Bridging The Chasm of Doubt
By MajorDoc
Part 5
SGC Briefing Room 0900
General Hammond sat at the head of the oblong table. Colonel O'Neill and Teal'c sat to his right and Captain Carter and Daniel Jackson to his left.
"The telemetry received from the MALP sent to PX1-027 revealed a desolate immediate area surrounding the Stargate." Carter paused the video and walked to the screen.
"You can clearly see here," she pointed indicating an area off to the right of the gate. "This is where I believe the DHD is hidden among the overgrowth. A large energy reading was detected in that general vicinity."
"What if the DHD doesn't work, Captain?"
"We can dial manually and take an alternate power source to open the gate, Sir."
The General chewed at his bottom lip. "I'm not sure I like the idea of not having a definite way to gate home."
Carter's face fell. "General, if I may, Sir? We all know the risks involved. There are going to be some planets that either won't have a DHD or have a malfunctioning one. That shouldn't prevent us from exploring."
O'Neill raised his index finger. "Carter's got a point, General." Her enthusiasm was infectious. "We can handle a broken DHD. Our problem is finding a way to beat the Goa'uld. We're not going to do that by sitting on our asses and scratching our cosmic heads." He would never be mistaken as a diplomat.
"What Jack is trying to say, General," Daniel quickly interrupted and Jack glared at him. "Even though the Stargate Program is in its infancy, we have learned so much already." He paused to lick his lips. "The main thing we have learned is there is a threat out there," he waved his hands, "that is greater than any other enemy this world has ever encountered. We bloodied Apophis's nose and he will not be content to let that go unpunished for very long."
"What Daniel Jackson says is true," Teal'c agreed. "Apophis is surely planning an attack on Earth as we speak. It is only a matter of how and when."
"I want more time to ensure the safety of the teams." The General raised his hand to silence the protests from around the table. "Just until the MALP can gather more information." He addressed Captain Carter. "I want you to run the MALP, Captain."
"Yes, Sir."
"Dismissed."
SG-1 remained as Hammond exited the briefing room. Carter, clearly upset, pushed back from the table with a groan.
"What's the matter, Carter?" asked O'Neill. "He didn't say we couldn't go. You just have to prove we're not going to get stuck off-world or killed."
"Yes, Sir." She agreed. The quicker she got started, the quicker her weekend with a certain gorgeous doctor approached. A small smile graced her features making her blue eyes twinkle.
The Control Room bustled with activity. Carter finished programming the computer set to control the MALP and declared it ready for recon of PX1-027.
Sgt. Siler ran a last minute check on the gate. "All ready here, Sir," he informed the Captain.
"Okay, Sarge." She turned and addressed the rest of the workers in the room. "Let's get started."
She directed her gaze to the nervous young man to her right. "Lt. Simmons, dial it up," she ordered.
Once the seventh chevron locked, the gate exploded into an impressive mass of whirling blue liquid, opening a direct wormhole to PX1-027. The monitor in front of Carter projected a picture immediately beyond the gate. Before she commanded the MALP forward, she panned the camera 360 degrees. No new surprises since the last transmissions. It started down the ramp angling toward the overgrowth where she suspected the DHD was hidden from view. The energy level matched the previous spike.
"I want to see if we can determine exactly what's in there." She manipulated the clumsy machine closer to the deep thicket. "There." She pointed. A flash of red as the camera zoomed in on its intended target, and then the now familiar symbols of the Stargate came into view.
"The DHD?" Simmons asked.
"Yeah. The amount of energy emanating from it would indicate a working DHD." Carter could not contain a huge triumphant grin.
The Captain maneuvered the MALP back and away from the DHD. "Ready for a road trip, gentlemen?" She rubbed her hands together, barely able to contain her enthusiasm.
An unused path of sorts lead away from the gate. The topography consisted of mostly flat land with some mountains in the near distance. A thriving green forest covered the area toward the west. The MALP slowly rolled down the path collecting data.
Two hours later, the painstaking journey reached the foothills of a much larger mountain range. The tedious process of engaging and disengaging the wormhole every thirty minutes and mapping and cataloging information gave Carter a headache. She massaged her temples and sighed. General Hammond's reflection appeared in the window in front of her.
"What have you found, Captain?"
"Sir," she turned to face her superior. "We were able to get a much closer look and positively identified the DHD. The amount of energy detected suggests it is in working order." She tilted her head toward the monitor, which projected the view of the foothills. "These dark areas," she began, "appear to be openings to a vast system of caves." Carter was in her element. Unconsciously tapping her fingers on the desk, she practically hummed with anticipation.
"We were about to explore the closest cave. I don't expect the MALP to navigate much once the terrain gets rougher, but I think we can accumulate enough information to justify a jump, Sir."
With wide glazed eyes, Carter studied the dark images of the huge cavern. "Simmons, switch on the flood lights." She was so engrossed with the pictures she completely forgot Hammond still stood over her.
"Captain, don't work much longer. You've had the gate open for over two hours now. Once this wormhole disengages, call it a day." Her pale complexion and the slight sag of her shoulders told him she was overextending herself yet again. He made a mental note to have O'Neill keep a tighter reign on her hours spent working. If that did not work, then he would call on the big dog. He doubted Dr. Fraiser ever had trouble getting people to adhere to her orders.
Hammond motioned her away from the computer. His facial expression and tone softened. "Sam, you have to stop pushing yourself so hard."
She opened her mouth to protest, but the utter look of fatherly disapproval stopped her. "Yes, Sir," she conceded. "If we find anything interesting I'll have Daniel take a look."
"You do that, then go home. That's an order. I don't want to see or hear about you on base this weekend. Do I make myself clear, Sam?" His smile belied his gruff voice.
"Crystal, Sir." Even though she was eager to begin spending some time with Janet, she still felt annoyed by the fact Hammond placed limits on her time. Some of her most creative ideas occurred late at night while the base was empty and quiet.
She watched Hammond as he climbed the stairs to his office. She knew his concerns for her were genuine. Sam had known George Hammond for as long as she could remember. He and her father, General Jacob Carter, were best friends for many years. In countless ways, he was more of a father than Jacob. Especially since her mother's death and her joining the Air Force. Where her father was cold and demanding, Hammond constantly offered support and encouragement.
"Captain, I think you should take a look at this." Simmons excited tone ended her musings.
She quickly strode back to the monitor. The illuminated walls depicted a multitude of drawings and runes. The majority of which consisted of pictorials showing the enslavement of an entire world by a large central figure with glowing eyes. The Eye of Ra clearly decorated the man's chest.
"Record as much of this as you can before the wormhole disengages." She glanced at her watch. Ten more minutes. More than enough time to document this civilizations probable demise, and give Daniel sufficient information to decipher for at least the weekend.
Thirty minutes later, SG-1 again assembled in the Briefing Room with the General. "So what you are saying, Dr. Jackson, is that Ra once conquered, enslaved, and then killed these people. I thought the Goa'uld thrived on worshipers?" Hammond asked.
"They get off on power. The power to do anything that pleases them." Daniel flipped a few pages of his notebook. "Who knows what caused Ra to annihilate these people. The answer could be there. Sam didn't have enough time to record all the information on the cave walls, and there are many more caves yet to be explored." Daniel subtly hinted.
"The caves have been undisturbed for a long time." O'Neill pointed out. "Threat assessment seems low. Looks like we might learn something about the Goa'uld, at least maybe Ra." He doodled on the paper in front of him.
