The Ribbons

Author: Geonn

Rating: NC17

Pairings: Sam/Janet

Category: Romance, PWP

Warnings: Light, consensual (very consensual) bondage

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.

Spoilers: None

Summary: Learning all about the ties that bind.

The tie hung loosely around Janet's neck, long and thin and red. It was knotted loosely, hanging around her shoulders like a shawl rather than a real tie. The collar of her black silk blouse overlapped the tie and she examined the way it draped her body in the mirror. Her dress was ankle-length, stopping just high enough to reveal the dangerous stilettos she wore. A diamond anklet wrapped around one elegant thigh, glittering whenever the light managed to catch it. Twin slits ran up either side of the dress, stopping mid-thigh, parted enough to reveal the fishnet stockings the brunette wore.

Her hair was piled on top of her head, several strands draping her face and dancing over her cheekbones. She had foregone most of her make-up, making due with just a touch of crimson on her lips and a bit of eyeshadow. She straightened the buttons of her blouse and tucked it into her skirt, adjusting the way the champagne bottle rested in it's ice bucket, and ran her fingertip over the rim of both champagne flutes.

The open neck of her blouse was blocked by a red scarf, tucked in like a cravat. She had plans for it and the tie later...

She checked her watch, lightly running her fingernails down the heel of her hand. She shuddered and gently draped a scarf over the lamp, casting a pale red-gold glow over the room. Time seemed to inch by. Sam would be home soon, she assured herself.

Then the games would begin.

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Sam had let her desire betray her upon walking in and seeing Janet's ensemble. She set her things down and walked to the bed, pulling off her shoes and trying not to stare at her decidedly lusty lover. Janet ordered the other woman to strip down and Sam complied, letting Janet take the initiative for once. She stripped to her panties and bra, climbing onto the mattress and laying down. Janet stood to one side, eyeing the blonde's nude body, watching her nipples peak beneath her bra. Janet smiled and whispered, "Hello, Sam."

"Hi," Sam managed.

"Did you have a good day at work?"

Sam's brow furrowed. "I... yes?"

Janet grinned. "Good. I'm glad." She worked a finger into the knot of her tie and said, "Do you think I look good?"

"You're gorgeous," Sam said.

Janet tugged the tie and it came loose. She undid the knot, straightening the material between her hands and kneeling on the bed. "I'm going to tie you up," she said. "Tie your hands to the bedpost. Is that okay?"

Sam looked up at the bed post, eyes wide. She licked her lips and then nodded. "Yeah, I'd like that."

Janet grinned. She took Sam's hands in her own and guided them to the post at the head of the bed. She looped the tie around in a move she'd practiced several times before; she didn't want to be caught off-guard with a tie that was too short. She rested one of Sam's wrists against the wooden post, wrapped the silk around it, then laid the other wrist on top. She wound the tie around once more and sloppily knotted it. With two good pulls, Sam would be able to free herself, an important aspect of the game in Janet's eyes. Once she had finished, she leaned back and said, "Would you like some champagne?"

"Yes," Sam said.

Janet got off the bed and walked across the room, popping the cork of the champagne and pouring two glasses. She glanced over her shoulder and saw Sam, spread out, nearly naked on the bed, breathing heavily. Her legs were together and she kept rubbing her thighs against one another. Janet smiled, picking up one glass and carrying it to the bed. She knelt on the mattress again, this time flinging a leg over Sam and straddling the blonde's bare left leg. Her skirt draped from Sam's hip to her lower calf and the brunette's bare center came to rest on Sam's knee. "How does that feel?" Janet asked.

"Fuck," Sam said roughly. Janet didn't know if it was a demand or simply a declaration. She rubbed against the bony joint once, then took a drink of her champagne. Sam whimpered.

Janet swallowed her mouthful and held the flute out. "Open," Janet said softly. Sam parted her lips and Janet said, "Wider." Sam's mouth opened and her tongue protruded, searching. Janet lowered the glass a bit, then tilted it briefly. A small drizzle of golden wine splashed onto Sam's tongue and lips. She circled her lips with her tongue, craning her neck for another taste. "Mm-mm," Janet admonished. "This is my champagne."

