new life her friend had been keeping from her. The answers buried within the girl sitting across the table.

"Cass?"

"Yeah." The girl mumbled between bites of pizza.

"How long has Janet been seeing this woman?"

"Brennn-dah?" The girl exaggerated the name. "About two months, I guess. Maybe longer, they were seeing each other a bit before Janet brought her home to meet me."

"Do you think it's serious?"

"God I hope not." The girl rolled her eyes. "I'm not sure how much more of Brennn-dah I can take."

"So, she dates a lot then?"

"No, not really." Cassie stopped for a moment gathering her thoughts. "This is like the first serious girlfriend she's had in ages."

It made sense, Sam supposed. With Janet's workload and adoption of Cassandra probably didn't leave much room for a social life.

"She was with someone when I first moved in." Cassie continued. "I don't think Maggie liked me too much. I heard them arguing about me once. Janet broke up with her after that."

Good, Sam thought. She remembered when they first brought Cass through the Stargate. Janet took to the girl immediately. So did Sam. When it was revealed the Goa'uld had placed a bomb within the child both Sam and Janet worked until exhaustion to find a solution. It broke Janet's heart when she realized there wasn't anything they could do and Cassie would die. If this Maggie person couldn't understand the bond that Janet had with Cassandra, then she just wasn't good enough. For Janet or Cassandra.

"I felt bad." The girl continued. "They'd been together for a couple years. Janet chose me over her."

"Hey," Sam consoled the girl. "Janet made the right choice. If I know her, she wouldn't want to be with anyone who doesn't love you as much as she does."

"I know. It's just that I know how lonely she gets sometimes. I don't want her to be alone because of me." She stated sheepishly, Sam's heart breaking as she did. "Everyone deserves to be happy, don't they?"

"Yes, yes they do."

**

Janet slid her key carefully into the lock, trying her hardest to make as little noise as possible. She opened the door. Silently, she cursed herself for not fixing that squeak when she had the chance. The door groaned loudly sounding like an old boat.

"Young lady, you know the penalty for coming home after curfew."

"Hi Sam." Janet squeaked slightly surprised. "I didn't realize you were awake."

"Kinda hard to sleep with that front door of yours." She stood from the couch noticing Janet bundling herself in her coat. Sam glanced down at her watch, noting the time. "2:30, jeez Janet, that must have been some play."

"Um, how's Cassie?"

"She's fine. Went to sleep a couple hours ago." As Janet stepped into the light, Sam noted her appearance. Disheveled was the word that first came to mind. Her hair looked slightly mussed. Lipstick not as defined as when she left. And Sam could have sworn she saw a hickey on the doctor's neck right before Janet pulled up her collar.

"You don't have to leave."

"Naw, I was planning to take my bike to the shop before I left for work." Sam stated. Her mind tripped on the words as they spilled out of her mouth.

"Oh, okay. Well, I'm going to go check on Cassie." Sam watched as the woman made her way up the stairs.

"Hey Janet." She turned towards her. For just a moment, Sam thought she felt her heart skip a beat. "You're doing a great job with Cass. You know that don't you?"

Janet beamed down at her. "She makes it easy. Goodnight Sam."

"Goodnight Janet."

Chapter Two

Sam pulled her pick-up into the gas station. Her radio blasting the classic rock tune at an ear-shattering decibel. Slamming the door shut, Sam approached the vestibule, hands digging into her pockets to feed the machine.

"Shit." Sam started patting herself down, checking every pocket on her person. She'd left her wallet at Janet's. Groaning, Sam hopped back into her truck, turned the ignition and pointed the steering wheel back to where she came from.

Minutes later, Sam was back in Janet's driveway. She pulled the spare key from her key-chain sliding it into the lock. Using a trick Cassie had taught her, Sam lifted the door slightly taking the pressure off the hinges thereby avoiding the god-awful squeaking noise.

Finding her wallet, Sam tucked it into her pocket. She could hear hushed voices coming from upstairs. Knowing the voices were Janet and Cass, Sam decided to say goodnight to the two of them.

She could see soft light spilling from a crack in Cassie's door into the hallway. Cautiously, Sam approached the open door. Although whispering, Sam could make out Janet and Cassie's voices clearly.

