FIC: "Passing Afternoon," Sam/Janet, PWP
Title: Passing Afternoon
Author: geonncannon
Pairing: Sam/Janet
Word Count: 2261
Category: PWP, Romance
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: These ladies and their histories don't belong to me in any way, shape or form and I make no money off them.
Rating: NC17
Author's Notes: Title is from "Iron & Wine." If I do what I intend to do, you'll see quite a few Iron & Wine-based fic titles soon. ;-)
Summary: Sam and Janet have an advantageous schedule gap.
Janet looked up from her checkbook and smiled at the blonde shuffling through the back door of her house. She had a motorcycle helmet tucked under her arm, a briefcase dangling from the fingers of her opposite hand, twisted at the waist to pull the door closed behind her. Janet watched the ballet for a moment before she said, "Hey. Need a hand?"
"Nope. Got it." Sam finally got the door shut, dumped her helmet on a chair, and set the briefcase on the floor. She took a relieved breath and lifted her head to smile at Janet. "Hi." She leaned across the table and pecked Janet's lips.
"Hi, mmm, hi," Janet said. She turned back to her checkbook. "I thought you were supposed to be at the base all day."
Sam went into the kitchen, brushing her hand over Janet's shoulder as she passed. "Daniel and Teal'c are on loan to SG-3 for the next four days, and Colonel O'Neill took the opportunity to order downtime. Can you believe he actually got airmen to guard my lab door to make sure I left?"
"It's what I would have done."
"It's what you have done," Sam reminded her as she came back into the kitchen with a root beer. She sat next to Janet at the table and looked at the checkbook. "What about you?"
Janet shrugged. "It's my day off. Lam can handle anything that pops up. I decided I would get some bills out of the way."
Sam took a drink. "You know you can pay those online..."
Janet held up a hand. "It's how my mother paid bills, so the bills do not feel paid until I go through this. I know the internet is faster, but that's not necessarily better."
Sam surrendered the point and looked over her shoulder. "Has Cassandra discovered headphones?"
"God, I wish," Janet groaned. "No, she's out with That Boy."
Sam smirked as she slipped off her shoe. Every boyfriend Cassandra had was That Boy, capital letters, pronounced with a sneer. Sam found it amusing, Cassandra found it infuriating, and Janet didn't see what the big deal was. She was just looking out for her daughter, after all.
"So we're home alone?" She pressed her foot against Janet's ankle and slid her toes up, slipping under the cuff of Janet's trousers.
Janet chuckled. She pulled her foot together, pinning Sam's foot. "If I say no, are you going to behave?"
"Not likely," Sam said. "How many bills do you have left?"
Janet closed the checkbook and said, "A few." She pushed her chair away from the table and moved to Sam's lap. She wrapped her arms around Sam's neck as Sam put her hand on the outside of Janet's leg to steady her. Janet bowed her head and they kissed. Sam moved her hand up to Janet's hip as the kiss deepened.
After a moment, Janet pulled back. She ran her fingers along the collar of Sam's blouse and said, "It's not often we get a day like this. An afternoon just to ourselves."
Sam kissed Janet's chin. "Maybe we should thank That Boy for giving it to us."
"Not likely," Janet said as she kissed the corner of Sam's mouth.
"I should probably shower before we do anything. I smell like the mountain."
"You smell like your lab." She moved her face to Sam's hair and breathed deep. "Mm. You smell like the pillow I hug when you're off-world."
Sam blushed and kissed Janet's neck. "Still. I should take a quick shower before we do anything."
"Okay," Janet whispered. "Typical. Get me all hot and bothered and then tell me to wait."
Sam chuckled and patted Janet on the hip. "Come on. I might let you do my back."
They stood and went upstairs together, and Janet started the water in the shower. Sam undressed with the bathroom door open, and Janet returned to the bedroom to pull back the blankets on the bed. Sam got into the shower and turned her face to the faucet, letting the spray flatten her hair and wash the grime off her skin. She had just soaped up her hands when the curtain rippled and Janet stepped into the tub behind her.
