Further Rules Of Engagement
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: PG-13.
Note: Slight spoilers for the third season episode
"Rules of Engagement."
Samantha Carter followed her team to the Med Center
for their standard post-mission check up. She was
ushered to a curtained alcove and asked to wait.
She thought about what they had learned regarding the
fate of SG-11. At least, the families could be
notified and begin to gain some closure.
As she sat on the examination table, she still felt
the rush she always got from an offworld mission. She
knew this would translate into a hot night for her and
her lover. She could hardly wait until she got out
from under Cheyenne Mountain.
She also couldn't wait to get rid of the camouflage
greasepaint she had on. Sam felt ridiculous, like
someone in a bad war movie with Charlie Sheen.
Janet Fraiser swept in past the curtain, all smiles.
"And how do we feel, Major?"
"WE feel like getting the hell out of here and..." Sam
blushed slightly. Even after all this time, she was
still uncomfortable talking to Janet about sex, at
least in the Complex.
"So, you managed to convince those boys that Apophis
is dead?"
Sam nodded at Janet's question. "Was there ever any
doubt?"
Janet smiled, "Well, since you had to get Cassie to
set up the Playstation...yeah, there was."
Janet placed her palm lightly on Sam's green and black
cheek, moving up to her forehead before cupping her
chin. "You look so sexy like this," Janet whispered
into Sam's ear.
Sam felt a tingle from the warm breath but said,
"Janet, what about the security cams?"
"Down for routine maintenance. Will be for the rest of
the day," the brunette explained, moving her hand up
to Sam's cheek caressingly.
Sam smiled when she saw the red light on the camera
was out. 'Now why didn't I notice that before?'
Janet leaned closer, "Whenever you come back through
the Gate, I want to jump you in the Gateroom." She
then pressed her lips to Sam's. Sam opened her mouth
and they shared tongues in a loving, erotic dance
until they were both gasping for air.
As they stared into each other's eyes, a loud voice
came through the curtain. "Hey, Doc! You finished in
there? Hammond wants us for the debriefing and I want
us cleaned up before that."
"Damn!" Sam whispered. "If it's not Daniel, it's
Jack!"
Janet called back, "Almost done here, Colonel."
Sam smiled and pointed to Janet's mouth, "Better clean
that off before someone asks you where the circus is."
Janet glanced in the mirror near the sink, seeing a
smear of green and black paint around her mouth. She
noticed that Sam's mouth and cheeks were partially
clear of greasepaint, too.
"Oh God!" Janet exclaimed as both women began to
laugh. At that moment, Jack opened the curtain and
Janet quickly spun away.
"Well, looks like you two are having a regular comedy
fest in here," he said laconically. "Carter, what
happened to your mouth?"
"Oh, uh, Doctor Fraiser wanted to check the cut on my
cheek for any signs of infection." Sam was rather
proud at how quickly she came up with her excuse.
"Yeah, okay. Well, it the Doc is done with you, go
grab a shower and get rid of the rest of it. I'd like
to be home for Monday Night Football," Jack said as he
exited the Med Center.
"Good thinking Sam," Janet sighed. "Where're the
damned alcohol swabs?"
Still worked up from the kiss, Sam said, "Finish this
later?"
"You can count on it!" Janet declared, wiping her
mouth.
Sam looked around then quickly kissed Janet before
walking out of the Med Center. Janet smiled and
sighed, thinking of what the night had in store.
 (c) John O'Conner
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