Open Your Eyes

Title: Open Your Eyes

Author: Geonn

Pairing: Sam/Janet

Category: PWP

Rating: NC17

Disclaimer: Stargate and characters are the property of MGM, Gekko, etc. Mainly you need to know no one with the name of Geonn owns the deed to these people.

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

Note: For purple_shoes

Spoilers: "Maturnal Instinct," "Absolute Power," "Ascension"

Summary: "Open your mind to the possibility of an existence not governed by the rules of science which you hold so dear..." -- Orlin

I sat up in bed for a long time, hugging my knees and staring at the red 'stand-by' light on the stereo across the room. From the corner of my eye, I could see my bedside clock clicking away the minutes to dawn. I couldn't sleep. Dreams were rushing at me from all quadrants now; filling every available inch of my mind. Orlin had shown me something wonderful. Something beautiful. I threw aside the blankets and stood, finding my shoes and putting them on without socks. I pulled on my leather jacket over my tank top and, wishing I had waited to put my shoes on last, tugged a pair of jeans on.

My car keys were waiting on the table in the foyer and I grabbed them, halfway down the front walk before I stopped and thought about what I was doing. I took a deep breath, standing on my lawn in the middle of the night, staring at my car parked at the curb. I turned to the right and saw dozens of lights burning brilliantly in the city. I bit my bottom lip and inhaled the crisp air, letting it out slowly as I started back towards the curb.

Could it wait until tomorrow? Of course. But it shouldn't have to wait. Not what I had to say.

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As I walked up to the front porch, I was surprised to see the porch light on. I was even more surprised to find Janet sitting on the porch swing, hugging her knees to her chest. She was wrapped in a heavy blanket, her head on her knees and her bare feet poking out of the bottom of the blanket. I paused on the top step and said, "Janet?"

She blinked her eyes open and straightened slightly, pulling her knees closer to her chest and curling her toes. "Hey."

"Is Cassandra out on a date?"

"No, I'm not waiting up," she said, rubbing her eyes with the heel of her hand.

I frowned. "Well... well, why are you out here?"

She looked at me. "Waiting for you." I blinked and she shrugged. "Well, I mean... I must be. Why else would I be freezing my ass off when I have a nice, warm bed waiting for me upstairs?"

"Do you want to go inside?"

"Yes, please," she said. She jumped up and I opened the door for her. She shuffled in, shuddering and moving to the microwave. "I made some hot chocolate. More than enough for two."

"Sure, yeah," I said, still confused. "Janet, why were you out there? And why do you have hot chocolate for two?"

She poured two mugs, plopping in mini-marshmallows from a bag on the counter. "You know, it's the weirdest thing. I was fast asleep and all of a sudden I felt like I had to go outside. Like something was out there for me. So I went down, sat on the swing and... I guess I dozed off. Marshmallows?"

"Yes, please."

She added my marshallows and handed me the mug.

"I think I know why you were outside."

"Ooh, the plot thickens. You didn't telepathically tell me you were coming, did you?"

"No," I smiled. "I think it might've been Orlin."

She frowned. "Orlin? The, uh... glowy guy?"

"Ascended, right." I walked to the dining room table and sat down. Janet took the seat across from me. "I didn't tell anyone this part of the whole debacle, but Orlin was... in love with me. It was the reason he followed me back from the planet where he'd been exiled. After a while," I looked down at the mug, watching the marshmallows begin to dissolve. "After a while, I started to let him show me affection."

"Oh," Janet said, raising her eyebrows.

"Not like that," I said. "We didn't have sex or anything like that. It just felt nice to have someone be like that around me. Puppy-dog eyes and fawning over me and... saying nice things." I smiled. "He told me I was beautiful."

Janet looked down into her mug.

"Janet?" She looked up at me. I stood, walking around the table and kneeling next to her chair. "He showed me something. It's the main reason I let him stay as long as I did. Oma Desala and the Harcesis did the... glowy thing..."

"I remember the Harcesis," Janet said.

I nodded. "Well, Orlin did the same thing. He... enveloped me in light. It didn't hurt me or transform me or anything like that. But he did show me how to do it."

Janet turned and looked at me. "You ascended?"

"No. I think... I could if I wanted to. When I closed my eyes, all I could see was blinding light. It was like I was looking into a spotlight with my eyes wide open. And then it was soft and beautiful and welcoming and it felt like I spent years there with Orlin. I don't remember speaking to him or being there with him. I just know he was there. And it felt like a lifetime when it was really less than a minute. And I saw, Janet. I saw so much in that minute that I couldn't begin to explain it to you." I touched her hand. "I could show you, though."

