The Art of Undressing

Author: Geonn

Email: neil_j_miser@yahoo.com

Rating: NC17

Pairings: Sam/Janet

Category: PWP

Disclaimer: These folks don't belong to me. I stole them from MGM's toybox without asking their mommies for permission. I promise to return them more or less unscathed.

Archive: Yes, just let me know where it'll be.

Summary: Simple enough... Janet gets nekked.

Forgot: To thank John O'Connor for the beta and the new, improved title :-D

Special Thanks to Hl for the banner.


With Cassandra tucked safely in bed more than an hour ago, and Janet still on duty, the Fraiser household was blissfully quiet. An empty pizza box sat on the living room table, the top flipped open and the smell of garlic hanging heavily in the air. A few uneaten breadsticks remained in their paper pouch, waiting to be devoured as a breakfast snack. The only sound in the house was the steady drumming of water against the shower wall in the bathroom, a sound which quickly stopped as Samantha Carter finished washing off the muck from her day.

Sam toweled herself off, grabbing her favorite sleepshirt out of the hamper and slipping it on. The shirt had a large picture of Bubbles from the Powerpuff Girls on the chest. When Janet had first seen the shirt in the store, she had immediately thought of Sam; the big blue eyes, the short blonde hair... The doctor was certain someone had based the young superhero on the Air Force Major. The shirt was long enough that she didn't have to bother with panties or boxers, so she climbed into the bed and wrapped the thick blankets around her legs. As she settled against the mattress, she felt something long and hard pressing against her buttocks. She raised up, fishing the remote control out and using it to turn on the TV.

The clock told her that it was only a few minutes past eleven. Janet was on duty until midnight, which meant she had some time to kill. She flipped around several stations showing infomercials, thought about watching a rerun of 'Spin City' and finally settled on Letterman. Dave's guest was one of the current big-time movie stars plugging his latest blockbuster opus. After about five minutes, she tuned him out and rearranged the pillows, looking up at the ceiling as she waited for her lover to join her. What with practically back-to-back missions, conflicting schedules, the fear of discovery and basic problems with timing, it had been almost three weeks since she and Janet had slept together. Not to mention sex... they hadn't 'been together' in more than a month.

Sam finally lost the battle of exhaustion a few minutes after midnight. Letterman had ended, replaced with another in the endless stream of infomercials. She was just beginning to fall into a deep, dream-filled sleep when she heard a car in the driveway. The engine purred for a few minutes (the smooth running a by-product of Sam's fiddling), then cut off. The keys worked the front door lock, and Janet deftly entered the house, turning off the alarm system in no time flat.

She was getting out of bed, prepared to join her lover for a midnight snack, but something held her back. She wanted to ambush the brunette... not give her the chance to complain of exhaustion. Tonight, they would have each other again... no excuses allowed. Sam pulled the blankets up, curling onto her side and feigning sleep.

A few quiet minutes passed. Janet was probably rooting around in the kitchen, searching for a snack to tide her over until morning. Sam stayed where she was, pressing her face into the pillow. She felt a little like a little kid playing hooky from school, terrified when her parents came home without warning. Finally, she heard the soft creak of the bedroom door being opened, quickly followed by the gentle 'thump' of it closing once more. Sam dared to crack open one eye, watching as Janet crossed the floor. She was shrugging out of her uniform jacket, careful not to disturb the nametag clipped to the lapel.

Sam noticed, with a bit of disappointment, that the doctor was wearing her uniform pants instead of the preferable skirt. Sam had always enjoyed the thigh-length dress on the other woman; sometimes she would spend hours waiting for her physical, just to have an excuse to see Janet's legs. God, that woman had wonderful legs...

Janet casually glanced at the woman sleeping in her bed, careful not to disturb her sleep. She undid her tie, pulling the top button of her blouse open and releasing a quiet sigh of relief. It was no secret that Janet sometimes hated the crisp uniform. Sam, however, was the only one who knew that the doctor sometimes stripped it off after duty and lounged around in nothing but a robe. She was convinced that, if they lived in a more rural area (or if it was just the two of them), the robe would be left in the closet. Janet moved to the bathroom sink, methodically undoing the buttons of her blouse as she ran some water. She abandoned her shirt for a moment, then cupped her hands under the stream and splashed her face with it. She then used a pad of toilet paper to clean her face of make-up.

She examined herself in the mirror, running her pinky finger over one eyebrow, then dropped the stained toilet paper into the trash basin. She left the bathroom, not bothering to turn off the light, and walked to the TV. She turned the set off, replacing the flickering light with the ambient glow from the bathroom.

