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Day 31 Fic: "Indiscretions," Stargate SG-1, Sam/Vala, Carolyn Lam
Title: Indiscretions
Author: geonncannon
Pairing: Sam/Vala, Carolyn Lam
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Words: 1,031
Notes: Vala and Carter are at the SGC at the same time. Put it wherever in the series timeline it'll fit. ;-D
"Carolyn! I'm glad I caught you."
Carolyn Lam turned and waited until her father, General Hank Landry, caught up with her. "What can I do for you?" she asked professionally.
"That's all I get?" he asked. "No 'hi, dad,' no 'how are you'?"
"Hi, Dad. How are you. What can I do for you?"
He smirked and ran his card through the elevator scanner. "You're on your way out to meet SG-1 for drinks, right?"
"I am."
"Vala will be there, I assume. Part of her 'exposure to Earth life' that she's so keen on?"
"I've been told she'll be there, yes," Carolyn said, unsure where this was heading.
They stepped onto the elevator. "I was wondering if maybe you could have a talk with her. Woman-to-woman."
"About?"
"I've been getting reports that she's not exactly subtle in seeking out... entertainment, shall we say...?"
Carolyn smirked. "You heard about her holding court in the men's locker room."
"What?"
She wiped the smile. "Nothing."
Landry looked at her for another moment before clearing his throat. "Yes, well... just a few words about discretion would be wonderful."
"I'll see what I can do."
---
Teal'c had chosen an out of the way country-western bar for the get-together. Jack O'Neill may have transferred to Washington, but his legacy lived on in his Jaffa protégé. Vala was wearing a short denim skirt and cowboy boots and a plaid shirt unbuttoned enough to show off her belly and cleavage. Her hair was in pigtails, sticking out from either side of the cowboy hat she was wearing.
This outfit, Carolyn decided, was the main cause of her father's request.
Of course, Samantha Carter wasn't much better in her painted-on, second-skin, how-the-hell-did-she-tuck-that-blouse-into-those jeans. They lounged in a far booth, Cam and Daniel far more appropriate in their plain white dress shirts. Teal'c had gone the extra step, wearing a brown vest with fringe on the lapels and a cowboy hat to hide his tattoo.
Carolyn sat through various stories and half a pitcher of beer before Vala excused herself. She and Carter got out of the booth and headed for the back of the bar with the excuse of playing pool. Both women disappeared quickly in the crowd and the fog of smoke. Carolyn waited a moment, eventually deciding that Colonel Carter might help back her up.
She stood and excused herself, following the path Vala and the Colonel had taken through the bar. She searched the pool tables and saw no sign of Vala or Colonel Carter. The only other option was a bare wooden door that she assumed led to the bathrooms.
She turned the knob and stepped into a dark, cluttered hallway, positive no one had come this way, and was about to leave when she heard Vala's low-throated chuckle. She paused and stepped fully into the hallway, letting the door close quietly behind her. She craned her neck until she spotted Vala against the far wall, eyes closed and her head tilted back.
Colonel Carter was nowhere in sight. She was about to ask Vala what she was doing when the alien gasped and said, "Oh, yes, right there..."
Carolyn's eyes widened. Oh. That's where Carter was.
She ducked behind a stack of crates, eyes wide, wondering if she could slip back into the bar without attracting attention. She was about to give it a shot when Carter said, "It's your fault." Carolyn peeked out and saw Carter was now standing, pressing Vala's body to the wall with her own. They kissed, a hotter sight Carolyn couldn't recall, and Carter gasped, "Wearing that dress."
"Blaming me for your lack of self-control?" Vala asked, closing her eyes as Carter did something between their bodies with one hand. Carolyn closed her eyes, trying to will herself not to get turned on.
Like that ever worked...
"It's your fault," Carter repeated.
"I need... a spanking," Vala gasped, laughing a little as Carter squirmed against her.
Carolyn touched herself through her slacks, trying to reconcile the fact that she was masturbating in a dirty hallway, next to a door that anyone could walk through and catch her...