"What's taking so long?" Janet asked as she kissed Sam's shoulder.
Sam smiled and pressed back against Janet. "I just got in here."
Janet dragged her fingers over Sam's stomach. "Don't blame me. You started it."
Sam turned and pecked Janet's lips. "I'll be out in a second. Promise."
"Hurry," Janet whispered. She stepped back out of the tub and Sam quickly washed her hands and face with the soap. She ran her hands through her hair, not bothering to shampoo, and turned off the water one minute after Janet left. She pushed back the curtain and saw ghostly footprints on the floor, The ball and toes of Janet's feet quickly evaporating off the tile. Sam dried herself off and then wrapped the towel around her torso, following the footprints out into the bedroom.
The overhead lights were off, but enough sunlight came through the curtains to cast the bedroom in an almost sepia tone. Janet was lying across the bed, her head propped on her hand. She wore a robe, her feet crossed at the ankles. She smiled when she saw Sam and said, "I wasn't sure how to wait for you without looking like the cover of a romance novel."
"You look fine," Sam said. She walked around to the other side of the bed and took Janet's foot in her hand. Janet rolled onto her back as Sam brought the foot up to her lips. The robe fell open, revealing that Janet had put her underwear back on after coming into the shower. Sam kissed the arch of Janet's foot and moved her lips to her ankle. Janet brought her other foot up and rested it on Sam's shoulder as Sam kissed down her calf.
Finally, Sam was on her knees next to the bed, Janet's legs comfortably bracing her head. She pulled away the halves of Janet's robe. She kissed Janet's stomach, arms around Janet's thighs, and looked up Janet's body. The top half of the robe was loose, baggy around Janet's breasts, and Sam said, "Take off the robe."
Janet shifted on the mattress to comply, letting the bottom half of the robe stay pinned underneath her. Sam bowed her head and kissed the material of Janet's panties. Janet gasped and hissed, balling her fist in the material of her robe and closing her eyes. Sam rubbed one knuckle against the thin cotton and turned her head to kiss the warm, soft flesh of Janet's inner thigh. Janet crossed her ankles behind Sam's head and lay back, stretching out across the bed as Sam turned back to face her.
Sam teased with her fingers first, then pulled the cotton aside and quickly flicked her tongue against the folds of Janet's labia. Janet hissed, grunted, and resisted the urge to push her face against Sam. She knew that her patience would be rewarded sooner rather than later. Sam pressed the flat of her tongue against Janet and slowly dragged it up, then closed her lips around the tight hood of Janet's clit as her knuckle returned and rocked against Janet as if requesting admission.
Sam sucked gently and extended her index finger, moving it slowly into Janet. She pushed in to the second knuckle, withdrew, and extended her middle finger before pushing forward again. She crossed her fingers and twisted her wrist, and Janet bit her bottom lip. Sam moaned, sending vibrations through Janet's body, and Janet arched her back off the bed.
Still gently thrusting with her fingers, Sam pulled back and sucked her thumb into her mouth. When it was nice and wet, she pressed her thumb against Janet's clit and began rubbing in slow circles. She kissed Janet's thigh and said, "How does that feel, Janet?"
Janet grunted. "G-good..."
Sam lifted her head and kissed Janet's stomach again, and Janet dropped her legs off Sam's shoulders. They'd tried it once, with Janet twisted like a contortionist, but a quiet, "Baby, I don't bend that way," kept them from doing it again. Sam slid her tongue up to Janet's cleavage where she paused to savor the scent of Janet's fresh sweat. She slipped one hand around Janet's waist and pulled her close. She lifted her head and Janet found her lips for a kiss. Janet pushed her fingers into Sam's hair, twisting the wet tangles with her fingers as she dueled with Sam's tongue.
Janet finally broke the kiss with a shout, rolling her head back on her shoulders. Sam took the opportunity to kiss, lick and suck Janet's neck. Janet pressed her hips hard against Sam's hand, forcing her fingers deeper while her thumb still worked in slow, tight circles on Janet's clit. Janet whispered Sam's name repeatedly as she came, her hands dropping to Sam's shoulders for support as her body twitched and twisted.
