FIC: "Citizen Janet," Sam/Janet, Alex/Olivia, NC17
Title: Citizen Janet
Author: geonncannon
Word Count: 2,947
Pairing: Sam/Janet, Olivia/Alex
Category: PWP, AU, Humor
Spoilers: There But For the Grace of God, Citizen Joe
Disclaimer: No one within belongs to me!
Rating: NC17
Author's Notes: This is for elliedragon. Just because you had to work Black Friday doesn't mean you should only have bad memories of the day. Sit back, relax, enjoy the smut that is my fic and matching icon. ;-D Many thanks to pdt_bear for the beta!
Summary: An alternate version of Citizen Joe. Jack's not the only SGC member with that wacky ATA gene...
The wounds had been cleaned and Daniel was resting comfortably in the next room. Janet put together his uniform jacket, vest and t-shirt. The burn was bad, but he'd be okay in a few weeks. The hard part would be keeping him from using that arm until it healed. Before dumping the vest into a trash bag, she went through the pockets. Daniel had once become distraught because his favorite pencil had been dumped in a biohazard bag before he could save it.
Nothing this time but a scrap of paper with no writing on it and a rock. She fished the rock out and felt a tingle run through her fingertips. She shuddered, put the rock in a baggie and brushed her hand on her thigh.
New York City, NY. A few days later,
Detective Olivia Benson hadn't slept in three days. She paced in front of the mirror and pictured everyone standing behind it. Finally, she turned and leaned on the table, glaring at the man across from her. He'd shaved his beard, knowing they were looking for an unshaven suspect, but she could still see the little coarse hairs he'd missed in his quick trim job. "You have no alibi. Your mother didn't back you up. What kind of lowlife can't even get his mommy to back him?"
"Ma's memory is shot," the man smirked. "Old Timer's, you know."
Olivia slapped the table and the man jumped. "We found the rock you used." She picked up the evidence bag and held it out in front of him. "It's still got her blood on it. You grabbed Melanie Trent off the sidewalk, dragged her into the bushes, raped her, and when you'd had your fun, you picked up this rock and bashed her head in with it!" She swung the bag, miming how he'd killed the fifth-grade teacher, and the rock slapped into her palm. "Why are you...?"
"Medical emergency! Medical team to the Gate Room!" and then she was running down a concrete corridor, hands up to her throat to hold her stethoscope in place as she ducked through the doorway and...
"Liv?"
She glanced at Elliot and straightened. She looked at the rock, shook her head and dropped the baggie on the desk. "We'll get you on this," she promised. She turned and slipped out of the room as quickly as possible, hoping neither Elliot or the suspect would notice the pallor of her face.
In the outer room, Alex Cabot put a hand on Olivia's shoulder. "What's wrong? It's like you just shut off for a second."
Olivia forced a smile. "Nah. It's nothing. It'll be fine." She covered Alex's hand with her own. "I just need a drink of water."
Alex nodded and watched Olivia walk away.
---
"Colonel Clancy's outlook is cautiously optimistic, but I want to--"
"Freeze!" and she was running after a man in a New York Knick's jersey, through a dark alley, hitting the brick wall with her arm and going on despite the pain in her shoulder. She had a gun, her feet kicked up sprouts of water in her wake as she tore through the trash-filled alley. Her opponent leapt to a chain link fence and she grabbed him by the ankle. With one, strong twist, she pulled him off the fence and he hit the ground with a bone-shattering impact.
The gun in her hands centered on his chest. "Do not move," she said.
She blinked and looked down at her tape recorder. She rewound back over the few seconds of silence and cleared her throat. "I want to keep him in the infirmary under observation for the next..."
---
Olivia dropped into her chair and scanned the desk. Paperwork, memos, the bulk of which was mind-numbing bureaucratic nonsense. She sighed and pulled the closest stack in front of her. Might as well get it over with. No sense in...
"Hold my hand," she said. "It's fine, it'll be fine..."
