Title: Stargate SG-1: A Matter Of Trust (lesbian celebrity)
Author: John O'Connor
Email: lushcoltrane@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17.
Pairings: Sam & Janet.
Category: First time.
Date: 7 June 2001
Series: Trust.
Website: http://www.ma-at.net/Sam-and-Janet-God
Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of the author.
Summary: Janet asks Sam to trust her.
Notes: My first-time entry for AJ's challenge. Totally unbeta-ed, just spell-checked. Slight spoiler for season 4's "Entity." _______________________________________________________ A Matter Of Trust
"Do you trust me?"
She nodded slowly. It wasn't hesitation that slowed her nod. It was more like curiosity. A deep, burning curiosity that still surprised her after nearly 4 years of knowing the other woman. "With my life."
Janet Fraiser felt a warm glow when Samantha Carter responded so sincerely. She decided to stop second guessing herself and go with the decision she had finally reached last night in her lonely bed. The decision that seemed so right as she drifted off to sleep but suddenly seemed so reckless as she stood there in Sam's lab. But, when Sam smiled at her, Janet had to know...
"Sam, you know I would never hurt you or do anything to you," Janet said, stepping around the large lab table in the middle of the room.
Sam nodded needlessly, "I know, Janet. I do trust you. You're my best friend. And you've done so much... Saved me, the SGC, everyone too many times to count."
Janet smile faded and she quietly said, "Yes, but I lost so many..."
Sam stood and took Janet's hand reassuringly, "I'm sorry, Janet. Unfortunately it goes with the territory."
Nodding, Janet agreed, "Yes, it does." She paused for several moments. "But now I want to help you..."
"Me? How? Why?"
"Sam, you are a very special, loving woman. I..." Janet paused, her mouth suddenly dry. Forcing herself to swallow, she continued, "I hate to see you lonely. You've been lonely too long." Janet wasn't about to add, 'And your taste in men has been lousy.' Not with a failed marriage under her own belt, she wasn't.
Instead, the young doctor said, "I want to help you fill the void in your life." 'And mine,' Janet added soundlessly.
Sam smirked, "Oh? Got someone in mind?"
Janet nodded slowly. Glancing briefly at the burned-out security camera (fried by one of Sam's unending experiments with a Naqada reactor), she gently took Sam's face in her hands and kissed the taller woman. When Sam didn't pull away, Janet deepened the kiss, her tongue lightly tracing the shape of Sam's lips. When Sam's lips parted, Janet softly, slowly slid her tongue into Sam's mouth. Sam's tongue met Janet and the two danced together in a wet ballet of passion. Sam's arms wrapped around Janet's slender frame and Janet found herself wondering why she had waited so long. Janet's arms moved around Sam, holding the taller blonde tightly.
The kiss seemed to go on and on. Both women were completely lost in each other, each feeling a completeness in the sensuous contact. Neither knew how long the kiss could have lasted when it was abruptly interrupted by the base-wide klaxon indicating a returning SG team.
Janet stood staring up into Sam's blue eyes, her breathing rapid, her face flushed, and her heart racing. Seeing Sam's face and feeling her body, Janet knew she was having a similar reaction.
Feeling an unfamiliar, but very pleasant flooding sensation in her groin, Sam finally managed to say, "God, Janet, how long...?"
"I don't know, Sam. But for a while..."
"I never... I didn't even imagine... I don't know what to say."
"Say it feels right? That you feel...?" Janet's voice faded out but the plea was there.
Sam smiled, losing herself in those brown eyes, "I never would've thought I would want this but I...I do.
This does feel right. More right than anything has in a long time. Maybe ever."
Both women stood there, still wrapped in each other's arms, each woman staring deeply into the other's eyes.
Neither wanted the moment to end. Finally, dutifully, Janet slid out of Sam's embrace.
"I have to go. Need to see about the post-mission..."
Her words were cut off by Sam's gentle kiss.
"Don't be too long. I think I'm almost finished here," Sam whispered.
Janet nodded, "Come to the Med Center when you're finished..." Then she placed a soft kiss on those lips she had enjoyed and left the lab.