"Are you two serious?" She heard Cassandra ask Janet.

"I don't know if serious is the right word. Brenda's fun, but I don't think she's a relationship kinda person. Why? Don't you like her?"

Cassandra answered with silence.

"You don't like her, do you? Aw, Cass, why didn't you say something?"

"It's not like you go out all the time. I didn't want to ruin it."

"Cass, how can I be happy if you're not?"

"Mom." The girl sighed sounding embarrassed. "You should stop worrying about me so much, I'm.."

"I know." Janet interrupted her, "You're fourteen years old now."

"I just think you could do so much better."

Another pregnant paused filled the air. "Oh really? Any suggestions little Miss Match Maker."

"What about Sam?" The girl asked. Sam blinked, surprised at the mention of her name.

"Cassie, we've had this conversation before."

"Aw, c'mon Mom. You like her don't you. Admit it, you think she's hot."

"Okay, fine, I think she's hot." The two erupted into a fit of giggles. At the same time, the temperature of Sam's ears closely approached the burning mark.

"And?" Cassandra egged her mother on.

"And, she has the cutest little smirk, and the most beautiful eyes." Samantha heard Janet sigh, a slight giggle forming in the back of Janet's throat. "Plus she has a cute butt."

The two burst into another fit of giggles. Sam could feel her mouth pulling into a smile.

"So what's the problem?" Cassandra whined. "I know you two would be great together."

"The problem is, as I've told you oh so many times, Sam's straight."

"Are you sure? I mean, did you see what she was wearing?"

"Hey!" Janet interjected just as Sam looked down at her outfit trying to figure out what exactly was wrong with a t-shirt, jeans and combat boots. "I like what Sam wears."

"Yeah, those jeans show off her cute butt. Ow!" The girl cried between laughs. "You didn't have to pinch me."

"No I didn't but it sure felt good. Like I said Sam's straight and I'm not. She just doesn't feel for me the same way I feel for her."

"But do you love her?" Sam stopped breathing. Her heart pounded in her ears threatening to burst through her chest. The realization of their conversation washing over her like a tide, a mass of new information pouring into her brain. It jumbled and zig-zagged as the edge of comprehension alluded Sam. The answer to Cassandra's question hung on the tip of Janet's tongue.

"It's complicated." Janet answered the girl.

"Complicated is one of those words adults use when they don't wanna talk about something."

"Are you sure you're fourteen? 'Cuz I swear I'm talking to someone who's thirty."

"I've been told I'm very mature for my age."

"Uh-huh. Just don't let it go to your head." Janet paused. From the crack in the door Sam could see the woman running her hand through Cassandra's bangs. "You like Sam don't you?"

"I like her a heckuva a lot more than Brennn-dah."

She heard Janet sigh, then a slight giggle escape the woman's throat. Figuring that she'd heard enough and anymore would reveal her presence, Sam turned and quietly left Janet's home.

**

Sam arrived to work an hour early. Sleep had been an elusive creature. Thoughts of Janet and her conversation with Cassie riddled her mind. Cassie' s bombshell about Janet's social and personal life wreaked havoc with Sam's psyche. The revelation that Janet, her best friend, was in love with her caused even more.

Tossing and turning Sam thought about Janet, and that dress, wondering what activities occurred in that dress. Even if it was with Brennn-dah. She'd never thought of the doctor as anything more than a friend. So, it troubled her when she closed her eyes and all she saw on the back of her eyelids was Janet, the curves of her body, the highlights in her hair and how it complemented her face and eyes. The light scent of her perfume that even now Sam could still smell.

Every time Sam drifted off to sleep these thoughts popped in her head snapping her awake, her heart palpitating, breath ragged and a light sheen of sweat across her body.

Rather than try to maintain the futile attempt of sleep, Sam showered, dressed and went to work. A small office filled with all things scientific seemed the perfect solution to Sam's troubled mind.

Except, the harder Sam worked the harder it became to concentrate. Her eyes kept wandering to the clock counting down the minutes until Janet arrived.

She could hear the familiar sound of Janet's shoes as the doctor made her way into the room.

