FIC: "Separation Anxiety," Jack/Sam/Janet, NC17 (SG-1)
Title: Separation Anxiety
Author: geonncannon
Pairing: Sam/Jack/Janet
Word Count: 1,913
Category: PWP, Angst,
Spoilers: None
Sequel to: It's a standalone mostly, but it follows from Three and Three, Deux
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Rating: NC17
Author's Notes: This one focuses more on the realities of being in a relationship with two other people rather than the smut. Don't get me wrong, the smut is still there!
Summary: What constitutes "cheating" in a three-way relationship?
Janet sat behind her desk, only the desk lamp lit, tapping her pen against her thigh. She stared into the darkness, trying not to overthink things. It was ridiculous. She was making mountains out of molehills. And if she was going to go nuts every time they went off-world, they were going to have to have a serious talk about their relationship.
But every time she told herself she was being silly, every time she had the idea pushed all the way back in its box, she couldn't help but think, But it is an overnight mission. They had made love every night since she first seduced them, so why would tonight be any different?
"Because I'm not there," she whispered, surprising herself by saying it out loud. She sighed and slid down in her chair. Her original intention had been to get Sam and Jack together. She was sick of them dancing around one another, sick of the phone calls from Sam in the middle of the night, sick of the 'hypothetical, unavailable man' she was pining for.
She'd hardly expected to be there for their first time, but it had been clear they would never do anything on their own. And besides, she could be kinky. And a woman could do far worse than Samantha Carter and Jack O'Neill for her threesome. God, the things she and Sam had done to each other, had made Jack do to them. It made her tremble just thinking about it.
She slipped her feet from her high heels and pushed her skirt down between her knees. So what if they played a little while they were off-world? Maybe it would be raining, as it so often was during their missions, and they'd seek shelter under a tree. Daniel and Teal'c would have to have split off, of course. And while they were waiting, why not have a little fun?
They wouldn't dare take off their uniforms. They wouldn't have to. She pictured Sam, turning and gripping the tree as Jack pushed her unfastened trousers down. Just to her ass, just baring her perfect, pink ass cheeks. Then he'd fish his cock out through his zipper and slowly push into her. He'd fuck her quickly, pull out and shoot his come into the foliage and rearrange their clothes.
Would they kiss? Or just exchange a guilty look before going back to work?
Would it be like cheating?
She didn't know the politics of being in a three-way relationship. Would it be cheating if she fingered Sam to orgasm during an examination? Or if she gave Jack a hand job when Sam was in the lab? She spread her feet apart and hitched her skirt up slightly. Or would it be like masturbating in a conventional relationship?
So, sitting in this chair, in this dark room, with her knuckles brushing over the smooth silk of her stocking... would this be cheating? She uncurled her fingers one at a time, putting one fingertip against her panties and drawing a circle. Her breath hitched and she sighed. Yeah, that was nice.
Sam liked watching her masturbate. They'd watched each other from opposite sides of the bed, using fingers only, naked and talking dirty to one another. Janet humping her hand until she cried out in orgasm, causing Sam to come just from watching. Jack, of course, had been off to one side, also masturbating and joining them on the bed when they had all finished.
There was a knock on the door and she withdrew her hand faster than she thought possible, straightening her clothes and sitting up straight. "Yes?"
A nurse stuck her head in. "Doctor Fraiser? Colonel Benson is here for his check-up."
"Right," Janet nodded. "I'll be right out."
"Yes, doctor."
Janet sighed and capped her pen, tapping it against the heel of her hand. She tossed the pen aside, made sure her clothes were hanging right and stepped back into her shoes and left the office.
---
Janet dressed for bed in a normal nightgown, saying good-night to Cassandra on her way upstairs. "You're staying home tonight?" Cassandra asked.
"Mm-hmm," Janet nodded. "Why? You have a party planned or something?"
Cassandra rolled her eyes. "No. I've just gotten used to being home alone. It'll be weird with you here."
Janet smiled. "Well, try not to play your music too loud, okay?"