"Janet," the blonde woman in the bed whispered. Her throat and black t-shirt were soaked with blood, her face twisted in pain. Olivia saw a hand - not hers; a little too pale, too fine-boned to be hers - clutch the blonde woman's hand and squeeze. "It hurts."
"I know," she said softly. "I'm here. I'll take care of you."
She looked up and saw Elliot bent over his own desk. She scanned the room and saw Munch, Fin and Captain Cragen going about their business as usual. She scratched the back of her neck and decided to ignore it.
---
Janet loved this.
Sitting on Sam's lap, reading, Sam's lips on the back of her neck. She stroked Sam's arm and closed her eyes. "Mm, baby, that feels so good..."
Sam's hand kneaded her thigh and Janet whimpered low in her throat. "Higher?" Sam whispered.
"Higher," Janet nodded. She put the book aside.
---
Olivia shifted in bed. She had flashes, phantom feelings of a hand on her thigh, of someone kissing the back of her neck. She rolled onto her side and drew her knees to her chest. She had to be at work early in the morning, she'd already been up too late. She forced herself to fall asleep. There'd be time for gratification tomorrow in the shower. She bit her lip and ignored the disembodied hand she could almost physically feel between her legs.
---
Janet stopped at the red light and drummed her fingers on the steering wheel. In the back seat, Cassandra was thumbing through her history book for the folded essay she'd stuck there the night before. Janet glanced at her in the rear view mirror and smiled. Only a year on this world and she was already rocketing to the top of her classes. It was enough to...
---
...Olivia turned on the shower, hot, and grabbed the detachable shower head. Her hand was almost shaking; last night had been almost unbearable; those phantom touches had followed her into her dreams. She had seen the blonde woman again, no longer injured, beautiful and naked and sweating. She spread her legs and leaned against the tile wall as she...
---
"Ooooooo," Janet gasped. Her hands snapped shut around the steering wheel, her eyes closed and her jaw fell open.
Sam, in the passenger seat, looked over at her. Cassandra barely glanced up. Janet exhaled, her jaw trembling, and squeezed her thighs together. "Mm. Oh. Oh."
Sam had heard those sounds before, but she didn't know what the hell was causing them. She glanced nervously into the backseat and cleared her throat. "Uh, Janet..."
"I don't know," Janet panted. She curled her tongue out and licked her top lip. "I... uhmm... oh." She was lifting her hips in her seat, thrusting towards some invisible stimulant. Sam looked around. "I, I... oh, God..."
"Mom?" Cassandra finally said.
Sam turned in her seat. "Uh, Cassandra, your Mom is feeling a little sick. Do you mind walking the rest of the way...?"
"Nope," Cassandra said. She leaned forward and kissed Sam on the cheek. "Bye, Mom! Feel better!"
As soon as the back door slammed shut, Janet straightened up and her hands went to her lap. Trembling fingers unfastened her jeans and she shoved her hand down into them. "Ooh, God. Oh. Ooh, God..." She humped her hand, hunched over the steering wheel, legs twisting first one way and then the other.
Sam looked in the rearview mirror and saw no one on the road behind them. She looked down at Janet's lap and wondered what on Earth could have caused such a sudden and violent arousal.
---
Olivia sank to the cold, wet floor of the shower stall. She smiled lazily at the ceiling and let the detachable head slip from her fingers.
---
Janet cried out her orgasm and sank against the seat. She kept her hand between her legs for a few seconds before finally pulling it out. Sam cleared her throat and Janet turned her sex-bleary eyes towards her. "Hi," she sighed.
"Hi," Sam chuckled. "What the hell was that?"
"No clue. Bumpy roads haven't made me horny since I was in high school."
"You want me to drive home?" Sam asked.
Janet nodded. "Thank you for getting rid of Cassandra, by the way. It could've been..."
"Yeah," Sam said. They unfastened their seatbelts and moved to switch seats. Janet lifted her hips and Sam slid underneath her. Janet reached down to pulled herself over and realized Sam was underneath her. She sat on Sam's thighs and leaned back, pinning her to the driver's seat. Sam smiled. "Honey..."