Oh, shit, why would that make her hotter?
She bit her lip and undid her fly, deciding to celebrate the discovery that she was a thrill-seeker. There was the rasp of a zipper down the hall and Sam dropped out of sight again. Carolyn closed her eyes and pictured what the gorgeous blonde was doing, pictured her hand sliding into those oh-so-tight jeans Carter was wearing...
She tried to remember a panty-line on those jeans. Couldn't recall seeing one. Her fantasy just tripled in hotness. She moved quickly, two fingers, trying to just get off and get out. Save the long, drawn-out, detailed fantasy for her bedroom later.
Not that she'd revisit this later. No, sir.
"Ah, god, Sam..."
Oh, shit, Carolyn thought. She pulled her hand free, wiping her fingers on the thigh of her jeans as she tried to get the zipper back up. She had just succeeded when Vala and Carter passed by her hiding spot.
"Hello, Doctor Lam," Vala said casually.
Carter, at least, had the goodwill to blush as she hurried back into the crowded barroom. Carolyn covered her face, temporarily frozen from humiliation, and tucked her shirt back in. She wasn't sure when it had come untucked. She made sure her clothes were all straight and took the walk of shame back to the booth.
Carter and Vala had gone to the bar to get another pitcher, arriving at the table at the same time Carolyn returned.
"Ladies!" Cam said, finishing a shot glass pyramid in the center of the table. "Who won?"
Vala smirked wickedly. "Carolyn. Carolyn won."
Carter burst into laughter. Daniel and Cam glanced at each other and decided not to question it.
---
"What did you want to tell me?"
"Hmm?"
"Earlier," Vala said. "You said there was something you, Sam and I needed to discuss."
"Oh," Carolyn said, laying her head back down on Vala's chest. She pulled her foot away from Sam's tickling fingers, smirking down at the Colonel sprawled across her lower body. "It doesn't seem important now..."
Theeeeeeee ennnnnnnnd.
31 days of masturbation, done and done. *begins sterilizing Microsoft Word* ;-D
Author: geonncannon
Pairing: Sam/Vala, Carolyn Lam
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Words: 1,031
Notes: Vala and Carter are at the SGC at the same time. Put it wherever in the series timeline it'll fit. ;-D
"Carolyn! I'm glad I caught you."
Carolyn Lam turned and waited until her father, General Hank Landry, caught up with her. "What can I do for you?" she asked professionally.
"That's all I get?" he asked. "No 'hi, dad,' no 'how are you'?"
"Hi, Dad. How are you. What can I do for you?"
He smirked and ran his card through the elevator scanner. "You're on your way out to meet SG-1 for drinks, right?"
"I am."
"Vala will be there, I assume. Part of her 'exposure to Earth life' that she's so keen on?"
"I've been told she'll be there, yes," Carolyn said, unsure where this was heading.
They stepped onto the elevator. "I was wondering if maybe you could have a talk with her. Woman-to-woman."
"About?"
"I've been getting reports that she's not exactly subtle in seeking out... entertainment, shall we say...?"
Carolyn smirked. "You heard about her holding court in the men's locker room."
"What?"
She wiped the smile. "Nothing."
Landry looked at her for another moment before clearing his throat. "Yes, well... just a few words about discretion would be wonderful."
"I'll see what I can do."
---
Teal'c had chosen an out of the way country-western bar for the get-together. Jack O'Neill may have transferred to Washington, but his legacy lived on in his Jaffa protégé. Vala was wearing a short denim skirt and cowboy boots and a plaid shirt unbuttoned enough to show off her belly and cleavage. Her hair was in pigtails, sticking out from either side of the cowboy hat she was wearing.
This outfit, Carolyn decided, was the main cause of her father's request.
Of course, Samantha Carter wasn't much better in her painted-on, second-skin, how-the-hell-did-she-tuck-that-blouse-into-those jeans. They lounged in a far booth, Cam and Daniel far more appropriate in their plain white dress shirts. Teal'c had gone the extra step, wearing a brown vest with fringe on the lapels and a cowboy hat to hide his tattoo.
