FIC: "Christmas in 1933," Sam/Janet, Adult
Title: Christmas in 1933
Author: geonncannon
Pairing: Sam/Janet
Category: Romance, PWP, Holiday
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine. Isn't that sad?
Notes: Dedicated to teryl_brat42 and purple_shoes for Christmas.
Rating: Adult
Summary: Traveling in time without ever leaving the downtown area.
The hotel ballroom had been decorated in a thirties theme, newspapers from the era framed on the wall and the wait staff all dressed in tuxedos rather than their usual attire. Streamers draped across the walls and balloons were hovering overhead like a puffy cloud. A gigantic Christmas tree stood in the corner, drowning in lights and tinsel, providing possibly half the light for the entire room. It was the only holiday-related object present; the balloons were all white and none of the streamers bore any tacky well-wishes.
Janet Fraiser came down the stairs into the sunken room, letting her hand trail over the banister as she descended. She scanned the crowd and trying not to let her discomfort show. Her outfit wasn't exactly the most comfortable and, despite the multitudes around her in outfits just as campy, she felt like every eye was upon her.
She was wearing a simple brown suit, her subtle red tie tucked into the buttoned vest. Her hair was pinned and held captive beneath her fedora. A pair of wire-framed spectacles stood on her nose and a pencil-thin mascara mustache graced her upper lip. She felt absolutely ridiculous.
She knew no one was fooled; that hadn't been the intention. The party was Sapphic, sponsored by a bar she and Sam sometimes visited. The invitation had been hard to decline, even after Janet learned of the costume and theme aspect. Who was nostalgic for the 1930s? Flanked on one end by a crashed stock market on by World War II on the other, she could hardly think of anything worth reminiscing about in that decade. At least the music was tolerable; a swing tune was currently piping through the intercom system, filling the room with its boisterous brass and drums.
She made her way across the floor, greeting familiar faces and complimenting their costumes. Women she usually only saw in t-shirt and jeans were now decked out in full ball gowns. One or two other women from the base were also present, telling her that they were glad to see she'd made it.
She spotted the blonde a few feet away, standing in the glow of the Christmas tree... or maybe the tree was stealing some of the glow from her. Either way, blue eyes were locked solidly on Janet Fraiser, a smile playing at the deep crimson lips. Rather than approaching the goddess, Janet turned sharply to the right and headed for the bar.
Janet fingered the large box in her pants pocket as she approached the bar, weaving through the crowd until she got to the front. "Apple martini," she asked when the bartender was close enough to hear the order. The woman nodded that she'd heard and pulled a glass from below the counter.
"Apple martini," a voice to her right said. "Can you really taste the apples?"
Janet turned, stifling a gasp at the sight of Samantha Carter up-close. Her hair was plastered down to her skull, waves rolling from the part on the left side of her head. One curl was permitted freedom, trailing down the right side of Sam's face and stopping just short of her eyebrow. She was wearing an off-the-shoulders green gown, her shoulders revealing the results of her most-recent tan. She had actually gone a little too far with the make-up; her lips were bloody red and her face seemed a little paler than normal.
"Well?" she asked, a smile playing at her lips.
"Um, it depends," Janet said, kicking herself for sounding so stupid.
Sam smiled. "Well, you'll just have to let me know." She offered one black-gloved hand. "Samantha Carter."
"Doctor J... Jay Fraiser," Janet said. She wrapped her hand around Sam's fingers and bent to kiss the knuckles.
"Mm, a gentleman," Sam teased.
Janet blushed, accepting the martini glass from the bartender.
"So what brings you out to a party on a night like Christmas Eve? Shouldn't you be with your loved ones?"
"Mm," Janet said, shaking her head as she took a sip of her martini. "Family is overrated, dear."
"Problems with the wife?"
Janet shrugged and finished off her martini. "I don't know. I probably should just head home."
Sam slipped her arm around Janet's, tucking the petite woman's elbow against her side. "Now, now... we haven't even had one dance yet."
"I probably shouldn't," Janet said, just barely managing to replace the martini glass on the bar before she was pulled away.
"Probably shouldn't is worlds apart from definitely won't," Sam said, sliding her gloved hand down to interlace her fingers with Janet's. "One dance." She turned and put a hand on Janet's hip as a slow song began filtering through the PA system. They stood motionless for the first few bars until Sam's mouth split in a smile. She leaned down and said, "The boy is supposed to lead, Jay."
Janet said, "Oh!" and started moving them. She slid her hand around Sam's waist, drawing her in, curling the other up and over Sam's shoulder. "You look beautiful tonight," Janet whispered.
"It's the first time you've ever seen me," Sam said. "Maybe I look like this every night."
"Maybe," Janet said with a smile. They danced across the floor, Janet guiding them through the crowd of other dancers with ease.
"Maybe I ought to let you lead more often," Sam said.
"This is the first time we've danced," Janet said. "Besides, the man always leads."
Sam laughed and slid her hand down Janet's suit jacket. She licked her lips, looking to see if anyone was close enough to overhear, and lowered her mouth to Janet's ear. "Did you bring it?"
Janet squeezed Sam's hand in lieu of an answer. The music ceased and they stepped apart, Sam leaving her hand on Janet's shoulder. "I enjoyed that, Jay," she said. "One more dance? A drink before you head out?"
"I really shouldn't."
"There's that word again," Sam chided. "Shouldn't."
Janet smiled, picking Sam's hand off her shoulder and kissing the palm before letting it fall back to Sam's side. "I enjoyed the dance, Ms. Carter. But now, I really must be going." She turned, heart thudding against her ribs as she walked back towards the bar. Would Sam come after her? Would she take this as a sign Janet had changed her mind, and that the game was over? Neither of them had said the safe word, so...
"Mr. Fraiser."