Janet ground her hips back.
"Honey," Sam said, more firmly this time.
"Drive home," Janet said as she finally slipped to the passenger seat. "We're going to be late for work."
---
Olivia had changed into a pair of jeans, but she was still topless when another wave hit. She leaned against the headboard, mouth open and groaned, "Oh, you have got to be kidding me..."
---
They made love on the couch. Janet's panties, wet from the adventure in the car, were brushed against Sam's lips before they were tossed aside. Janet, naked, reclined on the sofa cushions and lifted her hips to Sam's mouth. She groaned and pinched her nipples, lifted her head to the ceiling and sighed.
---
Alex knocked on the door and, after a moment, used her key to slip into the apartment. "Olivia?" she asked. She stepped into the living room and looked for signs of the detective. There was a muffled thump from the direction of the bedroom and, every sex crime story she'd ever heard rushing back to her, rushed towards the closed door. She didn't bother knocking, imagining every rapist she'd put away who had vowed revenge on the detectives, and froze at the sight before her.
Olivia Benson, legs spread, hands buried between her thighs. She was lying on the bed, her jeans around her knees but otherwise naked. Her hair was still wet from the shower, her hands working so furiously that she hadn't realized that she was no longer alone. Alex smiled and walked across the room. She dropped between Olivia's naked thighs and bent forward.
---
"OH!" Janet cried. Her entire body went tense and one hand went to the back of Sam's head. Suddenly, Sam's tongue seemed to have split in two. She had never had a threesome, but good lord, if this is what it felt like... "Oh, fuck, howareyoudoingthat don't stop!"
---
Olivia sagged against the mattress and brushed her hands over her lips. She panted and pushed her hair out of her face, trying to steady her nerves.
"That was an unexpected surprise," Alex said.
Olivia jumped and looked down. "Alex?!"
Alex ran her thumb over her bottom lip and stood up. "Who did you think was down there?"
Olivia blushed and shook her head. "I-I... was kind of caught up..."
"I'd say so."
Olivia sat up and kissed Alex softly. She tasted herself on her lips and smiled. Alex brushed her hands over Olivia's bare breasts and tweaked her nipples.
Alex leaned back and said, "If this is the typical car pool, I'll drive every day."
---
Over the next few weeks, Janet got to know her ghosts very well. She knew that she was... possessed? Visited by?... Olivia, who was a cop in New York. She knew Alex, with those cute black-rimmed glasses, was Olivia's lover. She had figured out they didn't sleep together often, but when they did... oh, boy, it was a 'slam the walls and wake the neighbors' sort of time.
Not all of her flashes were sexual, however. She got plenty of brief glimpses of paperwork, interrogations and mind-numbingly boring jogs. The jogging was the worst; the up-and-down motion made her sick to her stomach.
After the initial shock, things calmed down for Janet over the next couple of days. There was no more surprise morning masturbation, no more sudden urges to hump a wall. Olivia and Alex seemed to confine their planned sexual exploits to the late-night hours when either a vibrator or Sam was close at hand.
A week into her bizarre double-life, Janet and Sam were making love. Janet was on top, the leather strap-on digging into her hip as she thrust into Sam. Both were panting, Sam's knees bent on either side of Janet's body. Janet closed her eyes and saw Alex's back. She and Olivia were lying on their sides, Olivia behind Alex with a strap-on, thrusting into her from behind.
Sam groaned and Janet arched her back. "Oh, Alex," she whispered.
"What?" Sam breathed.
"What?"
"Alex..." Sam sighed. "Who... oh, fuck... I'm-I'm..."
"Shh, shh," Janet whispered, kicking herself for the slip. She slowed her hips and eased herself out of Sam. She scooted down on the bed, moved onto her stomach and pressed her tongue against Sam's wet pussy lips. Sam groaned, arched her back and came. Janet covered her clit, nibbled at her lips and then slid up her body with a series of slow, open-mouthed kisses.
When they were face-to-face, Sam kissed Janet's lips and brushed her hair away from her sweaty forehead. "I won't be mad. If you... fantasize or..."