Sam held Janet until her climax ended, kissing and licking her chest until Janet fell back to the mattress and pulled Sam down with her. Sam kissed Janet's lips and took Janet's hand. "Here," Sam whispered, looking into Janet's eyes as she guided her hand. Janet let Sam direct her, eyes closing when she felt her fingers brush through wet pubic hair. "Janet," Sam whispered. Janet licked her lips and pressed two fingers against Sam. Sam moaned and said, "Yes, Janet. That's so good."
"I love making you feel this way," Janet groaned.
Sam kissed Janet's lips, Janet's tongue sliding across her bottom lip before it found its way into Sam's mouth. Sam rocked against Janet's hand, knees pressed into the mattress, perched over Janet's body. Janet tugged the towel away, exposing Sam's breasts. "Sam," she moaned. "I love you."
"I love you, too, Janet," Sam breathed. "I'm close. Don't stop."
Janet moved her hand faster and Sam's breathing grew more ragged. She licked her lips, squeezed her eyes shut, and grunted rhythmically against Janet's shoulder. "Yes, Janet, yes... you're... mmm."
"Shh, it's all right," Janet said. "Come for me, Sam. I want to feel you..."
Sam pressed her lips to Janet's throat and her hand went between their bodies, holding Janet's hand still as she came. "Oh, God," Sam panted. "Yes, yes, yes... Janet..."
Janet pulled Sam's head to her and they kissed, going from hungry to calm as the tremors from Sam's orgasm passed. Janet rolled until Sam was lying next to her on the bed, and they nuzzled one another until Janet had the strength to speak. "Better than bills."
Sam laughed and kissed Janet's eyebrow. "Good to know, baby."
Janet's eyes were closed and she was still trying to steady her breathing. "Are you off for the whole day?"
"Mm-hmm." She brushed Janet's hair out of her face. "You can't want to go again? I need..."
"No," Janet whispered. "I just wanted you to hold me."
Sam smiled. "That I can do. All night long."
Janet chuckled and closed her eyes, curling against Sam's chest and letting herself drift into a peaceful post-coital nap.
#
Janet was already awake when Sam's phone started vibrating. She was just lying with her head on Sam's chest, listening to her lover's heartbeat, when the little bug started doing a skitter-dance across the nightstand. She stretched up and grabbed it, and Sam only shifted her head on the pillow. Janet flipped it up and scooted away from Sam, keeping her voice low so as not to wake her. "This is Fraiser."
Colonel O'Neill hesitated before he spoke. "Doc. Is Carter there?"
"Yes, sir," Janet said, fearing he was calling her back to work. "She came over to hang out, and she fell asleep on the couch. It's hard enough to get her to rest, so..."
"No, I understand. Dr. Lee just needed her help on some project. She ran out of here so fast this afternoon she didn't have time to brief him."
Janet frowned. "Well... but I thought you ordered her to take the day off."
"Please. I learned a long time ago that I can't order her to not work. Kind of like I learned that fighting with you is a fool's errand. Listen, Lee can figure it out for himself. Carter actually gave herself a day off for once, and I'm not about to ruin that. Maybe she'll take tomorrow, too."
Janet turned and looked at Sam's body, tangled in her sheets. "We can only hope, Colonel."
"I'll let you go, Doc. You're just as bad as she is when it comes to pushing yourself. You taking the rest of the day?"
"As a matter of fact, I am."
"It's a sad day when I'm the hardest working member of the SGC." Janet tried to keep her scoffing silent, but O'Neill said, "That's pfft, sir, Fraiser."
"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir."
"See you when I see you, Doc. Enjoy yourself."
"Yes, sir."
Janet closed the phone and put it back on the headboard. She curled against Sam's side, kissed the curve of her breast, and Sam murmured in her sleep. Janet would chide Sam for lying later; if she wanted to spend some time together in the middle of the day, all she had to do was ask. There was no need to make a big deal out of it. But for now, she was content to listen to Sam sleep and watch the late afternoon sun track across the floor.
