Yellow Rose

Author: Geonn

Email: neil_j_miser@yahoo.com

Rating: NC17

Pairings: Sam/Janet

Category: First Times

Disclaimer: Not mine. None of it. I even borrowed the letters that make up the words.

Spoilers: "The First Commandment," "The Tok'ra, Part II," "Divide & Conquer," "Ascension," "Rite of Passage," "Between Two Fires," miniscule one for "Tin Man"

Summary: Sam lets her guard down and allows herself to love. But can she overcome her fear of the aftermath?

Special Thanks to Hl for the banner.


"Logic and cold reason are poor weapons to fight fear and distrust. Only faith and generosity can overcome them." Jawaharlal Nehru

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When Janet Fraiser had turned sixteen, she had bought herself a teddy bear. It was a lovely brown bear with soft fur she had often found herself stroking as she fell asleep. She would cuddle the toy to her chest, pretending it was a lover who was falling asleep after a night of passion. After she became sexually active, she kept the bear on the floor by her bed. On those nights, she didn't need the faux-comfort of a ghost lover. But she had always come back to the cuddly toy, for none of her relationships seemed to last very long. As it was, she had spent every night of the last four years holding the now-threadbare creature rather than a warm body.

Until last night.

Last night, when she had surrendered all inhibitions and given herself completely to the one person she never dreamed she could have. They had fallen into each other with all of the strength and passion of a summer thunderstorm. Her heart had pounded as she explored the flesh of her dream lover, pausing to nip and caress the forbidden skin heretofore hidden below crisp, unflattering military uniforms. When they finally retired to the bedroom to begin the process of lovemaking, Janet had found herself sobbing into her pillows. The expert and loving fingers of her newfound lover had almost proven too much for the brunette.

They pushed each other to new heights of ecstacy, exploring feelings they had only dreamt about. Janet felt the warm flow of her lover's orgasm, felt the juices flood over her hand and, later, her face. She would never forget the taste of that wonderful abrosia, nor the staccato pounding of her own heart.

She'd never had a lover that worshipped her so completely, never felt so connected with a lover. They coaxed each other to climax after climax, eventually collapsing on the bed in exhaustion. She had stroked her lover's sweat-sheened face in the moonlight, catching her breath and trying to stop her tears. In the aftermath, she swept the pad of her thumb over her lover's bottom lip, prompting the mouth to open and allow the intruder entrance. Janet remembered the now-familiar stirring in her loins as her lover's tongue caressed her thumb with the pink tip of her tongue.

Finally, Janet had whispered, "I love you, Samantha. I always will."

The blonde had allowed Janet to remove her thumb, then bit her bottom lip. "Go to sleep, sweetheart," Sam Carter whispered. "We-we can talk about this in the morning."

They then kissed softly, almost chastely, before Janet pulled the blankets up around their wearied bodies.

---

Janet woke several minutes before she actually opened her eyes. She loved trying to ascertain the state of the room before she looked around. She could smell the distinct smell of Samantha Carter, a scent she had only imagined until the night before. She curled against the blanket that was wrapped around her forearm, remembering the night before. They had finally done it. They had made love... and it had been exquisite.

The blankets and sheets were pushed away as the brunette leisurely stretched out her left leg, stretching from her prone position to relieve the kinks in her muscles that had built up during her slumber. She rolled her shoulders and finally peered out at the bedroom through her curled lashes. The first thing she noticed was a yellow rose from the garden in front of her house. It was placed in the bottle of wine the ladies had shared the previous night before their escapades between the sheets. She blinked, clearing her vision and sitting up to look at the bedside table in more detail.

Balanced against the brown glass bottle was a sheet of paper from Janet's notepad. Below the letterhead, a note had been scrawled out in Sam's chicken-scratch handwriting. 'Dearest Janet, I am so sorry that I didn't return your wonderful sentiment last night. You mean more to me than you'll ever know. Last night was marvelous. I'll never forget it. But it cannot be repeated. I don't love you as much as you love me. Your Friend. Sam.'

Janet felt as if her heart would explode right there. She sat up in bed, wrapping the sheet around her still-nude form as she read and re-read the note. Tears burned her eyes and blazed a trail down her face as she tried to comprehend what her friend was saying. Was it just a one-night stand? Was that all it meant to her? She tossed the note aside and climbed out of bed. She wasn't on duty today, but she wasn't going to give Sam the opportunity to run off and hide on some alien world. Not after leaving a note like that.

She was going to explain herself.

