'Tis The Season (Or Keeping The X In Xmas)
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: This story takes place the Christmas season
following Sam and Janet's eye-opening Florida
vacation. It follows "A Shoulder To Lean On."
Samantha Carter lay back in the comforting embrace of
Janet Fraiser's arms as they enjoyed the fire blazing
in Janet's fireplace. The lights in the new tree
twinkled merrily amidst the various ornaments. It was
Christmas season, and they were happy and content.
"Hmm...the fire feels great!" Sam said as she snuggled
back against Janet. They were both wearing robes but
little else.
"So do you!" Janet replied. She inhaled and caught a
whiff of Sam's sandalwood scent. It never failed to
turn her on, and she was already very excited.
Sam had finally agreed earlier in the season to move
in! She was going to be living under the same roof as
Janet and Cassie. Even better, she was going to be
sleeping in the same bed as Janet.
It only made sense, as Sam was spending almost all her
free time here as it was. She hadn't slept more than
three nights in the last two weeks in her studio
apartment.  Admittedly a large portion of that time
was spent off-world but still it made sense.
"Janet?"
"Mmm?"
"When we were out earlier, what were you thinking
about?" Sam asked.
"When?"
* * * * * *
The weekend following the school bus incident, after
the quarantine of the SGC was lifted, Sam and Janet
took Cassie up into the hills above town to a
Christmas tree farm. One of Janet's fondest holiday
memories was going out to get a fresh tree every year.
(Sam had not-so-fond memories of an silver, aluminum
tree with a rotating colored wheel to light it.)
Cassie, who after two Christmases still didn't quite
see what all the hoopla was about, dutifully picked
out a tree and Sam cut it down, grumbling about the
waste and how much easier an artificial tree was.
Sam stood over by a snow covered picnic table at the
tree farm while waiting for their tree to be bundled
before they tied it down in the bed of the pickup they
borrowed from Jack O'Neill.
She was watching a particularly attractive brunette in
the long, black leather coat stroll along. She was
just so beautiful!
And Janet was beautiful that Saturday morning. Her
long, brown hair hung loose with a slight curl to it
over the collar of her coat. Her hands were thrust
into the pockets of the coat and the front was open,
allowing Sam a glimpse of the curves of brunette's
figure.
She almost had that body memorized from head to toe,
but she knew she could never tire of looking at and
exploring that soft, lovely flesh.
Just thinking of Janet like that brought a rush to her
and caused a tingle deep in her loins.
Janet stopped and looked to her left at Sam. The look
was intriguing. It was a sultry, come-hither look. Or
a "fuck me" look as Sam came to think of it when she
was especially horny. And she was rapidly approaching
that state there in the cold, wintry landscape.
Sam opened her mouth to speak when a ball of white
exploded against the back of Janet's head. "What the
hell...?" Sam looked around, fearful for Janet until
she heard the doctor's joyful laughter.
"I'm gonna get you, you little rat!" Janet declared as
she scanned the area for her charge and the source of
the snowball.
Janet knelt down and began to form a ball with the
white powder as pieces of the exploded snowball hung
in her mussed hair. She stood, still looking for
Cassandra, but soon gave up and lobbed the ball in her
hand at Sam.
Totally unprepared, Sam caught the impact square in
her chest with a slight "Whoof!"
"Oh, you are so going to get it now, woman!" Sam
warned as she scooped up some snow herself.
Firing the snowball with the accuracy of a major
league pitcher, she nailed Janet on the shoulder just
as the brunette started to turn to avoid the shot.
They continued to throw snowballs, and soon just
handfuls of snow at each other as they moved nearer.
Grabbing Janet in her arms, Sam took a handful of snow
and rubbed it on Janet's head. "Snow shampoo!" she
yelled.
"Hey! That's cold, goddammit!" Whenever Janet swore,
she was worked up in some way.
"Here, let me warm you up," Sam said, pulling Janet
behind a large fir tree, before she crushed her lips
against Janet's, her tongue slipping between the
willing lips and playing with the other woman's
tongue.
Pulling back, Sam lifted an eyebrow and asked,
"Better?"
Janet smiled and said, "Much." Then sliding from Sam's
arms as she remembered where they were, she added,
"Where's the little runt who started all this?"
They set off in search of the young girl they both
looked on as their daughter. It was a snowball fight
like no other.
* * * * * *
"When?" Janet repeated as Sam pressed back against the
softness of the woman she was cuddling.
