Easy as 123 by LilFerret

Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Summary: “You’re evil,” Sam breathed, chest rising and falling as she struggled to regain her bearings. "Pure evil.”
Rated: Adult/NC17
Categories: PWP, Femslash, Established Relationship
Characters/Ship: Janet Fraiser/Sam Carter
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Graphic sex, Language
Completed: Yes
Word count: 1,458
Published: 06/02/09
Prompt: Written for sams_ceara, for whom I realize I’ll write just about anything. *blushes* Even though she didn’t ask for a fic…
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...

Easy as 123

Samantha Carter took a sip from her steaming cup of coffee, watching over the rim of the mug as her wife and best friend washed dishes from their earlier breakfast. She smiled against the ceramic when the tiny brunette reached over and flipped the dial on the tiny radio on the shelf, beginning to bob her head to the music and sing along.

Janet Fraiser could not sing. They both knew this. But it didn’t stop her from making the effort, out of tune, while the oldie but goodie spilled forth from the little black contraption. She let the cup she was washing slip back into the water and grabbed a wooden spoon from the counter. She spun on her heel and made her way toward the table where Sam was leaning, and the blonde couldn’t help but smirk.

“I'm gonna teach you, teach you, teach you, all about love girl, all about love. Sit yourself down, take a seat, all you gotta do is repeat after me…”

She grabbed Sam’s hand, forcing the smirking woman to quickly put her mug down on the table before she spilled it, the smaller woman twirling her around.

“ABC…Easy as...123…”

“Janet…”

“Or simple as...Do re mi…”

“Honey, I’m getting a little dizzy here…”

“ABC, 123, baby, you and me girl!”

Her wife spun her around again and Sam’s momentum made her lose her balance, stumbling for a second before she managed to topple them both over into a laughing, crumpled heap on the hard kitchen floor.

“Ow.”

“Your fault.”

“My fault?” asked Sam incredulously, but with a grin she couldn’t hide. “I told you I was getting dizzy.”

“Sure, sure,” the brunette challenged, dropping the spoon to the side and attempting to tickle the woman so haphazardly sprawled on top of her.

“You know that won’t work,” Sam giggled, squirming to escape the hands attacking her.

“Oh really?” the other woman challenged, redoubling her efforts and forcing the blonde to admit defeat, switching their positions until she was perched straddling Sam’s hips, hands holding the woman’s own hands against the floor, faces mere inches apart. “And exactly what will work, then?”

Sam shifted under her petite wife, positioning her thigh between her legs, and applying a gentle upward pressure. She felt smug when the woman’s breath caught, her hands were released, and the woman’s jean-clad sex pressed back as if of its own volition.

“I’m not sure,” Sam teased, voice low as she cupped the back of Janet’s head and drew her still closer, before slowly kissing the woman’s mouth, moving along her jaw, and then up to her ear. She bit her earlobe, earning her a gasp and another grind against her thigh. “But I can think of a few things you could try. Unless, of course, you’re chicken.”

It seemed mere seconds had passed until they were both naked, hands, mouths, and dirty little suggestions working each other into a sexual fog. Sam’s pussy ached as she sucked a large breast into her mouth, working the hard tip with her teeth and tongue, slipping her fingers into the damp curls presented to her.

“Oh God, Sam,” Janet moaned, rocking her hips along her wife’s hand and pressing her chest closer to the woman’s face. “Yes…”

Sam released one breast and moved to the other, her lips closing around the straining bud and pulling sharply, earning her a grunt and a surge of wetness around her fingers. She worked them slowly in and out at first, taking her time. But when she felt the other woman’s finger begin to stroke her own sex, she moaned and thrust her fingers hard into the wetness enveloping her digits.

Janet’s moans matched her own as that finger took up a steady rhythm against her clit, moving in circles and dipping ever so often to her opening and inside, drawing up along her folds to once again cause exquisite sensations to shoot from every contact. Sam’s mouth released the breast she’d been enjoying and her unoccupied hand cupped Janet’s neck, drawing her close again and sucking at her pulse point.

