Lace
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.
The members of SG-1 were very relieved to be back home
on Earth. They had spent almost three weeks
babysitting a group of geologists on P2X-226 who were
there studying the planet's resources. It was a boring
planet except for it's geologic marvels.
Unfortunately, the interests of rockhounds rarely
overlap with those of archeologists or
astrophysicists. That meant that even with scientists
around, Sam Carter and Daniel Jackson had little to
stimulate them intellectually.
The four teammates were sitting at the large briefing
table in one of the rooms overlooking the Stargate. As
the mission was very uneventful, the briefing was
mercifully shorter than usual. All that was left was
the medical report from Doctor Fraiser and her staff
regarding the post-mission physicals.
While they waited, Jack O'Neill took the time to
express yet again his displeasure at the assignment.
"General, while I am the last to complain about
travelling to a new planet, I don't think this team's
full potential can be utilized by wet-nursing a bunch
of scientists. No offense, Daniel." Daniel nodded
slightly at Jack as he continued his rant, "I mean,
Jeez, guarding a bunch of rocks?"
George Hammond held up his hand, "Colonel, I
understand what you're saying. However, I had little
choice. Yours was the only viable team available at
that time. And the DOE was insistent that the
planetary survey take place as soon as possible."
Jack shook his head, "But, ah hell, General! These
guys are Army, they could've taken care of
themselves!"
"Training for the Corps of Engineers doesn't include
off-world exploration, Jack," Daniel interjected.
"They may know how to deal with Earth-side threats and
situations but..."
"Yes, exactly, Doctor Jackson," Hammond nodded. "I
could have brought you back after you escorted them to
the planet but I felt it was better to keep you there.
Just in case."
"Sir..." Jack stopped at the sound of knocking on the
briefing room door. Janet Fraiser stood there holding
a manila file folder.
Even though she had just seen her in the Med Center,
Sam stared at Janet longingly. She had missed the
little brunette doctor terribly while she was
off-world.
Janet was wearing a standard dark blue skirt and
sky-blue blouse, open at the neck. As she reached the
end of the table, she leaned over and handed the file
to Teal'c who in turn handed it to Jack to finally
pass to the general.
Sam, on the other side of the table, was watching as
Janet bent over. She was able to look into the open
neckline of the doctor's blouse and saw a black strap
and the edge of a lacy, black bra.
Sam couldn't believe her eyes! The bra was barely
covering Janet's breast! And black lace? That
definitely wasn't regulation!
Sam didn't hear a word Janet said as the young woman
summarized her report for the people at the table. All
the blonde heard was the roaring of blood in her ears.
The sight of the black lace had only reminded her how
much she missed Janet. How much she wanted the
beautiful woman. Now!
"Thank you, Doctor. If there's nothing else, you are
dismissed," Hammond said. Janet saluted and turned on
her heel.
Halfway to the door, she dropped her pen and crouched
down to retrieve it. As Janet did so, she happened to
be facing Sam and smiled slyly as she parted her legs
slightly.
Sam almost choked on the water she was drinking. Janet
wasn't wearing pantyhose but a black lace garter and
black stockings! Against the alabaster skin of the
doctor's thighs, it was striking and incredibly
erotic! Sam's pulse jumped up again!
'God, what is she thinking?' Sam wondered. 'It's
gettin' hot in here, too!' she added to herself.
Janet stood up, pen in hand, and winked at Sam as she
walked out of the briefing room. Sam was so flustered
she completely missed the general's question.
"Uh, I'm sorry, sir. What?" Sam managed to get out.
"I asked if there was anything else you wished to add,
Major." Hammond, already exasperated with Jack's
bitching, was clearly irritated.
"Um, no sir. Nothing. Thank you, General."
"Very well then. SG-1, you are dismissed. You have
five days downtime."
With a mix of thank you's and goodbye's, the members
of SG-1 filed out of the room.
As Sam headed towards her on-base quarters, Teal'c
walked with her. Glancing up at the Jaffa, Sam said,
"Boy, am I glad to be home!"
"Indeed, Major Carter. I presume Doctor Fraiser is
happy as well?"
Sam froze. "What?"
"Major Carter, I am well aware of the relationship
between yourself and the doctor."
"How long have you known, Teal'c?"
"For several weeks now. It is obvious to a trained
eye. As First Prime, I was taught to observe the
troops under me and determine how and why they would
act in a certain manner. It is second nature to me,"
Teal'c explained.