Cassandra waved her hand over her shoulder and bent back over her schoolwork. She's right, Janet thought, closing the door on her dark bedroom. God, I've been neglecting that poor girl to spend the night at Jack's doing the exact same thing I'd crucify her for doing. She shed her nightgown and walked to the full-length mirror that backed her closet door. She was wearing only panties and turned, admiring the way her ass filled out the thin cotton. She ran her hands from the small of her back, down to her hips, then covered her mound with both hands.
She was a mother. She had no right shacking up in some hedonistic fantasy. No matter how good it felt. The mission was to get Jack and Sam to finally be with on another. She'd succeeded, she'd reaped her rewards - and how! - and now it was time to return to real life. Romance novels, masturbating in the shower, sleeping alone.
It was probably for the best that Jack and Sam were off-world right now, fucking one another silly, deciding it was so much better with two than with three.
Better for everyone.
She crawled under the blankets and covered her face with both hands, willing herself not to cry.
When she woke two hours later, she realized her pillow was wet and that she'd lost her battle while asleep. Deciding it was futile, she rolled onto her back and let herself cry.
---
Three days later, SG-1 returned none the worse for wear. The team passed their post-mission physicals with flying colors, Janet making sure that she got Daniel instead of Colonel O'Neill. When the team was dismissed, Jack caused pause in every single nurse, orderly and airman by hanging around. "Doc?" he said. "Got a minute?"
Janet finished signing a file and slipped it into the cart. "Certainly, Colonel."
"In your office, probably... would be best."
This is it, she thought. The kiss-off. Well, at least I'm prepared for it. To one of the nurses nearby, Janet said, "Could you make sure Major Poole is doing all right? I'll just be a minute."
The nurse nodded and headed for the beds while Janet led Jack to her office. She wondered how he would do it; if he'd be sensitive or blunt. Sam probably hadn't had the heart. Poor Sam... She would have to find her later and let her know it was all right. To be kicked out of a threesome, though. Talk about embarrassing.
She opened her office door and reached for the light switch, gasping when a hand closed around her wrist. Jack crowded her from behind, pushing her into the shadowy intruder that had been waiting in the office. "What--" she managed to say before a hand was clamped over her mouth.
Jack guided her to the couch while - Sam. It was Sam; she'd recognize that scent anywhere - kissed her hungrily. She felt Jack's erection against her ass and his hand trailed down from her mouth, cupping her breasts through her uniform blouse. "What," she gasped. "What are you doing?"
"It's been three days," Jack growled in her ear, nipping at the lobe. "Do you realize how much I've been thinking about this?"
Sam was on her knees, pushing up Janet's skirt. "But you... oh, God, Sam," she groaned as Sam licked her way up Janet's thighs. "You two didn't... on the planet... when you were..."
Jack turned her head and she saw his eyes in the darkness. "Not without you, Janet. It wouldn't have been right."
Tears glistened in Janet's eyes as she kissed Jack hard, forgetting all the justifications she'd had for breaking it off. She'd explain it to Cassandra, she'd find an explanation, whatever she had to do so that this didn't stop, so that this never stopped. Sam was kissing her through her panties and Jack was dry-humping against her from behind. "You know how hot you look in this lab jacket, Janet?" Jack breathed against her throat. "When you wear a skirt... I can think you're not wearing anything under it..."
"You want me to wear it to bed some night?" she asked, breathing hard as he massaged her breasts through her blouse.
"No," Jack said. "I want you to keep every stitch of your uniform on when I fuck you. Right now."
Janet moaned and bunched her lab jacket in her hands, lifting it up. Sam, obviously anticipating Jack's intention, pushed the back of Janet's skirt up. She heard the rasp of Jack's zipper and then the hot, hard warmth of his cock against her thigh. She sighed and ran her hands through Sam's hair. "Put him in," Janet whispered. "Sam, put him inside of me."
Sam ran her hands over him, brushing the tip with all her fingers before she guided him into her pussy. "Three days," Jack breathed, sniffing her hair. "Not even touching myself. Not letting Sam touch me... I'm going to be like an eighteen-year-old."