She turned, relieved to see Sam right behind her. "Dr. Fraiser."
"Doctor. Right. Sorry," Sam said. "You enjoyed that dance."
"Yes, I did, thank you. But if you'll excuse me..."
"I find you very handsome," Sam interrupted, not letting Janet get out of her way. "If you wanted to be home, you wouldn't have come here, you wouldn't have danced with me. Everyone else here was falling all over themselves to buy me a drink, but you... waited for me to come to you. We came here for the same reasons. We're lonely. We want someone to spend the night with, someone we don't have any obligations to in the morning." She took Janet's hand, pressing a key card into it. Janet almost laughed at this incongruous item; imagine, electronic key cards in the 1930s... "This is my hotel room key. Room 332, on the third floor. I'll be waiting for you."
"You're leaving the party?" Janet asked, unable to say anything else.
"There's no reason to stay. I found the person I want to spend the night with and if you say no... then I won't settle for second best." She stepped forward and kissed Janet, chastely, lips closed. Janet kept her eyes open behind her glasses, waiting until Sam stepped back to look around. There were a few amused witnesses, all of them giving her subtle thumbs-up signals. "Room 332," Sam said again. "I'll be waiting." She brushed her gloved fingers down Janet's cheek, letting her hand linger on Janet's throat before she walked away. Janet exhaled, watching the blonde's smooth bare back, exposed in the U-shape cut of her gown.
She looked down at the keycard, turning it over in her hand. Her free hand slid into her trouser pocket, touching the box hidden there. Room 332, she thought. When she looked up again, Samantha Carter was gone. She exhaled, tucked the key into her breast pocket and headed up the stairs in pursuit.
-
Janet stepped off the elevator at the third floor, stepping aside to allow another couple to board. They exchanged 'merry Christmas's and Janet moved on. She felt doubly ridiculous now that she was out of the confines of the party. Not every guest in the hotel was a partygoer and she felt a thousand times more conspicuous in her get-up. She swallowed, tucking the hat lower and shuffling down the hallway.
Room 332 was at the end of the hall, in the corner across from the fire exit. Janet timidly raised her hand to knock, then remembered the key in her pocket. She withdrew it and, with fingers trembling, angled it at the swipe panel. The card hit the corner of the plastic box and slipped from her hand, falling to the carpet.
When she bent to pick it up, the box from her other pocket fell out as well. The top fell off on impact, her toy on view for the world to see. Janet mumbled a curse, slapping the lid back into place and stuffing it into her coat before looking around to see if anyone was watching. The hallway was blessedly empty.
She ran the card again, forcing her hand to be steady, and the light turned from red to green. She twisted the handle and slipped into the room as fast as possible, anything to be out of sight. She shut the door behind herself, hearing the beep that informed her it was securely locked behind her.
The room was dark, lit only by a single lamp on the desk. A small stereo was playing swing music; Glenn Miller, she thought, but only because he was the only name she knew. Janet stepped forward, looking around the bathroom/closet combo at the bed. Sam was seated against the headboard, legs crossed at the ankles. She'd taken off her high heels, her stocking toes wiggling in the cool air. "Hello, Jay."
"Samantha."
"I'm glad you decided to come." Her voice was lower than usual, smokier. It made Janet tremble. Sam stood, picking up two glasses of champagne from the night stand. She carried them both over, extending one to Janet. "Would you care for a drink?"
Janet took the glass and held it up, letting Sam clink her own glass against its curved body. "To not settling for second best," Sam offered.
Janet nodded and took a sip, scanning the room. The curtains were open, revealing twenty-first century cars and the neon signs of the store across the street. "Do you think we could close the curtains?" Janet asked.
"We're on the third floor. No one can see us," Sam assured her.
"In here, it's 1933," Janet said. "Out there..."
Sam smiled and nodded. She handed Janet her glass before walking over, stretching up and pulling the curtains closed. Janet again admired the plane of Sam's back, the curve of her ass beneath the dress, the slope of her neck and shoulders. Sam made sure the curtains were closed tight and turned around, walking past Janet. "I'm just going to slip into something more comfortable," she said, pausing to peck Janet's cheek. "Don't go anywhere."
"No," Janet said.
When the bathroom door closed, Janet put the champagne bottles down and unfastened her pants, moving quickly so she would be ready. She let the pants pool around her feet, looking down at herself and resisting the urge to laugh. She was wearing sock suspenders and boxer shorts, looking like a little old man. But no little old man had ever had legs this good, she thought.
Suspending her self-appraisal, she dropped the boxers and pulled the box from her coat pocket. The moment of truth. She glanced at the bathroom door and said, "Is everything all right?"
"Perfect," Sam said.
Janet opened the box and looked down at the toy. It was a dildo, seven-inches long and curved to a narrow point. A realistic head had been carved into it, veins tracing the length. She swallowed and turned it over in her hands, looking at the small egg-shaped attachment at the bottom at a ninety-degree angle to the rest of the toy.
It was a new kind of strap-on, one without the medieval chastity belt-like straps that took a mechanical engineer to figure out. This slid directly into the wearer, allowing muscle control of the toy, as well as shared sensation. Her hand was shaking just holding it. She brought the egg up to her mouth, sucking and rolling her tongue over it so that it was nice and moist. That done, she bent her knees and squatted.
The embarrassment she'd felt before paled in comparison to what she felt now. She was grateful she'd had Sam close the curtains.
"Are you ready?" Sam asked from the bathroom.
"Just a minute," Janet said. She pressed the egg against her lips, stifling a moan and using one hand to brace herself against the desk. Once it was in place, she looked down and saw the light purple erection jutting out from beneath her suit jacket. She tugged her boxer shorts and trousers back up. She fastened the belt and shrugged out of the suit jacket, draping it over the desk and retrieving the champagne glasses before she moved to the bed.
