Recovery
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: Some spoilers for the fourth season episode,
"The Curse."
Samantha Carter stood at the door to the Cairo hotel
room she was to share with Janet Fraiser, fumbling
with her keycard. Then with a muttered "Damn!" she
dropped it on the corridor floor.
"Oooohhh!" she exclaimed as she knelt down to pick it
up. Rising brought another groan to her lips. Her
entire back from her ribs to hips was sore from the
impact with the temple wall. She knew Janet was
suffering as well.
Osiris, in his new host body, had blasted Janet and
Sam back against the wall when they attempted to stop
the Goa'uld from escaping. Janet had determined that
they had no broken bones. Fortunately, they went limp
before hitting the wall and lessened the severity of
any injuries. They mainly suffered the trauma of
strained backs; Sam in her lower back and Janet more
in her upper back and shoulders.
As she keyed open the door, she saw the young doctor
was sitting stiffly on the edge of the bed. Sam gave a
half wave and went into the bathroom.
Finishing, she moaned again as she stood up and
flushed. Looking at the large tub, she considered the
idea of a warm bath. She thought the combination of
the therapeutic effects of the warm water and the
psychological effect of washing half the Sahara off
her would make her feel much better.
Stepping back into the main room, Janet waved her
over. Holding her hand over the mouthpiece of the
receiver she said, "Cassie."
Sam smiled. She loved the teenager that Janet was
raising almost as much, if not more than, Janet did.
Doing some quick calculations, she realized that since
it was 8 PM in Cairo, it was about 11 AM in Colorado
Springs. Cassie was probably getting ready to spend
the afternoon with her friends at the mall.
"I'll take a quick shower while you talk to her," Sam
said. She grabbed a hotel robe from the closet and
began to walk into the bathroom.
"Here, she wants to speak to you," the dark-haired
woman said.
Sam took the receiver and said, "Hello? Hi Sweetie!
How's life at the Anderson's? Yeah, I just confirmed
it with Daniel. We'll be back in the US late tomorrow
and probably fly home the next day. Yeah. No, nothing
really exciting. Lots of sand and camels. Bring you
back something special? What did you have in mind?
Remember, the Egyptians are strict about what can be
taken out of the country. Alright, I'll see what I can
do. Here's your mom again. Bye Cass. Love you."
Handing the phone back to Janet, Sam went back into
the bathroom to wash the day's grime from her slender
body. After a quick shower, to save some hot water for
Janet, she began to brush her short, blond hair as she
walked back into the main room. Her back did feel a
little better after letting the hot water pound down
on it for several minutes.
Sam fumbled with the brush, dropping it to the floor.
As she bent over with a groan, Janet gave her a
sympathetic smile and ended her phone call, "Yeah,
sweetheart. I miss you too. I'll see you in a couple
of days. Yes, I'm sure Sam will want to go for pizza
when we get back. Love you too. Goodbye, hon."
"That call will cost a small fortune." Slowly leaning
over, Janet deposited the receiver on the cradle of
the telephone. Moving back just as slowly to an
upright position, she said, "I will never make light
of you or Daniel again when you show up injured."
Sam smiled as if to say "Yeah, sure." Then she said,
"Daniel has us booked on British Airways nonstop to
Heathrow tomorrow. From there, we take either American
or United to Kennedy. Tomorrow night we'll be back in
the U.S. and on to Denver the next morning."
"Why not on an Air Force transport like we used
getting here?" Janet asked. She wasn't complaining
though. She wasn't sure her back could take the
uncomfortable seats on a typical transport plane.
"Well, the transport we flew in on continued on to
Diego Garcia to complete it's regular mission. The
next available stateside military flight isn't until
the day after tomorrow," Sam explained. "Anyway,
Daniel got us first class seats."
"I don't know what to do. I ache all over." Janet
tried to stretch and groaned.
"I was thinking a hot bath could do wonders, if you
want to take one," Sam suggested. "Anyway, Doctor, you
do look a little dusty."
Janet smiled at her friend and said, "So did you.
How's Daniel doing?"
"He seems to be okay. You know how he is," Sam
observed. "Keeps things to himself."
"Still, it can't be easy losing two women he loved to
the Gao'uld."