Sam rose and embraced Janet, cradling her head to her chest. "It's true, Janet. I saw him, in his underwear, so hard. Oh, so hard and in pain. I kissed his nipples, but I wouldn't touch him."
"'Please, Sam,'" Jack breathed, quoting himself.
"Oh, how he begged. 'A blow job. Suck me off, Sam...'"
Janet bit her bottom lip.
"'No, Jack,'" Sam continued. She ran her hands over Jack's and said, "'No, Jack. I won't suck your cock.'"
"Mm, Sam..." Janet groaned.
"'That come is for Janet.'"
"Ah, God," Jack grunted, moving a bit more erratically now.
"'You better save that come. Cause I want to taste it. But I want to taste it on Janet's pussy.'"
Janet said, "He's going to come. He's twitching inside of me..."
Sam dropped to her knees and Janet felt her tongue against her clit. Jack pulled out and she felt him spurt against her pussy lips. Sam lapped it up, like a kitten after milk, and Jack pulled back. Sam licked until Janet trembled and sank limp-kneed onto the couch. Sam kissed her way up Janet's body, pressing her lips to the crisp uniform as she put the clothes back in place.
"Good?" Sam whispered, brushing Janet's hair out of her face.
"Great," Janet smiled.
Jack sat next to her and brushed her cheek, drawing her in for a kiss. Sam watched them, hungrily and jealously, then tucked Jack's cock back into his pants. "I swear, you guys would walk around half naked if I didn't keep dressing you."
"Eh," Janet shrugged. "Maybe at the lake."
"Our own personal Garden of Eden?" Sam asked.
"Hell, I'm game if you are," Jack said. "I'll have the best view, I guarantee it."
Sam laughed and kissed Jack, standing and pulling him up off the couch. "Come on. Let's give her a chance to get her bones back before she has to get to work. We'll see you at Jack's later?"
"Yeah," Janet nodded. "I just need to come up with something to tell Cassie."
"Okay," Sam said. "Love you."
All three of them froze.
Author: geonncannon
Pairing: Sam/Jack/Janet
Word Count: 1,913
Category: PWP, Angst,
Spoilers: None
Sequel to: It's a standalone mostly, but it follows from Three and Three, Deux
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Rating: NC17
Author's Notes: This one focuses more on the realities of being in a relationship with two other people rather than the smut. Don't get me wrong, the smut is still there!
Summary: What constitutes "cheating" in a three-way relationship?
Janet sat behind her desk, only the desk lamp lit, tapping her pen against her thigh. She stared into the darkness, trying not to overthink things. It was ridiculous. She was making mountains out of molehills. And if she was going to go nuts every time they went off-world, they were going to have to have a serious talk about their relationship.
But every time she told herself she was being silly, every time she had the idea pushed all the way back in its box, she couldn't help but think, But it is an overnight mission. They had made love every night since she first seduced them, so why would tonight be any different?
"Because I'm not there," she whispered, surprising herself by saying it out loud. She sighed and slid down in her chair. Her original intention had been to get Sam and Jack together. She was sick of them dancing around one another, sick of the phone calls from Sam in the middle of the night, sick of the 'hypothetical, unavailable man' she was pining for.
She'd hardly expected to be there for their first time, but it had been clear they would never do anything on their own. And besides, she could be kinky. And a woman could do far worse than Samantha Carter and Jack O'Neill for her threesome. God, the things she and Sam had done to each other, had made Jack do to them. It made her tremble just thinking about it.
She slipped her feet from her high heels and pushed her skirt down between her knees. So what if they played a little while they were off-world? Maybe it would be raining, as it so often was during their missions, and they'd seek shelter under a tree. Daniel and Teal'c would have to have split off, of course. And while they were waiting, why not have a little fun?
They wouldn't dare take off their uniforms. They wouldn't have to. She pictured Sam, turning and gripping the tree as Jack pushed her unfastened trousers down. Just to her ass, just baring her perfect, pink ass cheeks. Then he'd fish his cock out through his zipper and slowly push into her. He'd fuck her quickly, pull out and shoot his come into the foliage and rearrange their clothes.