---

Janet drove to the mountain with every intention of cornering Sam and demanding an explanation. If she was worried about the stigmata of being a gay woman at a military base, they could work through it together. Janet had been in more than one relationship since her assignment at the SGC. There was no reason to deny the chemistry between them when it was so powerfully obvious.

As she pulled up to the main guardpost, the airman on duty frowned and said, "Dr. Fraiser? Didn't think you were on duty today."

Nodding, she handed over her ID card. "I had some paperwork I wanted to finish up on. Besides... this place is hard to stay away from, ya know?"

Emitting a laugh like a hyena, the guard shrugged and handed her ID back. "Wouldn't know, Dr. Fraiser. When this boy is off-duty, he is *off.* Wouldn't get me back here for a national emergency." He winked to let her know he was kidding, then motioned her through the gate.

Turning into the entrance of the underground parking lot, Janet drummed her fingers on the steering wheel. "Yeah," she muttered to the empty car. "Some paperwork... A note that doesn't explain anything. Now to find out why the woman I love most in all the world bailed on me with that freakin' note..."

She parked in her regular space and climbed out of the car, her high heels making hollow noises on the cement as she made her way to the elevators. She checked her watch; Sam had been on duty for almost two hours. If she wasn't in a mission briefing she'd most definitely be in the lab. That is unless Colonel O'Neill corraled her for a breakfast in the mess. Those usually lasted the better half of the morning.

Although she planned to go directly to Sam's office, she instinctively pushed the button for the infirmary level. The doors had opened before she realized her mistake, so she continued down the corridor as if she hadn't erred. Dr. Warner spotted her from inside the infirmary and rushed to greet her. "Janet... Dr. Fraiser, what are you doing here?"

Muttering a curse under her breath, she turned. "I... just had some things to do. What do you need?"

"SG-4 came through the gate with severe injuries. Major Gray is suffering from three broken ribs and I think Captain Taylor is ready to go into labor. I could really use an extra set of hands."

Janet felt a string of curses rising from her chest. She had *told* Taylor to go home and rest. "What the hell is Taylor doing here? I told her that she was too close to labor for work..."

Warner shrugged. "No idea. But she's in there now."

"Fine," Janet sighed, brushing past the other man in hurrying into the infirmary. Her debate with Sam would have to wait.

---

"Damn, damn, damn, damn," she muttered, running her hands through her hair as she gathered her paperwork together. After Taylor's baby was delivered (with only minimal complications), Janet had stuck around to help with the arrival of SG-8. The physicals had seemed endless and by the time she was free, paperwork had seemed much more appealing that getting into an emotional argument with Sam.

But now, it was a quarter to midnight - how the hell had it gotten so late?! - and she was rushing to get herself situated. She finally got herself oriented and threw her papers into the bottom desk drawer. She checked her watch once more and dashed for the elevators.

Sam's office was located in an area that was often deserted by this time of night. The doctor had stopped by the mess hall and gotten a cup of black coffee as a peace offering and embarked on the long journey to speak with her lover of the night before. She found herself pausing in the hall a few doors down, staring at the square of light glowing from Sam's lab. The quiet, repetitive sound of a keyboard was audible in the post-midnight hallway. 'tapp-a-tapp-tapp-tapp...'

Janet closed her eyes, bracing herself before heading down the hallway. She took a deep breath and turned into the door. Sam had her back to her, hunched over her keyboard and staring at schematics written on the blackboard across the room. She went back to typing. Finally, Janet cleared her throat and said softly, "Am I... interrupting anything?"

Sam turned, her eyes momentarily widening at the sight of the brunette. "Oh. Uhh... no." She turned back to her computer. "Did I miss a physical or something?"

"No..." Janet said, stepping into the lab. "I, uh... was just wondering if you wanted a cup of coffee. Black."

Sam extended a hand without turning around. "Thanks. I am... I'm really beat."

Janet placed the cup on the counter next to Sam, then bit her lip. "I'm sorry to bother you. I'll get out of your hair now."

Sam looked at the brunette, frowning. "Janet? Did I say something wrong?"

"Wh... what do you mean?"

"Are you all right? You seem upset about something."

Janet's eyes widened. "Upset? About... something? Sam, I... I..." She felt the tears coming and knew she couldn't stop them if she tried. She was glad she hadn't tried this earlier, when the halls had been open to more traffic. "Did... what we did last night... are you ashamed of it? Did even mean anything to you?"