She sat on the edge of the mattress, facing the door. Her lap seemed to have a mind all its own, the toy standing as rigid as a soldier at reveille. She pushed it to one side, lifted her hips and tried to angle it down the pants leg. No luck. She thanked her lucky stars that she hadn't been wearing it all night.
"Jay? Is everything all right?"
"Oh, shit, sorry," Janet said. She cleared her throat. "Okay, I'm ready."
The bathroom door opened and Sam stepped out. Had Janet's erection been real, the zipper of her pants would have been the night's first fatality. Sam stood enveloped by the bathroom light, her hair loosed in an explosion of waves around her head. The green gown was gone, replaced by a pink camisole and a half slip. "Hi," she said.
Janet swallowed, opening her mouth and coming up blank.
Sam walked over, seemingly floating across the carpet, and stopped in front of Janet. She brought with her a cloud of perfume, maybe roses. It was hard to tell. She took her glass from Janet and said, "Thank you for holding my drink."
"Hi," Janet said.
Sam smiled. "I think your side of the conversation is lagging a bit," she said softly. Her voice was a mere whisper, heavy as a cloud, weighing on Janet's ears like a silk cushion. She took her slip in her free hand, tugging it up to reveal a generous expanse of thigh before she bent the knee and knelt on the bed. Janet leaned back and Sam brought the other knee up, straddling her now-captive guest. "Do you like how I look?"
"Yes," Janet said.
Sam bent down and pressed her lips against Janet's cheek, over the smile-line between her nose and mouth. She dragged her tongue across Janet's top lip, moistening the flesh there. That done, she used her thumb to smear the mascara mustache away. "You needed to shave."
"Oh," Janet said.
Sam took a drink of her champagne, tilting the glass high so she didn't have to break eye contact with Janet. When she'd drained the flute, she bent and pressed her lips to Janet's. Janet opened her mouth just in time to catch the champagne, groaning as she swallowed some and allowed the rest to flow back into Sam's mouth.
Unsure of what to do with her hands, Janet flattened her palms against the outside of Sam's thighs, squeezing and massaging the muscles before sliding up and under the lacy hem of the slip. Sam pulled back, licking the excess champagne from Janet's lips. "If I met you a hundred years ago or a hundred years from now, I'd still want you."
"Sam..."
"If I didn't have any lips..."
"I'd kiss you here," Janet whispered, moving her mouth to Sam's cheek.
Sam closed her eyes. "If I didn't have any arms..."
"I'd reach for you," Janet replied.
"If I didn't have ears..."
"I would..." Janet swallowed hard, thinking of an appropriate reply. "I-I would..." She leaned forward, pressing her lips against the hollow of Sam's throat. She mouthed, "I would tell you like this... that I love you."
Sam reached between their bodies, fumbling with Janet's belt. "I love you, too," Sam breathed, pushing Janet's pants down. Janet lifted her ass to help her, looking down as her boxers were removed and her purple cock sprung out into the open. "You're so hard for me, Jay." She brought a hand to her mouth, flicking her tongue across the fingertips before she reached down and gripped the shaft.
"You're sure it'll work?" she breathed.
"Stroke me," Janet asked.
Sam pulled upward on the toy and Janet's hips moved with it. The egg shifted within her at Sam's motions, the shaft brushing her clit as it moved. Janet's toes curled inside her loafers, her knees and elbows locking as she dropped flat onto the mattress. "Do you feel that?" Sam asked, blonde curls hanging in her face. "Do you feel me stroking you cock?"
"Yes," Janet said, less a word than it was a vocal tremor.
Sam moved her free hand down, below the shaft, finding Janet's wet lips where they spread around the attachment. "Sam!" Janet cried, her fist slamming into the pillow with a hollow 'thock!' Sam scooted down Janet's legs until she was on the floor. She knelt and grabbed Janet's waist, pulling the brunette forward. "What..."
Sam answered by lowering her head and taking the tip of the toy into her mouth.
"O-oh, no, th-this is too much, this..."
Sam closed her lips and sucked hard, jerking on the toy. It shifted inside Janet and her tongue refused to cooperate with her brain for fear the sensations would stop if it said the wrong thing. No one muscle in her body seemed to trust any of the others as she collapsed onto the mattress, staring at the ceiling as she tried to process the fact that her girlfriend was performing fellatio on her.
Not content to merely suck on the length of rubber, Sam eased her hand back into Janet's boxers and stroked her lover's warm flesh, parting her index and middle finger around the shaft where it entered Janet's pussy. Janet squirmed, her left leg unconsciously banging against the side of the bed. Sam smiled, knowing that this was a cue that Janet was quickly losing control. Orgasm was imminent.
She pulled back, letting the dildo fall from her mouth and pulling her moist fingers out of Janet's underwear.
"I hate you, come back," Janet panted, sitting up on her elbows.
Sam smiled and stood, pulling the camisole over her head. At the sight of Sam's bare breasts, Janet immediately scooted forward and reached out. Sam grabbed her right wrist. "Uh-uh. No hands," she said. Janet brought her other hand up and Sam caught it as well, lifting both arms over Janet's head and holding them there. "No hands," she repeated.
Janet leaned forward, nuzzling Sam's breast with her face. The nipple was a hard bud against her cheek and she turned her head until it brushed against her lips. She opened wide, pressing her tongue against the nipple before closing her mouth and sucking greedily on it. She scooted forward, slipping both of her legs around Sam's. Sam laughed as Janet thrust against her thigh, but made no move to stop her; she wasn't using her hands, after all. The dildo was a wet impression pointing up her slip.
"That's good," Sam said, releasing Janet's wrists and stroking her hair. "That's good, baby, thank you, baby."