Janet kissed Sam's cheek. "It's so bizarre. I'm not sure what is going on, but lately I've been getting these... flashes. I am a cop named Olivia and I'm in love with an attorney named Alex. Alexandra, that is. She's blonde, like you, and strong, like you. I don't know if it's a fantasy or... o-or if I'm going out of my mind..."
"It's just your imagination working overtime," Sam assured her. She kissed both of Janet's eyelids and pulled her close. "You're really creative when you want to be... Madame President."
Janet laughed and lifted her head. "You're still on probation, Secret Service Agent Carter."
"I better watch myself... don't want another Presidential spanking..."
"Oh, honey," Janet said as she slipped a hand between Sam's legs. "It ain't about what you want..."
---
Alex lay on Olivia's lap and listened patiently. "I don't know what it is. I mean, I've never been that imaginative. But this woman, the blonde, Sam, goes to other planets and fights aliens. And I'm home, waiting to patch up her wounds. Does it... I don't know, am I crazy?"
"Yes," Alex said.
Olivia twisted Alex's nipple and Alex squeaked.
"It's just a fantasy. A highly involved fantasy, yes, but... a fantasy all the same." She sat up and twisted herself around. "So, Doctor." She took Olivia's wrists and guided them to the headboard. "Do these aliens ever take you prisoner?" She crossed Olivia's wrists and moved to straddle her. "Force the lovely blonde soldier to rescue you?"
"I'm sure it happens all the time," Olivia said, looking up at her lover. "Oh, please, Sam... please, I'm, I'm so scared..."
---
The black, horn-rimmed glasses had been a joke when Sam found them in the novelty shop. But as soon as she walked into the bedroom wearing them, she realized Janet was in anything but a joking mood. As they grappled on the bedroom floor, struggling with buttons and clasps, Sam breathed, "You can call me Alex. Call me Alex, Olivia."
"Alex," Janet groaned into Sam's mouth. "Oh, Alex..."
---
The clerk signed on a dotted line and picked up the brown cardboard box. He placed it on the dolly with all the others and pushed it out of the evidence locker. The evidence was regarding cases that had gone to trial, so it had to be moved across town. The sooner the better; one of the cases was a rape/murder of an elementary school teacher.
---
Two weeks later, Sam came to bed in the glasses. She raised her eyebrows and smiled until Janet looked up from her book. Janet smiled and leaned in to kiss Sam. "Not tonight. I want Sam tonight."
"Good enough," Sam said. She pulled the glasses off and slid down on the mattress. They kissed softly, their gentle foreplay leading into desperate love-making, and Sam said, "What are they up to, anyway?"
"Who?"
"Alex and Olivia."
"Oh. I don't know." She kissed her way down Sam's throat. "I haven't thought about them in a while." She slipped her leg between Sam's thighs and unbuttoned her pajama shirt. "I guess reality kind of overwhelmed them."
Sam smiled. "Well, that's good to hear. I was worried you weren't... you know... fulfilled..."
"No, ma'am," Janet whispered. She kissed between Sam's breasts and repeated, "No, ma'am."
---
The role play had moved on. Alex was a patrol officer, Olivia was the big-bad detective who was caught speeding.
The Dr. Janet/Soldier Sam fantasy seemed so long ago, Olivia didn't even remember how real Janet had felt, how she sometimes thought she could just reach out and touch her...
---
Sam brushed Janet's hair and watched her sleep. She wouldn't have asked Janet to stop, but she was glad the role-play was over. It had felt so bizarre to be... someone else. And when they made love as Alex and Olivia, it had actually felt like someone else was behind the wheel. Like Janet ceased to exist and Olivia was a real, breathing person. If it had gone on any longer, or had expanded beyond the bedroom, she would've had to alert the SGC.
That conversation, she did not want to even consider.
She slipped down on the mattress, curled her arms around Janet and kissed her temple. "I love you, Janet."
"Mm, Sam," Janet whispered as she settled against Sam's body warmth.