Sam turned back to the computer. Silence hung heavily in the room, the hum of the computer keeping them from going crazy in the silence. Janet opened her mouth to break the silence, but Sam beat her to the punch. "I thought... I was clear in the letter." She said softly, fingers picking at the blue jumpsuit material over her knee. "I didn't want to hurt you."

"Hurt me?! 'I don't love you as much as you love me'? 'Your *FRIEND*'? Sam, that devastated me. I... we... We made love last night. Call it a cheap fuck if you want, but it was making love. You couldn't have faked those emotions. We have to talk about this and we're going to talk now."

Sam was blinking rapidly, her eyes wet. When she finally did speak, her voice was little more than a whisper. "Janet... you weren't just a cheap fu--" She couldn't finish the vulgarity, so she changed what she was about to say. "It was lovemaking for me, too. I *do* love you, Janet. It's just so, so much more complex than that."

"What's complex about it? The fact that we're both women? Sam... I've been in relationships before. I know how to dodge attention. I'll help you through it."

"That's not it," Sam said, swallowing hard. She was about to lose all control. "I just... I can't love you, Janet. No matter how much I want to, I just..." She closed her eyes and a few tears were loosened. They rolled slowly towards her chin before dripping off, plummeting to land on the thigh of her fatigues. She wiped her face, inhaling sharply. "I've loved you for a long time and I never made a move. Never took a chance. Until last night, I was so good at h-holding myself back. Can't we just forget last night ever happened?"

Janet shook her head. "That wouldn't be fair, Sam. Not to me, not to you... not to *us*." She stepped forward and put her hand on the blonde's shoulder. "That's what I want, Sam. For there to be an us. And the first step to that would be helping you get through this. Why can't you love me?"

Sam blinked, then took a shaky breath. "I love you... so much that I couldn't bear to say good-bye to you."

Janet frowned, confused. "Sam, you wouldn't have to say good-bye to me." She stroked the blonde's cheek. "I would never leave you, honey. I want you to know that."

The blonde sniffed. "No... I'm not worried about, about a break-up. I'm worried about... I'm afraid if I admit I love you... It sounds so stupid."

"Tell me anyway," Janet whispered.

"I'm afraid if I admit that I love you, then you'll die." Tears were flowing freely now; her cheeks were wet and red, her lower lips trembling. "I'm afraid you'll end up like Martouf or-or Narim... or Jonas... I couldn't bear to lose you." She rubbed her face, attempting to stop her tears. "I'd much rather have you as a living, platonic friend than a dead lover."

Janet felt her heart break at those words. "Ohh... Sam, sweetheart..." She stepped forward. She wished she could find the words to comfort her friend, but nothing came. Instead, she just pressed her body against Sam's back, wrapping her in a tight embrace. Sam tentatively accepted the hug, reaching up and lightly laying her fingers on the brunette's wrists.

"Everyone I love," Sam murmured, "is taken away from me. Mom... Dad went to the Tok'ra... I would die if I had to give you up." She pulled Janet's hands to her lips and tenderly kissed her fingertips.

Janet turned Sam's stool so the two women were facing each other. "Sam... you haven't lost me. And you haven't lost Cassandra, despite all attempts to steal her." She smiled. "We fought for Cass, remember? We fought that Goa'uld bitch tooth and nail and we kicked her ass. And I'd do the same for you."

Sam tenderly stroked Janet's cheek. "Oh, Janet," she whimpered. "I... I would go to the ends of the earth for you."

The doctor smiled. "And when Sam Carter puts her mind to something... look out World." Sam chuckled, her tears finally drying. Janet lightly pressed her lips to the corners of the blonde's mouth and whispered, "I'll take you home. I want to spend the night with you again."

Sam tensed slightly. "Do you... want to make love again?"

Janet bit her lip. She did, desperately... but it probably wouldn't be the right thing at the moment. "We don't have to, Sam. I would love to just... sleep in your arms."

They were quiet for a moment, then Sam kissed the shorter woman passionately. Their lips pressed intimately together for a brief moment until Sam swept her tongue across Janet's mouth. The doctor eagerly accepted the intruder, fighting for control of the kiss. When Sam pulled back, her lips were swollen from the kiss and her eyes were slightly less red. She smiled nervously and said, "When we get home... I want to make love to you."

"Sam, you don't have to."

Quietly, Sam assured the brunette, "I want to. I want to show you I love you." She reached down and took Janet's hand in her own. "Take me home now, please."