She bent down and Janet met her in a kiss, her hands immediately closing around Sam's breasts. Sam crawled back onto the bed, straddling Janet again and settling around her waist. As they kissed, Sam tore at Janet's vest and shirt, pushing the tie out of the way. She smoothed her hands against the warm flesh under her clothes, moaning into Janet's mouth as she found and teased a nipple with her fingertips.
Janet rolled them, pinning Sam to the mattress. She stripped off her shirt, vest and tie, revealing the tight bra that had worked valiantly to keep her chest confined while in drag. Sam reached up and plucked the catch between her lover's breasts, freeing them. They seemed to breath outward, expanding as the underwear fell away. "You look so beautiful."
Janet smiled and tugged on Sam's slip up she saw her target. "You got a haircut," Janet breathed teasingly, reaching down and running her fingers over the newly-short pubic hair.
"How would you know, Mr. Fraiser?"
"Maybe I've been stalking you," Janet said, stretching on top of Sam so they could kiss again. "Following you," she said against Sam's mouth. "Maybe I've been trying to fuck you since the first time I saw you."
Sam spread her legs, hooking one around Janet's hip. "I'm at your mercy now... whatever you want..."
Janet reached down, wishing she could rise and figure out the angles with her eyes. But there was no way she was abandoning Sam's mouth. She fished the toy around, feeling it brush against Sam a few times and hearing the resultant groan from her lover. Using one arm as a pillow for Sam's head, Janet pushed forward with the other. The toy gave slightly and then... it was unmistakably inside of Sam.
"Oooh, Janet..."
"Jay," Janet corrected.
"Fuck that. Janet," Sam panted.
Janet grinned and kissed Sam. Their tongues swarmed each other, their battle cries reduced to groans and whimpers as Janet's hips met Sam's. Clenching her thighs and ass, Janet thrust forward with a grunt. "Yeah," Sam gasped, curling her fingers into talons that raked the tight cheeks of Janet's ass.
Janet withdrew and thrust forward with more force, looking at the combination of expressions washing over Sam's face: anguish, pain, joy and most overwhelmingly, pleasure. They were both panting, Janet's hips now moving faster. She slid in and out with ease, looking down to watch her purple extension disappear and return, a little wetter with each trip.
Sam brought both hands up, smoothing them over Janet's face like a blind woman appreciating a sculpture. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut as Janet sucked three of Sam's fingers into her mouth, sucking on them. Janet's knees dug into the mattress, her hips rising and falling with increasing speed as she fucked Sam.
"I love you," Janet breathed.
"Oh, Janet," Sam replied, her face contorted in pleasure. Her eyebrows arched, her shoulder rising off the mattress as she clung to Janet for dear life. "Oh, fuck, it feels so good... Come inside me, please..."
"I can't, baby," Janet whispered, bending down and nibbling Sam's ear. "I'm going to take this toy out, though," she breathed into Sam's ear. "And I'm going to lay you down. And I'm going to put myself on your face, on your beautiful mouth... and that's where, baby. That's where I'm going to come."
Sam groaned, brought her mouth up and bit Janet's shoulder.
Janet laughed and thrust her hips harder. "Are you going to come now, Sam?"
"Yeah," Sam moaned.
Janet slowed her movements, reaching down and touching Sam's clit with her fingertips. Sam writhed a few more seconds, then began bucking against her hand. She clutched Janet's upper arms, holding tightly to them as her face wrinkled with concentration. She grunted, thrusting down against Janet's intruding fingertips, eventually relaxing into a pile of slush beneath her on the mattress.
Janet slid out of Sam's body, pulling the toy free of her own as well. She dropped it on the mattress and said, "Sam..."
"Mm."
"Remember my promise?"
Sam moved her hands down, cupping Janet's ass and drawing her up. Janet walked on her knees, over Sam's body, looking towards the window as she reached her destination. She spread her legs, her thighs burning as she eased herself down. Sam weaved her arms around Janet's legs, flattening both against Janet's ass as she lifted her head to taste.
Janet gasped. Oh, that definitely felt better than the toy... oh, and that... and th-thaaat...
Sam's tongue swept, danced, poked, curled and undulated into her. Janet rose and fell with its intrusion, eyelids closing as she brought both hands up to play with her own breasts. True to her word, a few moments later, her face became flushed. She rocked against Sam's mouth and tongue, eventually reaching down to stroke Sam's hair between her legs.
Sam licked at the moisture that had escaped onto Janet's thighs, then let the other woman dismount. They rearranged themselves, Janet dropping the dildo onto the floor, and curled up against each other at the head of the bed. Sam covered Janet with her own body, looking down at her lover's face in the darkness. "Merry Christmas, Janet."
"Merry Christmas, Sam. What are you doing for New Years?"
"Welcoming in 1934?"
"Mm-hmm," Janet grinned.
"I'll be with you."
"And what about in 2034?"
"I'll be with you," Sam whispered, kissing Janet's lips.
"What about points between?"
Sam stroked Janet's feathered hair. "Well... no promises on some decades. I may have to spend some time finding you. But once I have you? I'm never letting you go." She kissed Janet again, their bodies fitting together perfectly under the blanket.
Janet licked Sam's bottom lip and said, "Thanks for playing along."
"It was my pleasure."
"Obviously," Janet said, brushing her nose across Sam's cheek.
Sam laughed and ruffled Janet's hair. "When we leave, it'll be 2005 again."
"I prefer the thirties."
"Me too," Sam said, kissing Janet's lips.
She rested her head on Janet's chest, stroking her lover's smooth stomach. Outside, night had fully fallen. It was midnight and most of the stores were closed. The streets were abandoned.
In the hotel room, Glenn Miller's Orchestra was playing "Moonlight Serenade" and two women were falling asleep in each other's arms. At that moment, it could have been 1933, 2033 or a hundred different dates. The truth was, it didn't matter. Love felt the same.