Sam smiled. Take that, Alexandra, wherever you are...
Author: geonncannon
Word Count: 2,947
Pairing: Sam/Janet, Olivia/Alex
Category: PWP, AU, Humor
Spoilers: There But For the Grace of God, Citizen Joe
Disclaimer: No one within belongs to me!
Rating: NC17
Author's Notes: This is for elliedragon. Just because you had to work Black Friday doesn't mean you should only have bad memories of the day. Sit back, relax, enjoy the smut that is my fic and matching icon. ;-D Many thanks to pdt_bear for the beta!
Summary: An alternate version of Citizen Joe. Jack's not the only SGC member with that wacky ATA gene...
The wounds had been cleaned and Daniel was resting comfortably in the next room. Janet put together his uniform jacket, vest and t-shirt. The burn was bad, but he'd be okay in a few weeks. The hard part would be keeping him from using that arm until it healed. Before dumping the vest into a trash bag, she went through the pockets. Daniel had once become distraught because his favorite pencil had been dumped in a biohazard bag before he could save it.
Nothing this time but a scrap of paper with no writing on it and a rock. She fished the rock out and felt a tingle run through her fingertips. She shuddered, put the rock in a baggie and brushed her hand on her thigh.
New York City, NY. A few days later,
Detective Olivia Benson hadn't slept in three days. She paced in front of the mirror and pictured everyone standing behind it. Finally, she turned and leaned on the table, glaring at the man across from her. He'd shaved his beard, knowing they were looking for an unshaven suspect, but she could still see the little coarse hairs he'd missed in his quick trim job. "You have no alibi. Your mother didn't back you up. What kind of lowlife can't even get his mommy to back him?"
"Ma's memory is shot," the man smirked. "Old Timer's, you know."
Olivia slapped the table and the man jumped. "We found the rock you used." She picked up the evidence bag and held it out in front of him. "It's still got her blood on it. You grabbed Melanie Trent off the sidewalk, dragged her into the bushes, raped her, and when you'd had your fun, you picked up this rock and bashed her head in with it!" She swung the bag, miming how he'd killed the fifth-grade teacher, and the rock slapped into her palm. "Why are you...?"
"Medical emergency! Medical team to the Gate Room!" and then she was running down a concrete corridor, hands up to her throat to hold her stethoscope in place as she ducked through the doorway and...
"Liv?"
She glanced at Elliot and straightened. She looked at the rock, shook her head and dropped the baggie on the desk. "We'll get you on this," she promised. She turned and slipped out of the room as quickly as possible, hoping neither Elliot or the suspect would notice the pallor of her face.
In the outer room, Alex Cabot put a hand on Olivia's shoulder. "What's wrong? It's like you just shut off for a second."
Olivia forced a smile. "Nah. It's nothing. It'll be fine." She covered Alex's hand with her own. "I just need a drink of water."
Alex nodded and watched Olivia walk away.
---
"Colonel Clancy's outlook is cautiously optimistic, but I want to--"
"Freeze!" and she was running after a man in a New York Knick's jersey, through a dark alley, hitting the brick wall with her arm and going on despite the pain in her shoulder. She had a gun, her feet kicked up sprouts of water in her wake as she tore through the trash-filled alley. Her opponent leapt to a chain link fence and she grabbed him by the ankle. With one, strong twist, she pulled him off the fence and he hit the ground with a bone-shattering impact.
The gun in her hands centered on his chest. "Do not move," she said.
She blinked and looked down at her tape recorder. She rewound back over the few seconds of silence and cleared her throat. "I want to keep him in the infirmary under observation for the next..."
---
Olivia dropped into her chair and scanned the desk. Paperwork, memos, the bulk of which was mind-numbing bureaucratic nonsense. She sighed and pulled the closest stack in front of her. Might as well get it over with. No sense in...
"Hold my hand," she said. "It's fine, it'll be fine..."
"Janet," the blonde woman in the bed whispered. Her throat and black t-shirt were soaked with blood, her face twisted in pain. Olivia saw a hand - not hers; a little too pale, too fine-boned to be hers - clutch the blonde woman's hand and squeeze. "It hurts."