---

Janet followed Sam to the elevators, taking the time to examine her friend's beautiful form. Sam's hair was unfortunately cut short as usual; Janet much prefered when the blonde wore heavy bangs that hung around her cherubic face and got caught in her eyelashes. She smiled softly, remembering innocent caresses she had stolen under the pretext of fixing the blonde's hair. Her grin widened when she realized that she would no longer need excuses to touch the beautiful major. That thought sent chills down her spine.

Sam glanced back, smiling playfully. "Hey. Just making sure you can keep up."

"I'm fine," Janet assured her, the brown of her eyes sparkling with anticipation. When Sam turned back to face the closed elevator doors, the doctor allowed her gaze to pass over Sam's elegant neck. Below the shorn edges of Sam's hairline, her neck stretched out like a firm and tan pillar. There was a small knot at the base of the bronze skin where the atlas vertebra was visible, pressing against the skin. Janet bit her lip, imagining she could see through the coarse material of Sam's jumpsuit. She pictured the curve of the blonde's bare shoulder, seen so many times during examinations. The skin was stretched slightly there, as if the blonde was slightly too big for her body. Janet longed to kiss and explore that expanse in detail... along with all the rest of Sam's body.

Last night had been an initiation. This night would be an oath. Not only making love; they would be sealing their relationship... forever.

The doors finally parted and Sam stepped inside, propelled forward by a slender hand at the small of her back. She glanced over her shoulder, smiling down at the brunette. "Someone's eager."

Janet pressed her body against the taller woman, pinning her face-forward against the wall of the cab. She absently punched the button for the surface and grabbed the collar of Sam's jumpsuit. She yanked it and the black t-shirt below away, exposing the flesh she had just been fantasizing about. Growling low in her throat, Janet lowered her lips to the firm flesh, easing away all tension with her lips and tongue. Sam closed her eyes, lips parted in passion as the brunette worked at the intersection of her neck and shoulder.

All of the doubt and worry from the previous night was gone. Passion and longing had replaced it, need seeping from every pore of the blonde's body. Sam flattened herself to the wall of the elevator, suddenly wishing she had hit the emergency stop button. As it was, they would hit the surface far too soon. She bit her lip and moved one hand back, finding and caressing Janet's hip through her skirt. The doctor responded by pressing herself harder against Sam.

Nine floors to go... Damn... there was never enough time...

Easing her hands away from Sam's shoulders, Janet traced her way down the lithe major's front, pulling the taller woman away from the wall as she cupped her full breasts. Sam arched into her new lover's hands, longing to feel flesh burning against flesh once more. Never before had a lover left her so sated... and yet wanting more. Sam rested her forehead against the wall, moaning as Janet's hands slipped into her jumpsuit. Sam whimpered in anguish as Janet teased her nipples through the thin material of her t-shirt. She'd never been happier she had neglected to put on a bra.

The loud *bing!* from above their heads signaled that the elevator had finished it's journey. They separated quickly, readjusting their clothes and trying to assume a professional demeanor as they stepped into the corridor. Sam felt her erect nipples pressing against her t-shirt and was grateful for the thick jumpsuit she wore.

She could only hope the scent of her arousal wasn't strong enough for the guard to smell.

After they signed out, Janet casually wrapped her arm around Sam's and pulled the blonde towards the parking area. Sam glanced back, making sure that the guard was occupied. He had returned to his stool and was enraptured with a 'Seinfeld' rerun playing on a portable TV. Satisified she wouldn't be caught, she slipped her hand down and tenderly squeezed one supple cheek of the doctor's rear end.

Managing to hide her squeal of surprise, Janet fixed her gaze at Sam. The blonde just chuckled and continued walking, flattening her hand against the brunette's derriere. She rubbed the crack between the cheeks, causing the panties below to move in tandem with her fingers. Janet swallowed sharply as she felt the soft cotton tighten and rub against her swollen labia, intimately stroking her as they walked down the corridor.

Any thought of taking it slow was banished from their minds as they spotted Janet's compact car parked several spaces away. The women separated, rushing towards the grey car as if they were being chased by the devil himself. Sam eagerly waited for Janet to unlock the passenger door and jumped inside, her heart slamming against her ribs as Janet joined her. The brunette smiled mischievously and inserted the key into the ignition, but didn't turn the engine over.

Nodding at the keys, Sam said, "Let's go, Janet... I'm about to explode..."

The doctor shook her head, sticking her tongue out and placing the tip against her upper lip. She slowly raised her hips off the seat and reached under the hem of her skirt, wiggling around until Sam realized what she was doing. Sam didn't know her heart could beat any faster than it already was. It could. She swallowed as she watched the white material of Janet's panties slowly slide down the doctor's legs. 'Thank God she didn't wear pantyhose,' Sam told herself, her eyes glued to the doctor's bare thighs.