Would they kiss? Or just exchange a guilty look before going back to work?
Would it be like cheating?
She didn't know the politics of being in a three-way relationship. Would it be cheating if she fingered Sam to orgasm during an examination? Or if she gave Jack a hand job when Sam was in the lab? She spread her feet apart and hitched her skirt up slightly. Or would it be like masturbating in a conventional relationship?
So, sitting in this chair, in this dark room, with her knuckles brushing over the smooth silk of her stocking... would this be cheating? She uncurled her fingers one at a time, putting one fingertip against her panties and drawing a circle. Her breath hitched and she sighed. Yeah, that was nice.
Sam liked watching her masturbate. They'd watched each other from opposite sides of the bed, using fingers only, naked and talking dirty to one another. Janet humping her hand until she cried out in orgasm, causing Sam to come just from watching. Jack, of course, had been off to one side, also masturbating and joining them on the bed when they had all finished.
There was a knock on the door and she withdrew her hand faster than she thought possible, straightening her clothes and sitting up straight. "Yes?"
A nurse stuck her head in. "Doctor Fraiser? Colonel Benson is here for his check-up."
"Right," Janet nodded. "I'll be right out."
"Yes, doctor."
Janet sighed and capped her pen, tapping it against the heel of her hand. She tossed the pen aside, made sure her clothes were hanging right and stepped back into her shoes and left the office.
---
Janet dressed for bed in a normal nightgown, saying good-night to Cassandra on her way upstairs. "You're staying home tonight?" Cassandra asked.
"Mm-hmm," Janet nodded. "Why? You have a party planned or something?"
Cassandra rolled her eyes. "No. I've just gotten used to being home alone. It'll be weird with you here."
Janet smiled. "Well, try not to play your music too loud, okay?"
Cassandra waved her hand over her shoulder and bent back over her schoolwork. She's right, Janet thought, closing the door on her dark bedroom. God, I've been neglecting that poor girl to spend the night at Jack's doing the exact same thing I'd crucify her for doing. She shed her nightgown and walked to the full-length mirror that backed her closet door. She was wearing only panties and turned, admiring the way her ass filled out the thin cotton. She ran her hands from the small of her back, down to her hips, then covered her mound with both hands.
She was a mother. She had no right shacking up in some hedonistic fantasy. No matter how good it felt. The mission was to get Jack and Sam to finally be with on another. She'd succeeded, she'd reaped her rewards - and how! - and now it was time to return to real life. Romance novels, masturbating in the shower, sleeping alone.
It was probably for the best that Jack and Sam were off-world right now, fucking one another silly, deciding it was so much better with two than with three.
Better for everyone.
She crawled under the blankets and covered her face with both hands, willing herself not to cry.
When she woke two hours later, she realized her pillow was wet and that she'd lost her battle while asleep. Deciding it was futile, she rolled onto her back and let herself cry.
---
Three days later, SG-1 returned none the worse for wear. The team passed their post-mission physicals with flying colors, Janet making sure that she got Daniel instead of Colonel O'Neill. When the team was dismissed, Jack caused pause in every single nurse, orderly and airman by hanging around. "Doc?" he said. "Got a minute?"
Janet finished signing a file and slipped it into the cart. "Certainly, Colonel."
"In your office, probably... would be best."
This is it, she thought. The kiss-off. Well, at least I'm prepared for it. To one of the nurses nearby, Janet said, "Could you make sure Major Poole is doing all right? I'll just be a minute."
The nurse nodded and headed for the beds while Janet led Jack to her office. She wondered how he would do it; if he'd be sensitive or blunt. Sam probably hadn't had the heart. Poor Sam... She would have to find her later and let her know it was all right. To be kicked out of a threesome, though. Talk about embarrassing.