Author: geonncannon
Pairing: Sam/Janet
Word Count: 2261
Category: PWP, Romance
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: These ladies and their histories don't belong to me in any way, shape or form and I make no money off them.
Rating: NC17
Author's Notes: Title is from "Iron & Wine." If I do what I intend to do, you'll see quite a few Iron & Wine-based fic titles soon. ;-)
Summary: Sam and Janet have an advantageous schedule gap.
Janet looked up from her checkbook and smiled at the blonde shuffling through the back door of her house. She had a motorcycle helmet tucked under her arm, a briefcase dangling from the fingers of her opposite hand, twisted at the waist to pull the door closed behind her. Janet watched the ballet for a moment before she said, "Hey. Need a hand?"
"Nope. Got it." Sam finally got the door shut, dumped her helmet on a chair, and set the briefcase on the floor. She took a relieved breath and lifted her head to smile at Janet. "Hi." She leaned across the table and pecked Janet's lips.
"Hi, mmm, hi," Janet said. She turned back to her checkbook. "I thought you were supposed to be at the base all day."
Sam went into the kitchen, brushing her hand over Janet's shoulder as she passed. "Daniel and Teal'c are on loan to SG-3 for the next four days, and Colonel O'Neill took the opportunity to order downtime. Can you believe he actually got airmen to guard my lab door to make sure I left?"
"It's what I would have done."
"It's what you have done," Sam reminded her as she came back into the kitchen with a root beer. She sat next to Janet at the table and looked at the checkbook. "What about you?"
Janet shrugged. "It's my day off. Lam can handle anything that pops up. I decided I would get some bills out of the way."
Sam took a drink. "You know you can pay those online..."
Janet held up a hand. "It's how my mother paid bills, so the bills do not feel paid until I go through this. I know the internet is faster, but that's not necessarily better."
Sam surrendered the point and looked over her shoulder. "Has Cassandra discovered headphones?"
"God, I wish," Janet groaned. "No, she's out with That Boy."
Sam smirked as she slipped off her shoe. Every boyfriend Cassandra had was That Boy, capital letters, pronounced with a sneer. Sam found it amusing, Cassandra found it infuriating, and Janet didn't see what the big deal was. She was just looking out for her daughter, after all.
"So we're home alone?" She pressed her foot against Janet's ankle and slid her toes up, slipping under the cuff of Janet's trousers.
Janet chuckled. She pulled her foot together, pinning Sam's foot. "If I say no, are you going to behave?"
"Not likely," Sam said. "How many bills do you have left?"
Janet closed the checkbook and said, "A few." She pushed her chair away from the table and moved to Sam's lap. She wrapped her arms around Sam's neck as Sam put her hand on the outside of Janet's leg to steady her. Janet bowed her head and they kissed. Sam moved her hand up to Janet's hip as the kiss deepened.
After a moment, Janet pulled back. She ran her fingers along the collar of Sam's blouse and said, "It's not often we get a day like this. An afternoon just to ourselves."
Sam kissed Janet's chin. "Maybe we should thank That Boy for giving it to us."
"Not likely," Janet said as she kissed the corner of Sam's mouth.
"I should probably shower before we do anything. I smell like the mountain."
"You smell like your lab." She moved her face to Sam's hair and breathed deep. "Mm. You smell like the pillow I hug when you're off-world."
Sam blushed and kissed Janet's neck. "Still. I should take a quick shower before we do anything."
"Okay," Janet whispered. "Typical. Get me all hot and bothered and then tell me to wait."
Sam chuckled and patted Janet on the hip. "Come on. I might let you do my back."
They stood and went upstairs together, and Janet started the water in the shower. Sam undressed with the bathroom door open, and Janet returned to the bedroom to pull back the blankets on the bed. Sam got into the shower and turned her face to the faucet, letting the spray flatten her hair and wash the grime off her skin. She had just soaped up her hands when the curtain rippled and Janet stepped into the tub behind her.
"What's taking so long?" Janet asked as she kissed Sam's shoulder.