"Morning Sam." Janet chirped taking a drink from her coffee mug. Dressed in her usual uniform, the only change a black turtleneck worn underneath the pressed shirt.

"Morning." Sam muttered back trying her hardest to look busy. She glanced at the doctor, peering up from her microscope. Janet set her briefcase down gathering some files before taking the seat next to Sam.

The two sat in relative silence. Janet busy with her work, Sam attempting to look engrossed in hers.

"Janet?" The Major broke the silence.

"Mmm?"

"Is there something you wanna tell me?" Janet stared at her friend quizzically. "Cassie told me you had a date last night. With Brenda."

"Oh boy." Were the only words that slipped out of the doctor's mouth.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Janet inhaled deeply trying to find the right words. "I don't know. Fear, I guess."

"Of me?" Sam asked flabbergasted. "Janet, you're my best friend. Did you really think I'd hate you."

"No, of course not. I just," She paused for a second, "Closets are funny things. They make you paranoid. It's worse when you're half in, half out."

"You don't have to hide from me, Janet. You and Cassie are a part of my life. When I think back on these last years, the one thing that's always constant, it's you. I want to be there for you just like you've always been there for me."

Sam walked towards her friend. Janet stood with her back to the woman. As Sam turned her around she could see the tears welling in Janet's eyes. Sam wrapped her arms around Janet pulling the woman into an embrace. Janet hesitated feeling those strong arms around her before her hands inched up wrapping around Sam's waist.

They stood like this for several moments. Until Janet regained her composure pushing her self out of Sam's embrace, taking a moment to wipe the tears from her eyes.

"What else did Cassandra say?"

"She told me about Brennn-dah." Janet rolled her eyes as Sam exaggerated the name. "How serious is it between you two?"

"Well, we're not planning on exchanging rings in a commitment ceremony, if that's what you're asking." Janet sat down across from Sam. "I guess you could call it a serious fling. It's nice to be able to connect with someone on an emotional and romantic level."

"You don't think it'll last?"

"That's an odd question."

"I'm just going by what you said." Sam stuttered, groaning inwardly as she tipped her hand. She could see the wheels turning in Janet's mind.

"Is there something you'd like to tell me, Major?"

"Um," Sam ran a hand through her hair. "I left my wallet last night. When I came back, I overheard you and Cassie talking."

"Oh." Janet's eyes went wide, her face starting to blush. "Oh!"

"I didn't hear much. Just that Cassie doesn't like her and you do."

"Brenda can be a little forward. She and Cassie have such similar personalities. Cassie's ambivalence doesn't surprise me. You put enough A-type females in one room and there's bound to be clashes."

"Is she good to you?"

Janet sighed, a wistful expression on her face. "Yes, she is."

"I take it the nookie's good too."

"Sam!" The doctor gasped, turning an even deeper shade of red.

"What? It definitely explains why you've been wearing so many turtlenecks this summer. I didn't realize that hickey's were making a come back." Janet gasped swiveling her chair away from her friend. Sam could see the corner of her mouth upturned into a smile.

"So, is she hot in the sack?"

"Sam!"

"C'mon, does she make your toes curl and your knuckles sweat?"

Janet grabbed the nearest stack of papers rustling them as she tried to look busy. "I'm not talking about this with you."

"What about her butt?" Sam's mouth suddenly snapped shut as Janet looked back, an eyebrow cocking.

"Sam, just exactly how much of our conversation did you hear?"

Sam tucked her hands in her pockets, eyes suddenly cast upward. She started whistling, feigning ignorance. At the same time, her ears and face burned red with embarrassment.

"Sam." Janet chided. She didn't know exactly how much the woman knew. Part of her really didn't want to know either.

The phone on Janet's desk began to ring. Sam sighed in relief as Janet answered the phone.

"Dr. Fraiser." Janet glared at Sam putting on her best angry face. "Yes sir..Carter's here..we're on our way."

Janet set the phone down. "You're in luck, Gen. Hammond needs us in the conference room."

"Great." Sam slapped her hands together. She walked towards the door holding the entrance for Janet.

"Beauty before youth, I take it."

"Maybe," Sam smirked following the doctor. "Or maybe I just don't want you looking at my cute butt."