Sam shook her head, glad she never had to suffer such
a loss, but feeling pity for her friend. "His friend
should be okay," Janet continued, changing the subject
subtlely. "I talked to the hospital before I called
Cassie. His internal injuries shouldn't keep him laid
up for too long. He's the embassy's problem now,
though."
Sam stood up and said in a solemn British accent,
"Madame, I will draw your bawth."
Janet smiled, "Very good, Jeeves."
Sam walked into the bathroom, and soon the sound of
running water came through the door. Janet also heard
a loud groan. "Sam? You okay?"
"Yeah, it only hurts when I bend over. Or lean down.
Or turn. Or move in any way."
Janet stood and took off her safari jacket, dust
falling off it to the bedspread and the floor.
'Housekeeping is going to love us,' she thought as she
tried to pull the low-cut t-shirt off. Finally she
gave up and called Sam.
Sam appeared in the doorway, holding her dusty clothes
she had left in the bathroom earlier, and said, "Yes,
madame?"
"Sam, I need some help," Janet said sheepishly looking
over her shoulder. "I can't, uh, I can't get
undressed. Sorry."
Sam walked up behind her friend and said, "Let me see
what I can do."
Pulling the t-shirt up and over Janet's head, she
heard Janet grunt when she had to raise her arms.
"Sorry, Janet."
Janet turned and crossed her arms over her bare chest.
"That's alright. I just feel so helpless."
"It's okay. It's about time I helped you for a
change." Sam slowly knelt, her breath hissing through
her teeth, and began to unlace Janet's boots. "Lift
your foot. Yeah, that's it." Sam pulled off the boot
and rolled the sock off Janet's left foot then did the
same to her other foot before slowly standing up.
Seeing Janet's discomfort at being half-naked, Sam
went to the closet and grabbed a hotel robe and draped
it over Janet's shoulders. Janet glanced at her
gratefully.
"I guess it's kind of stupid to be self-conscious in
front of you. I mean, you're one of my best friends
and we're both women..." Janet let the rest remain
unvoiced.
"Janet, it's okay. I usually don't feel too
comfortable being naked in front of you during exams.
I guess we're both a little self-conscious." Sam
grinned and added, "By the by, madame, your bawth is
drawn."
Janet pulled the robe on and dropped her slacks with
another small cloud of dust billowing out. A pair of
thin cotton panties fell from under the robe. "I'll
get those when I get out," Janet declared.
Disappearing into the bathroom, she began to close the
door and then left it ajar. 'Stupid to be this way
with Sam,' she thought. 'After all...'
"Aaah!" came out of the bathroom.
Sam looked up and asked, "Janet?"
"Oh, this feels wonderful!" Sam smiled and picked up
her friend's dirty clothes, stuffing them into a
disposable hotel laundry bag with her clothes. As she
stood she gave out another groan. The benefit of the
shower was fading.
"Sam? Are you alright?" came a voice out of the
bathroom.
"Yeah. Just a little stiff." Sam sat on the bed and
considered the ramifications of changing into her
sleeping gear or going "commando" for the night.
Considering she was sharing the single large bed with
Janet, she decided to fight her way into her t-shirt
and shorts. Just as she was about to get them from her
bag, Janet called her.
"Sam, I hate to be a pain but could you come in here,
please?"
Dropping the clothes on the dresser top, she said,
"Sure. Be right there."
When she walked into the bathroom, she realized how
big the tub really was when she saw her friend in it.
'How could her ex-husband give her up? He must've been
stupid or gay,' Sam thought. "What would Madame be
requiring?" Sam said in her exaggerated Jeeves voice.
"I'm sorry, hon, but I can't reach my back. My
shoulders go into spasms every time I try. Could
you...?"
Sam knelt down with a quiet grunt and took the wash
clothe from Janet's hand and began to lather it up.
Then, pushing Janet forward gently, she began to
slowly scrub her soft back. She also began to massage
the tight muscles in her shoulders. Janet gave a
contented sigh. "Oh Sam, that feels marvelous!"
"My pleasure, Madame." Sam grabbed the small bottle of
shampoo and began to work it into Janet's long hair.
