FIC: "Payback," Jack/Janet, NC17
Title: Payback
Author: geonncannon
Pairing: Janet/Jack
Word Count: 1,811
Category: PWP
Spoilers: A small one for "Hathor."
Sequel to: Checkmate
Disclaimer: SG-1 belongs to someone other than meeeee.
Rating: NC17
Author's Notes: For izzildor's birthday! Sorry it's late! To everyone else, I promise I have a Sam/Janet idea in my head. ;-D
Summary: Jack finally gets to thank Janet for his birthday present.
Janet walked into the house ahead of him, hands at her hips. As he mounted the porch, she was already in the front door. Just before she was enveloped by shadows, he saw the seat of her jeans go baggy and then drop down her legs.
He paused with his hand on the banister, watching the spot she had just occupied. Since her little... gift... on his birthday, they'd gone no further than kissing in the darkness behind his cabin. She'd let him touch her through her clothes, a bit of groping here and there, but she was yet to be naked with him. Perhaps tonight...
He hurried up the deck and went the rest of the way into the house. When he turned on the lights, he saw Janet walking towards the bedroom. Her jeans were in a pile on the hallway floor, her shoes kicked off to one side. Her blouse was rumpled where it had been tucked in, her shapely tanned legs stretching out from the hem. She was still wearing her socks.
Jack groaned; there was no sight on Earth, in his mind, sexier than a woman wearing a blouse, socks, and nothing else.
Janet turned and looked at him over the shoulder, immediately proving his realization wrong. "Well?" she asked. She turned to face him, her fingers toying with the top button of her blouse. "Are you coming?"
Jack hesitated. If he followed her into the bedroom, she would be in charge just as she had been that first night. He had no problem letting the woman be on top, but every now and then he liked to call the shots. It did say Colonel on his underwear, after all. He shook his head and said, "No." He jerked his thumb over his shoulder and said, "Come in here."
Janet frowned and followed him into the living room. "Sit," he said, gesturing at his favorite armchair. He stopped in front of the coffee table and she eyed him warily as she walked to the chair.
"You do realize what I'm offering here, right?" she said as she took her seat.
"Oh, yeah," Jack said. He knelt in front of her and leaned in, lightly kissing her lips. He put his hands on her thighs, blissfully bare and warm, and eased them apart. Janet swallowed when their kiss broke, looking at him in anticipation. "Lean back," he said.
She did as he asked, keeping her legs apart. Jack lowered himself and lightly brushed kisses along the inside of her thighs. Janet brought one hand to her mouth and sucked on the tip of her index finger. Jack pushed up her shirt and exposed her panties. They were white, lacy, worn in anticipation of someone seeing them tonight.
Jack brushed his hand across the material and Janet inhales at the touch. He smirked and brought his hand to his mouth. He sucked his thumb, moistening the tip, and gently brushed it across her underwear. She jerked and chuckled nervously, her thighs beginning to shake. He pushed her shirt higher and kissed the skin just under her belly button.
She closed her eyes and leaned her head back. Jack moved his hands to her hips and hooked his thumbs in the straps of her panties. She obligingly arched her back and let him slide the underwear down. He leaned back and pulled the flimsy panties down her legs. He kissed her ankle and rested her legs on his shoulders.
"Jack..."
He bowed his head and, with one more kiss to her thigh, finally turned to the sweet scent between her legs. He used his fingertips to part her lips, moving his thumb up to brush her clit. Janet groaned and shifted on the chair as he brought his lips to hers in a tender kiss. Janet gasped, shuddered, and hooked her ankles together behind his head.
He circled her clit with his tongue and then looked up at her. "Is this okay? Compared to what you had planned?"
"Fuck my plan," Janet sighed.
"Language, Doctor," Jack chided as he bent down again.
Janet closed her eyes and focused on what his mouth was doing to her. She'd only gotten oral sex from four people in her life. Her ex-husband, her first boyfriend, an instructor at the Air Force Academy and her female roommate in medical school. As much as he would hate to hear it, Jack ranked up there with the girl who had given Janet her first orgasm. His tongue was strong, intuitive... he knew right where to touch, right where to be tender...
She sighed and thrust her hips against him. Despite how goddamn good this felt, she wanted it over with. Wanted to have him on top of her, inside of her, filling her up and weighing her down. She wanted to feel him. She panted his name and he lifted his head. She gasped, "I want you."
"There will be time for that," he promised before putting his mouth back to work.