Her mind was reeling. Finally, Janet started the engine and slipped into a driving position. "Now... let's see if you can restrain yourself until we get past the guardpost. That is, of course... assuming you don't want to give them a wonderful show." She winked and wet her lips seductively.

Anything in the world, any request imaginable, Sam thought, would've been easier that keeping her hands off the underwear-free woman seated next to her. She turned in her seat so she was looking out the window, trying to control her thoughts. "Hey, Sam," Janet whispered.

The major turned in time to get hit in the face with something soft. She jerked, pulling at the offensive item... then moaned quietly. Janet's panties. "Do something with those," the doctor ordered. "Don't want the guard to see 'em."

Sam held the material to her face, inhaling the brunette's sweet scent. She vividly remembered the taste of the beauty from the night before, but couldn't wait for an encore. The guard didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary and wished them good-night. Sam felt like she was about to explode as they turned the corner and into the darkness of the night. The only illumination came from the headlights of Janet's car as it idly moved down the curving road that hugged the side of the mountain.

Janet's face was green, an illusion caused by the instrument panel. As the brunette drove, Sam unbuckled her seatbelt and turned in her seat, facing the other woman. Janet spotted her movement out of the corner of her eye. "Don't distract the driver," the doctor warned, her voice only half-threatening.

Eyes wide, heart thumping, Sam raised her right hand to her lips and wet three fingers with the tip of her tongue. "I can't help it," she whispered, moving her hand to rest it on Janet's bare thigh. "You're so beautiful..."

"Sa-am..." Janet warned, struggling to keep her eyes on the road as Sam's fingers began to lightly knead the soft flesh on the inside of the brunette's thigh. Her eyes drifted shut for a moment, then immediately popped open. "Sam! Oh... we should wait until we get home."

"Fifteen minutes," Sam moaned. "I can't wait that long." She traced a wet line from the inside of Janet's knee to her upper thigh. "If you didn't want this," she reasoned, "why'd you take off your panties?" She reached her destination and pressed two fingers against the swollen lips of Janet's sex. "Do you want me to?"

Janet bit her lip, her eyes mere slits. "Yesss," she hissed.

Sam immediately complied, massaging the slick skin of Janet's crotch before allowing her finger to dip inside. Janet gasped and rose slightly out of her seat. "Oooh, Sam..."

The blonde withdrew her finger and journeyed upward, toying with the tiny nub of Janet's clitoris. The doctor was moaning loudly, resting her head on the window. Sam noticed her lover's distraction and glanced out the windshield. They were fast approaching an intersection that was, at the moment, displaying a red light. "Janet, honey... brake."

"Break what?" the doctor panted.

"Open your eyes, sweety. Red light."

Janet's eyes flew open and she jammed her foot down on the brake, bringing the car to a screeching halt. As they caught their breath, Janet pulled Sam's hand out and lovingly cleaned the digits with her tongue. When she had finished, she looked at Sam with lust-filled eyes and said, "When we get home, my love."

Sam fell back into her seat and pretended to pout.

"Believe me," she winked. "It'll be worth the wait."

---

The front door of Janet Fraiser's house was the next victim in the ballet of love between the two women. Sam impacted the door immediately after Janet had keyed the lock. The blonde's arms wrapped around her lover's neck and pulled the doctor inside. Janet laughed as she kicked the door shut with her foot, placing a soft kiss on Sam's chin before moving up to her waiting lips. They kissed like long-lost lovers, their tongues hungrily searching for a partner. They turned slowly, making slow but steady progress towards the stairs.

Sam's fingers moved to Janet's hair and tangled through the long locks, finding and obliterating the rubber bands holding it in place. She pulled the bands until they popped, tossing the remnants aside as the lovely brunette's hair slowly tumbled to frame her face. The doctor's long hair soon hung in her face, obscuring Sam's view of the lovely visage. She reached up, threading her hand through the dark mane and pulled Janet to her for a lusty kiss. Janet gripped the material of Sam's jumpsuit and pulled with all her might. The zipper made an awful ripping sound as it was forced apart and the cloth tore in several places.

After removing the zipper obstacle, Janet slid the jumpsuit down Sam's arms and knelt, pulling it the rest of the way down. She was grateful to discover that Sam wore only a pair of light blue panties below the uniform. She kissed the triangle of material covering the blonde's sex and listened for the moan accompanied it. She stood and allowed Sam to kick the ruined outfit away.

