Prelude by LilFerret

Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Summary: She’d wanted this. She’d just never expected it to actually…happen.
Rated: Adult/NC17
Categories: PWP, Femslash
Characters/Ship: Janet Fraiser/Sam Carter
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Graphic sex
Completed: Yes
Word count: 1,280
Published: 05/25/09
Prompt: Written for sams_ceara, cuz…she likes this pairing. *nods and grins*
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.


Here at Area 52...

Prelude

Sam’s breath caught with the first feel of soft lips against her own. Her heart raced and her senses reeled, taking in the gentle smell of floral shampoo. Her hands moved of their own volition, one into the woman’s hair, fingers tangling in short locks, the other gripping a slender hip as she settled herself under the unexpected yet not unwelcome assault. She’d wanted this. She’d just never expected it to actually…happen.

Her mouth accepted a demand for entrance without putting up a defense, and she moaned when tongues stroked each other, fighting for dominance. A palm brushed up her stomach and over a breast, making her gasp into the mouth covering her own. Bolts of pleasure shot straight between her legs, and she shifted against the woman atop her as she felt moisture soak her underwear.

The kiss that had been so soft only a moment before became aggressive, lips sucking on her own, the sting warning her she’s be bruised later. They moved to her jaw line, her gasped breath an urgent plea by her lungs for much needed oxygen. They slid down her throat, teeth joining in the fray and nipping at her pulse point, causing Sam to arch upward, the hand on her breast now just a thumb and forefinger, plucking her tormented nipple into a tight peak.

The lips and teeth slid still lower, and Samantha Carter found that her normally active and over-analytical brain was shutting out everything but the pleasure she was experiencing. She groaned her approval as her shirt and bra were pushed up, hot lips and wet tongue exploring her by now red and abused breast and then focusing on the hardened bud, encircling and flicking and sucking hard.

A hand unfastened the button to her jeans and slid down her zipper. She fought not to cry out when warm fingers slipped under the elastic cotton panties and found her moist heat, stroking and teasing her eager flesh and generally driving her out of her mind. She ground into the hand that was exploring her with such ease, the sounds in her throat reminding her of her own cat’s purr. She’d have been self-conscious but the urgent need for release and the intense pleasure she knew this woman promised her were all that clouded her mind at the moment. She briefly smirked when the thought occurred to her that the Colonel would be shocked with her lack of…well…thinking, before she gave up the attempt at brain function and moaned loudly as the waves of her orgasm slammed through her.

The lips on her breast briefly pulled away, giving the other its share of attention, before trailing a path down her goose fleshed stomach, headed where Sam could only hope they were headed. She drew in one ragged breath after the next, her eyes meeting those of the brunette currently kissing her stomach for just a second. It was long enough to see more than just simple lust there, but before she could over-think what she thought she saw hidden in their intense depths the eyes belonging to the woman atop her dropped to the current task at hand: driving Samantha Carter insane.

Nimble hands drew her jeans down her legs and off, after carefully removing her boots and socks and placing them neatly by the foot of the couch. Sam couldn’t help but smile. This woman knew everything about her, including her intense insistence at order in all things. It was no wonder she knew how to please her.

Lips paused mid-kiss to her right thigh. “You’re thinking, Sam,” the woman accused, eyebrow arching. “I know how that brain of yours works.”

Sam blushed, smiling and running her fingers through the other woman’s hair. “I know you do.” The woman’s head tilted, regarding the blonde on the couch before her for a moment before dropping another kiss to the other thigh. “And you’re right.”

“I am…” It was a statement of wonder, not a question. A warm breath fluttered over her wet flesh, making her shiver.

“Mmm hmm,” Sam answered. “But you already knew that.”

“Yes. Yes I did.” A pink tongue darted out, flicking at her clit. She bucked, the other woman having to hold her down. “So cut it out, young lady, or no more of…this.” Her lips closed around the tender bud and tugged, making Sam yelp in pleasure.

“Wh-Who you calling young lady?” she panted, eyes closing and teeth digging into her lip.

“You,” was her only answer, followed by a swipe of tongue along her folds, and then again, as Sam felt her legs begin to tremble. “Unless, of course, you’d prefer ma’am.”

Sam’s eyes flew open, her breathing labored as she glared at the woman between her legs. “So not funny, Janet.”

“Well, Sam,” her best friend and now, if she had her way, girlfriend, managed between licks and bites, “of course not. After all, I’m your CMO. I outrank you.”

The lips and tongue that had momentarily managed to infuriate her were now re-focused between her legs, stroking and sucking and making her toes curl. Sam whimpered, struggling not to close her thighs around the head buried there. Her neck arched, and her pelvis pressed up into a waiting mouth.

“I…oh God…”

She felt her self-control shatter completely as she came apart for a second time. This time it was more intense, and Sam could feel her calves trying to cramp as she strained ever-closer to the wicked mouth that was still licking and sucking at her flesh. She let go of the woman’s hair and gripped the couch with both fists.

“Janet…”

“Hmm?” Another stroke of the tongue, and then a soft bite. “You’re interrupting my work, Sam.”

She glared at the woman again, before crying out when two fingers entered her throbbing center and stroked. What the hell was she trying to do to her? She’d already come twice. “Please…?”

The woman’s head lifted but the fingers didn’t stop their movements. “Please what, Sam?”

“You’re killing me.”

“Am I?” her friend asked, smirking. She looked like a female version of Jack O’Neill when she did that. Sam frowned when she realized how non-unsettling that was. It was sort of…hot. In a weird way. “Stop frowning at me, young lady.”

“You are so going to get it, Janet Fraiser,” she threatened, gasping when her friend just thrust her fingers faster.

“Oh, I’m sure I will, Sam,” she patronized, reaching for an exposed breast and tugging on the nipple. Sam shuddered, biting her lip as a slow, mild orgasm rolled through her, making her moan aloud. “I’ve no doubts in my mind.”

The fingers were removed from her breast and within her, and she wordlessly rolled to her side when prompted to do so, the warm, clothed body of her friend and lover spooning up behind her and drawing a blanket down over them from the back of the couch. Lips that had regarded her with such passion and reckless abandon now kissed the back of her damp neck, before hands undid her bra and removed it. Her shirt soon followed, pulled over her head.

Sam laid her cheek against the pillow at the end of the couch, sated and tired. Janet’s arm wound around her waist, her fingers lazily stroking her stomach.

“What about you, Janet?”

“Shh,” her friend replied, snuggling closer and burying her face in the back of the blonde’s neck. “Plenty of time for that later.”

“Ok.”

“Good girl.”

Sam glared across the room for a moment before sighing and closing her eyes. Right. For now, this was enough. But later? Yeah, her friend was so going to get it…


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