Janet growled low in her throat and gripped the arms of the chair. Two nights ago, she had slid into the chair next to him. The purpose was supposed to be so she could watch the hockey game with him, but before the first commercial break, she was stroking him through his jeans. She remembered how fast he had gotten hard, the quick sigh he made when he came for her... "Uh, Jack," she sighed.
He curled his tongue and thrust it into her. Janet cried out and lifted her hips off the cushion. "Jack!"
He wrapped an arm around her waist and held her as she came, keeping his mouth against her until the tremors stopped. When she finally sagged against the chair, he sat up and brushed his thumb across his bottom lip. She smiled at him, her eyes half-lidded from her climax. "Revenge is sweet, is that it?"
"Very sweet," Jack said, sucking his thumb. He moved between her spread legs, the material of his jeans rough against her bare thighs. He looked into her eyes as he unbuttoned her blouse and spread the material apart.
Janet hated the way her breasts looked when she was lying down; flat, old, like two balloons on the sidewalk. She tried to push herself up, but Jack put a hand on her shoulder and kept her in place. He moved his other hand down and touched her nipple. Slowly, it rose, erect against his circling fingertip, and she felt a familiar warmth rising in her chest.
Satisfied she'd stay where she was, Jack straightened his back and scanned her body. There was a bullet wound, long healed, in one shoulder. There was a tiny appendicitis scar on her lower abdomen. He brushed his fingertips over those small puckers and brought his hands back to her breasts. He squeezed them tenderly, letting her nipples press against his palm, before he moved one hand between them again.
Her eyes widened when she heard the sound of his zipper. "Jack..." she whispered.
His wrist brushed against her sensitive skin as he maneuvered between her legs. She whimpered and closed her eyes. He took his other hand away, searched in his pocket and pulled out his wallet. "I've been saving this for a special occasion..."
Janet opened her eyes and saw a foil square in his fingers. Her heart skipped a beat. Somehow, seeing a condom was more real than being five-sixths naked and having him between her legs. He hesitated before he opened the wrapper. "We don't have to..."
"Yes," she said. She took the condom wrapper and ripped it open with her teeth. She spit out the foil and handed it back to him. "Yes, we do have to."
Jack smiled and took the condom back. He moved his hands between her legs - God, Janet thought, if he doesn't stop brushing my thighs with his arms, we're not going to have to worry about protection... - and rolled the condom onto his erection. Janet was trembling and gasped when he finally pressed into her.
Jack put one hand on her hip and used the other to hold the base of his cock. He pressed forward as he guided her down, gently slipping into her. Janet's mouth was hanging open, her lower lip trembling, her hands clenched in fists as he pushed inside. Finally, they were completely joined. Jack released himself and took her hips with both hands. Janet whispered his name and hooked her ankles together behind his back. Jack's hands went to her ass and lifted her gently.
He held her in his arms, settled on his bad knees, and pressed his face to her bare breasts as she sat in his lap. The muscles in her thighs clenched and she lifted herself slowly. Jack groaned and remained still, letting her guide the way. She moved her mouth to his ear and flicked the lobe with her tongue. "This is what I wanted, Jack. It's what I planned for tonight. To be on top of you, like this, you inside me... ugh... Jack... I thought about this all day..."
He sighed and twitched inside of her. He moved his hand to the back of her head and held her as he came. "God," he breathed. "What you do to me..."
She chuckled and moved her lips to his neck. She kissed the soft skin of his jaw and said, "I think you had plans of your own..."
"What makes you say that?"
She brushed the back of her hand over his cheek and said, "You shaved before our date. My thighs don't feel like sandpaper." She leaned back and arched an eyebrow. "You planned this whole thing, didn't you? What if I hadn't been in the mood?"
"I thought about that," he said sincerely. "Then I realized... you're Dr. Janet Fraiser. You're always horny."
She feigned anger and lifted herself from his lap. She stood before him, thighs wet and hair mussed, and said, "Really. Well. If that's what you think of me, maybe I'll just go to bed." She turned on her heel and stormed towards the bedroom.
She only made it halfway there before Jack caught up with her. He grabbed her in his arms and she half-screamed, half-laughed as she was hoisted into the air. "You're going to pay for this, Colonel!" she said as he slung her over his shoulder.
"Promises, promises," he sighed.
"You're still dressed," she said, upside down and facing the small of his back.
"I am," he said.
"What if I rape you?"
"I'd like to see you try."
Janet squeezed his ass through his jeans. "You think I couldn't do it?"
"No, I mean I'd really like to see you do that."