Sam smiled and pressed back against Janet. "I just got in here."
Janet dragged her fingers over Sam's stomach. "Don't blame me. You started it."
Sam turned and pecked Janet's lips. "I'll be out in a second. Promise."
"Hurry," Janet whispered. She stepped back out of the tub and Sam quickly washed her hands and face with the soap. She ran her hands through her hair, not bothering to shampoo, and turned off the water one minute after Janet left. She pushed back the curtain and saw ghostly footprints on the floor, The ball and toes of Janet's feet quickly evaporating off the tile. Sam dried herself off and then wrapped the towel around her torso, following the footprints out into the bedroom.
The overhead lights were off, but enough sunlight came through the curtains to cast the bedroom in an almost sepia tone. Janet was lying across the bed, her head propped on her hand. She wore a robe, her feet crossed at the ankles. She smiled when she saw Sam and said, "I wasn't sure how to wait for you without looking like the cover of a romance novel."
"You look fine," Sam said. She walked around to the other side of the bed and took Janet's foot in her hand. Janet rolled onto her back as Sam brought the foot up to her lips. The robe fell open, revealing that Janet had put her underwear back on after coming into the shower. Sam kissed the arch of Janet's foot and moved her lips to her ankle. Janet brought her other foot up and rested it on Sam's shoulder as Sam kissed down her calf.
Finally, Sam was on her knees next to the bed, Janet's legs comfortably bracing her head. She pulled away the halves of Janet's robe. She kissed Janet's stomach, arms around Janet's thighs, and looked up Janet's body. The top half of the robe was loose, baggy around Janet's breasts, and Sam said, "Take off the robe."
Janet shifted on the mattress to comply, letting the bottom half of the robe stay pinned underneath her. Sam bowed her head and kissed the material of Janet's panties. Janet gasped and hissed, balling her fist in the material of her robe and closing her eyes. Sam rubbed one knuckle against the thin cotton and turned her head to kiss the warm, soft flesh of Janet's inner thigh. Janet crossed her ankles behind Sam's head and lay back, stretching out across the bed as Sam turned back to face her.
Sam teased with her fingers first, then pulled the cotton aside and quickly flicked her tongue against the folds of Janet's labia. Janet hissed, grunted, and resisted the urge to push her face against Sam. She knew that her patience would be rewarded sooner rather than later. Sam pressed the flat of her tongue against Janet and slowly dragged it up, then closed her lips around the tight hood of Janet's clit as her knuckle returned and rocked against Janet as if requesting admission.
Sam sucked gently and extended her index finger, moving it slowly into Janet. She pushed in to the second knuckle, withdrew, and extended her middle finger before pushing forward again. She crossed her fingers and twisted her wrist, and Janet bit her bottom lip. Sam moaned, sending vibrations through Janet's body, and Janet arched her back off the bed.
Still gently thrusting with her fingers, Sam pulled back and sucked her thumb into her mouth. When it was nice and wet, she pressed her thumb against Janet's clit and began rubbing in slow circles. She kissed Janet's thigh and said, "How does that feel, Janet?"
Janet grunted. "G-good..."
Sam lifted her head and kissed Janet's stomach again, and Janet dropped her legs off Sam's shoulders. They'd tried it once, with Janet twisted like a contortionist, but a quiet, "Baby, I don't bend that way," kept them from doing it again. Sam slid her tongue up to Janet's cleavage where she paused to savor the scent of Janet's fresh sweat. She slipped one hand around Janet's waist and pulled her close. She lifted her head and Janet found her lips for a kiss. Janet pushed her fingers into Sam's hair, twisting the wet tangles with her fingers as she dueled with Sam's tongue.
Janet finally broke the kiss with a shout, rolling her head back on her shoulders. Sam took the opportunity to kiss, lick and suck Janet's neck. Janet pressed her hips hard against Sam's hand, forcing her fingers deeper while her thumb still worked in slow, tight circles on Janet's clit. Janet whispered Sam's name repeatedly as she came, her hands dropping to Sam's shoulders for support as her body twitched and twisted.