They kissed slowly before Sam said, "I kinda like this tshirt... could we spare it from being destroyed?"

Janet stepped back and took the shirt by the hem, kneeling so that she was staring directly into Sam's stomach. The blonde was breathing heavily, her navel receding and rising towards Janet. The brunette leaned forward, pressing her lips to the gentle dent in her lover's stomach and swirled her tongue into it in an imitation of what she was planning to do lower. She nipped at the soft flesh of Sam's abdomen, running her tongue across the barely-noticable hipbones.

Remembering the task at hand, she raised the t-shirt a little more until it was to the bottom of Sam's breasts. The doctor could barely see the lower curve of the blonde's breasts. Taking a deep breath, she pushed upward and bared the major's chest. Her pink nipples stood proudly against the alabaster skin, begging to be kissed. Janet rose, closing her lips around Sam's nipple and lavishing it with her tongue.

Sam moaned as Janet switched from one breast to the other, keeping her arms to her side. She wanted to cup Janet's head, direct her ministrations, but the brunette obviously needed no assistance. Janet continued, pushing the shirt up until it covered Sam's face. The blonde pulled the material away and threw it across the room. It landed on a china cabinet filled with small clown figurines that Janet had collected over the years. Sam smiled, making a mental note to remove the telltale sign of her presence before Cassie saw it the next mor--

"Cassie!"

Janet's head snapped up. "Where?!" she hissed.

Sam looked down at the brunette. "What if Cassandra hears us?"

Janet breathed a sigh of relief, stroking the upper slope of Sam's breast. "She's not here, Sam. Science fair in Denver. She's gone for the weekend." She placed a small kiss on the bud of Sam's nipple. "I told you that last night... remember?"

Sam smiled weakly, then said, "Sorry... I-I panicked."

Janet rose, placing a soft kiss on the tip of Sam's nose. She pressed her lips to Sam's forehead, chin, cheeks and eyelids before finally claiming her lips. When she pulled back, she asked, "If you're feeling uncomfortable, we can stop this."

"No..." Sam kissed Janet hard, running her tongue across Janet's lips and feeling her heart skip when it was eagerly accepted. They pulled back and Sam rubbed her lover's cheek with the pad of one thumb. "I want you, Janet. All of you. For all time. Forever." She kissed the brunette, then said, "You're all I'll ever need."

Janet lowered herself, licking her lips before she wrapped her arms around the blonde's waist and cupped the gorgeous globes of her ass. She squeezed softly, enjoying the feel of Sam's silk underwear mixed with the satiny texture of her skin. She pressed her lips once more to the front of Sam's panties, using her tongue to taste the woman through the material. She worked her fingers under the thin elastic straps of the underwear and looked up at Sam. "How much do you like these panties?"

Sam swallowed hard and whispered, "I can buy more."

Pulling forward with both hands, the panties pulled Sam forward a few inches before finally snapping. Janet was now pressing her face against the blonde's warm stomach, her hands tracing circles on the other woman's toned thigh. She pulled back, gazing at the triangle of downy hair between the tall blonde's legs. She ran her fingers through the short hairs, feeling the moisture that had accumulated there. She looked up, locking eyes with Sam before sliding her hand between her legs.

Sam moaned and fell against the wall, spreading her legs to allow Janet more room to maneuver. Janet pulled her hand free, licking the digits as she had Sam's earlier before returning to her task. She slipped her now-wet fingers across Sam's slit, moving from back to front until she found the hard bud of the blonde's clitoris. She teased the hypersensitive flesh, pinching it gently before she decided to finish the job.

The doctor placed one hand on Sam's hip, steadying the taller woman against the wall before working the tip of her index finger against the major's moist folds. Sam moaned, her hands instantly moving to hold the back of Janet's head. The doctor turned her hand slightly, pressing lightly against the supple pink flesh of her lover's sex. Sam bit her lip as the brunette continued to explore.

Janet moved with exquisite care, gently parting the other woman's folds before continuing onward. Sam bit her lip... Janet still only had half of one finger inside of her and it was already driving her crazy. When Janet had her index finger buried to the first knuckle, she raised her middle finger and gently scratched the blonde's sensitive skin with her fingernail. Sam jumped slightly, then pressed herself down in a futile attempt to impale herself on the brunette's hand.