Sam stood there, surprised at herself but with a happy grin on her face, as she touched her mouth. She could still taste the young doctor.
Wondering at the events of the morning in her lab, Sam slowly made her way to the Med Center. She was now unsure of what they had done. Unsure if they would continue; it they should continue. Fears and insecurity were heavy on her mind; fear of a homophobic Air Force, fear of these new feelings, but the strongest fear was of remaining alone. That's what drove her to the Med Center.
Stepping into the Med Center, she saw Janet standing there talking to one of the nurses. Her heart beat faster and she knew that she did want this. She didn't know if she had ever felt so sure of anything in her life. Then her insecurity kicked in: why would this beautiful woman want her?
"He-ey, Sam. Just a minute," Janet said, beaming that radiant smile of hers at Sam. For that smile, Sam felt she could walk over hot coals barefoot.
"Yes, Sam?" Janet said, handing a clipboard to the nurse. "What can I do for you?"
Momentarily nonplussed by Janet's casual attitude, Sam said, "I, uh, I... It's nothing. Sorry..." She felt suddenly deflated. What about the kiss earlier? Was is all some mistake? Sadness washed over her. She felt like something special had been snatched away from her.
"Sam, I think I know the trouble," Janet winked at the taller woman. "Step into my office, please."
Once inside, Janet pulled Sam close and kissed her. Sam felt her heart soar and returned the kiss, feverishly devouring the woman's mouth.
Their kiss was long and hot. They finally broke it when their legs threatened to give out. They stood for a moment holding each other and staring into wide eyes like they had in the astrophysics lab earlier.
Sam finally broke the comfortable silence. "If you have wanted... Janet, why now?" Her hands moved under the white lab coat and down to gently cup and squeeze the doctor's shapely ass through her uniform skirt, taking the edge off her question.
Janet slid her hands under the back of Sam's black field shirt to feel the warm bare skin there, goose bumps and all. She toyed with the back of Sam's bra with one hand while the other traced the waist of her fatigue pants.
"When you were dead..." Janet had to pause, the memory was still painfully strong. "When we thought you were dead and the Entity... I was afraid I'd lost you forever. I felt lost, afraid, and more lonely than I thought possible. When I was supposed to remove your life support..." Janet's breath caught and tears began to fill her eyes.
Sam felt a deep ache that this woman was still hurting. She gently kissed Janet's forehead and murmured, "I had no idea, Janet. But it's okay now...shh... I'm okay. I'm here and I don't plan on leaving you."
Janet smiled up at her friend and soon to be lover, and said, "Whe...when you were okay, I swore that I would tell you how I felt, even if you didn't feel the same. Then I chickened out and didn't say anything for...well, since then."
"I'm glad you did. Ever since you kissed me in my lab, I've been thinking about you, about us. I guess I just didn't realize it before but I have felt the same way. Just too stubborn to admit it, I guess."
Janet chuckled and said in a voice still thick with unshed tears, "You always were kinda dense about romance, Sam."
"Hey!" Sam laughed. Then she asked, "This may not be wise here..."
"No security cams or mikes in my office. A doctor needs privacy and I made sure I have it." Janet led Sam to the nearby government-issue vinyl sofa and sat her down. Looking at the lovely blonde, she suddenly felt insecure, completely unaware that Sam felt the same way. In a strangely timid voice she asked, "Kiss me?"
Drawing the doctor onto her lap, Sam brushed a strand of brown hair behind Janet's ear and said, "Anytime. Whenever you want..."
They kissed and Sam lay back on the cushions, pulling Janet down on top of her. Janet and Sam kissed hungrily, tongues dancing together. Their needs and desires were growing rather than being sated.
Janet pushed against the cushions away from Sam. "I think you're a little flushed, Major. I believe it's my duty as CMO to examine you to make sure nothing is wrong. Please stand up and remove your clothing"
Sam stared at Janet for a moment in wonder then rose from her prone position and peeled off her t-shirt (it was almost off anyway, bunched up over her breasts by Janet's hands). She then sat and took off her boots and socks before standing again to unfasten her pants and pull them over her hips. Sam stood before Janet in a regulation bra and panties, her skin white in the glow of the overhead lights.