"Ra is dead." The General pointed out.
"Yes, Sir." Carter interjected. She looked at O'Neill as he shrugged his shoulder and frowned. "Fairly sure, Sir," she stuttered. Her scowl matched the colonel's. "The point is, Sir," she continued. "Any information we learn about the Goa'uld could possibly give us an advantage when Apophis, or anyone else, decides to attack."
All eyes rested on Hammond. He sat stone faced and silent mulling over their options. Abruptly he reached his decision. The Goa'uld were coming, and, as the first line of defense, they were totally unprepared for an attack of that magnitude. "You have a go, people." He gazed at the clock on the wall. "Due to the late hour and the weekend approaching, the jump to PX1-027 will tentatively be set on Monday." Before they could protest he added, "Those caves have been undisturbed for years, a few more days won't matter. Dismissed."
A chorus of 'yes sirs' met the General's ears as he rose from his chair. He addressed O'Neill. "Jack, I need to speak with you." The men held a whispered conversation in the corner of the room.
Teal'c, Daniel, and Sam remained seated. "Teal'c, I could use your help with some of the translations."
Teal'c dipped his head in acknowledgement.
Daniel hurriedly picked up his various books and quickly moved to catch Carter before she left. "Sam," he shouted. "Wait up. How about some dinner with Teal'c and me, and then we can get to work on the translations?"
"Sorry, Daniel." She noticed both the General and O'Neill suddenly were very interested in her conversation with the archaeologist. "I've already made plans for this weekend." She flashed an apologetic smile.
"Okay. See you on Monday."
"Captain Carter." Teal'c said in parting as he and Daniel headed for the mess.
Carter hastily retreated before O'Neill knew she was gone. She made it to her lab and thought she was clear and free. She checked her e-mail for anything new that might need taken care of before she headed home. As she waited, she walked over to her workbench and fiddled with the UAV she was currently working on. Soon they would have a more accessible way to scout new worlds. The MALP performed well within its limitations, but an aerial view of a much larger area would prove more efficient.
The computer signaled ten new messages and Carter quickly scrolled through them. Only one immediately caught her attention.
Sam,
I guess you've been busy too. I called earlier, but you were working on something in the Gate Room. Drop by my office before you leave and we can finalize our plans.
Janet
She scanned the remaining e-mails and found nothing that needed her immediate attention. Walking to the workbench again, she collected a notebook and few scratch pads full of equations.
"Knock, knock."
"Sir." Damn. Not fast enough.
O'Neill leaned in the doorway with hands in his pockets. "When you told Daniel you had plans, I thought maybe you were giving him the brush off. Looks like I was right," he admonished. "You know, Carter, all work and no play.... yada, yada."
"Actually, Sir, I am preparing to sign out now." She gracefully moved around the room securing the lab. She packed her laptop, notebook, and a few journals into her satchel and slung it over her shoulder. Grabbing her leather coat she fished for the keys.
"Great. I'm on my way out, too. Let's grab a few beers and something to eat." He looked forward to some time alone with her. He knew he shouldn't, regulations frowned on that sort of thing, but he had done it in the past without recrimination.
"Sir, I really have made plans."
He gave her a doubtful look. He surmised she packed enough work in her bag to keep her busy the entire time she was away from the base. "Look, I'll be honest here. Hammond said you've been working too much lately." He pointed to the partially assembled UAV. "You're working on that and mapping PX1-027. In addition to whatever else you've got floating around up there." He tapped her forehead. "I promised the General I would see to it you backed off a bit." He had been trying to get her to relax for weeks now. She did not socialize much, and when she did, it was always with the team. He was eager to get to know her much better, without the team.
"I agree, Colonel. I have been overextending and I plan on a very relaxing weekend." She ushered him out the door and locked the lab.
She had surprised him. He expected a fight, not an agreement. He would have to trust she was being truthful. If not, he would have to go to Plan B. He was sure Doc Fraiser could put the fear of God in anyone.
"I'll walk out with you, Carter."
"I need a few more things out of my quarters before I leave. You go ahead. I'll see you on Monday. Have a good weekend, Sir." Carter hoped she wasn't too abrupt, but sometimes he could be quite dense, and he was beginning to make her feel uncomfortable.
"Yeah, sure. You too, Carter." No way in hell did he believe her now. Time to make a phone call.
Dr. Fraiser was having a very bad day. The infirmary was unusually busy. She expected to have a quiet day catching up on the journal she was preparing for the CDC. She found that too much downtime and too much fooling around in the gym were almost as bad as a jump gone terribly wrong. Some members of SG-2 and SG-3 apparently harbored animosity going as far back as the Academy. A volleyball grudge match quickly got out of hand resulting in bruises, sprains, a broken nose, a concussion, and a nasty laceration that required twenty sutures. Her only consolation being she had a captive audience for the stinging reprimand thrown their way. Luckily, only Captain Megan Owens required overnight observation for her minor closed head injury.
To compound her own growing headache, she received a rather bizarre phone call from Colonel O'Neill. He and General Hammond were concerned about Sam's health. They both thought she was working too much and she needed a break. Hammond had gone as far as ordering her away from the base for a couple of days. O'Neill admitted trying to lure her away for dinner and drinks. Alone. The doctor definitely needed to find out what motivated their actions.
A soft knock at the door interrupted her train of thought.
The doctor opened the door to reveal a disheveled, out of breath Sam Carter. The blonde quickly closed the door behind her and with a huge sigh leaned heavily against it.
Janet quirked her left eyebrow. "What the hell is that all about?"
"I'll tell you later." She swooped in for a quick peck on the lips. "Mmm, I missed you today." She dropped her coat and bag to wrap her arms around the smaller woman and kissed her again.
Janet broke the kiss, but not the embrace."Sa-am, you know we shouldn't be doing this here," she chastised even as she pushed her more firmly against the door and kissed Sam within an inch of her life.
Carter managed a strangled moan before necessity caused her to pull away from the doctor's demanding mouth. Panting furiously, she uncoiled the doctor's arms from her neck and gently pushed her back a step. "You are a tease."
"I didn't hear any complaints." She wore a satisfied smirk.
"How could I with your tongue shoved down my throat?" Janet's sultry laugh caused an involuntary shiver down her spine.
Taking her by the hand, Janet led her to an office chair while she hitched her right hip on the edge of the desk with her arms folded across her chest. She allowed a moment for both of their pulses to settle back to some semblance of normal. "Are you finished for the day?"
Sam nodded. "Yeah." She leaned back in the chair and combed her hands through her unruly hair. "How about you?"
"I need to make one final round and report off to Warner." The doctor leaned in and brushed a few arrant blonde bangs. "I won't be long."
"I'll just wait here," she said as the doctor retreated and quietly closed the door behind her.
Janet returned twenty minutes later to find Sam asleep. Her long legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. She marveled at her beauty. She looked almost childlike innocently sleeping with her guard down. Janet hated to wake her, but the small chair could not be comfortable.
"Sam," she gently shook her shoulder. "Sammy, wake up."
She slowly returned to consciousness and opened her eyes. Blinking, she focused on the beauty before her. Sam smiled sheepishly, embarrassed to have fallen asleep. "Sorry, guess I was more tired than I thought."
"I know we planned on spending time together tonight, but if you're too tired......"
"Are you kidding? I've been anxiously waiting for this day to end." She tried to stifle a yawn.
Janet did not look convinced.
"Just one of my famous power naps." Sam stooped to retrieve her leather coat and bag. "Come on, Doc." She hooked their arms and steered the doctor out of the office and eventually the base.