Sam, momentarily distracted by the hard points
pressing into her back, looked back over her shoulder
with a questioning look. "When what?" she asked as she
turned in the smaller woman's arms.
"You asked about what I was thinking today, and...Oh,
never mind!" Janet forgot all about the earlier
attempt at conversation when Sam pushed her face
between the lush breasts only partly hidden by the
white silk robe.
She gasped in pleasure as soft lips wrapped around her
erect nipple and Sam's supple tongue began to swab
across it. "Oh, Sam...God! That's wonderful..."
Janet entwined her fingers in Sam's short golden hair
and held the woman tightly to her chest. As her robe
fell open, she felt fingers lightly track down her
body and brush back and forth through the short, brown
curls between the doctor's legs.
As Janet threw her head back, she groaned aloud as Sam
slipped a finger just inside her. The edge of Sam's
short nail lightly scratched along the inner wall
sending flashes through Janet's body.
The brunette grabbed the blonde and brought their lips
together in a seering kiss, their tongues trying to
wrap around each other.
Pulling back, a flushed Sam whispered, "I love you,
Janet Fraiser!"
Janet smiled and replied, "And I love you, Samantha
Carter!"
As her nimble fingers worked on the blond woman's
knotted belt, Janet said, "Let me show you how
much..."
Just as Janet pulled the robe open, they heard a voice
call from upstairs. "Hey, Janet! Mom? I don't feel
good."
Alarmed, Janet pulled her robe closed and raced
upstairs to the girl, followed closely by Sam. "What's
the matter, Hon? Do you have a fever?"
Placing the back of her hand against Cassie's
forehead, she felt what might be a trace of fever. She
pushed Cassie towards her room. "Back to bed, young
lady."
As Cassie settled under her covers, Janet went to her
bathroom and got out what she called her tools of her
trade, a thermometer, a bottle of aspirin, and a glass
of water.
As she reached the girl's bed, she saw Sam sitting on
the other side of the bed, quietly talking to Cassie.
Sam gently stroked Cassie's forehead and smiled. Janet
felt that warm rush of love for her woman again.
Shaking her head with a smile, she sat on the edge of
the bed. Shaking the thermometer, she slipped it under
Cassie's tongue and again felt her forehead and her
cheeks. There was a definite sign of fever but it
wasn't too extreme. Janet felt herself beginning to
relax.
"Anything I can do?" Sam asked.
Janet saw the concern in Sam's eyes. She smiled at the
blonde and said, "No, just sit here with us." Finally,
Janet removed the thermometer and read it.
"Ninety-nine point seven degrees. Not too bad but I
want you to take some aspirin, and then get some
sleep."
Cassie looked at Janet, "It's not that chewable
children's aspirin, is it?"
Janet shook her head, remembering when Cass first came
to live with her. She wasn't used to dealing full-time
with a young person and overdid it the first week with
children's aspirin, juice boxes, and Flintstones
vitamins. Janet replied, "No, this is the real thing.
Okay?"
Cass nodded and swallowed the two tablets with water.
Then settling down on her pillow, she let the two
women pull the sheets up over her. "Good night, Mom.
Good night, Sam. Again," Cassie smiled.
Both women kissed her good night again and quietly
left the room. "I'm leaving the door open a little. If
you need me, just call," Janet said from the hallway.
As they went into the master bedroom by unspoken
agreement, Sam asked, "She okay? Did we get her sick
today?"
Janet touched Sam's arm to quiet the slim thread of
worry she heard in the tall woman's voice, "She'll be
fine. By tomorrow, today rather, the fever'll be gone.
Don't worry, it wasn't anything you did. Okay?"
Sam nodded and looked at the bed. "I had high hopes
for that tonight." She mock-sighed. "Now, duty calls."
Janet wrapped her arms around the taller woman, "I do
love you. Whether we make love or not, I still love
you."
Sam looked at her love questioningly, "What are you
talking about? I know you love me."
"Well, it's just that we haven't been together for a
while, you know?"
"Jan, the time will come. I want to do you in front of
the fireplace again."
Janet pretended shock at Sam's coarseness, "You have
spent far too much time with your teammates. C'mon,
let's get some sleep.  Together."
Sam tossed her robe on a nearby chair and Janet tossed
hers on top. They climbed nude under the covers and
nestled together, feeling the heat of each other's
body. They both resisted the urge to make love,
concern for the girl across the hall overriding any
passionate feelings. Instead they talked quietly for
several minutes in the darkened bedroom.