Sam held Janet until her climax ended, kissing and licking her chest until Janet fell back to the mattress and pulled Sam down with her. Sam kissed Janet's lips and took Janet's hand. "Here," Sam whispered, looking into Janet's eyes as she guided her hand. Janet let Sam direct her, eyes closing when she felt her fingers brush through wet pubic hair. "Janet," Sam whispered. Janet licked her lips and pressed two fingers against Sam. Sam moaned and said, "Yes, Janet. That's so good."
"I love making you feel this way," Janet groaned.
Sam kissed Janet's lips, Janet's tongue sliding across her bottom lip before it found its way into Sam's mouth. Sam rocked against Janet's hand, knees pressed into the mattress, perched over Janet's body. Janet tugged the towel away, exposing Sam's breasts. "Sam," she moaned. "I love you."
"I love you, too, Janet," Sam breathed. "I'm close. Don't stop."
Janet moved her hand faster and Sam's breathing grew more ragged. She licked her lips, squeezed her eyes shut, and grunted rhythmically against Janet's shoulder. "Yes, Janet, yes... you're... mmm."
"Shh, it's all right," Janet said. "Come for me, Sam. I want to feel you..."
Sam pressed her lips to Janet's throat and her hand went between their bodies, holding Janet's hand still as she came. "Oh, God," Sam panted. "Yes, yes, yes... Janet..."
Janet pulled Sam's head to her and they kissed, going from hungry to calm as the tremors from Sam's orgasm passed. Janet rolled until Sam was lying next to her on the bed, and they nuzzled one another until Janet had the strength to speak. "Better than bills."
Sam laughed and kissed Janet's eyebrow. "Good to know, baby."
Janet's eyes were closed and she was still trying to steady her breathing. "Are you off for the whole day?"
"Mm-hmm." She brushed Janet's hair out of her face. "You can't want to go again? I need..."
"No," Janet whispered. "I just wanted you to hold me."
Sam smiled. "That I can do. All night long."
Janet chuckled and closed her eyes, curling against Sam's chest and letting herself drift into a peaceful post-coital nap.
#
Janet was already awake when Sam's phone started vibrating. She was just lying with her head on Sam's chest, listening to her lover's heartbeat, when the little bug started doing a skitter-dance across the nightstand. She stretched up and grabbed it, and Sam only shifted her head on the pillow. Janet flipped it up and scooted away from Sam, keeping her voice low so as not to wake her. "This is Fraiser."
Colonel O'Neill hesitated before he spoke. "Doc. Is Carter there?"
"Yes, sir," Janet said, fearing he was calling her back to work. "She came over to hang out, and she fell asleep on the couch. It's hard enough to get her to rest, so..."
"No, I understand. Dr. Lee just needed her help on some project. She ran out of here so fast this afternoon she didn't have time to brief him."
Janet frowned. "Well... but I thought you ordered her to take the day off."
"Please. I learned a long time ago that I can't order her to not work. Kind of like I learned that fighting with you is a fool's errand. Listen, Lee can figure it out for himself. Carter actually gave herself a day off for once, and I'm not about to ruin that. Maybe she'll take tomorrow, too."
Janet turned and looked at Sam's body, tangled in her sheets. "We can only hope, Colonel."
"I'll let you go, Doc. You're just as bad as she is when it comes to pushing yourself. You taking the rest of the day?"
"As a matter of fact, I am."
"It's a sad day when I'm the hardest working member of the SGC." Janet tried to keep her scoffing silent, but O'Neill said, "That's pfft, sir, Fraiser."
"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir."
"See you when I see you, Doc. Enjoy yourself."
"Yes, sir."
Janet closed the phone and put it back on the headboard. She curled against Sam's side, kissed the curve of her breast, and Sam murmured in her sleep. Janet would chide Sam for lying later; if she wanted to spend some time together in the middle of the day, all she had to do was ask. There was no need to make a big deal out of it. But for now, she was content to listen to Sam sleep and watch the late afternoon sun track across the floor.