Part 6
The silver SUV pulled into the driveway just ahead of the roaring Indian. Janet juggled the Chinese takeout and her house keys with steady hands as she made her way to the porch. She gracefully ascended the stairs and precariously shifted the burden between her left knee and the door. Unlocking and pushing the door open, she placed the food on the hall table and turned to see what was taking her girlfriend so long. Girlfriend. Yes, she could get used to saying that in a heartbeat.
Janet slowly walked toward the driveway and raked an admiring eye over the lithe blonde figure bent over the large motorcycle. Sam had changed into a pair of faded blue jeans and white blouse after her encounter with O'Neill in the lab. The tight jeans curved her hips and ass like a second skin and the tiny brunette wondered what it would feel like to run her hands over the blue denim. She unconsciously fanned herself as a warm glow crawled its way up her chest and face. Blood pounded in her ears and her breathing came in irregular shallow breaths.
Sam shivered as goose bumps covered her flesh and the short fine hairs on the back of her neck prickled. She unfastened her bag from the back of the bike and turned in time to catch Janet's lust filled eyes caressing her body. A mischievous smile spread across the blonde's features when she realized she had caught Janet ogling her. "See something you like?"
Lust quickly turned to embarrassment. "God, I am so sorry, Sam."
Sam snaked an arm around a narrow waist and kissed her forehead. "Don't be. I rather enjoyed it." Then playfully added, "But not as much as you apparently did."
Janet studied her companion as they ate dinner and chatted about their respective days at work. She was captivated by Sam's account of running the MALP and exploring the caves. She was so passionate about her work. It was hard not to be ensnared by her enthusiasm, and easy to forget exactly why they needed to explore those new worlds. A morose feeling coursed its way through the doctor. She had finally found someone she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, and that person happened to have the most dangerous job conceivable. Life had a very twisted sense of humor.
Sam sensed her change in demeanor and instinctively recognized why she became uneasy. She knew her job was dangerous, but never gave it a second thought. Until now. Now she had the attention of this amazing, intelligent, beautiful woman. She suddenly realized Janet's position as CMO put her in as much danger as jumping to worlds unknown. It was not a comforting thought. They were specialists in their individual fields of science and brought together because of their particular need to be pushed and challenged. Sam had to admit they both were thrill seekers, death defiers. The attraction was undeniable. Reconciliation of the fear would take time, but she knew they could handle anything together.
It was Janet's turn to feel Sam retreat. She needed to steer this conversation into a different direction, so she recounted the tale of the now infamous volleyball match. Soon she had Sam rolling on the floor, her sparkling cobalt blue eyes glistening with laughter. The dark mood broken, both women simply enjoyed the easy friendship.
Empty cartons littered the coffee table. Sam sat on the floor with her back to the couch wearing a satiated smile. She had not eaten all day and the food tasted better than it probably was. Looking at Janet across the table, she suddenly felt the distance between them. Stretching her long legs she motioned for Janet to join her. "C'mere." She guided Janet to sit between her legs and wrapped her arms around a narrow waist. She snuggled closer and rested her chin on her shoulder. "Mmm, much better," she purred in her ear.
Janet leaned back against Sam's soft body. She had never felt more content in her entire life. She turned her head to the side and tenderly caressed Sam's cheek then shifted slightly and cuddled into her shoulder.
A soft snore disrupted her dream. She tried to turn away from the offensive noise, but couldn't move. A lazy blue eye slowly opened and discovered she was sitting on the floor with a sleeping Janet still nestled in her arms. She allowed herself to slowly drift awake basking in the sweet smell of the tiny brunette.
Sam did not want to spend the rest of the night sleeping on Janet's living room floor, but was unwilling to end her embrace so soon. She closed her eyes and tried to recall her dream, but it quickly faded as she became more awake. She knew she had dreamed of Janet and desperately wanted to get it back. All she could remember were deep feelings of love and contentment. She tightened her hold on the smaller woman and deeply sighed. She could not go back to sleep. The floor was too uncomfortable and she needed to stretch her long legs.
"Janet," she whispered as she ran her hand through brown bangs and softly brushed her lips across her brow. "Honey, wake up."
Janet woke with a start immediately alert, a perk of all the long nights taking call during her residency. "He-ey," she smiled as she locked onto piercing blue eyes. She was reluctant to move, but knew Sam must be stiff from lying on the cold floor. She climbed out of the taller woman's lap and pulled her to her feet.
Sam groaned as she was hauled off the floor.
"Your back?" asked the doctor.
The blonde nodded. "Yeah, it's a little stiff." She stretched her long lanky figure. "And my ass." She absently rubbed her bottom. At Janet's questioning look, she added. "It's numb, Doc."
They experienced their first awkward silence since their introduction by General Hammond. This was it. Either Sam stayed the rest of the night or they said their goodbyes and parted company.
Sam panicked as the dilemma of should she stay or go seeped into her addled brain. She absently kicked at the corner of the coffee table, keeping her gaze averted from probing brown orbs. She could not understand the hesitancy that suddenly erupted to the surface.
Janet studied her companion. Her body language screamed uncertainty and doubt. The young doctor understood why she was reticent to give in to her deeply buried emotions. She also knew, without a doubt, she was the one to help her learn to trust again.
Sam jumped when a soft hand took her own. Slowly she turned to look upon those very brown eyes smiling with warmth and understanding. An audible sigh escaped the blonde's lips as she formed a knowing smile of her own. She caressed soft knuckles with her thumb and permitted the smaller woman to head her toward the stairs. With a backward glance she appraised the cluttered room. "Shouldn't we take care of this mess?"
"I'll clean up later." The doctor assessed her with a clinical eye. "We're both dead on our feet. It'll keep till morning."
They climbed the stairs hand in hand. There was no discussion as to where Sam would sleep tonight as Janet directed her to her own bedroom. They both knew this was the next natural progression in their evolving romance.
Sam allowed the smaller woman to pull her into the bedroom. She had fantasized of this exact moment, more times than she cared to admit. Now, standing there with the beauty of her dreams, she suddenly felt vulnerable. She retreated into herself. Fighting the urge to wrap her arms around her exposed body, her hands fell limply to her sides.
Janet closed the distance between them, but stopped short of embracing her. "Sam, I will NEVER hurt you." She stared into impossibly deep blue eyes as a myriad of emotions reflected in the sparkling liquid pools. She could only guess how difficult this was for Sam.
As uncertainty gave way to trust, Sam inched forward begging to be touched by this breathtaking goddess standing before her. The taller woman stooped to bury her head into a soft shoulder and neck as she hugged the smaller woman. Janet wrapped her arms around Sam trailing up her back and neck to run fine-boned fingers through blonde hair. She gently massaged her scalp before urging her head back. Janet's heart soared at the sight of big blue eyes and a huge cheeky grin.
"Sorry about the panic attack," the blonde apologized. "I do want this...you." She sighed and ran a weary hand over her face. "I think I'm just too tired to deal with all these emotions I've kept bottled up for so long."
"I'm not going anywhere," Janet declared as she caressed a pale cheek "We have all the time in the world." She stretched to place a soft kiss on willing lips. She broke the kiss and stepped back to run an appraising eye over her exhausted form. "But, right now you need to get into bed for some much needed sleep."
Sam acquiesced. "Okay, but I need to retrieve my bag from downstairs." She quickly departed.