Her wife came first, trembling and shuddering and riding the fingers between her legs, her own hand still working Sam, even as she called out her lover’s name.

“Sam, oh God.”

Janet relaxed against her, her hand stilling as she lay boneless for a moment in Sam’s arms. Before Sam could whisper words of love to her, however, Janet was already slipping off of her, crawling backwards on her knees until her auburn head was positioned between the other woman’s thighs.

“Janet, you don’t have to…”

“I want to,” her wife interrupted, dipping her head and nuzzling the wet flesh before her. She held Sam’s legs down with both elbows as she used her fingertips to part her sex. Sam licked her lips and reached a hand out to tangle her fingers in Janet’s hair, a sudden groan escaping her when a firm, wet tongue made a pass against her aching center. She watched as her lover carefully touched every part of her, drawing the tip of her tongue from opening to clit, circling the swollen bundle of pleasure and dipping under the hood to stroke the most sensitive flesh beneath.

Her fingers tightened in Janet’s hair and she struggled not to thrust her hips upward, afraid she’d hurt the small woman. But when Janet closed her lips around her clit and flicked the tip hard with her tongue, all hope of remaining in control was lost. Two fingers were thrust inside her and she heard herself whimper as her orgasm slammed through her, Janet’s mouth relentless as it sucked at her clit, drawing the pleasure out. Wave after wave passed over her, and even after she thought she was done, Janet did not release her, continuing to thrust through her contracting sex.

The woman released her clit, hand remaining in place as she slid forward, her elbow holding her up as she closed her hand around an aching breast. Sam tossed her head side to side, unrestrained hips now leaving the floor as she arched into Janet’s touch. A wet mouth closed around her breast, sucking hard, her nipple throbbing against the assault even as she came apart a second time.

When she’d finally come down from the waves crashing through her, Janet slowly removed her hand, stroking her sex gently. The touch was still pleasurable but was meant to sooth, rather than elicit another orgasm.

Janet kissed her other breast, neglected and straining for attention, and sucked at the nipple softly until Sam cried out, begging her to stop.

Her eyes had closed at some point, though she wasn’t sure when, and when she re-opened them she was met with the bemused eyes of her wife, smirking and chuckling softly.

“You’re evil,” Sam breathed, chest rising and falling as she struggled to regain her bearings. "Pure evil.”

“That’ll teach you,” was the answer, the woman pressing a soft kiss to her lips before grabbing at clothes and getting to her feet. “You know I won’t turn down a dare.”

“Mmm hmm,” Sam agreed, taking an offered hand and using it as leverage to get to her own feet. “Silly me.”

She and Janet got dressed quickly, the brunette returning to the sink to finish the dishes, grabbing the forgotten spoon from the floor and tossing it into the water before reaching for a plate. “The water’s cold,” she complained, frowning.

“So is my coffee,” Sam muttered, wrinkling her nose and placing the cup on the counter. She wrapped her arms around her wife and pressed her cheek to Janet’s. “How ‘bout we just forget about chores and go back to bed?”

“Samantha Carter, we just had sex on the kitchen floor. Are you telling me you still didn’t get enough?”

“Something like that.”

“And what about Cassie’s birthday present,” the woman argued, reaching to turn off the radio before turning around in her arms and raising an eyebrow, letting her hand wander underneath Sam’s shirt and up to a breast, cupping it and flicking her thumb over the nipple.

“Tomorrow,” Sam moaned, pulling away from her wife and grabbing the violating hand. She dragged the amused woman behind her and headed for the bedroom. “Right now, I’m plotting ways to fuck you senseless!”

“LANGUAGE!” Janet scolded, closing the bedroom door behind them before being dragged onto the bed. “Such a mouth on you!”

“You love my mouth.”

“Maybe…when it’s not cursing like a sailor.”

The women knelt on the bed, staring each other down, the gauntlet thrown. Then a wicked smirk crossed Sam’s face and she tackled the brunette to the bed, pinning her down.

“Then by all means, allow me to demonstrate what else it can do…”


~end~

*toddles off to bite nails nervously*