After thoroughly working it into her hair, Sam cupped
water in her hands and rinsed Janet's hair. "Keep your
eyes closed," she warned.
Brushing back her sodden hair, Janet looked at her
friend and saw the pain Sam was feeling reflected in
her blue eyes. "Sam, there's enough room in here for
two. And the hot water does feel great." Janet scooted
over a little, causing the water to slosh.
Sam, thinking of women's showers in the locker room in
school, said, "Alright, you twisted my arm. I'll sit
at that end." She stood and undid the belt on her
robe, hanging it on the doorhook over Janet's robe.
"Don't be silly. There's plenty of room in here and up
there you'll be leaning against the faucet. That
definitely won't help your back," Janet declared.
Sam acquiesced and slid in next to Janet. As she felt
the warm water, she sighed. "It does feel good!"
She settled into the tub and realized she was pressing
up against Janet. Feeling a little embarrassed, she
tried to move over. The curve of the tub caused her to
slide back against he other woman's hip.
Janet laughed, "What? You trying to do the Hustle?"
Sam hesitated before replying, "Uh, no. I, uh, just
didn't want you to get the wrong idea. You know..."
Janet nodded and placed her hand on Sam's thigh. "I've
had the wrong idea for a long time." Then she leaned
toward Sam and kissed her.
Sam was startled by her friend as she felt soft lips
pressing against hers. Janet pulled back and looked at
Sam before pressing her lips against Sam's again.
When she felt Janet's tongue slide against her closed
mouth, Sam gasped and Janet's tongue slid in and began
a highly erotic dance of exploration. Her hand slid up
Sam's thigh to the sensitive skin hidden between her
legs.
Without conscious thought, Sam returned the lusty
kiss, dueling with Janet's tongue and forcing the
supple flesh back into Janet's mouth as Sam began her
own exploration.
Sam's hands cupped Janet's face as they continued to
share the deep, wet kiss. She pulled back and looked
deep into Janet's brown eyes. They were glazed with
lust and Sam again kissed her.
Sam had no idea what she was doing but she knew it
felt right, somehow.
She slid her mouth down and kissed the hollow of
Janet's throat, bringing a deep moan from the brunette
woman, a moan of pleasure this time.
While Sam was beginning an erotic journey through, to
her, unexplored territory, Janet slipped her fingers
into Sam's warm center. She slid her finger tips up
and down the very edges of Sam's outer lips, barely
grazing the sensitive tissue.
"God, Sam," Janet breathed as Sam kissed her way up to
her ear. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to be
with you. Oooh!" Sam's tongue slipped into Janet's
ear, sending electric shocks down her body to her own,
already aroused sex.
Janet pulled back, breathing heavily, and took Sam's
face in her hands. "Let's get out of the water and
into bed, love. I want to feel your whole body against
mine."
Sam sat on the edge of the tub and stood. Reaching
down, she took Janet's slim hand in hers and pulled
the shorter woman up to her.
Wrapping her arms around the sexy, slick body, Sam
again kissed Janet as Janet's hands traced patterns up
and down Sam's wet back.
Sam looked at Janet again, took a towel and began to
dry her off. As Sam knelt down to work on the lovely
legs, she realized abstractedly that her back wasn't
as sore and tight as it had been.
Janet, in turn, began to dry off the woman who had
formed the centerpiece of her erotic fantasies for the
last three years. As she reached up, she felt sharp
twinges in her shoulders. "Ooh!"
"Janet?"
"I'll be okay, love. Just a little tight still," Janet
replied.
Sam took her hand and led the doctor back to the bed.
Pulling the spread and blanket down, Sam made her lay
face down on the bed.
As she stood there for a moment, taking in the
beautiful back and legs, Sam muttered, "Lovely."
Sam crawled up on the bed and straddled Janet's back.
She leaned forward and gripped Janet's shoulders
gently and began to knead and run the still-tight
muscles. As she massaged Janet, her mound began
rubbing back and forth on the rounded cheeks of
Janet's shapely ass. The feeling this gentle friction
created was unlike anything Sam had felt for a long
time, if ever.
As Sam felt the warmth spread from her crotch, she
whispered, "Janet, I don't know what I'm doing. I
never thought I'd ever be doing anything like this
with another woman."