"I know," she said softly. "I'm here. I'll take care of you."
She looked up and saw Elliot bent over his own desk. She scanned the room and saw Munch, Fin and Captain Cragen going about their business as usual. She scratched the back of her neck and decided to ignore it.
---
Janet loved this.
Sitting on Sam's lap, reading, Sam's lips on the back of her neck. She stroked Sam's arm and closed her eyes. "Mm, baby, that feels so good..."
Sam's hand kneaded her thigh and Janet whimpered low in her throat. "Higher?" Sam whispered.
"Higher," Janet nodded. She put the book aside.
---
Olivia shifted in bed. She had flashes, phantom feelings of a hand on her thigh, of someone kissing the back of her neck. She rolled onto her side and drew her knees to her chest. She had to be at work early in the morning, she'd already been up too late. She forced herself to fall asleep. There'd be time for gratification tomorrow in the shower. She bit her lip and ignored the disembodied hand she could almost physically feel between her legs.
---
Janet stopped at the red light and drummed her fingers on the steering wheel. In the back seat, Cassandra was thumbing through her history book for the folded essay she'd stuck there the night before. Janet glanced at her in the rear view mirror and smiled. Only a year on this world and she was already rocketing to the top of her classes. It was enough to...
---
...Olivia turned on the shower, hot, and grabbed the detachable shower head. Her hand was almost shaking; last night had been almost unbearable; those phantom touches had followed her into her dreams. She had seen the blonde woman again, no longer injured, beautiful and naked and sweating. She spread her legs and leaned against the tile wall as she...
---
"Ooooooo," Janet gasped. Her hands snapped shut around the steering wheel, her eyes closed and her jaw fell open.
Sam, in the passenger seat, looked over at her. Cassandra barely glanced up. Janet exhaled, her jaw trembling, and squeezed her thighs together. "Mm. Oh. Oh."
Sam had heard those sounds before, but she didn't know what the hell was causing them. She glanced nervously into the backseat and cleared her throat. "Uh, Janet..."
"I don't know," Janet panted. She curled her tongue out and licked her top lip. "I... uhmm... oh." She was lifting her hips in her seat, thrusting towards some invisible stimulant. Sam looked around. "I, I... oh, God..."
"Mom?" Cassandra finally said.
Sam turned in her seat. "Uh, Cassandra, your Mom is feeling a little sick. Do you mind walking the rest of the way...?"
"Nope," Cassandra said. She leaned forward and kissed Sam on the cheek. "Bye, Mom! Feel better!"
As soon as the back door slammed shut, Janet straightened up and her hands went to her lap. Trembling fingers unfastened her jeans and she shoved her hand down into them. "Ooh, God. Oh. Ooh, God..." She humped her hand, hunched over the steering wheel, legs twisting first one way and then the other.
Sam looked in the rearview mirror and saw no one on the road behind them. She looked down at Janet's lap and wondered what on Earth could have caused such a sudden and violent arousal.
---
Olivia sank to the cold, wet floor of the shower stall. She smiled lazily at the ceiling and let the detachable head slip from her fingers.
---
Janet cried out her orgasm and sank against the seat. She kept her hand between her legs for a few seconds before finally pulling it out. Sam cleared her throat and Janet turned her sex-bleary eyes towards her. "Hi," she sighed.
"Hi," Sam chuckled. "What the hell was that?"
"No clue. Bumpy roads haven't made me horny since I was in high school."
"You want me to drive home?" Sam asked.
Janet nodded. "Thank you for getting rid of Cassandra, by the way. It could've been..."
"Yeah," Sam said. They unfastened their seatbelts and moved to switch seats. Janet lifted her hips and Sam slid underneath her. Janet reached down to pulled herself over and realized Sam was underneath her. She sat on Sam's thighs and leaned back, pinning her to the driver's seat. Sam smiled. "Honey..."
Janet ground her hips back.
