Rank Has Its Privileges
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.
Samantha Carter walked back to her room in the SGC
still somewhat elated by her promotion to major, even
though it had occurred several days ago. Several
eventful days of negotiation between Earth, the System
Lords, and the Asgard.
She still hadn't been able to contact her father with
the Tok'ra but she knew he'd be proud. Her brother was
another matter. Things there were still a little
tense, though they were improving.
As she reached her quarters, Sam picked up the phone
and called the Med Center. "Dr. Fraiser please. Yes,
it's Cap...uh, Major Carter. Thank you," Sam held the
receiver as she mentally berated herself. 'Idiot! It's
been how many days and you're still saying captain.'
"Fraiser here," the familiar voice broke through Sam's
reverie.
"Hey, Janet."
"He-ey, Major," Sam could hear Janet's smile through
the phone.
"Janet, when you get a second, could you come by my
quarters?" Sam asked.
"Oh? Is there a problem? Those oak-leaf clusters
getting too heavy?" Janet teased.
Sam leaned against the small desk in her room and
laughed. "No. I can explain when you get here."
"Well, it's quiet now. I can be there in a couple of
minutes. Is that okay?"
"Definitely. See you shortly."
Sam hung up the receiver and then hung her fatigue
jacket in the closet. She eyed her dress uniform with
the gold oak-leaves on the epaulets and smiled with a
trace of pride. 'Major Samantha Carter, USAF. I love
how that sounds,' she thought as her finger tip
touched the cold metal insignia.
Standing there, she thought, 'Why not?' Sam pulled her
black t-shirt off and began to remove her fatigue
pants...
Janet Fraiser walked down the corridor smiling and
greeting any personnel she met. She knew all of them
by name (with the exception of a couple of new
transfers) and made a point to exchange a few words
with them as they met. The result was a longer trip to
Sam's quarters than she had anticipated.
When she stopped in front of Sam's door, she
unconsciously ran her fingers through her short, dark
hair, then knocked on the door. She opened the door
and stepped in as she heard "Come in." Closing the
door behind her, she turned to find Sam sitting behind
her desk in her dress uniform.
"He-ey. What's up?" Janet asked brightly. "What's with
the uniform?"
"Lock the door," Sam said in a low voice.
Puzzled, Janet did as she was asked.
"Janet, I need your help," Sam said with a tiny smile.
"Oh? What's the trouble?" Janet asked, a slight edge
of concern in her voice.
"I have an itch. I need you to scratch it," Sam said.
"An itch?" Janet stepped around the desk and began to
scratch Sam's back. "Here?"
Sam turned her chair and pointed between her legs,
"No. Here."
"Sam, I..."
"Must I pull rank on you, Captain?" Sam said harshly.
Janet meekly shook her head and knelt at Sam's feet.
Sam spread her knees and Janet saw that she wasn't
wearing any pantyhose or panties. She looked up at Sam
and saw a familiar glint in her eye. Janet smiled and
said, "You know, this is very dangerous..."
"Then you better make it snappy."
Janet leaned in and saw the labia already glistening.
As she pressed her face between the silky thighs,
Sam's phone rang. She drew back and Sam said, "Go
ahead, Janet. If it's for you I'll tell them you're
busy at the moment."
Sam almost dropped the receiver when she felt Janet's
tongue slip inside of her. "Carter." Quiet sigh as
Janet licked up. "Yes, Daniel. No, not at the moment."
Another sigh as Janet's tongue slid down. "I,
uh...ooh." Janet nibbled lightly on her outer lip.
"What? No, nothing. I just thought...OOH!" Janet
licked around her erect clitoris. "Daniel, can I...uh,
can I call yooooo..." Janet slipped her index finger
into Sam. "Can I call you back? No, I'm fine." Sam
covered the receiver to moan as another finger slid
into her. "I stood up too fast and, uh-uh, head rush,
y'kno-OOOOH!" Janet wrapped her lips around the
pulsing clit and began to suck. "I'll just lay down
for a min-uh-ute. O-okay, bye."
Dropping the receiver onto the desk, Sam grabbed
Janet's head and pulled her into her. "Goddamn, Janet!
I, uh, I...Oh God!" She came against Janet's face.
Janet lapped up the sweet juices as Sam climaxed.
Sitting back on her heels, Janet held up her fingers.
They were gleaming with Sam's dew. Janet licked her
fingers clean with a "Mmmm!" Sucking the last trace of
Sam off, she stood and smoothed her skirt.
Janet sat on Sam's desk and spread her legs. "Now,
Major, it's time for your medicine."
Sam, still glassy-eyed from her orgasm, smiled and
reached up Janet's skirt to pull her hose and panties
down. Janet lifted herself slightly to help.
Sam grinned wickedly and said, "Hold all my calls."
She leaned forward and planted a light kiss in the
short curly hair above the doctor's slit. Taking a
deep breath to absorb as much of the woman's scent as
she could, Sam thrust her tongue into Janet.
"Oh God! Sam!"
Sam's tongue glided into the slick, warm passage to a
little bundle of nerves that she had discovered and
pressed the tip of her tongue against them. She had
discovered that she could also stimulate Janet's clit
with her nose as she did this.
Janet's breathing got ragged and she moaned loudly.
Already aroused by the illicit situation, she came
quickly and hard against Sam's tongue. "Oooooooohhh!"
Sam sat back with a wet grin on her face. Janet leaned
down to lick her lover's face clean before kissing
her, sharing their flavors.
Janet hopped off the desk and adjusted her clothing.
Smiling at Sam, she said, "I love a woman in uniform."
"I love doctors in uniform," Sam replied.
Janet kissed Sam again, a long, tender kiss before she
said, "I have to get back to the Med Center, hon. See
you tonight?"
Sam's eyes narrowed lustfully, "Count on it." She
stood and walked Janet to the door. "Seven o'clock?"
Janet nodded, kissed Sam deeply once more before
opening the door and heading back to the Med Center.
Sam began to change out of her dress uniform and back
to her fatigues, wondering, 'I wonder what Daniel
thinks was going on?' Then she saw the receiver laying
on the desk.
Her heart in her stomach, she picked it up and
listened. She felt a wave of relief wash over her when
she heard a dial tone.
In his lab, Daniel Jackson sat back smiling as he hung
up the phone, breaking the connection to Sam's
quarters. 'So Sam and Janet are lovers. Good for
them,' he thought. 'Good for Cassie.'
 (c) John O'Conner
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