Author: geonncannon
Pairing: Sam/Janet
Category: Romance, PWP, Holiday
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine. Isn't that sad?
Notes: Dedicated to teryl_brat42 and purple_shoes for Christmas.
Rating: Adult
Summary: Traveling in time without ever leaving the downtown area.
The hotel ballroom had been decorated in a thirties theme, newspapers from the era framed on the wall and the wait staff all dressed in tuxedos rather than their usual attire. Streamers draped across the walls and balloons were hovering overhead like a puffy cloud. A gigantic Christmas tree stood in the corner, drowning in lights and tinsel, providing possibly half the light for the entire room. It was the only holiday-related object present; the balloons were all white and none of the streamers bore any tacky well-wishes.
Janet Fraiser came down the stairs into the sunken room, letting her hand trail over the banister as she descended. She scanned the crowd and trying not to let her discomfort show. Her outfit wasn't exactly the most comfortable and, despite the multitudes around her in outfits just as campy, she felt like every eye was upon her.
She was wearing a simple brown suit, her subtle red tie tucked into the buttoned vest. Her hair was pinned and held captive beneath her fedora. A pair of wire-framed spectacles stood on her nose and a pencil-thin mascara mustache graced her upper lip. She felt absolutely ridiculous.
She knew no one was fooled; that hadn't been the intention. The party was Sapphic, sponsored by a bar she and Sam sometimes visited. The invitation had been hard to decline, even after Janet learned of the costume and theme aspect. Who was nostalgic for the 1930s? Flanked on one end by a crashed stock market on by World War II on the other, she could hardly think of anything worth reminiscing about in that decade. At least the music was tolerable; a swing tune was currently piping through the intercom system, filling the room with its boisterous brass and drums.
She made her way across the floor, greeting familiar faces and complimenting their costumes. Women she usually only saw in t-shirt and jeans were now decked out in full ball gowns. One or two other women from the base were also present, telling her that they were glad to see she'd made it.
She spotted the blonde a few feet away, standing in the glow of the Christmas tree... or maybe the tree was stealing some of the glow from her. Either way, blue eyes were locked solidly on Janet Fraiser, a smile playing at the deep crimson lips. Rather than approaching the goddess, Janet turned sharply to the right and headed for the bar.
Janet fingered the large box in her pants pocket as she approached the bar, weaving through the crowd until she got to the front. "Apple martini," she asked when the bartender was close enough to hear the order. The woman nodded that she'd heard and pulled a glass from below the counter.
"Apple martini," a voice to her right said. "Can you really taste the apples?"
Janet turned, stifling a gasp at the sight of Samantha Carter up-close. Her hair was plastered down to her skull, waves rolling from the part on the left side of her head. One curl was permitted freedom, trailing down the right side of Sam's face and stopping just short of her eyebrow. She was wearing an off-the-shoulders green gown, her shoulders revealing the results of her most-recent tan. She had actually gone a little too far with the make-up; her lips were bloody red and her face seemed a little paler than normal.
"Well?" she asked, a smile playing at her lips.
"Um, it depends," Janet said, kicking herself for sounding so stupid.
Sam smiled. "Well, you'll just have to let me know." She offered one black-gloved hand. "Samantha Carter."
"Doctor J... Jay Fraiser," Janet said. She wrapped her hand around Sam's fingers and bent to kiss the knuckles.
"Mm, a gentleman," Sam teased.
Janet blushed, accepting the martini glass from the bartender.
"So what brings you out to a party on a night like Christmas Eve? Shouldn't you be with your loved ones?"
"Mm," Janet said, shaking her head as she took a sip of her martini. "Family is overrated, dear."
"Problems with the wife?"
Janet shrugged and finished off her martini. "I don't know. I probably should just head home."
Sam slipped her arm around Janet's, tucking the petite woman's elbow against her side. "Now, now... we haven't even had one dance yet."
"I probably shouldn't," Janet said, just barely managing to replace the martini glass on the bar before she was pulled away.
"Probably shouldn't is worlds apart from definitely won't," Sam said, sliding her gloved hand down to interlace her fingers with Janet's. "One dance." She turned and put a hand on Janet's hip as a slow song began filtering through the PA system. They stood motionless for the first few bars until Sam's mouth split in a smile. She leaned down and said, "The boy is supposed to lead, Jay."
Janet said, "Oh!" and started moving them. She slid her hand around Sam's waist, drawing her in, curling the other up and over Sam's shoulder. "You look beautiful tonight," Janet whispered.
"It's the first time you've ever seen me," Sam said. "Maybe I look like this every night."
"Maybe," Janet said with a smile. They danced across the floor, Janet guiding them through the crowd of other dancers with ease.
"Maybe I ought to let you lead more often," Sam said.
"This is the first time we've danced," Janet said. "Besides, the man always leads."
Sam laughed and slid her hand down Janet's suit jacket. She licked her lips, looking to see if anyone was close enough to overhear, and lowered her mouth to Janet's ear. "Did you bring it?"
Janet squeezed Sam's hand in lieu of an answer. The music ceased and they stepped apart, Sam leaving her hand on Janet's shoulder. "I enjoyed that, Jay," she said. "One more dance? A drink before you head out?"
"I really shouldn't."
"There's that word again," Sam chided. "Shouldn't."
Janet smiled, picking Sam's hand off her shoulder and kissing the palm before letting it fall back to Sam's side. "I enjoyed the dance, Ms. Carter. But now, I really must be going." She turned, heart thudding against her ribs as she walked back towards the bar. Would Sam come after her? Would she take this as a sign Janet had changed her mind, and that the game was over? Neither of them had said the safe word, so...
"Mr. Fraiser."
She turned, relieved to see Sam right behind her. "Dr. Fraiser."