Janet looked back over her shoulder, her muscles
feeling much looser from Sam's gentle ministrations,
replied, "All I know is that I've wanted to make love
to you almost since I met you. You have no idea how
hard it was to stay clinical during physicals."
Sam stopped her massage and looked at Janet, "I had no
idea."
"I know. I think if I'd made any kind of move before
this, you would've been shocked and disgusted."
"You're probably right. Why now?" Sam resumed her
massage, more tender and loving than therapeutic now.
"I realized when we entered the tomb that I might die.
When we made it out alive, I vowed to myself that I
would tell you how I feel. I love you Sam. I think I
have since the day the general introduced us," Janet
whispered.
"Oh Janet! I don't know if I feel the same. I don't
know if I can," Sam said sadly.
"I know. If we just have tonight, well I'll have to
live with it." Janet rolled onto her back under Sam's
body. "Kiss me, please."
Sam leaned down, her body rubbing against Janet's as
they shared another deep kiss.
Janet's hand slid down the smooth skin of Sam's back
and cupped her ass, squeezing gently. Her other hand
slid between their tightly pressed bodies and cupped
Sam's breast, her fingers lightly caressing the erect
nipple.
Janet pushed Sam up and said, "Crawl up here, I want
to finally taste you."
Sam, more excited than she could have believed, knelt
over her friend's beautiful face and lowered her
crotch to Janet. Janet grasped her asscheeks and began
to slide her tongue around the wet folds beneath the
dark blond tuft.
Sam groaned out loud and swayed slightly as she looked
down into Janet's bright eyes. She could almost see
the doctor's smile in them.
Sam leaned back and reached between Janet's legs,
amazed at the heat and the wetness there. She began to
explore the woman's sex, gently at first but
increasing until Janet was breathing hard into Sam's
flesh.
Sam hadn't felt so aroused in years. Waves of pleasure
passed through her body, radiating out from the loving
mouth at her core. When Janet's tongue began to flick
against her clitoris, Sam cried out as her body
climaxed.
Shuddering, she fell back across the slender body
beneath her. She sensed Janet slide out from under her
and her head being cradled in the woman's lap. When
she opened her eyes, she saw Janet's smiling,
glistening face looking down at her.
Sam reached up into the damp hair and pulled Janet
down to her. Kissing the woman, she was overcome with
the taste of herself and began to lick Janet's face
clean. Janet giggled at this, until Sam's tongue
became more insistent and she began to move her mouth
down Janet's body.
Sam crawled between Janet's spread legs. She ran her
fingers through the short, curly hair and looked up
into the flashing eyes. "Janet, I've never done this
before. I hope you're not disappointed."
Janet held Sam's face gently and said, "You couldn't
disappoint me, my love."
Sam smiled and lowered her face into the musky warmth.
As her tongue slid along the hot flesh, she found the
taste even more intoxicating than her earlier tastes
of the woman beneath her. Sam slid her tongue deep
inside the quivering mound and began to gently thrust
in and out. She replaced her tongue with her finger
and sought out the little nubbin above the slit. Janet
gasped loudly as she felt a powerful jolt flare out of
her crotch.
As Sam continued to please Janet, the sensations grew
and grew until Janet couldn't hold back any longer and
cried out, "Saaaaaam! Oooooohhh! Goooooddd!"
Sam crawled up next to Janet and wrapped her arms
around the smaller woman. Janet smiled and whispered,
"I told you I wouldn't be disappointed."
Sam asked, "I want to know. If you have these feelings
for me for so long, why did you cover your breasts
when I pulled off your shirt?"
"When your fingers touched me as you pulled the shirt
up, it was like an electric shock. I became aroused
but I was suddenly unsure of what I really wanted to
do."
"I'm glad you figured it out," Sam said as she ran her
fingers through the long, brown hair.
Janet caressed Sam's cheek with the back of her hand
and said, "So am I."
"Janet, what I said earlier? I don't know if I love
you that way but I want the chance to find out. I
don't want this to be a single night," Sam said.
Janet smiled as tears filled her eyes, "Neither do I."
Then she kissed the woman in her arms, just as she had
dreamed of doing for so long.
 (c) John O'Conner
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