Janet slid her hand from mine. "Sam, are you sure you're okay?"

I took her hand. "Janet, I can do this once. With Orlin's help. All I know when I came back was that I wanted to share it with you and you alone."

"Why me?"

"Because when I met you Janet, you filled everything in me. My heart, my mind, my soul. Having known you these five years, letting you be such a presence in my life and be such a great friend, I don't know how I lived without you." I rose up, cupping her face and holding her gaze. "After what I experienced with Orlin, colors were brighter and things made so much more sense than they ever had before. And I knew that I was missing a golden opportunity with you. I love you, Janet. I'm not scared anymore. Not of love, not of anything stupid like rules. Let me share this with you."

She was about to cry, still holding onto her hot chocolate as she stared into my eyes. I leaned in and kissed her, a brush of our lips, and sharing of one breath. Light swarmed and I felt goosebumps raise on my flesh. I felt warm all over, I felt weightless. I felt... my lips on Janet's. I felt hers on mine. Light expanded. Light exploded.

Janet was naked in front of me. I didn't gasp; for some reason it was the most right thing in the world. We were... I tried to look, but everything I tried to look at swam instantly out of focus. Everything except for Janet. The world waved vaguely around her, framing her body and making her that much sharper. Her hair was down, windblown by an unseen wind. I walked to her and put my hand on her chest, just above one pink nipple. I closed my eyes as the sound of her heart pounded in my ears.

"I can hear your heart," I whispered. My voice didn't come from my lips; in simplest terms it... formed just inside Janet's ear. The words manifested, for lack of a better word. It sounded bizarre to me, like dialing a radio to a spot exactly between two radio stations. Fuzzy. Filled with interference. I slid my hand down, cupping Janet's breast against my palm and feeling the nipple harden. "This is what I want," I said. "Here. This. Forever."

Janet leaned in, resting her head on my shoulder. "God. God, what is this? Where is this?"

"I don't know," I answered honestly.

She wrapped her arms around me and I felt her hands inside of my skin. She was holding me so tight, we were melting together. "I don't ever want this to end. I don't ever want this to end." I kissed the top of her head and angled her face up to mine. Our lips met naturally, hungrily, passionately and Janet moaned into my mouth.

I opened my eyes and we were back in her kitchen. She was still wearing her pajamas and I was still in the clothes I'd thrown on to drive over. The air conditioner roared in our ears. Traffic outside seemed loud enough to shake windows in their frames. We almost immediately acclimated to the world again, like eyes adjusting to a well-lit room after walking around outside without sunglasses. Janet looked at me, bringing her hand to her lips and gently touching them as if to see if my lips had left an imprint. "Holy..."

I smiled and pressed my forehead to hers.

"What was that?"

"Something very few people get to see in this life."

Janet swallowed sharply, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I don't know. I..." She turned away. "Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"The kiss..."

"Yeah."

She looked at me. "Would it... be anything like that in real life?"

"I don't know."

She cupped my cheek, stroking her thumb lovingly against my cheek. "You were naked."

"You were too," I smiled.

She blushed and lowered her chin, letting it touch her chest in an embarrassed pose. Without waiting for permission, I leaned in and kissed Janet. I parted her lips with my tongue, turning my head to one side and reaching up to touch her wrist. She moved her hand to my neck, to my shoulders, holding me still as we kissed. I knelt in front of her, between her spread legs, kissing her. I moved my hand down, resting my fingers on the tops of her thighs. She moaned and turned her head, getting another angle to attack my invading tongue.

I moved my hands up, bringing them together at the crux of her legs, cupping them together and feeling... ooh, and feeling the warmth waiting under her pajama pants. She broke the kiss and said, "Sam, stop."

I immediately pulled back, kicking myself, knowing I would cry myself to sleep if she told me to leave. I looked up at her and she stroked my hair, resting her hand on top of my head. Like a queen blessing her child. I wondered if she knew how much I truly did worship her. She softly said, "I'd prefer Cassandra not stumble upon us having sex in the middle of the kitchen."

My heart skipped a few beats and I said, "Bedroom?"

"Yes, Sam."

I stood and took her head. She led me upstairs, carefully tiptoeing past Cassandra's bedroom. Once in the privacy of the master bedroom, Janet turned on one bedside lamp and turned to face me. "Take off your clothes."

"Okay," I said, nervously unfastening my jacket and using my toes to take off my shoes. I watched Janet sit on the edge of the bed, watching me bare myself to her. When I got to my tank top and boxer shorts, she motioned me over.