Momentarily distracted, Janet shook her head and said, "Uh, Major Carter, I meant all your clothing."
Turning so her back was to Janet, Sam said over her shoulder, "Doctor, there seems to be something wrong with the clasp here. Can you help me?"
Janet smiled and came up to the taller woman. As she took the bra strap in hand, she felt the heat of Sam's body. As she undid the clasp with ease, she reached around to "assist" in removing the white cotton undergarment.
Sam moaned loudly as Janet cupped her breast from behind, pinching both nipples and planting wet kisses on her neck. Janet's tongue licked the curve of her ear before nibbling lightly on the lobe. Sam shuddered as those delicate hands slid down her stomach to the thin cotton panties she wore. One hand cupped her covered sex and the other traced the oval shape of her navel. Her tongue continued to explore the contours of Sam's ear.
Janet could feel the wet heat between Sam's legs. The woman's panties were sodden. This brought a rush of heat to Janet's groin. She ground her hips against the round ass in front of her as she slid two of her fingers through the leg hole and into the steamy slit.
Sam gasped at the intrusive fingers. She wanted Janet more than anything she could remember. She wanted the diminutive doctor, wanted her to continue touching her. "Oh God, Janet..."
Janet pulled her fingers out of Sam, turned the woman around to face her and licked those gleaming fingers clean as she stared into those lust-glazed, blue eyes.
Reaching out, Janet yanked the panties down and told Sam to sit on the edge of the couch. She went to her desk and retrieved an old-fashioned thermometer. "You seem do seem to be overheated. I'd better take your temperature," she drawled huskily.
Kneeling between Sam's legs, Janet stared at the blond-fringed vagina for the first time in a non-medical way. The outer labia were slightly parted, revealing more succulent flesh within. It was like a beautiful flower to Janet's eyes. She raked the blond tuft with her fingertips and, peeling the swollen lips apart, slid the thermometer into the wet opening.
Sam gasped as Janet touched her again. When the little glass rod was twirled in her, she felt little shivers along her spine. This woman was driving her mad!
Janet smirked up at Sam, "Oops! Wrong spot." She pulled the thermometer from Sam and pushed the woman back on the cushions. Then she was able to see the little rosebud hidden between the shapely cheeks. Placing the glass tip at the puckered opening, she pushed it into Sam's anus, Sam's honey helping to ease it into the tight hole.
Janet looked at Sam and then brought her mouth down and began to run her tongue all around the hot, wet mound. She had never done this with a woman but Janet knew what she liked done to her. She began to lick and kiss Sam's sex, lapping up all the free-flowing juices. Kissing the nether lips like she had Sam's mouth, Janet thrust her tongue deep inside the wet hole. Without moving her lips, Janet began to tongue-fuck the woman as she ran her index finger around the base of Sam's clitoris.
Sam's breathing was ragged, she was losing all sense of reality as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. The slim intruder in her backside combined with Janet's wonderful tongue had her on the verge of a massive orgasm. She felt herself spasming around Janet's tongue as she neared her crest.
Janet felt the walls of Sam's pussy tighten around her and decided now was the time. She pulled back, smiling as Sam moaned in frustration. Janet circled the hard, little clit with her tongue, then swabbed across it. Sam shuddered and Janet began to flick her tongue tip across the nubbin as she shoved her index finger back into the quaking woman.
Sam bit down on her forearm to stifle her cries as her climax blasted through her, white heat blossoming out of her core into her brain. She nearly blacked out from the pleasure.
When she was able to open her eyes, she saw Janet sitting on her heels, still in her lab coat and her Air Force blues, smiling up at her. Looking at the thermometer she had removed as Sam came, the young doctor shook her head, "Major, you are definitely overheated. I think further therapy is in order. A bath, followed by bed rest. And, to make sure you follow my orders, I will be with you every step of the way."
Sam reached down and pulled Janet to her, kissing her.
As she tasted herself on the lovely doctor, she knew her trust was well-placed.
The End. (For Now)