She opened her office door and reached for the light switch, gasping when a hand closed around her wrist. Jack crowded her from behind, pushing her into the shadowy intruder that had been waiting in the office. "What--" she managed to say before a hand was clamped over her mouth.
Jack guided her to the couch while - Sam. It was Sam; she'd recognize that scent anywhere - kissed her hungrily. She felt Jack's erection against her ass and his hand trailed down from her mouth, cupping her breasts through her uniform blouse. "What," she gasped. "What are you doing?"
"It's been three days," Jack growled in her ear, nipping at the lobe. "Do you realize how much I've been thinking about this?"
Sam was on her knees, pushing up Janet's skirt. "But you... oh, God, Sam," she groaned as Sam licked her way up Janet's thighs. "You two didn't... on the planet... when you were..."
Jack turned her head and she saw his eyes in the darkness. "Not without you, Janet. It wouldn't have been right."
Tears glistened in Janet's eyes as she kissed Jack hard, forgetting all the justifications she'd had for breaking it off. She'd explain it to Cassandra, she'd find an explanation, whatever she had to do so that this didn't stop, so that this never stopped. Sam was kissing her through her panties and Jack was dry-humping against her from behind. "You know how hot you look in this lab jacket, Janet?" Jack breathed against her throat. "When you wear a skirt... I can think you're not wearing anything under it..."
"You want me to wear it to bed some night?" she asked, breathing hard as he massaged her breasts through her blouse.
"No," Jack said. "I want you to keep every stitch of your uniform on when I fuck you. Right now."
Janet moaned and bunched her lab jacket in her hands, lifting it up. Sam, obviously anticipating Jack's intention, pushed the back of Janet's skirt up. She heard the rasp of Jack's zipper and then the hot, hard warmth of his cock against her thigh. She sighed and ran her hands through Sam's hair. "Put him in," Janet whispered. "Sam, put him inside of me."
Sam ran her hands over him, brushing the tip with all her fingers before she guided him into her pussy. "Three days," Jack breathed, sniffing her hair. "Not even touching myself. Not letting Sam touch me... I'm going to be like an eighteen-year-old."
Sam rose and embraced Janet, cradling her head to her chest. "It's true, Janet. I saw him, in his underwear, so hard. Oh, so hard and in pain. I kissed his nipples, but I wouldn't touch him."
"'Please, Sam,'" Jack breathed, quoting himself.
"Oh, how he begged. 'A blow job. Suck me off, Sam...'"
Janet bit her bottom lip.
"'No, Jack,'" Sam continued. She ran her hands over Jack's and said, "'No, Jack. I won't suck your cock.'"
"Mm, Sam..." Janet groaned.
"'That come is for Janet.'"
"Ah, God," Jack grunted, moving a bit more erratically now.
"'You better save that come. Cause I want to taste it. But I want to taste it on Janet's pussy.'"
Janet said, "He's going to come. He's twitching inside of me..."
Sam dropped to her knees and Janet felt her tongue against her clit. Jack pulled out and she felt him spurt against her pussy lips. Sam lapped it up, like a kitten after milk, and Jack pulled back. Sam licked until Janet trembled and sank limp-kneed onto the couch. Sam kissed her way up Janet's body, pressing her lips to the crisp uniform as she put the clothes back in place.
"Good?" Sam whispered, brushing Janet's hair out of her face.
"Great," Janet smiled.
Jack sat next to her and brushed her cheek, drawing her in for a kiss. Sam watched them, hungrily and jealously, then tucked Jack's cock back into his pants. "I swear, you guys would walk around half naked if I didn't keep dressing you."
"Eh," Janet shrugged. "Maybe at the lake."
"Our own personal Garden of Eden?" Sam asked.
"Hell, I'm game if you are," Jack said. "I'll have the best view, I guarantee it."
Sam laughed and kissed Jack, standing and pulling him up off the couch. "Come on. Let's give her a chance to get her bones back before she has to get to work. We'll see you at Jack's later?"
"Yeah," Janet nodded. "I just need to come up with something to tell Cassie."
"Okay," Sam said. "Love you."
All three of them froze.