Before she finally added the second finger, Janet bent her head down and extended her tongue, finding and massaging Sam's clit with her tongue. She waited until Sam gasped before she added her second finger, causing a double-shot of stimulation. Sam was panting heavily now, her hands firmly planted on Janet's shoulders. "J-Janet," Sam whimpered. "Janet, I'm-I'm going to... to... oooohhh, Janet..."

The brunette's searching hand was suddenly wet, her fingers slick and her palm glistening in the dim light of the hallway. Reluctantly, she pulled away, leaving Sam's crotch behind to stand before the other woman. She placed her palm over the major's left breasts, squeezing it slightly and transfering Sam's juices to her own breast. They locked eyes before Janet lowered her head, using her tongue to tenderly cleanse the major's breast. Her tongue danced over the goosebumps of her lover's flesh, pausing to greet and caress the straining nipple. She closed her lips around the pinkness of the blonde's aureole, playfully nipping at the wet flesh. She once again felt Sam's hands in her hair and pulled her lips away.

Sam pulled Janet in for a desperate kiss, pressing her nude body to Janet's clothed form. The remaining juices that had been spread on her chest were pressed into Janet's wrinkled uniform blouse, but neither woman cared. Sam's tongue surged into Janet's mouth, meeting no resistance as she endeavored to taste herself on the brunette's palette. She wasn't disappointed, accepting the salty-sweetness of her own juices. She raised one bare leg, hooking it around Janet's hip and rolling them along the wall until Janet was the one pinned.

Neither woman wanted to break the kiss, but eventually their lips came apart in a reluctant bid for air. Sam stroked Janet's face, moving her long fingers to curl in the shorter woman's brown locks. "You're so gorgeous..." she whispered, moving her lips to trace Janet's jawline. The doctor craned her neck to the side, allowing Sam room to work. The blonde traced the doctor's jugular with the tip of her tongue, feeling the quick pulse of her heart before encountering the barrier of Janet's blouse. She continued downward over the crisp blue material, pausing to undo the small tie and toss it aside. She closed her lips around one ivory-colored button and worked her teeth around it. She pulled softly and the button came loose with the popping of torn thread.

She continued downward, untucking the blouse as she bit off each button in turn. Once the final button was gone, Janet shrugged out of the blouse and tossed it at the stairs. Her heart was pounding. She was now sorry she had spent so long teasing the blonde... it was payback time.

Searching hands moved from Janet's bare stomach to her clothed rear-end, cupping the cheeks of the smaller woman's ass through the material of her dress. Sam was down on one knee, her face mere inches from Janet's sex but separated by the damn skirt. Janet wished she had taken to time to fully disrobe before beginning this game, but it was too late now. Sam pressed her face forward, nuzzling Janet through the dress as her hands pulled the zipper down from behind. Janet was squirming, her hands pressed against the wall behind her to keep her balance. The rest of her body was gently thrusting forward towards Sam.

Moving her hands to the waistband of the doctor's dress, Sam began to pull the material down in an excrutiatingly slow manner. Sam's blue eyes were wide with anticipation as the first hairs of Janet's crotch appeared. Her mouth was watering, the memory of the night before still burning in her memory. The skirt fell away and Janet raised her leg to kick it away. When the skirt was gone, she rested her leg on Sam's shoulder rather than return it to the floor.

Wrapping her arm around the thigh, Sam pressed a kiss to the quivering flesh before burying her face in the brunette's crotch. Her tongue explored thoroughly, nibbling on the soft, warm skin of Janet's entire hip before returning to the brown patch that protected the doctor's sweet juices. Janet was panting heavily, rolling her head on the wall as Sam's tongue flirted along the outer folds of her sex. She was mentally begging the other woman to continue, needing this extraordinary torture to be done with.

As if hearing and obeying the mental commands, Sam pressed her lips to Janet's labia, tasting the juices that had already accumulated there and greedily searching for more. She moved her hand to pull the two halves of the doctor's sex apart, her tongue diving deeper and deeper until Janet thought she would explode. She'd never had a lover with such a flexible tongue... it seemed like a living entity, apart from Sam's body, that was exploring new terrain. All examination of the situation was shattered as she felt the blonde's manicured fingernail teasing her clitoris, a sharp but not unpleasant pain as the other woman pinched her there, playing with the sensitive bud.

Janet sobbed, crying once again. She felt embarrassed, her cheeks red, that she'd only had sex with Sam twice and both times had caused her to weep. She'd never had such a strong emotional reaction to a lover, not even her bastard husband... The brunette swallowed and felt a stirring in her loins, her knees becoming fluid. She ran her hands through the major's hair, pressing the golden head forward as she thrust downward against the searching tongue. Sam's face was then sheathed in a warm coat of cum, her lips shining as she was drenched in the juices of her lover.