"Doctor. Right. Sorry," Sam said. "You enjoyed that dance."
"Yes, I did, thank you. But if you'll excuse me..."
"I find you very handsome," Sam interrupted, not letting Janet get out of her way. "If you wanted to be home, you wouldn't have come here, you wouldn't have danced with me. Everyone else here was falling all over themselves to buy me a drink, but you... waited for me to come to you. We came here for the same reasons. We're lonely. We want someone to spend the night with, someone we don't have any obligations to in the morning." She took Janet's hand, pressing a key card into it. Janet almost laughed at this incongruous item; imagine, electronic key cards in the 1930s... "This is my hotel room key. Room 332, on the third floor. I'll be waiting for you."
"You're leaving the party?" Janet asked, unable to say anything else.
"There's no reason to stay. I found the person I want to spend the night with and if you say no... then I won't settle for second best." She stepped forward and kissed Janet, chastely, lips closed. Janet kept her eyes open behind her glasses, waiting until Sam stepped back to look around. There were a few amused witnesses, all of them giving her subtle thumbs-up signals. "Room 332," Sam said again. "I'll be waiting." She brushed her gloved fingers down Janet's cheek, letting her hand linger on Janet's throat before she walked away. Janet exhaled, watching the blonde's smooth bare back, exposed in the U-shape cut of her gown.
She looked down at the keycard, turning it over in her hand. Her free hand slid into her trouser pocket, touching the box hidden there. Room 332, she thought. When she looked up again, Samantha Carter was gone. She exhaled, tucked the key into her breast pocket and headed up the stairs in pursuit.
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Janet stepped off the elevator at the third floor, stepping aside to allow another couple to board. They exchanged 'merry Christmas's and Janet moved on. She felt doubly ridiculous now that she was out of the confines of the party. Not every guest in the hotel was a partygoer and she felt a thousand times more conspicuous in her get-up. She swallowed, tucking the hat lower and shuffling down the hallway.
Room 332 was at the end of the hall, in the corner across from the fire exit. Janet timidly raised her hand to knock, then remembered the key in her pocket. She withdrew it and, with fingers trembling, angled it at the swipe panel. The card hit the corner of the plastic box and slipped from her hand, falling to the carpet.
When she bent to pick it up, the box from her other pocket fell out as well. The top fell off on impact, her toy on view for the world to see. Janet mumbled a curse, slapping the lid back into place and stuffing it into her coat before looking around to see if anyone was watching. The hallway was blessedly empty.
She ran the card again, forcing her hand to be steady, and the light turned from red to green. She twisted the handle and slipped into the room as fast as possible, anything to be out of sight. She shut the door behind herself, hearing the beep that informed her it was securely locked behind her.
The room was dark, lit only by a single lamp on the desk. A small stereo was playing swing music; Glenn Miller, she thought, but only because he was the only name she knew. Janet stepped forward, looking around the bathroom/closet combo at the bed. Sam was seated against the headboard, legs crossed at the ankles. She'd taken off her high heels, her stocking toes wiggling in the cool air. "Hello, Jay."
"Samantha."
"I'm glad you decided to come." Her voice was lower than usual, smokier. It made Janet tremble. Sam stood, picking up two glasses of champagne from the night stand. She carried them both over, extending one to Janet. "Would you care for a drink?"
Janet took the glass and held it up, letting Sam clink her own glass against its curved body. "To not settling for second best," Sam offered.
Janet nodded and took a sip, scanning the room. The curtains were open, revealing twenty-first century cars and the neon signs of the store across the street. "Do you think we could close the curtains?" Janet asked.
"We're on the third floor. No one can see us," Sam assured her.
"In here, it's 1933," Janet said. "Out there..."
Sam smiled and nodded. She handed Janet her glass before walking over, stretching up and pulling the curtains closed. Janet again admired the plane of Sam's back, the curve of her ass beneath the dress, the slope of her neck and shoulders. Sam made sure the curtains were closed tight and turned around, walking past Janet. "I'm just going to slip into something more comfortable," she said, pausing to peck Janet's cheek. "Don't go anywhere."
"No," Janet said.
When the bathroom door closed, Janet put the champagne bottles down and unfastened her pants, moving quickly so she would be ready. She let the pants pool around her feet, looking down at herself and resisting the urge to laugh. She was wearing sock suspenders and boxer shorts, looking like a little old man. But no little old man had ever had legs this good, she thought.
Suspending her self-appraisal, she dropped the boxers and pulled the box from her coat pocket. The moment of truth. She glanced at the bathroom door and said, "Is everything all right?"
"Perfect," Sam said.
Janet opened the box and looked down at the toy. It was a dildo, seven-inches long and curved to a narrow point. A realistic head had been carved into it, veins tracing the length. She swallowed and turned it over in her hands, looking at the small egg-shaped attachment at the bottom at a ninety-degree angle to the rest of the toy.
It was a new kind of strap-on, one without the medieval chastity belt-like straps that took a mechanical engineer to figure out. This slid directly into the wearer, allowing muscle control of the toy, as well as shared sensation. Her hand was shaking just holding it. She brought the egg up to her mouth, sucking and rolling her tongue over it so that it was nice and moist. That done, she bent her knees and squatted.
The embarrassment she'd felt before paled in comparison to what she felt now. She was grateful she'd had Sam close the curtains.
"Are you ready?" Sam asked from the bathroom.
"Just a minute," Janet said. She pressed the egg against her lips, stifling a moan and using one hand to brace herself against the desk. Once it was in place, she looked down and saw the light purple erection jutting out from beneath her suit jacket. She tugged her boxer shorts and trousers back up. She fastened the belt and shrugged out of the suit jacket, draping it over the desk and retrieving the champagne glasses before she moved to the bed.