Soon, Sam's breathing evened out and she was asleep.
Janet leaned on one elbow, looking down on her lover,
and whispered, "What is it about you, Samantha Carter?
Everytime I see you or touch you, I get weak in the
knees. Everytime we kiss, my head swims." Leaning
over, she whispered in the sleeping woman's ear, "I
love you."
Janet lay her head down, Sam's breast making a
wonderfully warm pillow. She was soon asleep as well.
The next morning dawned brightly and Janet squinted at
the sunlight coming in the window before burrowing
under the covers. She realized she was alone and felt
a momentary sense of loss before realizing Sam was
still in the house. She'd never leave without waking
Janet.
Getting up and pulling on her robe, she walked out of
the bedroom. 'I love this silk robe but it's not all
that warm,' she thought as her bare nipples puckered
from the slightly nippy air. 'Wonder if that's why
it's called nippy?' she thought with a smile.
Glancing into Cassie's room, she saw Sam sitting on
the bed talking to the girl. Reluctant to intrude on
the private moment, Janet held back briefly before
deciding that she needed to check on Cass' fever.
"He-ey! How's my favorite patient?" Janet asked
cheerily.
"I'm fine!" Sam and Cassie both said at the same time.
Janet gave Sam a fake glare and moved over to take
Cassie's temperature again. Sam looked at her young
friend and said, "We'll talk more later, kiddo. Okay?"
Cassie nodded and Sam looked at Janet, "You know, they
have some nifty electronic gadgets that do that
quickly now."
Janet, who had a fondness for the more personal care
older methods used, said, "Everyone who is not sick,
get out! Not you, young lady."
Cassie lay back down with a forced groan as Sam
snickered and left the room. "I'll start the coffee,"
she called over her shoulder.
After deciding that Cassie could get up but was to
stay in the house for the day, Janet joined her love
in the kitchen. Walking up, she wrapped her arms
around the taller woman and hugged her, her cheek
pressed into Sam's back. Sam turned in Janet's arms
and lifted Janet's head to plant a soft kiss on her
lips. "Good morning, by the way," she said.
"Good morning, love," Janet replied. "Sorry about last
night..."
"Hey, no apologies necessary. Priorities, right? And
she is a priority," Sam said as she held Janet close.
"Oh, ick! Do you have to do that in the kitchen?"
Cassie said as she stepped to the refrigerator.
"Young lady, where are your slippers? I don't want you
walking on this cold floor barefoot!" Janet said.
Cassie waved her acknowledgement as she grabbed a
small juice bottle from the fridge and bounded up the
stairs.
"So, we've got some leftover turkey I thought I'd use
for lunch," Janet said. "It'll go bad if we don't use
it."
"Turkey? Again?" Sam questioned in mock horror.
"You know," pulling open the bottom of her robe an
pointing to a spot high on the inside of her left
thigh, Janet said, "I'm getting a tattoo of a turkey
and a cornucopia there." Pointing to a spot high on
her right thigh, she added, "And a Christmas tree
inside a wreath here."
Sam looked confused but her eyes were glued to the
glimpse of Janet's  bare mound as she managed to ask,
"What, uh, what are you talking about?"
"Well, that way you can't complain that there's
nothing good to eat between the holidays," Janet
smirked and dropped the robe.
Sam looked up when her view was block by falling silk,
"You are so nasty..."
"You love it!"
"Um-hmm, I certainly do."
"Well, you can show me tonight..."
"Oh Janet, I can't. Remember, we leave early tomorrow
and I have to be to the SGC for a briefing at 2100
hours. I'm sorry, Babe," Sam apologized.
"You're right, I forgot. Well, we'll just have to make
do until you get back." Janet slid from Sam's warm
grasp, "How about bacon and eggs for breakfast?"
Sam knew her lover was disappointed about her leaving.
So was she. They hadn't had a chance to be alone
together in weeks and she knew that Janet was feeling
as frustrated as she was. Sam managed to answer,
"Sure, sunny side down and don't turn 'em over!"
Janet rolled her eyes, "You spend too much time with
those overgrown boy scouts. Now they've got you
quoting the Three Stooges!"
"Hey, I was a Stooge fan a long time before I came
here!" Sam protested. "My brother and I used to watch
them all the time. They were hilarious!"
"Yeah, yeah! I've heard all the arguments. From my ex
all the way back to my dad and brothers . Old, dead
comedians..." Janet leaned into the refrigerator,
feeling Sam's eyes on her rear. "Are you still going
to help with the outside lights?"