Carolyn sat through various stories and half a pitcher of beer before Vala excused herself. She and Carter got out of the booth and headed for the back of the bar with the excuse of playing pool. Both women disappeared quickly in the crowd and the fog of smoke. Carolyn waited a moment, eventually deciding that Colonel Carter might help back her up.
She stood and excused herself, following the path Vala and the Colonel had taken through the bar. She searched the pool tables and saw no sign of Vala or Colonel Carter. The only other option was a bare wooden door that she assumed led to the bathrooms.
She turned the knob and stepped into a dark, cluttered hallway, positive no one had come this way, and was about to leave when she heard Vala's low-throated chuckle. She paused and stepped fully into the hallway, letting the door close quietly behind her. She craned her neck until she spotted Vala against the far wall, eyes closed and her head tilted back.
Colonel Carter was nowhere in sight. She was about to ask Vala what she was doing when the alien gasped and said, "Oh, yes, right there..."
Carolyn's eyes widened. Oh. That's where Carter was.
She ducked behind a stack of crates, eyes wide, wondering if she could slip back into the bar without attracting attention. She was about to give it a shot when Carter said, "It's your fault." Carolyn peeked out and saw Carter was now standing, pressing Vala's body to the wall with her own. They kissed, a hotter sight Carolyn couldn't recall, and Carter gasped, "Wearing that dress."
"Blaming me for your lack of self-control?" Vala asked, closing her eyes as Carter did something between their bodies with one hand. Carolyn closed her eyes, trying to will herself not to get turned on.
Like that ever worked...
"It's your fault," Carter repeated.
"I need... a spanking," Vala gasped, laughing a little as Carter squirmed against her.
Carolyn touched herself through her slacks, trying to reconcile the fact that she was masturbating in a dirty hallway, next to a door that anyone could walk through and catch her...
Oh, shit, why would that make her hotter?
She bit her lip and undid her fly, deciding to celebrate the discovery that she was a thrill-seeker. There was the rasp of a zipper down the hall and Sam dropped out of sight again. Carolyn closed her eyes and pictured what the gorgeous blonde was doing, pictured her hand sliding into those oh-so-tight jeans Carter was wearing...
She tried to remember a panty-line on those jeans. Couldn't recall seeing one. Her fantasy just tripled in hotness. She moved quickly, two fingers, trying to just get off and get out. Save the long, drawn-out, detailed fantasy for her bedroom later.
Not that she'd revisit this later. No, sir.
"Ah, god, Sam..."
Oh, shit, Carolyn thought. She pulled her hand free, wiping her fingers on the thigh of her jeans as she tried to get the zipper back up. She had just succeeded when Vala and Carter passed by her hiding spot.
"Hello, Doctor Lam," Vala said casually.
Carter, at least, had the goodwill to blush as she hurried back into the crowded barroom. Carolyn covered her face, temporarily frozen from humiliation, and tucked her shirt back in. She wasn't sure when it had come untucked. She made sure her clothes were all straight and took the walk of shame back to the booth.
Carter and Vala had gone to the bar to get another pitcher, arriving at the table at the same time Carolyn returned.
"Ladies!" Cam said, finishing a shot glass pyramid in the center of the table. "Who won?"
Vala smirked wickedly. "Carolyn. Carolyn won."
Carter burst into laughter. Daniel and Cam glanced at each other and decided not to question it.
---
"What did you want to tell me?"
"Hmm?"
"Earlier," Vala said. "You said there was something you, Sam and I needed to discuss."
"Oh," Carolyn said, laying her head back down on Vala's chest. She pulled her foot away from Sam's tickling fingers, smirking down at the Colonel sprawled across her lower body. "It doesn't seem important now..."
Theeeeeeee ennnnnnnnd.
31 days of masturbation, done and done. *begins sterilizing Microsoft Word* ;-D