From her vantage point on the bed, Sam could see everything in the room. Janet rubbed the back of her neck, undoing the final buttons on her blouse with her free hand as she made her way to the CD player. She left the shirt hanging open as she searched for her favorite disk, inserting it into the stereo and pressing play. Soft music filled the room at a low volume, so as not to disturb Sam's 'sleep.' Sam made a mental note to thank Janet for her consideration. Janet swayed to the music momentarily, turning so Sam could see the white tank top worn below the doctor's blouse. Her dogtags hung mid-chest, safely nestled between the mounds of her breasts. She walked back to the closet, shrugging out of the blouse.

The light from the bathroom silhouetted Janet's curves as she stood in front of the closet, finding the appropriate hanger and plastic dry cleaner's bag. She carefully hung the crisp, blue shirt, most likely making a mental note to get all of her (and Sam's) uniforms cleaned soon. Sam looked at her lover's bare shoulders, framed by the white straps of the tank top, and started to rethink this whole 'pretend-to-be-asleep-to-surprise-Janet-when-she-gets-into-bed' routine. The brunette began to hum softly along with the radio as she undid her hair, letting the curled locks fall into place on her shoulders.

Sam adjusted herself in the bed, trying to make it look as if she were simply shifting in her sleep. She peeked at Janet, seeing that the other woman just barely noted the movement. From her new vantage, Sam could see Janet's reflection in the bathroom mirror, giving her a double-sided view of the other woman.

Janet undid her belt, letting the two ends hang loose as she untucked her tank top and pulled it off. Sam was delighted to see that the brunette was wearing a silk brassiere below the undergarment. The subtle shade of the silk contrasted against Janet's tanned skin, forcing Sam to involuntarily lick her lips. The tank top out of the way, Janet pulled the button on her slacks and let them slide down her legs. She stepped out of them, using her left foot to kick them in the direction of the hamper. She hooked her thumbs in her panties, adjusting them so they were more comfortable, then walked back into the bathroom. When her back was turned to Sam, the blonde could see the cheeks of the doctor's ass were nicely framed by the strip of pink silk down the center.

After a few seconds, the shower began again and Janet reappeared in the doorway, her bra now in her hands. She tossed the lacy material towards the hamper, her breasts swinging with the movement. Sam forced herself to hold back a moan when she saw the shorter woman's pink nipples, standing erect due to the temperature of the room. Janet turned, slipping her panties off as she returned to the bathroom and the shower.

Sam's heart was pounding. Her original plan had been to wait until Janet got into bed, then jump the unsuspecting doctor and make sweet love to her until they collapsed from exhaustion. Now, it was taking all of her willpower to hold herself back. The shower didn't last long; Janet had somehow mastered the art of taking the world's shortest showers. Sam had considered calling Guinness, but doubted it was something they cared about.

Janet paused at the bathroom sink, pulling a hairbrush from the drawer and running it through her hair. Her back was to Sam, giving the blonde a perfect view of the other woman's posterior. She hadn't towelled off yet, her skin glistening with the remnants of her all-too-short shower. She managed to get her hair into a semblance of order, then found her toothbrush and applied some Mentadent. She brushed quickly, spitting the paste into the sink and taking a sip of water to get the sharp taste out of her mouth. Sam smiled and thought, 'My God, she can even make *spitting* look sexy!' Janet turned, her hair wet against her skull as she headed back into the bedroom.

The doctor paused in the bathroom doorway for a moment, her golden-brown skin still glistening, her hair plastered to her skull. She picked up a towel and ran it over her body, getting rid of any excess water from her shower. As she dried herself, backlit by the bathroom light, she resembled nothing more than a goddess descended from the highest heaven. Sam's heart pounded against her ribcage as Janet went back to the closet, leaning against the doorframe and leaning down to pick something up. Her well-rounded ass was again presented in all it's glory to the voyeur on the bed, although this time the glimpse was a fleeting one.

The doctor straightened, unraveling a discarded t-shirt and finding the front. She slipped the shirt over her head, tugging at the hem so that it covered most of her torso. The shirt was just barely long enough to reach the brunette's thighs, although it would probably only reach midriff on Sam. When she turned, the Major had to contain a laugh when she saw that Janet had chosen the t-shirt with Blossom of the Powerpuff Girls on it.

Finally, Janet started her final rounds of the night. She went first to the bathroom, turning off the light and throwing the room into total darkness. Then, she walked to the CD player and turned it off, leaving the sound of the air conditioner the only thing to disturb the silence of the night. After a few seconds, Sam felt the blankets shift and a petite form join her in bed. Janet adjusted herself on the mattress, curling onto her side and cradling the pillow against her bosom. Sam made her move, rolling over and pressing herself against the other woman's back. "Hey, beautiful," she whispered, kissing the brunette's earlobe.