"Of course. But I want to be done early. The original
'Miracle On 34th Street' is on cable this afternoon,"
Sam said.
Janet sighed, "Another old movie...Well, go get
dressed for the great outdoors while I fix breakfast.
Then I'll get ready and we can knock off the lights
quickly."
Later, after the outdoor decorations were finished,
Sam and Janet were curled up on the couch and Cassie
was in the recliner as they began to watch "Family
Classics" on WGN from Chicago.
Cassie was still pouting that she hadn't been able to
go outside to help but Janet was firm that she stay in
for the day to make sure her fever stayed down. The
young girl was pacified somewhat with home-made hot
chocolate with a real marshmallow. It was something of
a winter tradition in the Fraiser family that Cass had
immediately fallen in love with after being adopted by
Janet.
Before the movie started, Sam tried to explain to
Janet and Cassie about how "Family Classics" had been
a Sunday institution on Chicago TV for years but had
been pared down to only Sundays during the holidays.
She had watched it for a few years in her childhood
when her father had been temporarily stationed at the
Air Force facility at O'Hare International Aiport and
later on cable when they were living around the
country at various bases.
"I remember curling up with Mom on the couch and
watching 'From The Earth To The Moon' or 'Robin Hood'
when I was a kid. I still kind of feel she's with me
when I see the opening credits," Sam ended her story
wistfully.
Janet wrapped her arm around Sam's shoulder and hugged
her, the hug turning into a quiet cuddle as the intro
began. She could see the tears glistening in Sam's
eyes and held her tightly.
As the movie progressed and John Payne began to accept
Edmund Gwinn's story that he was Kris Kringle, Cassie
asked, "What's the big deal? So he's a nut who thinks
he's Sandy Claws."
"Sssh! Wait 'til a commercial," Sam said. "And it's
Santa Claus. C-L-A-U-S."
As the movie progressed, Janet thought how much like
the young Natalie Wood character Cassie was. She had
never heard of or believed in Santa Claus, the Easter
Bunny, or the Tooth Fairy. She had come from a world
with many beliefs that were completely foreign to
Earth. And many of the traditions of the United States
and the Earth were equally foreign to her.
She and Sam answered her questions regarding Christmas
when they could. Cassie knew a lot about the history
of the holiday but not much regarding the mythology of
it.
Having told her much about Santa Claus so that he was
more than just a figure on a greeting card or
commercial display, she settled down and watched the
balance of the movie, stirring only during commercial
breaks.
At the end, after the climactic court room scene where
the State of New York conceded that Kris was Santa
Claus, and John Payne and Maureen O'Hara found Natalie
Wood's dream house complete with Kris' cane, Cassie
said, "So he really was Santa Claus! That was so
cool!"
Sam smiled and nodded. "Yes, sweetie. He sure was."
Cassie then came up with a slew of new questions which
Sam and Janet happily tried to answer before Sam
looked at her watch and said, "I've got to get ready
and head for the Mountain. We gate in less than twelve
hours."
Janet went upstairs with Sam and helped her get her
gear together. It didn't take any time at all, since
most of it was stored at the SGC, but it gave them a
chance to be alone once more before Sam left.
Unfortunately there wasn't enough time for more than a
couple of tender, loving kisses. (Truth be told, they
wouldn't have felt comfortable with more as long as
Cassie was awake.)
Sam came downstairs with her small bag and hugged
Cassie, kissing the top of her head. "Remember to be
good or Santa won't bring you any toys..."
Cassie smiled in understanding of her parent's obvious
mental imbalance and said, "Sure Sam. Whatever. Have
fun."
Sam waved as she walked out. Much as she loved her job
and travelling to other worlds, she always felt a
sharp pang leaving the cozy comfort of the home she
would soon be sharing. 'How much harder will it be
when I live there full time?' she mused as she got in
her old Sunbird.
Janet and Cassie looked out the window as the car
backed down the drive. Cassie asked, "How come Sam has
such a killer bike but such a junker car?"
"She told me it was because a good car wasn't worth
the money here in the mountains since she only drove
it in winter and it would be hit with ice, snow, and
salt," Janet said. 'Hurry back, Love,' she sent the
thought after the taillights fading into the dusk.
2) Interim
The days passed quickly for SG1 as they explored and
made contact with another world's indigenous people.
There was more than enough to keep them occupied
between the planet's unique flora and fauna, the
startling vista of three large moons visible even in
daylight, combined with the strangely altered Bantu
culture of the inhabitants.
