The Relationship: The Kiss
by John O'Connor
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.
Rating: R.
Part 1: The Kiss
With a loud sigh, Janet Fraiser sat back in her chair
and tightly pinched the bridge of her nose. After
working on reports and requisitions for the last few
hours, her eyes were very fatigued. But the last sheet
of paper she had to pass along was in her Out tray.
She stood and stretched, joints popping as tension was
created. With a moan, she pushed her arms out as far
to her sides as she could. Then she reached behind her
back and her hands gripped each other.
Her shoulders were still tight. Janet rocked her head
back and forth before rotating it on her neck. A
little better but still...
A hot shower with the water beating down on her upper
back. That was what she needed. And with Cassie on at
her friend's for the evening, Janet had no reason to
hurry home.
She hung her lab coat on the hook inside her office
door and flicked off the light. Saying goodby to the
Beta shift personnel, she strode into the corridor and
headed for the communal locker rooms.
When she had started at the SGC, there was only a
single communal locker room. That wasn't too much of a
problem as there were only a few women stationed at
Stargate Command. As the personnel base expanded, and
more women ended up working in the Mountain and on
field groups, another, newer locker room and shower
facility was created. It was designated for the women
to use, and the grumbles from male personnel about
their old facilities died when they realized they
didn't have to follow any schedule anymore.
Janet still found habit hard to beat as she almost
headed towards the Men's Locker Room. Snapping her
fingers and shaking her head, the young officer headed
the other way down the branch corridor. As she neared
the Women's Locker Room, she heard the sound of a
shower flowing. 'Wonder who that could be?' she
thought as she went to her assigned locker.
In a matter of minutes, she had her uniform clothes
and underwear in her locker. Repinning her hair to try
to keep it dry, she grabbed her towel and shut the
locker door. She padded naked to the shower room, the
tiles cool on her feet.
As she was about to enter, Janet froze in the doorway.
Staring at the figure under one of the shower heads,
she felt her pulse quicken. 'Sam,' Janet thought, 'Why
did it have to be her?'
For the last few years, Janet had become more and more
friendly with Samantha Carter. They had become best
friends in fact. However, for the last few months,
Janet had been feeling more than friendship for the
tall blond major. What she felt for Sam was definitely
outside of Air Force regulations, so she had kept it
all to herself, bottled up inside her.
"Janet?"
The voice broke through her thoughts. Janet realized
she had been staring at Sam's nude body in a way that
was beyond simple friendship. When Sam turned around,
the sight took Janet's breath away.
"Janet?" Sam repeated, confusion and surprise in her
voice over seeing her best friend standing nude in the
doorway and staring at her. "Is there something
wrong?"
Janet shook her head, stray locks of brown hair
falling loose to frame her face. The action also had a
two-fold effect of clearing her head and letting this
vision know things were okay.
Setting her towel on a rack inside the door, Janet
strode up to Sam. Seeing Sam about to ask a question,
Janet laid her finger across her lips and said, "Ssh!"
before placing that finger across Sam's lips. "Don't
talk."
Janet placed her hands on Sam's shoulders and turned
her around. Reaching up, she gripped the taller
woman's shoulders and began to knead the bunched
muscles. "You are so tight!" Janet whispered.
Sam wasn't sure what how she felt at that moment. She
had felt horribly exposed to her friend's steady gaze.
But now, the soothing fingers on her shoulders were
helping her loosen up. When she felt Janet's breath on
her skin, she felt a thrill go up her spine.
What was going on?
Janet's fingers trailed up to Sam's neck, bringing a
soft moan of relief from Sam. The magic Janet was
doing was causing her work-related tension to melt
away.
As her muscles relaxed finally, Sam felt a rush of
warm feelings for the caring woman at her back. She
also realized how much, how desperately she had missed
the warmth of human contact.
Turning around, Sam looked into Janet's brown eyes and
again asked, "Janet?"
"Ssh!" Janet repeated before silencing Sam again, this
time by pressing her lips against Sam's.
Without hurrying, Janet simply held her lips pressed
to Sam's. She could feel the warm softness of the
blonde's lips. Smiling slightly when she realized Sam
wasn't pulling back, she slid her tongue across Sam's
lips, tasting her.
Sam instinctively opened her mouth, accepting Janet's
supple invader. She felt the shorter woman slide one
arm around her slender waist. The other cupped the
back of Sam's head, fingers trailing through her short
golden hair.
Still somewhat surprised by Janet's actions, Sam
slowly wrapped her arms around the petite brunette and
pulled Janet's body tightly to her, holding her close.
Her tongue began moving with a sinuous grace along
Janet's welcome intruder.
They stood under the cascading water and continued
their long kiss; their tongues sliding together and
thrusting against each other, slipping in and out of
each other's mouth. It was soft and tender. It was wet
and exciting and full of promise. This was the most
quietly passionate kiss either woman had ever
experienced.
As the kiss intensified, their bodies molded together
warmly. It felt good. It felt right. It felt so
natural. Time passed slowly, as the women became
totally lost in each other.
But, as all things must, the longest, most exciting
kiss either of them had ever experienced ended. Janet
leaned back in the strong arms wrapped aroung her and
looked lovingly into Sam's blue eyes. Sam returned the
gaze with equal intensity. They both smiled happily at
the other.
"Come home with me?" Janet asked.
"Of course," Sam replied as she cradled this special
woman in her arms.
 (c) John O'Conner
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