Remember When

Title: Remember When

Author: Geonn

Pairing: Sam/Janet

Category: PWP, First Time

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.

Summary: A scent brings fond memories...

There.

There it is.

I pause and pick up the shirt, running my fingers over the seams and bringing it to my face to inhale your perfume. I don't know why you left the shirt on the arm of the bedroom chair; it's not usually like you to be so sloppy. I'll joke and tease you about it when you get home from the base, we'll maybe have a fake fight about laundry. I like our fake fights... the ridiculous claims, the red-faced accusations that I'm cheating on you with Thor... but most of all, I love the aftermath. When we 'make up.' I remember how scared Cassandra was when she walked in on one of our fake fights. Poor kid almost burst into tears.

Back to the perfume. Back to the sweet, familiar aroma of you.

I remember the first night I caught a whiff of it. We had kissed. Oh, what a kiss. You had to raise onto your toes to kiss me, your hands on my face. First touching my bottom lip with both of yours and, when they had parted, slipping your tongue inside. Such a wonderful feeling... that flickering glance. I touched your hair and I whispered for you to take me inside. I remember nuzzling your face, your cheek, your forehead pressing against mine. You asked if I was sure and I kissed you again to assure you.

I sat on the edge of your bed, staring at my rumpled blouse in the mirror, wondering if I should be naked when you come out of the bathroom. In the end, I took off my shoes and socks and lay back on the mattress. While I waited, I remember curling my toes, crossing my feet at the ankles, lacing my fingers behind my head. I stood up and hastily emptied my pockets, dumping the contents on my already-discarded leather jacket and sitting on the edge of the bed again.

You came out of the bathroom in a robe, a big, thick, fluffy terrycloth number that hid almost your entire body. I scooted back until I felt the headboard against my shoulders, watching as you crossed the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. "You don't have to," you whispered, unable to meet my eyes.

"Janet." You looked up. "Come here."

You stood up. And I'll never as long as I live forget what happened next. You turned to face the bed. And, in order to climb up onto the mattress, you pulled the bottom halves of your robe away from your legs. Your bare legs. You bent your left knee and slid it onto the mattress, bringing the other up and closing the robe around you as you walked to me on your knees. As if you were begging. As if you were the one who wanted this with all your heart...

I felt your breath on my cheeks. Pluming, smoking, clouding my face. That was the first time I smelled your perfume, Janet. Not the storebought chemicals, not the spray that you apply behind your ears before you go out. This is unpurchasable. Not for sale anywhere. It's Janet. It's you. It's unmistakable.

I felt your lips close on mine and I knew that there was no way you could want this as much as I did. It wasn't humanly possible. I touched you through the robe, heard your answering moan. My hands were trembling as I undid your belt, pulling the heavy material from your body. You were naked underneath and I felt a jolt upon seeing you for the first time. I remember, vaguely, kissing your shoulder. Sliding my lips up the slender colum of your throat. The way your neck bent to one side, the way you said, "Oh," right in my ear.

"Oh." So simple.

Your legs were on either side of me, bent, you were kneeling on my lap as I tugged the robe free and explored your body. You brought your knees in, holding yourself in place as you lowered yourself back, giving me room to move.

Do you remember how long I spent on your chest? Kissing, licking, nibbling, exploring, it must've been hours. I tasted your sweat on your nipples, I pressed my face between your breasts, I felt your wetness on my stomach. I kissed your throat, felt your pulse, felt your fingers curling in the short hairs at the back of my neck, holding me tight, your fingernails digging against my spine. I licked your skin, your sweat beading on my tongue, your moans making me wet. I raised myself up and laid you on the mattress, the robe underneath you. You laid beneath me, breasts heaving with your breathing, sweat pouring down your face, your legs still spread and your knees still bent.

I ripped my blouse getting it off. We kissed as you opened my jeans and I lifted my hips. You found a way, some way, to work your fingers into my panties and I cried out as you touched me. I felt your fingers as you said my name against my ear.

"Samantha." Stroke. "Samantha." Insert. "Samantha." Whimper.

I was on top, you were the puppeteer. I pushed my jeans down, finding your lips and silencing you before you made me come with your words instead of with your fingers. "Is that good?" you ask against my mouth. Not ego, I know. You just wanted to know how I felt; how your fingers were doing. You wanted nothing more than to make me feel good.

I shifted my hips and yours fingers brushed my clit. "Ahhh... ahh, Janet, that feels so good. I love this."

"I love you," you replied.

I kissed you then. So hard. We broke down into four elements: tongues, sweat, fingers and come. My entire world was comprised of your eyes as I touched your clit. I memorized the gloss on your bottom lip as I lowered my head to your lap. A small patch of brown hair, unshaven, wild and untamed, I could tell you had tried to make it presentable when you were in the bathroom. I licked the flesh of your thighs and lower abdomen, pressed my face into your pubic patch, heard you moan above me. "I want you to kiss me," you whispered.

"Where?" I asked, wanting to hear the words.

"Kiss my pussy," you said, barely audible.

As my lips touched your thigh, I heard my name on your tongue and I moaned. Your thighs trembled against my kiss and I turned my head and found my prize. My delicious, sweet, Janet, you were so ready for me. Fingers went to work. Lips pressed. My tongue spread you and my fingers explored eagerly.

I rose up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on my lips. You pushed me back against the headboard and straddled me again, this time letting my right leg rest on top of your left. You slid forward with a moan and a gasp, your eyelids half-mast, your teeth biting your bottom lip hard. I touched your face, you sucked the tip of my thumb into your mouth and we touched. You rocked, I pressed back. Our hips moved in synch, our bodies moving to a silent tempo, slick lips meeting in a secret kiss blocked by four scissored legs.

I remember saying things to you, while we thrust against each other. I remember you saying things back. Do you remember them? All that comes to mind are pieces... "Samantha..." and "I love you, Janet."

Wrapped in a sheet, we kissed after we finished. You stroked me everywhere, marking my flesh with your fingerprints. Marking me as yours. I did the same, kissing you where I hadn't yet, finding new places to mark with my lipstick. And we slept.

I'm brought back to the present by the sound of your car outside. I wait a moment, until the door opens, and I drop the shirt, moving slowly down the stairs to meet you in the hall. You're standing at the mail table, sorting out envelopes according to their addressee. I wrap my arms around your waist and you say, "Oh!" and giggle. Your hair is down and I press my face into it, smothering myself in it, clasping my hands at your stomach and pulling you against me. "Hi," you say, turning your head.

My nose is against your cheek. "Hello."

We kiss. Slanting our lips together, I press my tongue to your mouth and you moan as you allow it entrance. You turn in my arms without breaking the kiss, resting your arms on my shoulders. When we break, I say, "Make love to me."

"Yes," you reply.

I slip my arms under your legs, lifting you off the floor and carrying you upstairs.

Behind our bedroom door, I immerse myself in the scent of you.