Unfortunately the nights passed slowly for Sam Carter.
She often lay awake in the hut provided for her and
thought of the woman she loved on the other side of
the sky visible through the smoke hole above.
Everyday, they were that much nearer to going home and
having SG9 take over the diplomatic mission.
For her part, Janet Fraiser had it easier with a young
teenager at home and the biggest consumer holiday of
the year looming. By day, she worked the Med Center of
the SGC, filling out reports, dispensing aspirin, and
binding the occasion minor injury. By night, she
looked over Cass' homework, cooked dinner, and kept
the house neat and orderly.
Even so, she keenly felt Sam's absence when she went
to bed alone. It had become somewhat easier as their
relationship had grown but she still wished there was
some way for Sam to go offworld during the day but be
home at night with her.
To the credit of both women, sex was the last reason
they wanted to be with the other.
3) Happy Holidays
It was finally Christmas Eve and Sam was home. Janet
and Cassie had dinner waiting for her when she came in
the door. The smell of spaghetti with homemade sauce
and fresh-baked bread was a warm blanket that wrapped
around Sam as she crossed the threshold.
SG-1 had been back for almost a week but was forced
into quarantine because Jack O'Neill had a case of the
sniffles. The risk of the sniffles being an offworld
organism that could breed a potential epidemic was too
great to chance.
Jack accepted the good-natured ribbing of his
teammates but only because Tech Support put a TV with
satellite feed in the iso-ward so he could watch
football. Although this in turn led to an argument
with one of the med techs over why the Bears, Jack's
hometown team, were so bad. Jack blamed management
while the tech blamed Cade McNown, the injured
quarterback.
"Well, at least we can see the Cowboys' girls on TV,"
he said late Sunday morning as 'Fox NFL Sunday'
broadcast the pregame from the USS Harry S. Truman, a
nuclear aircraft carrier then on-station in the
Mediterranean.
"General," Jack complained later, "How come those sea
monkeys get the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders and we only
get a couple of medical technicians and Carter? No
offense, Sam." Sam stuck her tongue out at Jack.
Hammond had the good grace not to tell O'Neill what to
do with his question and hoped they would be cleared
soon so he could get them out of his hair for a while.
After a little over a week in isolation, Janet looked
over the latest medical reports and pronounced SG-1 to
be healthy and passed on her recommendation that they
be released from quarantine as soon as possible.
Hammond consented and told them not to report back
until after New Year's.
Sam wanted to check on some materials she brought back
before heading home to Janet's house and, as was all
to common to the scientist, got wrapped up in her
studies until Daniel came in to say goodbye before
leaving for his flight back to the East Coast to spend
the holidays with some cousins in North Carolina.
Guiltily realizing how long she'd been at the SGC, Sam
quickly checked out of the Complex. Her Sunbird
started right up, even after being buried in snow for
almost two weeks. Sam knew how to take care of
engines, with some help from her friend Sergeant
Siler.
As she stepped into Janet's house, Cassie came racing
up and wrapped her in a bear hug. "Sam!"
"Hey Cassie!" Sam said, staggering back a step. "How's
tricks?"
"Huh?  What tricks?"
"Never mind. Excited about tomorrow?" Sam smiled over
the girl at the woman standing in the doorway to the
kitchen.
"Yeah! Guess what?" At Sam's blank look, Cassie
continued, "I get to stay with Jack and Teal'c
tonight! Mom said it was okay and we'll be back
tomorrow."
Sam smiled but was more than a little disappointed
that she wouldn't spend Christmas Eve with Cassie.
Then Cassie said, "He won't be here until like 9:30 or
so. We can have dinner and watch some old movie of
Mom's together. Is that cool?"
"As a cucumber," Sam replied with a big smile. She
would get to be with Cassie and, she just realized,
with Janet later. Alone.
At dinner, Janet asked Sam, "So are they going to
follow the rules this year?"
"Yes'm, or face the wrath of Doc Fraiser," Sam
replied. "Only one present per SG team. You'll be
happy to know that Major Hamilton took extras and gave
them to the Toys For Tots campaign."   Hamilton was
the senior Marine officer in the multi-service SGC,
with the arrest of Bob Makepeace after Makepeace was
caught stealing alien technology for the ultra-secret
NID.
Janet smiled and nodded. She was not surprised that a
Marine would give to the Marine Corps charity. She
knew even Jack O'Neill, Mr. Air Force, gave to that
particular Marine drive.