I stood in front of her as she ran her hands along the waistband of my boxers, flattening her palm over the front and cupping my mound. I bit my lip to keep from moaning out loud. She lifted my tank top and softly planted several wet kisses over my abdomen, nipping and swirling her tongue into my belly button. I whimpered and put my hand on top of her head, stroking her like a pet. "I love you, Janet," I said without thinking.

She kissed the rest of my chest through the tank top, her tongue wetting the fabric over my nipples and burying her face between my breasts. I pushed her away and shed the barring garment, hurling it across the room. Janet eagerly suckled my breasts, running her tongue over them, sucking the nipples like a nursing child, wrapping her legs around me as if to hold me in place. Like I was ever going to run away from this.

I messed up Janet's hair with my fingers, just to see what it looked like messy. It made my knees weak to see her looking up at me through the misplaced strands. I found her lips in another kiss and we fell onto the mattress, me laying on top of her, both of us struggling for the superior position. Something ripped and I rose, watching as Janet shoved her pajama pants down her thighs. She had opened the pants, the tearing sound being her underwear. She had torn her panties, tossing them towards the foot of the bed. I couldn't resist and found my hand between her legs.

Janet was warm, wet, tight and inviting to the two fingers I pressed into her. She cried out, biting her lip and then arching her back against me. I could see her nipples against her pajama shirt and I kissed one of them. Janet cried, "Sam," and then humped against my hand. "Stop, move your... God, Sam, move your hand..." I looked at her, wondering why she'd ask that, then felt the reason. Janet came, her entire body trembling as she began to cry. "No, Sam..."

I held her with one arm around her shoulders, the other hand staying between her legs until her orgasm ended. I kissed her cheek, her nose, her lips and her closed eyes, tasting her salty tears. "Janet," I said softly. "Hey, Janet, sweetheart..."

"I didn't..." she whispered, voice breaking and breaking my heart. "I didn't want to come so early," she cried.

We shared kisses, I nuzzled her face, I whispered to her that it was all right. I held onto her, squeezed her to me. "Round two will be better," I assured her. "Besides... tonight can't be over. I haven't come yet."

Janet looked up at me, smiling through her tears. "Ohh, you're right." She kissed my cheek. "Why, do you wanna come, Sam? You want me to make you come?"

"Yes," I said, trembling to hear her say these words.

She rolled us both so that she was on top. She ran her hands over my bare breasts and kissed her way down my body. "Do you want me to put my mouth on you? Do you want my tongue inside of you?"

"Yes," I said, half-begging already.

Kneeling between my legs, she spread them apart and rested them on her shoulders. She licked her lips and ran her fingertip up and down my slit. I almost cried out, bringing a hand to my lips to silence myself. I smelled Janet on the fingers and instantly sucked them into my mouth. As I sucked her from my hand, Janet's tongue snaked it's way into my folds, the moan she issued vibrating up and through every nerve ending I had. She pulled back and, lips against my pussy, said "I love you" out loud. The vibrations nearly sent me through the opposite wall; I had to wrap my fists in the blankets to keep from yelling for her to stop teasing.

Teeth came into play in a toe-curling way.

Janet's tongue proved far more nimble than I would ever have given her credit.

When we kissed for the final time that night, I looked into her eyes and ran my tongue over her come-wet lips. I sucked the tongue that had just been inside of me during my orgasm. I touched her breasts, I let her straddle me and I coaxed a second orgasm from her before she climbed off. "Do you want a night shirt?" she asked, laying her head on my shoulder. "That... I mean, if you're staying the night."

I glanced at the clock and said, "Well, it'd be kinda silly to go home now..."

She made lazily circles across my upper chest with her fingernails, playing with one of my nipples until it stood erect. "Stop that," I said, making no move to enforce it.

She kissed the curve of my breast and said, "You said you loved me."

"I do," I said without hesitation.

She snickered. "You said 'I do.' That means we're married."

I laughed and brushed her cheek with my nose. "You move quick, don't you?"

"When I see something I desire." She kissed me. Janet Fraiser kissed me, naked in her bed, the taste of my come still lingering in my mouth. I moaned and held her tight.

She laid back when we broke the kiss and said, "Where do we go from here?"

"The shower."

She laughed. "I mean... where? In life. In work."

"It's easy," I assured her. "From here on in, I love you and you love me. That's the foundation. Everything else can grow from that."

She nodded. "Sounds like a plan."

"Good," I said. "Because I wasn't kidding about the shower."

"Race ya," she said.

I let her win. She got to gloat about beating me, but I got to watch her bare ass as she ran to the bathroom. You tell me who the real winner was.