She sat on the edge of the mattress, facing the door. Her lap seemed to have a mind all its own, the toy standing as rigid as a soldier at reveille. She pushed it to one side, lifted her hips and tried to angle it down the pants leg. No luck. She thanked her lucky stars that she hadn't been wearing it all night.
"Jay? Is everything all right?"
"Oh, shit, sorry," Janet said. She cleared her throat. "Okay, I'm ready."
The bathroom door opened and Sam stepped out. Had Janet's erection been real, the zipper of her pants would have been the night's first fatality. Sam stood enveloped by the bathroom light, her hair loosed in an explosion of waves around her head. The green gown was gone, replaced by a pink camisole and a half slip. "Hi," she said.
Janet swallowed, opening her mouth and coming up blank.
Sam walked over, seemingly floating across the carpet, and stopped in front of Janet. She brought with her a cloud of perfume, maybe roses. It was hard to tell. She took her glass from Janet and said, "Thank you for holding my drink."
"Hi," Janet said.
Sam smiled. "I think your side of the conversation is lagging a bit," she said softly. Her voice was a mere whisper, heavy as a cloud, weighing on Janet's ears like a silk cushion. She took her slip in her free hand, tugging it up to reveal a generous expanse of thigh before she bent the knee and knelt on the bed. Janet leaned back and Sam brought the other knee up, straddling her now-captive guest. "Do you like how I look?"
"Yes," Janet said.
Sam bent down and pressed her lips against Janet's cheek, over the smile-line between her nose and mouth. She dragged her tongue across Janet's top lip, moistening the flesh there. That done, she used her thumb to smear the mascara mustache away. "You needed to shave."
"Oh," Janet said.
Sam took a drink of her champagne, tilting the glass high so she didn't have to break eye contact with Janet. When she'd drained the flute, she bent and pressed her lips to Janet's. Janet opened her mouth just in time to catch the champagne, groaning as she swallowed some and allowed the rest to flow back into Sam's mouth.
Unsure of what to do with her hands, Janet flattened her palms against the outside of Sam's thighs, squeezing and massaging the muscles before sliding up and under the lacy hem of the slip. Sam pulled back, licking the excess champagne from Janet's lips. "If I met you a hundred years ago or a hundred years from now, I'd still want you."
"Sam..."
"If I didn't have any lips..."
"I'd kiss you here," Janet whispered, moving her mouth to Sam's cheek.
Sam closed her eyes. "If I didn't have any arms..."
"I'd reach for you," Janet replied.
"If I didn't have ears..."
"I would..." Janet swallowed hard, thinking of an appropriate reply. "I-I would..." She leaned forward, pressing her lips against the hollow of Sam's throat. She mouthed, "I would tell you like this... that I love you."
Sam reached between their bodies, fumbling with Janet's belt. "I love you, too," Sam breathed, pushing Janet's pants down. Janet lifted her ass to help her, looking down as her boxers were removed and her purple cock sprung out into the open. "You're so hard for me, Jay." She brought a hand to her mouth, flicking her tongue across the fingertips before she reached down and gripped the shaft.
"You're sure it'll work?" she breathed.
"Stroke me," Janet asked.
Sam pulled upward on the toy and Janet's hips moved with it. The egg shifted within her at Sam's motions, the shaft brushing her clit as it moved. Janet's toes curled inside her loafers, her knees and elbows locking as she dropped flat onto the mattress. "Do you feel that?" Sam asked, blonde curls hanging in her face. "Do you feel me stroking you cock?"
"Yes," Janet said, less a word than it was a vocal tremor.
Sam moved her free hand down, below the shaft, finding Janet's wet lips where they spread around the attachment. "Sam!" Janet cried, her fist slamming into the pillow with a hollow 'thock!' Sam scooted down Janet's legs until she was on the floor. She knelt and grabbed Janet's waist, pulling the brunette forward. "What..."
Sam answered by lowering her head and taking the tip of the toy into her mouth.
"O-oh, no, th-this is too much, this..."
Sam closed her lips and sucked hard, jerking on the toy. It shifted inside Janet and her tongue refused to cooperate with her brain for fear the sensations would stop if it said the wrong thing. No one muscle in her body seemed to trust any of the others as she collapsed onto the mattress, staring at the ceiling as she tried to process the fact that her girlfriend was performing fellatio on her.
Not content to merely suck on the length of rubber, Sam eased her hand back into Janet's boxers and stroked her lover's warm flesh, parting her index and middle finger around the shaft where it entered Janet's pussy. Janet squirmed, her left leg unconsciously banging against the side of the bed. Sam smiled, knowing that this was a cue that Janet was quickly losing control. Orgasm was imminent.
She pulled back, letting the dildo fall from her mouth and pulling her moist fingers out of Janet's underwear.
"I hate you, come back," Janet panted, sitting up on her elbows.
Sam smiled and stood, pulling the camisole over her head. At the sight of Sam's bare breasts, Janet immediately scooted forward and reached out. Sam grabbed her right wrist. "Uh-uh. No hands," she said. Janet brought her other hand up and Sam caught it as well, lifting both arms over Janet's head and holding them there. "No hands," she repeated.
Janet leaned forward, nuzzling Sam's breast with her face. The nipple was a hard bud against her cheek and she turned her head until it brushed against her lips. She opened wide, pressing her tongue against the nipple before closing her mouth and sucking greedily on it. She scooted forward, slipping both of her legs around Sam's. Sam laughed as Janet thrust against her thigh, but made no move to stop her; she wasn't using her hands, after all. The dildo was a wet impression pointing up her slip.
"That's good," Sam said, releasing Janet's wrists and stroking her hair. "That's good, baby, thank you, baby."