Cassie's first Christmas, she got a present from
virtually every person in the SGC. Janet allowed that
since Cassie had lost so much, more than any child
should. The next year though, she asked that it be
limited to a single present from the SG teams, the Med
Center, the Command Center, and the General. SG-1, as
her surrogate family, was exempt. Most people ignored
her request and she donated several dozen toys to
various charities in the Colorado Springs area.
After dinner, they sat around and watched a tape of
"It's A Wonderful Life." By the end of the movie all
three had tears in their eyes.
Cassie wiped her eyes and said, "Wow, bells and
angels. Is that why bells are Christmas decorations?"
Sam shrugged and looked at Janet with a questioning
look on her face. Janet said, "Hey, I'm not the
Christmas expert here!"
Janet stood up and said, "Okay young lady, it's almost
time for the Colonel to pick you up. Got everything
ready?"
"Yep! Is Jack going to help us tomorrow?"
"Sure, and Teal'c," Sam said, remembering how Cassie
and Janet had brightened Christmas last year for the
personnel stuck in the SGC.
They had brought a hot home-cooked meal of turkey,
mashed potatoes, cranberry jelly, onions and peas,
rolls, and pie which they served in the SGC conference
room for the small crew forced into holiday duty. That
happened to include SG-1. Between the food and
Cassie's enthusiasm, an otherwise bleek holiday was
made happier for the military people there.
Hearing a horn honk outside, Cassie bolted upstairs as
Sam and Janet went out to Jack's truck.
"He-ey, Colonel. Ready for a whirlwind?" Janet asked.
"Yeah, I think I can handle a teenager," Jack O'Neill
replied.
Sam glanced into the cab, "Where's Teal'c?"
"He's back at my place getting all blubbery over the
Charlie Brown Christmas special. There's nothing worse
than a big, blubbery Jaffa!" Jack shook his head.
Cassie came tearing out of the house. "Sure you can
handle a teenaged girl, Colonel?" Janet smirked.
As Jack waved her off & put the truck in reverse,
Janet told him, "Be back here at 9:30 so we can open
presents and have breakfast before heading to the SGC.
Okay?"
Jack nodded, "Come on, kiddo. I've got 'Christmas
Vacation' on tape," and backed down the drive.
Sam glanced at Janet, "Oh my, the turkeys are done!"
"You already have used that line to death, Major,"
Janet said in a warning tone.
"But I just love the tender breasts," Sam leered at
her lover.
"Come inside by the fire," Janet whispered.
Sam went over and stoked the fire while Janet turned
off the regular lights and turned on some soft music.
They came to each other, bathed in the combined lights
of the Christmas tree and the fire in the hearth. Both
women wrapped their arms around the other as their
lips met, softly at first. Soon, Sam pressed her
tongue into Janet's mouth and began to stoke her
internal fires. Janet felt a wonderful shiver as she
sucked on the soft intruder and parried it with her
own tongue.
They quickly went from soft to passionate as Sam
pulled Janet's shirt out of her jeans and ran her
hands up and down the shorter woman's back. Janet
grabbed Sam's ass and pulled her tighter as she
massaged the supple cheeks through the soft denim.
Sam's fingers slid up and brushed across the hard
nipple above the cup of Janet's bra. Janet gasped at
the contact, expelling air into Sam's mouth. Sam then
began to lightly pinch the nipples as her mouth moved
up, kissing a trail along Janet's cheek until she
could nibble her lover's ear.
Janet moaned, "Oh Sam, God!" She rolled her head back
with her eyes closed as the tall blonde continued to
send shivers of excitement through her body.
Sam gave a last, stronger bite to Janet's lobe before
kissing down to her collarbone. Unbuttoning the blouse
Janet had on, Sam moved her mouth down over the soft,
white flesh. She trailed wet kisses across the tops of
Janet's breast, avoiding the sensitive nipples for the
moment.
Finally, pulling the blouse completely off, Sam threw
it behind her as she finally began to tongue the hard
points on Janet's chest. Unhooking the clasp at the
back and tossing the black, lace bra to the side, Sam
grasped the soft breasts and pushed them up. She began
to alternate between nipples, biting and licking as
Janet's moans increased.
Janet pulled Sam's shirt up until her breasts were
bare, and reached down to gently knead the soft
globes. As she squeezed Sam's breasts, she brushed the
nipples with her thumbs.