Janet gasped stopping dead in her tracks. Sam casually strode past grinning from ear to ear.

Chapter Three

The meeting lasted less than 45 minutes. To Sam, the 45 minute meeting was the longest most excruciatingly boring thing she'd participated in. She chuckled lightly at the realization that Col. O'Neill probably took better notes than she did. Which was a good thing since she'd barely paid attention.

Her thoughts continued to meander to the subject of Janet. Every now and then, her eyes would glance over at the doctor. Seeing with her 'new eyes' taking in the doctor's features, soft auburn hair, deep brown eyes, flawless light caramel colored skin.

Occasionally, Sam would glance up to see Janet staring at her. She would immediately focus her attentions back at the General, or whoever was speaking. Always with a slight blush creeping onto her face.

The meeting adjourned quickly although Sam's torture did not. She was forced to endure more briefings, discussions with Daniel, Jack, and Teal'c, followed by endless conversations.

When a reprieve from all the meetings materialized, Sam found herself making a beeline straight to Medical, and Janet. She found the doctor sitting at her desk, back to the door, phone glued to her head.

"I should be home around 6:30." Janet stated softly. "Maybe." She flirted. "You should see some of my other outfits."

Sam felt something twitch in her stomach. A sense of arousal just as seeds of anger pumped into her system. She brought her hand up to her mouth, faking a cough. Janet jerked in her chair startled at the interruption. She swiveled around facing the Major.

"I'll see you tonight. I gotta go." Janet hung up the phone. "Major?"

"Was that Brennn-dah?"

"Yes, it was." She stood from her chair walking over to file paperwork.

"I hate her."

"You don't even know her."

"Don't have to." Sam paused as Janet smiled at her. "Do you love her?"

"I don't know, it's complicated."

"Ah, complicated. That magical, wondrous word that means 'I don't want to talk about it'."

"Exactly."

"Is it complicated because you don't love her or because you love me?"

"Sam." Janet sighed, feeling as if someone had punched her in the stomach.

"Janet." Sam cupped Janet's chin forcing the eye contact. "Is it true? Is that why you didn't tell me?"

"Damn you Samantha. It was much easier when you didn't know."

"Why?"

"Do you think you knowing makes it hurts any less?"

"Why, because you think I won't love you back?"

"Don't do this to me Samantha."

"You think this is harder for you? Janet, I learned something yesterday that changed everything. Don't you think we owe to ourselves to at least try?"

"No!"

"What? Because of Brenda?"

"No, because I've been here before Sam. I don't want to be an experiment or a fling."

"Brenda's not a fling?"

"Maybe she is. But at least I know with her, when it's over she won't go running back to men."

"How can you be so afraid of the future when it's what we feel now that's important? You've shown me a part of myself that I didn't even know existed. How can we just go back to how it was before?"

"Because we have to. Because I have to."

Sam sighed knowing the conversation was going no where. Janet was quickly putting up a wall between them. A slow logical conversation wouldn't tear the wall down. Sam needed to think fast, keep the sliver of hope alive.

"Okay, fine. Kiss me."

"What?"

"You heard me. Kiss me. Show me that you can just hit the reset button, put everything back into the box."

Janet stammered frozen in her tracks. It would be so easy to turn away, to turn from Sam and her invitation. That's what she wanted to do. What her head told her to do. Instead, logic flew out the window as her heart took over. Janet stepped towards Sam, her hand immediately going to touch Sam's face.

Sam closed her eyes as Janet touched her, softly caressed her face, feeling those delicate fingers sear into her flesh. She felt Janet's thumb lightly grazing her lips exploring the soft skin. Her heart felt like it would burst as time stopped and all she felt, all she knew were those fingers on her flesh and the heat of the body so close to hers.

She dipped her head allowing Janet to fill the space between them. Tenderly, Janet pressed her lips to Sam's. The moan that escaped her throat soft and sensual just like the lips pressed to her own. Her hands, once slack at her sides, dared to slide up resting on Janet's hips, pulling the woman closer. She felt hands on her neck, in her hair, boldening, increasing the contact between them.