When the onslaught finally ended, Sam placed a loving kiss on Janet's hips and then looked up with love in her eyes, helping Janet remove her leg until the brunette was standing.

Coming down off of her climax, Janet became aware of Sam's inactivity. She looked down, opening her eyes to see the most wonderful sight of her life. Sam was kneeling before her, face shining with the aftermath of her ministrations on her cheeks and chin. Her blue eyes were wide, shining with some ethereal light in the darkness of the hallway. She looked up at Janet with such love, such devotion. The doctor lowered herself to her knees, facing Sam before she leaned forward and began to cleanse the blonde's face. Her tongue moved across Sam's face with broad strokes, gathering and removing the traces from the blonde's beautiful visage.

Sam brushed Janet's long hair aside, watching the other woman's expression as she licked away her own juices. Finally, she reached the blonde's lips and they came together with explosive force. Sam fell back, landing on the floor with Janet on top of her. The doctor continued the oral assault, offering the taste of her cum to the wanton major. Sam swallowed as much as she could, savoring the tangy taste before Janet pushed herself up.

Janet's entire body was glistening; her arms and shoulders were covered with sweat, her breasts swinging as she perched over Sam's prone form. Her brown hair hung around her face like a curtain, blocking Sam's view of the doctor's beautiful brown eyes.

From her vantage point, Janet saw a completely different side of Sam Carter. The major's short blonde hair was plastered to her forehead, her cheeks and torso flushed with passion. Her breathing was ragged and her breasts rose and fell with each breath. Janet found a small mole that rested in the valley between Sam's breasts and lowered her head to softly kiss it. No one else on the base could possibly have known the mole ever existed; Janet smiled as she gazed at the small brown dot. It was hers.

The two women were silent for a long time, simply exploring each other with their eyes. Finally, Sam whispered, "I love you, Janet. So much."

Janet wanted to cry, cupping Sam's face and whispering, "I love you, too, Sam." She pressed her lips to Sam's and tasted the bittersweet flavor of the blonde's sweat. They lay on the floor for a long time, simply holding each other until their pulses returned to normal. Finally, Janet squeezed Sam's breast and whispered, "We should go upstairs."

"Yeah," Sam whispered, noncommital.

Janet rose to a kneeling position and brushed her long hair out of her face. "Upstairs, hon. C'mon." She extended her hand, taking Sam's hand and pulling them both up.

Sam leaned against the doctor, forcing her against the wall once more and assaulting her lips in a final kiss. "That was incredible, Janet. The best I've ever had."

Janet caressed the major's face. "You were incredible yourself... C'mon. Let's go get into bed." The thought of again sharing a bed with the beautiful major caused her heartrate to increase once more.

Sam followed Janet up the stairs, entranced by the swaying of the shorter woman's hips. When they reached the bedroom, Janet quickly moved across the room and turned on a small bedside lamp. Sam joined her by the bed, tilting her face up for another kiss. They held each other, caressing and exploring each other's bodies once more. With all of her other lovers, Sam had felt the need to sleep immediately after climax. But with Janet... she just wanted more. More kissing, more touching, more of everything. Janet pulled back, climbing under the blankets and motioning for Sam to join her.

They came together under the blankets, their bodies molding together as though they had been molded for each other. Janet finally broke the kiss and rested her forehead against Sam's. "You'll be here when I wake up?"

"When you wake up," Sam promised. "And when you go to sleep... I never want to leave your side again."

Janet kissed Sam's cheek, then repeated, "I love you."

Sam flattened her palm against Janet's cheek. "I adore you."

They pressed against each other, snuggling in the afterglow of their lovemaking. When Janet's breathing slowed to a gentle, steady rhythm, Sam reached back to switch off the lamp. In the process, her fingers bumped against something soft, something that felt extremely fragile and waxy against her fingers. Frowning, she half-turned and spotted what she had touched. The yellow rose from that morning, drooping slightly out of the top of the wine bottle. The petals were hanging slightly, but it still retained it's vibrant color.

Sam smiled, running her fingers over the flower. She plucked it from the bottle, tapping the stem on the lip of the bottle before bringing it over the bed. Once again settling against Janet, the blonde slipped the rose behind her lover's ear and placed a gentle kiss on the tip of the doctor's nose. "I'll always love you, Janet."

She cradled the petite woman to her breast, falling asleep with the lamp still on.

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