She bent down and Janet met her in a kiss, her hands immediately closing around Sam's breasts. Sam crawled back onto the bed, straddling Janet again and settling around her waist. As they kissed, Sam tore at Janet's vest and shirt, pushing the tie out of the way. She smoothed her hands against the warm flesh under her clothes, moaning into Janet's mouth as she found and teased a nipple with her fingertips.
Janet rolled them, pinning Sam to the mattress. She stripped off her shirt, vest and tie, revealing the tight bra that had worked valiantly to keep her chest confined while in drag. Sam reached up and plucked the catch between her lover's breasts, freeing them. They seemed to breath outward, expanding as the underwear fell away. "You look so beautiful."
Janet smiled and tugged on Sam's slip up she saw her target. "You got a haircut," Janet breathed teasingly, reaching down and running her fingers over the newly-short pubic hair.
"How would you know, Mr. Fraiser?"
"Maybe I've been stalking you," Janet said, stretching on top of Sam so they could kiss again. "Following you," she said against Sam's mouth. "Maybe I've been trying to fuck you since the first time I saw you."
Sam spread her legs, hooking one around Janet's hip. "I'm at your mercy now... whatever you want..."
Janet reached down, wishing she could rise and figure out the angles with her eyes. But there was no way she was abandoning Sam's mouth. She fished the toy around, feeling it brush against Sam a few times and hearing the resultant groan from her lover. Using one arm as a pillow for Sam's head, Janet pushed forward with the other. The toy gave slightly and then... it was unmistakably inside of Sam.
"Oooh, Janet..."
"Jay," Janet corrected.
"Fuck that. Janet," Sam panted.
Janet grinned and kissed Sam. Their tongues swarmed each other, their battle cries reduced to groans and whimpers as Janet's hips met Sam's. Clenching her thighs and ass, Janet thrust forward with a grunt. "Yeah," Sam gasped, curling her fingers into talons that raked the tight cheeks of Janet's ass.
Janet withdrew and thrust forward with more force, looking at the combination of expressions washing over Sam's face: anguish, pain, joy and most overwhelmingly, pleasure. They were both panting, Janet's hips now moving faster. She slid in and out with ease, looking down to watch her purple extension disappear and return, a little wetter with each trip.
Sam brought both hands up, smoothing them over Janet's face like a blind woman appreciating a sculpture. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut as Janet sucked three of Sam's fingers into her mouth, sucking on them. Janet's knees dug into the mattress, her hips rising and falling with increasing speed as she fucked Sam.
"I love you," Janet breathed.
"Oh, Janet," Sam replied, her face contorted in pleasure. Her eyebrows arched, her shoulder rising off the mattress as she clung to Janet for dear life. "Oh, fuck, it feels so good... Come inside me, please..."
"I can't, baby," Janet whispered, bending down and nibbling Sam's ear. "I'm going to take this toy out, though," she breathed into Sam's ear. "And I'm going to lay you down. And I'm going to put myself on your face, on your beautiful mouth... and that's where, baby. That's where I'm going to come."
Sam groaned, brought her mouth up and bit Janet's shoulder.
Janet laughed and thrust her hips harder. "Are you going to come now, Sam?"
"Yeah," Sam moaned.
Janet slowed her movements, reaching down and touching Sam's clit with her fingertips. Sam writhed a few more seconds, then began bucking against her hand. She clutched Janet's upper arms, holding tightly to them as her face wrinkled with concentration. She grunted, thrusting down against Janet's intruding fingertips, eventually relaxing into a pile of slush beneath her on the mattress.
Janet slid out of Sam's body, pulling the toy free of her own as well. She dropped it on the mattress and said, "Sam..."
"Mm."
"Remember my promise?"
Sam moved her hands down, cupping Janet's ass and drawing her up. Janet walked on her knees, over Sam's body, looking towards the window as she reached her destination. She spread her legs, her thighs burning as she eased herself down. Sam weaved her arms around Janet's legs, flattening both against Janet's ass as she lifted her head to taste.
Janet gasped. Oh, that definitely felt better than the toy... oh, and that... and th-thaaat...
Sam's tongue swept, danced, poked, curled and undulated into her. Janet rose and fell with its intrusion, eyelids closing as she brought both hands up to play with her own breasts. True to her word, a few moments later, her face became flushed. She rocked against Sam's mouth and tongue, eventually reaching down to stroke Sam's hair between her legs.
Sam licked at the moisture that had escaped onto Janet's thighs, then let the other woman dismount. They rearranged themselves, Janet dropping the dildo onto the floor, and curled up against each other at the head of the bed. Sam covered Janet with her own body, looking down at her lover's face in the darkness. "Merry Christmas, Janet."
"Merry Christmas, Sam. What are you doing for New Years?"
"Welcoming in 1934?"
"Mm-hmm," Janet grinned.
"I'll be with you."
"And what about in 2034?"
"I'll be with you," Sam whispered, kissing Janet's lips.
"What about points between?"
Sam stroked Janet's feathered hair. "Well... no promises on some decades. I may have to spend some time finding you. But once I have you? I'm never letting you go." She kissed Janet again, their bodies fitting together perfectly under the blanket.
Janet licked Sam's bottom lip and said, "Thanks for playing along."
"It was my pleasure."
"Obviously," Janet said, brushing her nose across Sam's cheek.
Sam laughed and ruffled Janet's hair. "When we leave, it'll be 2005 again."
"I prefer the thirties."
"Me too," Sam said, kissing Janet's lips.
She rested her head on Janet's chest, stroking her lover's smooth stomach. Outside, night had fully fallen. It was midnight and most of the stores were closed. The streets were abandoned.
In the hotel room, Glenn Miller's Orchestra was playing "Moonlight Serenade" and two women were falling asleep in each other's arms. At that moment, it could have been 1933, 2033 or a hundred different dates. The truth was, it didn't matter. Love felt the same.