"Honey," Sam said, more firmly this time.
"Drive home," Janet said as she finally slipped to the passenger seat. "We're going to be late for work."
---
Olivia had changed into a pair of jeans, but she was still topless when another wave hit. She leaned against the headboard, mouth open and groaned, "Oh, you have got to be kidding me..."
---
They made love on the couch. Janet's panties, wet from the adventure in the car, were brushed against Sam's lips before they were tossed aside. Janet, naked, reclined on the sofa cushions and lifted her hips to Sam's mouth. She groaned and pinched her nipples, lifted her head to the ceiling and sighed.
---
Alex knocked on the door and, after a moment, used her key to slip into the apartment. "Olivia?" she asked. She stepped into the living room and looked for signs of the detective. There was a muffled thump from the direction of the bedroom and, every sex crime story she'd ever heard rushing back to her, rushed towards the closed door. She didn't bother knocking, imagining every rapist she'd put away who had vowed revenge on the detectives, and froze at the sight before her.
Olivia Benson, legs spread, hands buried between her thighs. She was lying on the bed, her jeans around her knees but otherwise naked. Her hair was still wet from the shower, her hands working so furiously that she hadn't realized that she was no longer alone. Alex smiled and walked across the room. She dropped between Olivia's naked thighs and bent forward.
---
"OH!" Janet cried. Her entire body went tense and one hand went to the back of Sam's head. Suddenly, Sam's tongue seemed to have split in two. She had never had a threesome, but good lord, if this is what it felt like... "Oh, fuck, howareyoudoingthat don't stop!"
---
Olivia sagged against the mattress and brushed her hands over her lips. She panted and pushed her hair out of her face, trying to steady her nerves.
"That was an unexpected surprise," Alex said.
Olivia jumped and looked down. "Alex?!"
Alex ran her thumb over her bottom lip and stood up. "Who did you think was down there?"
Olivia blushed and shook her head. "I-I... was kind of caught up..."
"I'd say so."
Olivia sat up and kissed Alex softly. She tasted herself on her lips and smiled. Alex brushed her hands over Olivia's bare breasts and tweaked her nipples.
Alex leaned back and said, "If this is the typical car pool, I'll drive every day."
---
Over the next few weeks, Janet got to know her ghosts very well. She knew that she was... possessed? Visited by?... Olivia, who was a cop in New York. She knew Alex, with those cute black-rimmed glasses, was Olivia's lover. She had figured out they didn't sleep together often, but when they did... oh, boy, it was a 'slam the walls and wake the neighbors' sort of time.
Not all of her flashes were sexual, however. She got plenty of brief glimpses of paperwork, interrogations and mind-numbingly boring jogs. The jogging was the worst; the up-and-down motion made her sick to her stomach.
After the initial shock, things calmed down for Janet over the next couple of days. There was no more surprise morning masturbation, no more sudden urges to hump a wall. Olivia and Alex seemed to confine their planned sexual exploits to the late-night hours when either a vibrator or Sam was close at hand.
A week into her bizarre double-life, Janet and Sam were making love. Janet was on top, the leather strap-on digging into her hip as she thrust into Sam. Both were panting, Sam's knees bent on either side of Janet's body. Janet closed her eyes and saw Alex's back. She and Olivia were lying on their sides, Olivia behind Alex with a strap-on, thrusting into her from behind.
Sam groaned and Janet arched her back. "Oh, Alex," she whispered.
"What?" Sam breathed.
"What?"
"Alex..." Sam sighed. "Who... oh, fuck... I'm-I'm..."
"Shh, shh," Janet whispered, kicking herself for the slip. She slowed her hips and eased herself out of Sam. She scooted down on the bed, moved onto her stomach and pressed her tongue against Sam's wet pussy lips. Sam groaned, arched her back and came. Janet covered her clit, nibbled at her lips and then slid up her body with a series of slow, open-mouthed kisses.
When they were face-to-face, Sam kissed Janet's lips and brushed her hair away from her sweaty forehead. "I won't be mad. If you... fantasize or..."