After several minutes, the women each took a step
back. They were breathing quite rapidly as they stood
looking at each other. Quickly they stripped and lay
on the soft carpetting before the fireplace, the heat
of the fire was nothing like the internal heat they
were feeling.
Laying next to each other, they allowed their fingers
to gently trace the outline of the other's body. The
women were thoroughly caught up in slowly exploring
each other. They scooted towards each other to share
hot kisses as their fingers and hands roamed.
Sam ran her hand through Janet's long, silky hair and
cupped the back of her head, pulling the brunette even
closer. "I love you," she whispered into Janet.
Janet pulled back, stared hard into Sam's eyes, and
said, "I know. And I love you too. More each day."
Janet allowed her hand to slide down Sam's torso and
through the short blond hair between her legs. The
doctor also rolled Sam on her back and took an excited
breast in her mouth, softly but insistently suckling
it.
It was Sam's turn to moan aloud as Janet teased her
rock hard nipple with her teeth and her tongue. Sam's
moans turned to a yelp when she felt Janet slip first
one finger then two into her slippery heat.
As Janet plunged her fingers into her love's slit, she
began to lightly, oh-so lightly, brush the tip of
Sam's clitoris. Feathery dustings caused Sam's
breathing to grow harsher and her pulse to speed up.
Her skin took on an aroused flush and she gave up
trying to stem the flow of feelings rushing at near
light speed through her body.
Janet felt the increase in Sam's honey and began to
increase the pressure on her clit with her thumb and
on her nipple with her tongue. Sam cried out when her
first orgasm hit, her body arching off the floor.
When the flood of pleasure subsided, Sam looked up to
see Janet leaning on her elbow looking at the
temporarily satisfied woman. Janet held up her hand,
the fingers glistened with Sam's moisture. Sam watched
as Janet smiled and began to slowly lick her fingers
clean with long swipes of her tongue. Then she ran her
fingers across Sam's lips, Sam's tongue snaking out to
lick the slender digits.
Janet leaned over and trapped her fingers between her
lips and Sam's as they both tongued the slickness. The
fingers were removed and they stayed locked together
orally.
Sam slid out from under Janet and pulled her up so
that Janet was sitting over Sam's face. The blonde
looked up and saw Janet's nether lips sparkle in the
firelight. She took a deep breath and savored the
aroma of her woman aroused.
Reaching up, Sam pulled Janet down until lips met lips
and Sam began to tongue kiss Janet's pussy. Janet
sighed repeatedly, the sighs turning into moans, as
Sam licked her lips and thrust her tongue up inside to
stroke the edge of her inner walls.
The constant friction of the rough/soft tongue on her
sensitive tissues caused flashes of heat to explode
out of her center. Janet started to fall back, as
every bone in her body melted (it seemed). She put her
arms back on Sam's thighs and balanced there as the
beautiful woman beneath her continued to lavish her
loins with loving attention.
Sam licked up and around Janet's clit without actually
touching the ultrasensitive organ several times. As
juice seeped out onto her lips and tongue, Sam decided
the moment was ripe, and so was her most willing
victim.
She applied her tongue to the tip of Janet's clitoris
using increasing pressure until the doctor felt like
her body was exploding as she came all over Sam's
face.
Janet fell back onto Sam, and Sam held her in an
upside-down hug until Janet's breathing returned to
normal.
"God, Sam! That was fantastic!" Janet panted. "As
usual. God, woman..." Janet leaned towards her mate
and licked her juices off Sam's face, culminating in a
long, loving kiss.
They cuddled for a time and then Sam said, "I want to
taste you again, Janet. It's been too long!"
Janet happily agreed, "I want you too.  I need to
taste you.  Let's try an old favorite..."
Janet spun her body around and the women were in the
classic 69 position. Neither woman had any experience
with this position before they became lovers but they
had learned to be most proficient.
As Janet tasted Sam's honey firsthand for the first
time that night, Sam returned to Janet's molten core.
They slowly built each other up to exquisite levels
before backing off several times. Each time they felt
the other was about to climax, the woman pulled back
lightly kissing the insides of soft thighs before
running a tongue through short, curly hair. Then,
leaving a damp trail, they resumed their oral worship
of their lover.
Janet, who had felt any oral sex was dirty when she'd
been married, found she couldn't seem to get enough of
Sam as her tongue lashed at the swollen,, aroused
flesh and the distended clitoris. Janet especially
loved to thrust her tongue as deep as she could
between Sam's folds while trying to rub her clit with
her nose.