Sam exhaled softly. Janet taking the opportunity to flick her tongue across Sam's parted lips. Jolts of electricity cascaded into Sam's body as she accepted the invitation and their tongues danced.

Sam had kissed, had touched, felt, tasted, done this exact same thing many times before. But nothing quite prepared her for the assault that kissing Janet had on her senses. How someone so seemingly small and delicate could elicit such powerful emotions. She wanted time to end, to freeze this moment and stay in Janet's embrace forever.

Then it all ended.

Janet pulled back breaking their kiss, Sam's body screaming as she did. She felt Janet rest her head on her shoulder arms wrapping around her.

"Wow." Sam mumbled breathlessly.

Janet tried to pull away, Sam's arms tightening around her as she did. Sam opened her eyes to look down at her friend, soft brown eyes returning her gaze filling with tears.

"Let it go Sam. Let me go."

"I can't."

"Please." Janet whispered. Sam's arms released their hold. She could feel Janet pulling away from her. The space between them a chasm as Sam's body screamed for the lost contact.

Janet turned from her preferring the safety of her desk as she sat down. Feeling dejected, Sam exited Janet's office. Thankful for the empty hallway, Sam tried her best to regain her composure. Rubbing the tears from her eyes.

She wanted to walk down the hallway. Away from Janet and her feelings. To forget everything she now knew and felt. She wanted to slip back into the Sam that existed just a day ago.

But she couldn't. Couldn't put things back as they were just as easily as Pandora couldn't put chaos back into the box. Sam couldn't return to the way things were, but more than anything Sam wouldn't.

She didn't want to suppress the feelings that roiled and churned within her. Sam, more than anything, was a fighter. The fighter within her that protested loudly for her easy compliance. The one that spun Sam on her heel and back into Janet's office.

"No!" Sam stated firmly to a shocked Janet.

"What?"

"I won't go back, Janet. And I can't believe that you would ask me to. Would even want me to."

She crossed the breach between them, sitting on her knees before Janet.

"How can you ask me to go back to the darkness now that I can see? You say that you're scared. Well guess what? So am I. Janet, I'm terrified. Terrified of what I know, what I feel. But I would rather be terrified and face my feelings than turn tail and run, denying they ever existed."

"Sam, please." Janet pleaded with her. "This is for the best."

"No, it's not. And if I thought for a second you believed that, I wouldn't be here now. When Cassandra told me about Brenda, I was shocked. And when I saw you in that dress, I got insanely jealous. I'd never seen anything more beautiful in my life. And when I heard you say you loved me. You gave me hope. Maybe you can live going back to the way it was before. But I can't. At least not without a fight."

She paused. Blue eyes boring into Janet trying to pierce her soul. Sam rose on her knees. Grabbed Janet's legs behind the knees, she pulled the woman towards her sliding between her legs.

"I want you Janet. More than I've wanted anything in my life. When you're in that dress I want to know that it's for me. To feel you next to me when I go to sleep and see your face when I wake up. I want to feel your skin on my fingers. When you have hickeys on your neck I want to be the one to put them there."

She leaned in close to Janet. The woman's breathing turned ragged, as her eyes softly clouded. Sam leaned in closer her mouth a hair's breath from Janet's ear. "I want to make love to you Janet. To know what your face looks like when I make you come. Hear my name on your lips. Taste you on my tongue."

She cupped Janet's face with her hands, crashing their lips together. Janet mewled softly to her touch, opened her mouth as Sam's tongue demanded entry. They kissed hard, passionately until their rising passion ebbed and all that was left was the question of where to go next. Sam answered releasing her hold on Janet's face. She caressed Janet's chin with the back of her hand, memorizing her face.

"You do what you have to do Janet. Go back to Brenda." Sam rose to her feet backing away from the woman heading towards the door. "Just be sure to tell her that she no longer just has you. She has some competition."

Sam exited the room closing the door behind her. She leaned against the wall, a hand coming up to touch her mouth. She could still taste and feel Janet's lips against hers. A giggle escaped the Major's throat as she tried to suppress the emotions bubbling through her system.

"Oh boy." Sam exhaled as she slowly walked down the corridor wondering what exactly she'd just gotten herself into.

The End

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