A Matter Of Trust
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.
Note: Inspired by AJ's challenge in the Sam and Janet
Group.  This is followed by "Trust."  (The similarity
of beginnings was part of the challenge.)
"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.
 (c) John O'Conner
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