The brunette watched her retreating form and sighed. Recalling O'Neill's earlier phone call, she vowed to keep a very close eye on Sam. She wanted to question her about his and the General's concerns, but that could wait until tomorrow. The creaking noise of Sam ascending the stairs interrupted her musings.
She strolled in the bedroom with bag in hand and quickly rifled though the contents. She located a plain black t-shirt and a pair of khaki shorts. Not very enticing, but the best she could do on such short notice. She would have to make time to do some clothes shopping in the very near future. She did not have the desire to buy intimate apparel in a long time, but that would change now that she was about to have the lovely doctor share her bed. She could not contain a huge grin at that thought. She chanced a quick glance at Janet, who stood in the walk in closet, just as she pulled her shirt over her head and naked back muscles rippled as she reached around to unclasp her bra.
"Oh, God," Sam quietly breathed. She was tired, not dead. She added much louder, "I'll just be a minute." She fled into the bathroom.
The brunette looked over her shoulder as Sam closed the bathroom door and chuckled as she realized what had spooked the other woman. At least she was not the only one feeling the tension. After donning a long purple nightshirt she moved to the bed and pulled the comforter and sheets back. She decided it would be best to just slip under the covers and wait for Sam to join her. No use in tempting fate.
Finally Sam emerged and stopped dead in her tracks when she spied Janet already in bed. She wondered how she was going to manage to sleep with the woman of her dreams without touching her.
As Sam stood musing, Janet pulled the covers back and patted the bed. "C'mon, Sam. We're too tired to do anything." She raised an eyebrow and smiled. "I want to sleep with your arms around me."
The blonde returned her smile and climbed in. She automatically wrapped strong arms around her and kissed her temple. They snuggled together in the warm bed, Sam on her back and Janet draped over her right side.
"Sam?" She lifted her head slightly to look upon her bedmate. At Sam's raised eyebrow, she continued, "This is nice." She brushed soft lips against the blonde's and lightly caressed a bare firm abdomen before leaning into a delicate ear and whispered, "G'night, baby. Sweet dreams."
Sam groaned and willed her heart rate and breathing back to normal as she ran long, slender fingers casually through brown curls as Janet once again settled onto warm pliant flesh. God, this woman is an insufferable tease. She would most definitely enjoy exploring all levels of the unique, and slightly dangerous, Janet Fraiser.
Slow even breathing informed her the brunette was already fast asleep. As tired as she was, she found it difficult to actually succumb to slumber. There must be some obscure law against sleeping with a beautiful woman without truly sleeping with her. A huge yawn cracked Sam's sleepy face. It was her last conscious thought prior to falling into the first sound uninterrupted sleep she experienced in a long time.
Part 7
The early morning sunshine spilled through the bedroom window illuminating the entwined figures sleeping on the big bed. The brunette shifted her slight frame and slowly drifted awake, her right leg draped across shapely slim hips and her right arm over a firm abdomen. She raised her head from the blonde's t-shirt clad breast to stare into a beautifully relaxed face totally devoid of its usual intensity. She felt privileged to see a part of Sam Carter that very few ever had a chance to witness. Janet vowed she would be the last. She would wait for Sam as long as necessary, not that she thought it would take the blonde woman long to give into her renewed feelings. She saw the love reflected in deep blue eyes every time Sam looked at her. Those expressive eyes were windows into her very soul. Janet shivered remembering how that intense gaze slowly appraised her body. They had only kissed so far, but the hunger behind those eyes more than hinted to the fire simmering just below the surface.
Sam stirred and quietly mumbled incoherently in her sleep. Feather soft wisps of brown hair tickled her neck as she became aware of her surroundings. She tightened her embrace and placed a soft kiss on Janet's forehead. "Good morning, beautiful."
Leaning forward, the diminutive brunette captured moist lips in a proper good morning kiss. "Mmm." She seductively ran her tongue over her lips savoring the kiss. "Yes, it is a good morning." She smiled and laid her head back on her companion's breast, gently massaging soft circles over her quivering abdomen.
So many sensations flooded her at once, too many to catalog. Ecstatic beyond belief, but most of all, she felt completely safe engulfed in the lovely doctor's strong embrace. They lay together quietly enjoying the novelty of waking in each other's arms.
"You know, I could get used to this." Sam admitted with a shy grin.
Janet's head snapped to attention and roving fingers abruptly stopped painting intricate patterns on supple flesh. Sam grasped her hand and intertwined long fingers with smaller delicate ones. She lifted their hands to her waiting mouth and kissed the smaller digits one at a time.
"Know what else I could get used to?" She asked with a mischievous glint in her adorable azure eyes.
The playful shift in Sam's demeanor caught her off guard. "I have no idea," she breathed.
Sam laughed and pounced on the unsuspecting doctor, rolling her onto her back. The abrupt change in position hiked the purple nightshirt, which normally rested below her knees, to expose nicely toned thighs. She quickly straddled her legs and raised clasped hands to rest above Janet's head. She leaned down and pressed her mouth to eager soft lips. Janet flicked her tongue along a moist lower lip eliciting a moan from the excited blonde, and then thrust her tongue between swollen lips to begin a thorough exploration of the moist, warm cavity.
Hands finally free to roam, Sam caressed her flushed face and ran trembling fingers through soft brown locks. Their shared passion escalated as Janet lured her tongue to join her own and deepened the passionate kiss. Sam moaned loudly again when she felt a small soft hand slide under her shirt and gently palmed her firm left breast. Only the need to breathe finally ended the fiery kiss.
Janet continued her ministrations under the black t-shirt prompting the squirming woman to groan. She delighted in coaxing the guttural reaction from her lover and wondered what other reactions she could elicit. While her right hand remained fastened to Sam's pert breast, the other roamed around her muscular back and slipped into her shorts and panties to feel the blonde's bare firm ass. She tightened her grip on the round globe and urged her forward on her thighs.
One need not be a rocket scientist to get the not so subtle hint and she immediately began to rock her hips as she once again took possession of Janet's seductive mouth.
The shrill ring of the phone on the bedside table broke the spell. Eyes glazed and panting heavily, Sam glared at the phone and then back to the delicious woman lying so willingly beneath her. Momentarily torn between the two, she smiled and leaned down for another scorching kiss.
Janet tore her mouth away and groaned. "Honey, you know I have to answer that." She gently pushed a sulking Sam away and reached for the nightstand. She added apologetically, "It might be work." She could not resist sucking on a pouty lower lip as she lifted the phone and cradled it to her chest. With a succulent pop, Janet released her red, swollen lip and without breaking eye contact she answered the phone. "Fraiser." Janet's dilated, dark brown eyes nearly bugged out of her head. She cupped the receiver and whispered to Sam. "It's my mother."
Sam rubbed her hands over squinted eyes and rolled off Janet to rest on her back. "What a mood killer," she groaned. She had been feeling like a teenager again, ruled by barely contained raging hormones, so it was only fitting they got caught making out by one of their parents.
Janet flashed her a sympathetic smile and gracefully hopped off the bed and nervously paced the bedroom. "What? No, no. You didn't interrupt anything." She swiftly walked out of the bedroom. The bedroom she had shared with her female lover. She silently wondered if mothers had a second sight.
"Liar." Echoed through the doorway. She heard Janet's voice grow distant as she descended the stairs. "Damn." She blew shaggy blonde bangs from her forehead. "Time for a cold shower." She jumped off the bed and into the bathroom.