Janet kissed Sam's cheek. "It's so bizarre. I'm not sure what is going on, but lately I've been getting these... flashes. I am a cop named Olivia and I'm in love with an attorney named Alex. Alexandra, that is. She's blonde, like you, and strong, like you. I don't know if it's a fantasy or... o-or if I'm going out of my mind..."
"It's just your imagination working overtime," Sam assured her. She kissed both of Janet's eyelids and pulled her close. "You're really creative when you want to be... Madame President."
Janet laughed and lifted her head. "You're still on probation, Secret Service Agent Carter."
"I better watch myself... don't want another Presidential spanking..."
"Oh, honey," Janet said as she slipped a hand between Sam's legs. "It ain't about what you want..."
---
Alex lay on Olivia's lap and listened patiently. "I don't know what it is. I mean, I've never been that imaginative. But this woman, the blonde, Sam, goes to other planets and fights aliens. And I'm home, waiting to patch up her wounds. Does it... I don't know, am I crazy?"
"Yes," Alex said.
Olivia twisted Alex's nipple and Alex squeaked.
"It's just a fantasy. A highly involved fantasy, yes, but... a fantasy all the same." She sat up and twisted herself around. "So, Doctor." She took Olivia's wrists and guided them to the headboard. "Do these aliens ever take you prisoner?" She crossed Olivia's wrists and moved to straddle her. "Force the lovely blonde soldier to rescue you?"
"I'm sure it happens all the time," Olivia said, looking up at her lover. "Oh, please, Sam... please, I'm, I'm so scared..."
---
The black, horn-rimmed glasses had been a joke when Sam found them in the novelty shop. But as soon as she walked into the bedroom wearing them, she realized Janet was in anything but a joking mood. As they grappled on the bedroom floor, struggling with buttons and clasps, Sam breathed, "You can call me Alex. Call me Alex, Olivia."
"Alex," Janet groaned into Sam's mouth. "Oh, Alex..."
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The clerk signed on a dotted line and picked up the brown cardboard box. He placed it on the dolly with all the others and pushed it out of the evidence locker. The evidence was regarding cases that had gone to trial, so it had to be moved across town. The sooner the better; one of the cases was a rape/murder of an elementary school teacher.
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Two weeks later, Sam came to bed in the glasses. She raised her eyebrows and smiled until Janet looked up from her book. Janet smiled and leaned in to kiss Sam. "Not tonight. I want Sam tonight."
"Good enough," Sam said. She pulled the glasses off and slid down on the mattress. They kissed softly, their gentle foreplay leading into desperate love-making, and Sam said, "What are they up to, anyway?"
"Who?"
"Alex and Olivia."
"Oh. I don't know." She kissed her way down Sam's throat. "I haven't thought about them in a while." She slipped her leg between Sam's thighs and unbuttoned her pajama shirt. "I guess reality kind of overwhelmed them."
Sam smiled. "Well, that's good to hear. I was worried you weren't... you know... fulfilled..."
"No, ma'am," Janet whispered. She kissed between Sam's breasts and repeated, "No, ma'am."
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The role play had moved on. Alex was a patrol officer, Olivia was the big-bad detective who was caught speeding.
The Dr. Janet/Soldier Sam fantasy seemed so long ago, Olivia didn't even remember how real Janet had felt, how she sometimes thought she could just reach out and touch her...
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Sam brushed Janet's hair and watched her sleep. She wouldn't have asked Janet to stop, but she was glad the role-play was over. It had felt so bizarre to be... someone else. And when they made love as Alex and Olivia, it had actually felt like someone else was behind the wheel. Like Janet ceased to exist and Olivia was a real, breathing person. If it had gone on any longer, or had expanded beyond the bedroom, she would've had to alert the SGC.
That conversation, she did not want to even consider.
She slipped down on the mattress, curled her arms around Janet and kissed her temple. "I love you, Janet."
"Mm, Sam," Janet whispered as she settled against Sam's body warmth.
Sam smiled. Take that, Alexandra, wherever you are...