Sam, for her part, had always enjoyed oral sex but
with Janet it was more than sex. It was love. As she
lightly scraped the inner wall of Janet's sex and
sucked on her clit, Sam felt Janet nearing her peak
again. This time she didn't let up but allowed Janet
to come. Which the lovely brunette did with a squeal
that turned into a scream.
Janet muffled her vocalizations in Sam's mound. The
vibrations finished the job that Janet's mouth had
started. Sam climaxed loudly seconds after Janet's
began.
Afterwards, they lay in each other's arms talking.
"Oh Sam...I want to tell you...I just don't know how
to say it."
"Ssh, love. Just say it, and I will understand you,"
Sam said.
"I used to enjoy sex before I met you, but now...I,
God! I wish I could tell you how much more this
is...It's like, you know...I feel like I'm part of
something bigger, more whole. Does this make sense?"
Janet looked deep into the blue pools of Sam's eyes.
Sam smiled, "Yea, dear heart. I feel the same. We are
part of each other, more than I thought people could
be. Sex with you is more than just sex or even making
love. It's a melding of two into one. We were meant to
be together. I think I knew that from the moment we
met but until we were on the beach that night...well,
my life became complete then," Sam said. "Now, since
the fire is dying down, let's go upstairs."
Standing up, she leaned down and pulled Janet to her
feet. They came together in another loving kiss before
walking upstairs hand in hand to further enjoy and
love each other, pausing every other step to kiss and
hold each other.
* * * * * *
Sam stretched and glanced at the bedside clock,
smiling as she remembered the fun but slow journey up
the stairs last night followed by renewed passion once
they were in the bed. She looked over at Janet buried
under the covers, her brown hair spread out around her
head, and marvelled at how much stamina they had after
over two weeks of abstinence.
Looking back at the clock and seeing it was 9:00 AM,
she reflected that they got almost six hours of sleep.
Jerking up, she yelled, "Nine? Holy shit!" She began
to roughly shake Janet, "Janet, get up! C'mon! It's
9:00! They'll be here any minute. Janet!"
The lovely doctor mumbled and tried to burrow into her
pillow when it finally registered. Sitting up, she
looked at the clock, "Oh God! Sam..."
They both hopped out of bed. Sam said, "You grab a
shower here while I clean up the living room. Then
I'll grab a quick one."
Janet nodded and hurried for the adjoining bathroom.
Sam paused to admire the slim, nude figure before
running downstairs, also naked. She froze at the base
of the stairs, there were clothes all over the place!
"Please be late! Please be late!" Sam chanted
mantra-like as she scrambled to grab jeans, shirts,
and underwear.
Running to the laundry room off the kitchen, she threw
everything in the basket on top of the machine.
Running back into the living room, she grabbed their
boots and set them by the front door. Glancing out,
she exhaled when she saw no sign of Jack, Teal'c, and
Cassie.
Upstairs, Janet dried and dressed as she shouted
downstairs. Sam ran up and headed for the shower as
Janet took a moment to admire Sam's sleek body.
Sam came downstairs as Jack's truck pulled up. Janet
was on the couch with a mug of coffee, looking for all
the world like she'd been up for hours. Sam smiled and
opened the door just as Cassie was pulling out her
key. "Merry Christmas, Sam!"
Sam smiled, "Merry Christmas, Sweetie. And Merry
Christmas, Colonel."
"Merry Christmas, Mom!"
"Hi sweetheart. Merry Christmas. And you too,
Colonel." Janet stood and stretched, "Coffee?"
Jack, wearing a green t-shirt with a picture of Curly
Howard in a scarf and an old English top hat that was
titled "Ebe-NEEZ-er Stooge", nodded, "Merry Christmas,
Doc. Thanks for having us over. Teal'c's getting some
stuff out of the back of the truck."  He handed some
small packages to Janet.
Teal'c came in with an armload of brightly wrapped
packages, saying, "There are more, O'Niell."
As Jack walked out to his truck, Janet said, "Just put
those near the tree please, Teal'c."
Eying the tree, Teal'c looked at Sam and said, "I
still do not understand this custom of decorating a
dead tree inside your home as a form of celebration.
I must say you and the doctor do have interesting
ornaments though..."
Sam looked at the tree and was horrified to see
Janet's black demi-cup hanging on a branch!
"Oh God!" she moaned. Teal'c, his dark face impassive
except for his bright eyes, went out to help Jack
bring in the rest of the presents.
 (c) John O'Conner
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