In the kitchen, far away from Sam and temptation, Janet continued her conversation with her mother. The phone call really was not unexpected, simply forgotten. Marjorie Fraiser, Kate to her friends, usually touched base with her only daughter every Saturday the doctor was not on duty. Janet normally loved the instant connection she felt with her mother during these weekly calls. She genuinely missed her family and occasionally felt pangs of guilt over being stationed so far away to a classified project. She considered these weekly chats with her mother a lifeline at times. She so enjoyed hearing about the antics of her two younger brothers, any information, no matter how small, brought her that much closer to her family.
But today was an exception, her mind wandered while her mother filled her in with the latest family happenings and even a little gossip. She heard water running upstairs and smiled at the thought of a naked Sam Carter stepping into her shower. Another image quickly followed of an equally naked Janet Fraiser joining the beautiful blonde as water cascaded seductively over her broad shoulders and down a well toned back. Janet closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip. She needed to stop that train of thought immediately before her mother noticed her lack of participation in the decidedly one-sided conversation. Sam certainly opened her eyes to many new discoveries, one of which consisted of an amazing lack of self-control when thinking about the lovely young woman. Janet simply could not remember a time when she was not in complete control of her emotions prior to meeting the enigmatic captain. She wondered, not for the last time she was sure, how she would deal with these feelings if Sam did not reciprocate them. The doctor silently chastised herself for thinking such negative thoughts; she knew Sam had strong feelings for her as well. She could add insecurity to her ever-growing list of heretofore unknown and undesirable qualities.
With considerable effort, Janet put thoughts of Sam away and concentrated on her mother's voice, which agilely changed the subject to Janet's father, a topic the brunette did not like to speak about under the best of circumstances. Jameson Fraiser was a difficult man to please. He was also retired Army. Growing up the eldest of three children in the Fraiser household was hard under the command of her impassive father, only her mother's enormous capacity for love saved the children from becoming cold, distant adults. Janet knew her father loved them, but was unable to show his feelings. She wished he had been around more when they were young, he may have learned to show his feelings more if he had not been away from the family life for so long. At first, they moved to wherever he was stationed, but as the moves became more frequent and harder on the young children, Marjorie put had her foot down and demanded a home base from which Jameson could come and go as the Army allowed.
Janet listened as her mother casually hinted it would be nice to see her only daughter sometime in the near future. She wondered when her mother had become so proficient in laying guilt trips on her unsuspecting children, and curious if she would ever acquire that ability, but surmised in all likelihood she would not. As a physician, she knew she would never conceive a child, as a woman she never gave up hope of one day being a mother. Janet sighed. That was a dream best dreamed another day, so she carefully directed the conversation to happier topics. A few moments later the phone call ended with Janet's promise to try and visit over her father's birthday in a few months.
She puttered about the kitchen while she had talked with her mother, starting a fresh pot of coffee and baking some blueberry muffins. The shower no longer sounded from upstairs and Janet expected the aroma from the kitchen to send the blonde downstairs any moment.
She was not disappointed when Sam thundered down the stairs and followed her nose into the kitchen. "Mmmm, coffee." She walked over to Janet and hugged the smaller woman before planting a small kiss on her waiting lips. The oven timer sounded and Janet extracted herself to remove the blueberry muffins. Sam's eyebrows disappeared behind wet bangs.
"Coffee and blueberry muffins? Why Doc, you ARE multitalented, aren't you," she teased.
"You have no idea," Janet husked.
Sam considered herself lucky she did not have anything in her mouth at the time or she surely would have choked. Janet chuckled and, taking her by the hand, led the speechless blonde to the table and set a cup of steaming coffee in front of her. Sam wrapped an arm around the tiny waist and guided the smaller woman onto her lap. They sat together enjoying the warm morning sun filtering through the bright kitchen sipping hot coffee from the same cup.
"This is nice, Janet." She placed the coffee cup on the table and turned the brunette around so they were face to face. A soft thumb rhythmically brushed a tanned cheek as hypnotic blue eyes entranced the smaller woman. " I haven't felt this relaxed in a long time." Truth be told, the ever driven soldier/astrophysicist had never felt so peaceful in her entire adult life, and probably most of her childhood. Losing her mother at such a young age scarred the emotionally blossoming teenager more than Sam would, or could, ever admit. It was a testimony to her strength of character and indomitable will that she ever survived the absence of both parents, one to death, the other indifference.
The young doctor silently watched as a myriad of emotions washed over the usually stoic face, content for the moment to give Sam the time to reflect on her feelings. She had no idea how deeply the hidden emotions ran, but the longer she spent in Sam's company the more these buried feelings threatened to surface. The doctor was grateful to be witness to Sam's catharsis. She did not realize she was more than an observer; she was the sole reason behind the young woman's transformation.
Sam could barely contain herself around the beautiful brunette anymore. She knew she was way past the point of no return, and tried to rein those feelings in for fear of scaring the only woman she had ever loved away from her forever. She needed to slow down, but every time she touched her, tasted her, she found her resolve slipping. She wanted Janet, more than that, she desperately needed the passionate woman in her life.
Sam lightly touched her forehead to Janet's and sighed. "I love how you make me feel. I never knew it could be this intense." She moved her head away from the woman shaking in her powerful grasp. "Janet?" She had gone too far, admitted too much. Now she would pay the price.
The young doctor could not sit still as the confession tumbled from her lips. "God, Sam. I've been trying to hold myself back for fear of overwhelming you and frightening you away." She cradled pale cheeks and lovingly caressed soft skin. "I can't lose you now that I know what love truly feels like."
Sam closed her eyes and smiled into soft hands.
"What are you thinking?" Janet's voice was barely above a whisper, afraid to shatter the moment.
"I'm thinking... I think too damn much." Crystal blue eyes opened and intently gazed at the smaller woman in her arms. "I was thinking the same as you. I didn't want to scare you away by telling you so soon," she paused and then continued. " How much I love you."
Janet closed the distance and kissed her love passionately. Moments passed as lips fused together and tongues danced back and forth. Moaning without restraint, Janet slipped her fingers from heated cheeks and ran them through slightly wet blonde hair. When the impassioned kiss finally ended, Janet simply rested her head against Sam's chest content to hear the roaring freight train subside to a much normal rhythm.
Resting her cheek on brown locks, Sam quietly enjoyed the intimate embrace. She remembered a time, what seemed a lifetime ago, sitting in a similar kitchen wrapped in her mother's consoling arms. Little Samantha had fallen and abraded the palm of her hand and her mother had kissed and hugged the little girl until the sting and tears were gone. Her mother had a magical, mysterious way of doing and saying the right things to comfort her only daughter. Sam loved her mother unconditionally as only children can, and missed her more than she could say. Her ability to love and be loved died along with her mother that tragic day. Being with Janet reminded her how she used to feel with her mother, whether she was healing a hurt, reading a bedtime story, or just laughing and playing with her little girl. She always made her feel loved.
The petite woman instinctively sensed the change in her love's mood. She turned questioning brown orbs toward the blonde. "What's wrong, honey? Why are you so sad?" Janet was frightened of the answer, how could admissions of love garner such a sad look?
"I'm sorry, Jan. I was thinking about my mom." She smiled and kissed the feathery crown of her head. "You make me feel so special."
Janet smiled in understanding.
"You would have liked her. She was an amazing woman." Sam's sad expression was heart wrenching.
"She had an amazing daughter." She rested her head once more against her love's chest inhaling her clean scent of shampoo and soap. "You smell good, Sam."