"I'm sorry," Janet murmured, her hand finding one of Sam's and stroking it from wrist to knuckle. "Did I wake you?"

Sam inhaled deeply. She savored the scent of Janet's shampoo, the flavor of the petite doctor's skin, the rhythm of her lover's breathing... She shook her head and said, "No, hon... I was awake. I watched you get ready for bed."

"I felt like someone was watching me."

"Hope you don't mind," Sam said, sliding her hand from Janet's knee and over the smooth skin of her thigh. "You are so beautiful, Janet Fraiser." Her hand found the edge of Janet's shirt and slowly peeled the material away from the doctor's tanned skin. "Please say you'll make love to me."

Janet rolled over, her body easing into a comfortable niche beneath Sam's. The blonde straddled her lover's right leg, pressing her thigh against the warm center hidden beneath Janet's nightshirt. The blonde maintained a steady pressure against the doctor, rising up so they were looking into each other's eyes. The ambient light of the outside world filtered in through the sheer curtains, causing the darkness to slowly fade. As her eyes became accustomed to the darkness, Sam could discern the bright wetness of Janet's eyes and lips, the quick glint of light across the doctor's teeth when she smiled. "Well," Janet said, her hand sliding over Sam's shirt. "Since you said please..." She pulled the Major down, finding and devouring her lips in a passionate kiss.

The warm, wet cavern of Janet's mouth tasted slightly of garlic beneath the sharp bite of the toothpaste; her midnight snack had apparently consisted of the leftover breadsticks. Sam brushed her tongue over her lover's palette, reminding herself of the meal she had enjoyed earlier. When they separated, Janet moaned low in her throat. Whether the moan was from want or distress at the lack of contact, Sam didn't know. Sam sat up, gripping the hem of her t-shirt and pulling it over her head.

Janet's fingertips traced circles around the light-tanned circles of Samantha Carter's aureola, blazing a trail over the smooth expanse between Sam's breasts and collar, lifting up to kiss the faint smattering of freckles she knew to exist there. Her hands continued upward, searching out her lover's face as her tongue explored the taller woman's torso. Sam caught the fingers of Janet's left hand in her mouth, suckling them as the brunette's tongue found and latched onto one of her nipples. The two women suckled their respective prizes, tongues sweeping and caressing captured flesh.

When the two women broke apart, Janet reclined against the pillows and gazed up at her lover's nude body, the alabaster skin seeming to glow in the soft light. The brunette freed her hand and used the moist fingertips to trace Sam's smile. "You're beautiful," Janet whispered.

"Shut up," Sam ordered the supine woman, "and kiss me."

Eager to fulfill the Major's order, Janet sat up and kissed her way from the blonde's shoulder to the column of her throat. Sam moaned, rolling her head to one side to allow the doctor room to move. Her hand weaved through the other woman's brunette hair, holding Janet's face close. Finally, their lips were connected and they fell into the kiss, both of them collapsing against the mattress. Janet rolled, pinning Sam on the bottom and gently rocking herself on the taller woman's thigh. Sam swallowed, bending her knee slightly so they would be more intimately connected. Janet bit her bottom lip as she swayed on the blonde's captive leg.

Sam gripped the smaller woman's hips, holding her tight as the brunette neared orgasm. Janet's convulsions soon increased, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. Sam raised off the mattress, keeping her thigh pressed tightly against Janet's core, gritting her teeth. She lurched forward, capturing one erect nipple in her mouth and suckling on it like a hungry infant. Despite herself, Janet threw her head back and began moaning loudly. They had always maintained they should be as quiet as possible in bed, for fear of Cassandra hearing them, but it was impossible tonight. Sam released the doctor's breast, sliding one hand up to support Janet's head as the other sought out the brunette's clitoris.

When each hand had found it's destination, Sam lifted Janet's head and looked the doctor in the eyes. "Cum for me, Janet."

Janet moaned loudly, her eyes drifting closed and her hips bucking against Sam's leg. Her hand firmly attached to the hard nub of the brunette's clit, Sam felt the warm rush of juices on her thigh and fingers at once. Both women gasped loudly and fell back to the bed, their bodies trembling in the aftermath. Janet looked at the ceiling with glazed eyes, her bare breasts rising and falling as her lungs rediscovered oxygen. "God, Sam..."

Sam smiled, rolling onto her side and cuddling against her lover. "I love you, Janet."

Janet returned the endearment, her hand finding Sam's and entwining their fingers. They lay like that for several minutes before exhaustion overtook them, sending them into a blissful slumber in each other's arms, amid a tangle of sheets and blankets.

End


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