She laughed and spanked him as he kicked the bedroom door shut.
Author: geonncannon
Pairing: Janet/Jack
Word Count: 1,811
Category: PWP
Spoilers: A small one for "Hathor."
Sequel to: Checkmate
Disclaimer: SG-1 belongs to someone other than meeeee.
Rating: NC17
Author's Notes: For izzildor's birthday! Sorry it's late! To everyone else, I promise I have a Sam/Janet idea in my head. ;-D
Summary: Jack finally gets to thank Janet for his birthday present.
Janet walked into the house ahead of him, hands at her hips. As he mounted the porch, she was already in the front door. Just before she was enveloped by shadows, he saw the seat of her jeans go baggy and then drop down her legs.
He paused with his hand on the banister, watching the spot she had just occupied. Since her little... gift... on his birthday, they'd gone no further than kissing in the darkness behind his cabin. She'd let him touch her through her clothes, a bit of groping here and there, but she was yet to be naked with him. Perhaps tonight...
He hurried up the deck and went the rest of the way into the house. When he turned on the lights, he saw Janet walking towards the bedroom. Her jeans were in a pile on the hallway floor, her shoes kicked off to one side. Her blouse was rumpled where it had been tucked in, her shapely tanned legs stretching out from the hem. She was still wearing her socks.
Jack groaned; there was no sight on Earth, in his mind, sexier than a woman wearing a blouse, socks, and nothing else.
Janet turned and looked at him over the shoulder, immediately proving his realization wrong. "Well?" she asked. She turned to face him, her fingers toying with the top button of her blouse. "Are you coming?"
Jack hesitated. If he followed her into the bedroom, she would be in charge just as she had been that first night. He had no problem letting the woman be on top, but every now and then he liked to call the shots. It did say Colonel on his underwear, after all. He shook his head and said, "No." He jerked his thumb over his shoulder and said, "Come in here."
Janet frowned and followed him into the living room. "Sit," he said, gesturing at his favorite armchair. He stopped in front of the coffee table and she eyed him warily as she walked to the chair.
"You do realize what I'm offering here, right?" she said as she took her seat.
"Oh, yeah," Jack said. He knelt in front of her and leaned in, lightly kissing her lips. He put his hands on her thighs, blissfully bare and warm, and eased them apart. Janet swallowed when their kiss broke, looking at him in anticipation. "Lean back," he said.
She did as he asked, keeping her legs apart. Jack lowered himself and lightly brushed kisses along the inside of her thighs. Janet brought one hand to her mouth and sucked on the tip of her index finger. Jack pushed up her shirt and exposed her panties. They were white, lacy, worn in anticipation of someone seeing them tonight.
Jack brushed his hand across the material and Janet inhales at the touch. He smirked and brought his hand to his mouth. He sucked his thumb, moistening the tip, and gently brushed it across her underwear. She jerked and chuckled nervously, her thighs beginning to shake. He pushed her shirt higher and kissed the skin just under her belly button.
She closed her eyes and leaned her head back. Jack moved his hands to her hips and hooked his thumbs in the straps of her panties. She obligingly arched her back and let him slide the underwear down. He leaned back and pulled the flimsy panties down her legs. He kissed her ankle and rested her legs on his shoulders.
"Jack..."
He bowed his head and, with one more kiss to her thigh, finally turned to the sweet scent between her legs. He used his fingertips to part her lips, moving his thumb up to brush her clit. Janet groaned and shifted on the chair as he brought his lips to hers in a tender kiss. Janet gasped, shuddered, and hooked her ankles together behind his head.
He circled her clit with his tongue and then looked up at her. "Is this okay? Compared to what you had planned?"
"Fuck my plan," Janet sighed.
"Language, Doctor," Jack chided as he bent down again.
Janet closed her eyes and focused on what his mouth was doing to her. She'd only gotten oral sex from four people in her life. Her ex-husband, her first boyfriend, an instructor at the Air Force Academy and her female roommate in medical school. As much as he would hate to hear it, Jack ranked up there with the girl who had given Janet her first orgasm. His tongue was strong, intuitive... he knew right where to touch, right where to be tender...
She sighed and thrust her hips against him. Despite how goddamn good this felt, she wanted it over with. Wanted to have him on top of her, inside of her, filling her up and weighing her down. She wanted to feel him. She panted his name and he lifted his head. She gasped, "I want you."
"There will be time for that," he promised before putting his mouth back to work.