Sam laughed. "All I can smell is coffee and blueberry muffins." She took a lukewarm sip from the cup forgotten on the kitchen table and immediately regretted her actions. "I'll get a fresh cup." She slid out from under the smaller woman and walked to the counter to refill her cup and found another for Janet.
She returned to the table with fresh coffee and muffins and took a chair beside the brunette. "What do you want to do today?" She mumbled around the muffin.
"I really haven't given it much thought."
With a sheepish smile Sam stuttered, "Well.....we...could go for a ride ...on my motorcycle?" The question hung in the air and then punctuated with a huge toothy grin.
"Oh no you don't," protested the doctor. "And don't give me that 'hey, what did I do' look." When the wide smile flashed more white teeth and dimples, Janet knew she was doomed. With a resigned sigh, she hung her head. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she said to no one in particular.
"Excellent." Sam rubbed her hands together and jumped up from her chair to pace the kitchen floor finally to stop behind Janet's chair. She placed a soft kiss on her delicate neck and the doctor tilted her head for better access.
Janet giggled as Sam brushed soft lips against her neck and collarbone. "That tickles," she laughed and reached around to capture roaming lips with her own. When the kiss broke, Sam spun the chair around so they were facing each other.
"Okay, Doc. I'll clean up while you take a shower." She tried to pull the brown haired beauty to her feet intending to jump start her up the stairs, but Janet stubbornly remained seated.
"Can I at least finish my coffee?" She flashed an incredulous look to her impatient love.
The anxious blonde had the good grace to look abashed. "Sorry, I can be impulsive at times," she admitted sheepishly.
Janet's only reaction was an extremely elevated eyebrow. This was definitely a side to Sam the doctor had not expected. Of course she knew Sam was passionate about her work, it only stood to reason that passion would spill over into her personal life as well. It was still odd to see this normally reserved woman acting so out of character.
They did finish breakfast and set their itinerary for the rest of the morning and afternoon, which included a stop at Sam's to collect another helmet and leather jacket for the good doctor before heading to the mountains.
Standing next to the massive motorcycle, Janet began to have second thoughts about riding on something so open and, in her mind, out of control. She trusted Sam knew how to handle the bike and would keep her safe, but it just went against everything she instinctively felt about riding something so dangerous. She felt Sam approach and gave her a skeptical look.
The blonde held her leather jacket out for Janet. "What are you going to wear if I have your leather on?" Sam ignored her and helped her into the large jacket and suppressed a chuckle once it was on the smaller woman. Her hands were completely hidden and the jacket almost reached her knees. Sam zipped the jacket and reached for the helmet. "Sam, I'm not wearing the jacket and the helmet. What about you, what if we wreck?"
Sam straddled the bike. "It's not like I've never ridden without a helmet before." As soon as the words left her mouth she knew she had made a grave error.
Huge brown eyes stared in accusation. "Samantha Carter, I can NOT believe you just said that to me, your doctor."
Sam rolled her baby blues and in a defiant tone spat, "I have NEVER put the bike down with someone riding with me."
"And that's supposed to make me feel better?" she shouted.
A fun afternoon ride had taken a surreal turn, and if something was not done, and done soon, the rest of the day and quite possibly what remained of the weekend, would be a total disaster. Sam made a quick decision. "Just get on the damn bike, Janet," she said as a matter of fact, but silently hoped she had not ruined everything.
The little dynamo stood with sleeves crossed and mad as hell. "Or what, Captain?" she challenged.
"You'll miss the ride of your life, baby." She offered her right hand and when Janet did not immediately take it, she let loose the Carter smile.
Shaking her head and looking towards the sky she said, "You know, one of these days that smile is gonna get you into so much trouble."
She had not completely screwed up if Janet was still talking to her. She chanced another smart-ass comment. "But not today?"
Janet took the proffered hand, "No Sammy, not today." She unleashed her own devastating smile as Sam adjusted the helmet and helped her onto the back of the bike. Before Sam could say anything, she felt strong arms embrace her from behind.
The engine roared to life and Sam shouted, "Just lean with me and hold on."
As they slowly pulled out of the driveway and onto the open road, Janet squealed and tightened her hold around a very familiar body. Maybe this won't be so bad after all.
Part 8
The women lazed in the shade provided by several tall pine trees with an excellent view of a crystal clear lake at the foot of a towering mountain. The very secluded clearing looked picture perfect, the only thing missing was a cabin. Janet turned on her left side to watch her dozing love. Her life had completely turned upside down, and then some. She never would have thought in a million years her posting to one of, if not THE most top-secret project, would provide her with the golden opportunity to meet and fall in love with the most desirable woman on the planet. Samantha Carter was undeniably the most intelligent and beautiful woman she had ever meet. The brunette propped her head in her left hand and toyed with the blonde's unruly bangs. She had helmet hair, but the doctor would never admit that, knowing the sometimes impetuous rider would use that argument against wearing the protective gear. The doctor shuddered to think what could happen to Sam if she continued to ride without a helmet. She had seen and cared for her share of 'dead heads' and knew exactly the devastation a head injury could cause. Now was not the time to worry, now she needed to slowdown and enjoy every waking moment she had with Sam. She knew her job was dangerous beyond comparison, and she unequivocally acknowledged their desire for the extreme was one of the attractions between the career military women. She may not like it, but it was the truth and she would learn to deal with the precarious nature of their lives. Eventually.
Sam murmured in her sleep and the corners of her mouth upturned. Janet continued to run her fingers through the delicate blonde hair as Sam slowly opened piercing blue eyes to gaze upon the gorgeous woman hovering mere inches away.
A gasp caught in the blonde's throat. "I will never tire of waking up to you, Janet." She confessed as she wrapped a thin hand around the back of a dainty neck and pulled the brunette in for a quick peck on the lips. "God, pinch me now. Wait on second thought, don't." At Janet's questioning glance she clarified. "If I'm still sleeping, I don't want to wake from the most gratifying dream of my entire life." She smiled and hugged the smaller woman to her chest.
"This is perfect, you and me and not a damn thing that needs to be taken care of." Sam bowed her head to kiss a feathery chestnut crown as she absently played with the hem of Janet's shirt. Sam's wandering hand found purchase on bare skin igniting a flame deep in the doctor's core. Sam had yet to touch her anywhere except her face and hair, and the unexpected caress sent shockwaves up her spine.
Unable to suppress the resulting shiver and moan, the smaller woman turned and sat on long outstretched legs. "You are mistaken, Sammy." She husked and scooted closer to her destination to trail her wet tongue up the right side of a leonine neck. "There's plenty here that needs our undivided attention," she purred into her ear and then engulfed the lobe and sucked the sensitive spot.
The response was instantaneous as Sam growled low in her throat and switched positions with the tiny woman. Now on top, Sam straddled slim hips and slid both hands under Janet's shirt to gently squeeze firm breasts covered by a silky smooth bra. Momentarily stunned by her brash actions, she slowly removed her hands from the temptation to idly rest them on a small ribcage.
"Sam, we can take this as slow as you want." Janet offered a reassuring smile to the blonde bundle of nerves. She cupped her chin when Sam turned away and tilted her head so she could gaze into fathomless blue depths. "There's more to a relationship than jumping into bed right away." She looked around them and impishly smiled. "Though technically we are laying on a blanket in the middle of nowhere." It was hard to tell whom the petite brunette was trying to convince more.