She proceeded to drink the rest of the glass. She drank it from splatters on Sam's nipples. She drank it from puddles formed on the blonde's stomach (which Sam obligingly sucked in to make it an acceptable dish). She poured a bit onto Sam's panties, wetting the material and sucking it into her mouth. She nipped at the undergarments, swirled them with her tongue, tasting an intoxicating mixture of tastes. She abandoned Sam's panties and moved lower.

She knelt cross-legged at Sam's feet, lifting one foot and resting it on her lap. She poured the champagne over Sam's toes, wetting her dress as well, and lifted the elegant foot to her lips. The big toe was sucked into her mouth and she closed her eyes in ecstacy. Sam moaned and Janet engulfed the next smallest toe. She massaged the sole with one hand as she proceeded to suck all five of the little piggies into her mouth, her lips stretched wide, her eyes open and peering up at Sam.

With a coy flick of her tongue, Janet let Sam's foot drop. The champagne flute was put aside, almost tipping off the nightstand as Janet returned to the top half of Sam's body. She hovered over the captive woman, peering into her eyes. "I love you," Janet said.

"I love you," Sam repeated.

Janet grinned and sat up, carefully unbuttoning her blouse. "I put this all together for you, you know. I've had it planned for weeks. We've made love since I came up with the plan and I got wet just thinking about what I was going to do to you tonight." Black silk parted, the cravat hanging loose on her slender shoulders. She was wearing a red bra that didn't contain her breasts so much as it did caress them. The cotton hugged the pliant flesh of Janet's curves, the twin bumps of her nipples evident among the lace.

Vast areas of flesh were visible through the thin lace, allowing teasing glimpses of what lay below. Janet shrugged the blouse off her shoulders, the sleeves sliding down her arms and half-covering her hands. Janet gripped the cuffs of her sleeves with her fingers and rested her hands on her lap, her breasts pressed together. "I bought new underwear," she said conversationally.

Sam lifted up as far as she could, stretched her tongue out, and flicked the tip of the scarf. Flicking it a few more times, she snagged it with her teeth and tugged. It came loose and left Janet's upper chest bare. Her tanned cleavage bounced slightly as Janet jerked with the violent removal of the scarf. She smiled and said, "A fiesty one."

Sam shook her head, whipping the scarf back and forth like a dog with a toy, and flung the scarf across the room. Her bangs had half-covered her eyes and the black had overtaken the blue irises. The Mr. Hyde of desire had taken over Samantha Jekyll. She grit her teeth, panting. "Did you buy new panties?" she asked, her voice slightly hoarse.

"I did," Janet said. She rose and lifted her skirt. Sam eagerly drank in the sight; bare flesh. Bare knees, bent against the mattress, bare thighs glistening as they were exposed to the dim crimson light, and then... then... then...

Wet. Pink. Brown. Curls that seemed to bow forward to the puffy lips between the two athletic legs. She licked her lips as Janet said, "Oh... but I didn't put them on..."

Sam was amazed at how Janet's Southern accent mysteriously reappeared when she was teasing or flirting...

"I want you," Sam growled.

Janet's eyes widened. "Well, it's a good thing. I don't do this for all my patients."

Sam pulled once, twice, three times and felt the tie come loose. She sat up and grabbed Janet's shoulders. She looped the tie around Janet's neck and pulled her forward into an all-consuming kiss. Tongue lashes, teeth nipped, moans were exchanged. Sam spread her legs as Janet's fingers found her, probing and searching and finding wetness. "I love you," Sam said against Janet's lips.

"Take my dress off," Janet breathed.

They fought, tumbling around the bedclothes, making a mess of themselves as they kissed and rearranged everything around them. The flute fell to the floor, landing thankfully on a book and rolling to safety. Janet squirmed from her skirt and Sam's lips were on her thighs before the material had passed her knees. They giggled and Janet turned, laying longways across the bed and pulling Sam's lower half to her face. She licked, lapped, drank as Sam moaned, playing with Janet's trimmed hairs.