Janet growled low in her throat and gripped the arms of the chair. Two nights ago, she had slid into the chair next to him. The purpose was supposed to be so she could watch the hockey game with him, but before the first commercial break, she was stroking him through his jeans. She remembered how fast he had gotten hard, the quick sigh he made when he came for her... "Uh, Jack," she sighed.
He curled his tongue and thrust it into her. Janet cried out and lifted her hips off the cushion. "Jack!"
He wrapped an arm around her waist and held her as she came, keeping his mouth against her until the tremors stopped. When she finally sagged against the chair, he sat up and brushed his thumb across his bottom lip. She smiled at him, her eyes half-lidded from her climax. "Revenge is sweet, is that it?"
"Very sweet," Jack said, sucking his thumb. He moved between her spread legs, the material of his jeans rough against her bare thighs. He looked into her eyes as he unbuttoned her blouse and spread the material apart.
Janet hated the way her breasts looked when she was lying down; flat, old, like two balloons on the sidewalk. She tried to push herself up, but Jack put a hand on her shoulder and kept her in place. He moved his other hand down and touched her nipple. Slowly, it rose, erect against his circling fingertip, and she felt a familiar warmth rising in her chest.
Satisfied she'd stay where she was, Jack straightened his back and scanned her body. There was a bullet wound, long healed, in one shoulder. There was a tiny appendicitis scar on her lower abdomen. He brushed his fingertips over those small puckers and brought his hands back to her breasts. He squeezed them tenderly, letting her nipples press against his palm, before he moved one hand between them again.
Her eyes widened when she heard the sound of his zipper. "Jack..." she whispered.
His wrist brushed against her sensitive skin as he maneuvered between her legs. She whimpered and closed her eyes. He took his other hand away, searched in his pocket and pulled out his wallet. "I've been saving this for a special occasion..."
Janet opened her eyes and saw a foil square in his fingers. Her heart skipped a beat. Somehow, seeing a condom was more real than being five-sixths naked and having him between her legs. He hesitated before he opened the wrapper. "We don't have to..."
"Yes," she said. She took the condom wrapper and ripped it open with her teeth. She spit out the foil and handed it back to him. "Yes, we do have to."
Jack smiled and took the condom back. He moved his hands between her legs - God, Janet thought, if he doesn't stop brushing my thighs with his arms, we're not going to have to worry about protection... - and rolled the condom onto his erection. Janet was trembling and gasped when he finally pressed into her.
Jack put one hand on her hip and used the other to hold the base of his cock. He pressed forward as he guided her down, gently slipping into her. Janet's mouth was hanging open, her lower lip trembling, her hands clenched in fists as he pushed inside. Finally, they were completely joined. Jack released himself and took her hips with both hands. Janet whispered his name and hooked her ankles together behind his back. Jack's hands went to her ass and lifted her gently.
He held her in his arms, settled on his bad knees, and pressed his face to her bare breasts as she sat in his lap. The muscles in her thighs clenched and she lifted herself slowly. Jack groaned and remained still, letting her guide the way. She moved her mouth to his ear and flicked the lobe with her tongue. "This is what I wanted, Jack. It's what I planned for tonight. To be on top of you, like this, you inside me... ugh... Jack... I thought about this all day..."
He sighed and twitched inside of her. He moved his hand to the back of her head and held her as he came. "God," he breathed. "What you do to me..."
She chuckled and moved her lips to his neck. She kissed the soft skin of his jaw and said, "I think you had plans of your own..."
"What makes you say that?"
She brushed the back of her hand over his cheek and said, "You shaved before our date. My thighs don't feel like sandpaper." She leaned back and arched an eyebrow. "You planned this whole thing, didn't you? What if I hadn't been in the mood?"
"I thought about that," he said sincerely. "Then I realized... you're Dr. Janet Fraiser. You're always horny."
She feigned anger and lifted herself from his lap. She stood before him, thighs wet and hair mussed, and said, "Really. Well. If that's what you think of me, maybe I'll just go to bed." She turned on her heel and stormed towards the bedroom.
She only made it halfway there before Jack caught up with her. He grabbed her in his arms and she half-screamed, half-laughed as she was hoisted into the air. "You're going to pay for this, Colonel!" she said as he slung her over his shoulder.
"Promises, promises," he sighed.
"You're still dressed," she said, upside down and facing the small of his back.
"I am," he said.
"What if I rape you?"
"I'd like to see you try."
Janet squeezed his ass through his jeans. "You think I couldn't do it?"
"No, I mean I'd really like to see you do that."
She laughed and spanked him as he kicked the bedroom door shut.