The shy blonde averted her gaze, but a steady hand on her chin prevented her from looking away. "It's not that, Janet. After my mom died, I was left with a very rigid, unemotional father. Not exactly a perfect role model." She hesitated as she gathered her thoughts. "I'm afraid that I won't be good enough for you. What if...."
Slender fingers pressed against Sam's quivering lips. "Shhh." When was this woman going to realize how wonderful she turned out? "You are not your father. You had two parents, sweetheart. Your mother was with you long enough to mold you into the passionate young woman I fell in love with." Janet's steady gaze locked on to cobalt blue. "Baby, you are all I have ever wanted. I know you will never disappoint me. Don't doubt yourself, I know I never will."
Sam brushed a stray lock of brown hair from Janet's forehead. "What did I ever do to deserve you?" She whispered.
Janet maneuvered them so they were lying face to face on their sides. "You deserve someone who will love and care for you." She leaned into Sam, almost, but not quite touching the creamy alabaster skin. "I'm that someone, Sam. I love you." She captured soft lips in an undemanding kiss.
The glacial blue gaze never wavered as Janet kissed her. Never before had she kissed with her eyes open, and the new experience startled the blonde. Not only could she feel her lover's wet mouth work its magic on her, but she could also see the depth of Janet's love conveyed in that one sweet kiss. The totality of what that represented amazed her and kicked her heart into action. Sam did not question her feelings for the brunette doctor, rather her ability to show her just how much she loved her. Sam needed to commit herself entirely to this relationship, but to accomplish that she needed to overcome her own unfounded feelings of inadequacy. She needed to trust herself as much as Janet blindly put trust in her.
When the taller woman in her arms did not show signs of ending the embrace any time soon, Janet deepened the kiss, flicking her tongue across red lips and requesting entrance. As Sam opened her mouth to accept the luscious offering, the brunette opened her brown orbs and locked onto the deepest blue she had ever seen. The air crackled with anticipation as unseen sparks gathered between the two women fusing them together as one. In that moment, Sam gave herself entirely to the woman in her arms, and she knew she would never question her decision again.
The fiery kiss ended as Janet panted into Sam's face, but she continued to stare into azure blue unwilling to look away for fear the moment would be gone. She realized the blonde was not pulling away and instinctively recognized this as the moment she had waited for, when Sam gave into her heart's desires and accepted their love unconditionally. Sam slowly, lovingly caressed her bare back and ran slender fingers up the doctor's neck and into chestnut brown hair. She sat up and cuddled her tiny lover into her lap as she leaned on her left arm to balance their combined weight. This placed the women breast to breast and Janet took advantage of their intimate position as she leaned back and wrapped her legs around her lover's hips and back and tugged at the hem of Sam's shirt. Janet smiled seductively and pulled the shirt over the blonde's head to reveal supple flesh contained in a very sheer bra.
Quirking an eyebrow she smirked, "Planning on getting lucky?" Intrigued by Sam's choice of attire she wondered what other surprises she would find once she began to slowly undress her.
"You never know." She seductively raised her eyebrows up and down several times and leered at the beautiful woman wrapped so closely around her middle.
Sam hissed and squinted her eyes closed as dexterous fingers insinuated under and then wiggled suggestively at the clasp of her bra. As she moved to disrobe her willing victim she suddenly looked around the clearing.
Sam realized she was still wearing far too much and wondered why Janet had stopped in mid motion. "What?" She opened her eyes to see a confused look on the brunette's face.
"Are we alone here? I mean, do you think anyone will interrupt us?" Janet was not into exhibitionism.
Sam repositioned herself and leaned back on both arms. "No, honey. Nobody is going to see your gorgeous body but me." Her lover did not look totally convinced. "Okay, I'll let you in on a little secret." She motioned Janet closer and whispered, "This is all mine."
"Yours?"
"Yep. I fell in love with it the first time I hiked here. As it turns out, it was for sale."
"So, no Boy Scouts are going to get an accelerated sex education?"
The blonde laughed and shook her head. "Now, where were we?" She took hold of Janet's hand and returned it to her chest. The doctor licked her lips in anticipation and gently palmed the blonde's right breast brushing her thumb across a very erect nipple. Sam's moans encouraged her to repeat the motion on her other breast. With nipples straining for release, she carefully unsnapped the front clasp and slowly brushed her hands from her lover's cleavage to well-rounded mounds and finally pinched both nubs between thumb and forefinger. Tossing the bra over her shoulder she leaned in to capture a succulent breast in her mouth. She lightly tongued the hardened nipple until Sam danced beneath her arching her back to offer more of herself to the talented mouth. Janet alternated sucking and licking each breast while she caressed the other. The blonde's elbows buckled and she fell back onto the dark blue blanket taking her lover with her. Now draped over the half naked body, the doctor began to kiss and fondle her way down a well-toned abdomen. Sam's hands immediately played with chestnut hair flowing over her midsection as she guided the brunette closer to her heated center. Janet unbuttoned her jeans and reached her hand through the opening all the while kissing her way closer to where she knew the blonde craved her touch. She was surprised to feel a panty barrier, thinking the fearless blonde may have gone without in anticipation of possibly making love this afternoon. More for the good doctor to undress. She slowly inched skilled fingers under the silk panties to first feel soft curls and then slick heat.
Sam groaned and shifted and spread her hips to accommodate exploring fingers. Janet pulled the jeans over slim hips while the other hand disappeared between the taller woman's legs. The panting, glassy eyed blonde lifted her head to watch her lover deftly manipulate her moist flesh, and then eagerly raised her hips to help Janet discard her jeans. She remained perched on her elbows and the site of her beautiful lover's hand manipulating her beneath her panties almost sent the extremely aroused woman over the edge.
"Janet." Her lover's name reverently rolled off her lips.
The brunette lifted her head, and locking sight with the highly aroused blonde, recognized she was very close to release. Janet did not want to cause her lover to come so soon. Her gaze never wavered as she removed her hand drenched in her lover's juices and knelt between Sam's spread legs. She slowly pulled the soaked panties down slender legs and devoured the lithe body with dark brown eyes as it was finally revealed to her in all its naked splendor.
Sam beckoned with her right hand inviting the tanned brunette closer as she pulled the smaller woman to straddle her hips. Once she positioned her tiny lover, she quickly pressed their mouths together and proceeded to methodically explore with her probing tongue. She tugged at her shirt, and momentarily relinquishing the delicious mouth, hiked it over full breasts to reveal twin peaks straining beneath a concealing bra. Blue eyes twinkled as she slowly pulled the material over brown hair leaving the bra in place for the moment. Capturing Janet's warm mouth once more in a demanding kiss, she fondled both breasts and then expertly flicked her pointed tongue over one nipple and then the other eliciting loud moans from the brunette. As she sucked through the silky material, Janet ran her hands up strong arms to rest on the taller woman's shoulders. The blonde reached around a tanned back and released the material holding the flesh she desperately needed to suckle. Feasting on Janet's bare breasts for the first time sent a shockwave straight to her burning core releasing a warmth between her legs. She slid her hand down a firm stomach, and in one fluid motion, opened the brunette's jeans to trail her probing hand under wet panties and ran skilled fingers through warm, slick flesh.
"Oh, Sammy. Oh, my God. You feel so good, baby." Janet rocked her hips matching the rhythm of stroking fingers.
With one hand buried in Janet's pants, she expertly sucked and licked her breasts until they were both vibrating with need. She trailed wet kisses up the brunette's neck only to stop and whisper in her ear. "I want you to come with me."