They flipped, Janet on top, tongue inside Sam, Sam thrashing the sheets as she fought for superiority. She grabbed a sheet and untucked it from the mattress, wrapping it around Janet's hips and tugging like it was a tether. Janet fell to one side and Sam reclaimed dominance. She perched over Janet and squeezed the brunette's breast. She loved the feel of Janet's nipple against her palm. She panted in the air over Janet's face, the brunette sweeping misplaced hair from her eyelashes and licking her lips. "I want a mold," Sam said. "A mold of your breast, excited like this... with the nipple so hard. I want it on my desk at work... I want to be able to reach out all day, cup you, feel you, feel this against my palm."

"I'd be so wet thinking about that," Janet breathed. "Knowing you had that."

"Would you touch yourself in the office?"

"Yes."

"You'd come in your uniform?"

"Mmm, yes."

Sam sighed and tweaked the nipple. Janet drew her leg up, the knee against the untouched breast. Sam looked at it with an impressed eye, knowing how limber Janet was. She continued to squeeze, thinking nothing of it when Janet unfolded her knee and stretched her leg out. Her foot was straight up in the air, her knee bent, the bottom of her leg resting against Sam's shoulder. Sam turned her head and kissed the soft flesh on the inside of Janet's knee, wondering how tight the petite woman was stretched. The thought thrilled her.

Janet moved the taut leg in front of Sam's face and rested it on the opposite shoulder. Her leg crossed Sam's torso diagonally. At the last second, Sam realized what was happening. It was too late to stop it. Janet pressed up and to the left. Sam was unceremoniously tossed to one side and Janet scrambled, climbing over the blonde. They tussled, kissing, laughing, threatening, but Janet ended up with her thighs tight around Sam's torso, her hands holding the taller woman's wrists in the surrender position.

"You lose," Janet informed her.

"I like losing," Sam said. "It makes me wet."

"You're so naughty," Janet sighed. "You need a spanking."

"Mm, take me over your knee, Momma."

Janet grinned. "Maybe next time, baby."

"No, next time, I'm blindfolding you," Sam promised.

They kissed and Janet's feet slid down, flattening her over Sam's body. Their kiss turned from needy to passionate, from demanding to melting. They sank against each other, lost in the moment. Janet's eyelids fluttered as she explored Sam's mouth. They brushed fingertips over each other, realizing they had become hopelessly entangled in the sheets. The game all-but abandoned, Sam broke the kiss and looked for a way to straighten the bedclothes out. Janet kissed her earlobe and Sam tugged experimentally at a handful of the sheet.

"Ooh," Janet gasped, raising her head. She giggled and said, "That, uh... went right between my legs."

Sam's eyebrows rose. "Really?" She tugged again.

"AH! Haaah, that..."

Tug.

"Ooh."

Tug, tug, tug.

"I'll... I'll give you an hour to stop that..."

Sam smiled evilly and began a steady rhythm. Tug her arm back, watch Janet rise. Janet found a loop of the sheet that crossed Sam's shoulders and tugged on it, bringing the taller woman closer. Their breath mingled, their lips brushing occasionally. Janet began to rock her hips against the sheet, biting her bottom lip. She spread her legs, hooking her ankles in the notches of Sam's hips. As the petite woman thrust and bucked on top of her, Sam worked her free hand between their bodies and touched herself.

"I'm touching myself," Sam whispered against Janet's ear.

"I'm gonna cu-huu..." Janet groaned, growling slightly, her voice rough as her body bucked a little more wildly against Sam's. "Yes, baby, yes," Janet chanted. "Yes, baby..."

Sam kissed Janet wherever she could and she felt Janet's tongue lapping at her own flesh. When both had reached their climax, they kissed each other's lips and carefully unwound the sheets from their sensitive body parts. Janet laid down and let Sam cover her with the sheet and blanket. They embraced, two sweaty bodies kissing lovingly under the blankets. Janet turned her head and kissed the inside of Sam's elbow. "You know... it's only half-past-six."

"Shh," Sam admonished. "Rest. You started this."

Janet giggled and cuddled against Sam's warmth. She grasped her left wrist in her right hand, resting them in the small of Sam's back as she felt the ties from earlier wrapped invisibly around her entire body. Holding her to Sam. Holding Sam to her. Holding them together.