Sam, clearly worried about their careers, asked in a
small voice, "Does anyone else know?"
"No. And I shall not inform any of them unless you
wish it."
"Uh, no thank you, Teal'c. Let's just keep this
between us, okay?"
"As you wish. Do not worry, Major."
Teal'c inclined his head in farewell and Sam continued
on to her quarters.
Closing the door, she stripped off her field gear and
donned a robe. Grabbing a towel, she headed for the
locker rooms and a hot shower.
Thirty minutes later, her hair still damp from her
shower, Sam walked into her quarters. The hot shower
had revived the sexual tension she had been feeling
when she saw Janet earlier. She planned to get
dressed, sign out, and head for the Fraiser home as
soon as she possibly could.
As she closed the door, she saw Janet sitting with her
legs crossed on Sam's desk. "Janet! You startled me!"
"Oh?" Janet asked innocently. "Is that all I do to
you?"
"What?"
"Did I make you hot earlier? I noticed you couldn't
tear your eyes from me..." Janet smiled teasingly as
she ran her fingers along the top of her uniform
blouse. She began to undo the buttons slowly. "Did you
miss me? Did you miss making love to me? I missed
you."
"Uh, Janet, this might not..."
"What did you do when you got frustrated on your
mission, Sam?" Janet's blouse gaped open, her sheer
black bra barely covering her round, firm breasts. "I
had to help myself. Did you?" Her fingers ran along
the lacy edges of the cups, fingers lightly trailing
along the soft, white skin. "Or could you with all
those other people around? Could you do this?" She
pulled the cup down on her left breast and began to
stroke the erect nipple.
Sam swallowed dryly and stood rooted to the spot
inside her door. Janet began to pinch her nipple. She
uncrossed her legs slowly and placed her other hand on
her knee. "Do you know what else I did?" Sam shook her
head as Janet's hand slid up her leg under her uniform
skirt. "Why don't you sit down and I'll show you,"
Janet purred.
Sam nodded and almost fell back on her bed. She
watched as the blue material began to bunch around
Janet's waist. "I think I may need to remove this,"
Janet said as she stood. She unzipped the skirt and it
fell to the floor. The view confirmed Sam's
suspicions. Janet stood in a black lace garter, black
stockings, black lace panties, a matching bra, and her
open uniform blouse.
Janet's left hand resumed it's solo exploration of her
breast while her right hand ran lightly across her
damp panties. She sat back on the desk and spread her
legs slightly.
"This was what I did when I missed you, Sam," Janet
whispered. Her right hand slid under the waistband of
the lacy garment. She threw her head back, her brown
hair falling loose behind her.
Sam stared wide-eyed, watching Janet's fingers move
under the black lace. Her own hand slid into her robe
and she felt the wetness in her. As Sam touched
herself, she squeeked in her arousal.
Janet, her hand not slowing, looked at Sam with glazed
eyes. "Did you do this too?" Sam nodded. "Did it feel
good?" Sam nodded again. "But not the same as being
with me, was it?" Sam shook her head. "For me either."
Janet stood and crossed the room. She kneeled at Sam's
feet and placed her hands, one almost sodden with her
own juices, on Sam's knees. "It didn't feel as good as
this, did it?"
Janet didn't wait for an answer as she lowered her
face to Sam's dripping mound. She lightly ran her
tongue along the protruding outer lips, tasting the
essence of Sam's arousal. Moaning in appreciation, she
dipped her tongue in lower and deeper.
Sam groaned aloud as Janet began to lick her and drink
her wetness. This highlighted the worst aspect of long
missions, the time away from her lover.
This was the last rational thought Sam had when Janet
moved up and began to suckle at her clitoris. Janet
moaned into the tender flesh as she darted her tongue
around and across the nubbin.
Sam was on the verge. When Janet slipped a finger into
her, she slipped over the edge. With a small scream,
Sam climaxed on Janet's face.
Janet lapped up as much of Sam's honey as she could
before sitting back on her heels. Smiling up at the
blonde, Janet ran a finger through Sam's darker blond
curls playfully, avoiding the hypersensitive flesh
beneath.
Sam looked down at Janet and whispered, "I really
missed you!"
Janet grinned and leaned towards Sam's flushed face
and whispered, "I missed you too!" Then she kissed the
woman she had just pleasured. It was a long, deep
kiss.
As Janet's tongue danced with Sam's, the blonde
smiled, knowing that she wasn't going to get much
sleep that night. Neither was the doctor...
 (c) John O'Conner
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