"Yes." She immediately responded by gently pulling Sam's hand out of her pants and stood up to remove the rest of her clothes. Now entirely naked, she lay on Sam's waiting form beneath her and slowly rubbed their glistening mounds together. Agonizingly slow at first, then hips rose to meet her own to increase the rhythm between their flesh swollen and hot with desire. Sam leaned back on her elbows and arched her hips to increase the contact to send them both tumbling over the edge. Blue eyes locked onto brown as their sweat soaked bodies melted into one, and then they were there, at the pinnacle of release.
Janet arched her back and screamed. "I'm going....to...to...come." She frantically searched her lover's face. "Oh, I'm coming, Sammy."
The sounds and smells of their coupling intoxicated Sam. She felt her own orgasm crest, and when Janet screamed and flooded her mound she released her own torrent of warm juices as she screamed Janet's name over and over again.
The women collapsed and Sam wrapped shaking arms around her new love. "Wow," she croaked, her voice hoarse from screaming in the throes of ecstasy.
Janet smirked, knowing she was responsible for Sam's reaction. "That's just for starters, love." A wickedly seductive smile plastered her face as she leaned in for a searing kiss thrusting her tongue deep within her lover's mouth. Startled, Sam managed a strangled cry around the invader before she plunged her own wet tongue into Janet's mouth and dueled a thrust and parry until the doctor allowed her to take control of the demanding kiss. A tiny hand reached between them and caressed the slick folds of the blonde's sex before slipping two fingers into her lover. Sam moaned and instinctively thrust her hips to meet the wonderful sensation and increase the pleasure she was receiving at the very capable hands of her lover; however, breathing quickly became a problem and she ended the heated kiss. Janet scooted down her body and Sam obliged her by bending her knees and parting her legs wider.
She leaned in to inhale the blonde's musky scent. "You smell so good, baby," she husked and parted Sam with the fingers of her idle hand and then leaned in to press her mouth against wet, swollen flesh to taste her lover for the first time. She continued to pump her fingers and searched for the special spot with her mouth and tongue. Sam moaned and ground her hips into her mouth signaling to the brunette she had indeed reached the center of her pleasure. The blonde practically hovered in midair has her lover greedily devoured her.
"Yes. Right there. Oh God....Please Jan.... Jan-et." The blonde pleaded for release. "Oh my God....Don't stop." If she did not come soon she was going to pass out. Janet abruptly changed position and thrust her tongue into her lover several times then latched onto her engorged clitoris and sucked until Sam exploded in her waiting mouth. "Jaaaanettte!" A guttural strangled cry escaped her lips.
The brunette slowed her actions to long deliberate strokes to draw out her lover's pleasure and suddenly she was there again falling off the precipice once more. Sam ran her shaking hands through brown locks and nudged Janet away from her oversensitive center. With one last swipe of her tongue, the doctor reluctantly moved from her perch between creamy thighs to lie beside her spent lover.
"Oh my God. Are you trying to kill me, Doc?" She coyly asked with a huge grin permanently stuck to her glowing face.
"What's the matter, Captain?" She teased and idly ran her fingers through the blonde patch of curls.
Groaning incoherently, Sam turned them both to the left and spooned into the smaller woman's back. She placed feather soft kisses to the back of her neck and traced invisible random patterns on her tanned abdomen. They silently rested entwined together enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking. After a while Sam's movements changed to loving caress and Janet's breathing and heart rate accelerated. Two could play this game; it was time to give the petite doctor a dose of her own tantalizing medicine. She continued to pepper her delicate skin with wet kisses as she slowly placed her right knee between smaller bent legs. She slipped her right hand through the small opening and caressed Janet's mound.
"You are so wet, Janet," she crooned. "So ready for me." Sam spread the doctor's legs wider and slowly introduced her thumb into her tight center and splayed her fingers over her glistening mound and through brown curls matted with juices from their combined orgasms. Sam slowly thrust slim hips driving her thumb deeper into her lover. Janet moaned louder with each thrust and Sam increased the frequency and friction. The smaller woman looked over her right shoulder seeking her lover's mouth with brown eyes turned black with lust. She cupped the back of Sam's head with her right hand urging her nearer to thrust her tongue in the blonde's mouth to match the rhythm of driving hips.
"Oh, God. Don't stop." She panted into the blonde's damp face. "I'm so close, Sammy."
Sam smiled. "Not yet, little one." The brunette whimpered as Sam slowed her thrusts and gently removed her hand. She brought her slick fingers to her mouth and sampled the essence of her lover. Sweet and tangy at the same time, she could not get enough of the addictive taste. Janet was mesmerized by the site of the blonde's mouth working her fingers slowly in and out, and knew exactly where she wanted that talented mouth now.
The blonde watched as Janet's dilated eyes fixated on her mouth and fingers and knew what her love wanted. She needed to hear her say the words. "Tell me what you want," she demanded.
Without hesitation, the brunette answered, "I want your mouth on me." She turned in Sam's strong arms and pushed her supine on the damp blanket. Blue eyes flashed with excitement as she guided the brunette to sit on her inviting mouth.
Janet knew she would not last long; she had been so close before when Sam took her from behind. Sam was a voracious lover, taking her time to please, but also enjoying a bit of torment as she teased her quivering flesh before finally grabbing her hips and plunging her hot tongue deep into her drenched core.
Sam knew the beautiful doctor could not take much more, and she decided to end her torture by relentlessly pounding her tongue into her screaming lover. Moaning without restraint, she came loud and hard. Her juices filled Sam's mouth and ran off her face to pool on the blanket where Janet's knees rested. She bonelessly slumped to the side and Sam instantly embraced the quaking woman and cuddled her into a warm shoulder.
Chill air over moist skin prohibited the brunette from sleeping soundly and she awoke to goose bumps and shivers. "Sam. Honey, we have to get dressed before we catch our death of cold." She clicked her tongue in annoyance. "I hope we're not too late already." How would she explain to General Hammond that Captain Carter couldn't make the jump because she had caught a cold after making love with her all afternoon, in the great outdoors no less, and then fell asleep naked in each other arms?
With her human blanket gone, Sam shivered and quickly reached for their discarded clothes. She retrieved her damp panties and made a face. No way was she going to put those back on. She bent over to pick up Janet's and offered them to her lover with a smile.
"I'll pass, thanks." She held a wrinkled inside out shirt with the buttons still done in her hands.
They quickly began to dress and gather their things to return home before darkness fell. Janet was the quicker of the two and she reached up to help Sam button her shirt, then she stepped back to appraise the blonde and could not contain a smirk.
"So, how do I look?" The disheveled blonde asked, knowing full well the response.
"Like you just got laid, baby," came the expected retort.
"Yeah, well, so do you." Sam gathered her lover in her arms and passionately kissed her. She peppered her neck and whispered between wet kisses, "I cannot get enough of you."
Janet knew they were in danger of falling to the ground and making love again, not that that would be so bad, but she wanted to have her way with Sam in her very own warm bed. "Sam." She tried to free herself from the strong grasp when Sam made no move to stop. "Sa-am!"
Startled, the blonde removed her mouth from the brunette's delectable neck. Blue eyes gone almost black stared unfocused as she slowly regained her control. "Sorry," she mouthed.
"I know how you feel, honey, but what do you say we take this somewhere more comfortable?"
A Cheshire-like grin appeared on the blonde's face. "Oh, yeah. I'll race ya!" Before Sam finished her sentence, she was already running for the bike. Janet giggled and sprinted after her.
The End
Continued in Tribulations