Window Shopping

Title: Window Shopping

Author: Geonn

Pairing: Sam and Janet, established relationship

Rating: NC-17

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

Summary: Sam used to hate being locked out....

Sam grumbled as she slammed the car door, running a hand through her shaggy blonde hair. The day had gone from bad to worse extremely quickly. First, there was the early morning mission briefing before they were sent out. No big deal, the general had assured them. Three hours later, they were allowed to leave the briefing room and go immediately to the Gate room. When Sam had awakened that morning, she had desperately needed the woman next to her. She had dressed, showered and left without waking the doctor, knowing that the brunette would force her to put off the meeting. She had a way of doing that.

Then the mission itself. P23-989 was, in essence, a mouse trap. They had arrived and were immediately ambushed by a horde of Jaffa. After being pinned away from the Stargate, Teal'c had managed to find an opening and push his way through. They followed, suffering minor scrapes and bruises before dialing home.

After the dreadfully long mission reports, the team had finally been released to showers. Unfortunately, Jack O'Neill called men first, which led to her stewing in the co-ed area of the lockers for a good half-hour before washing the pain from her weary bones. Her clothes felt sticky against her still-wet body and her blonde hair was damp. She had wanted out of the mountain so badly she could taste it. She wanted to crawl into bed, wake Janet with a kiss, and then let the evening progress from there.

She stepped onto the porch, keeping quiet because she knew Cassie was sleeping upstairs. She slipped her hand into her pocket, feeling for her keys. 'Odd,' she thought. 'I always put my keys in my left pocket.' She thought back. "Oh, crap," she groaned. The keys were in her fatigue pants. She remembered putting them in the pocket as she dressed because the safety of their lockers had recently been called into question. 'Perfect.'

She tried the knob, discovering it was indeed locked, and stepped off the porch. The only other way in was through the back door. If that was locked, she was screwed.

Trying not to stew about the bad luck, she slipped around the side of the house near the garage and eased through the opened gate. As she passed the large picture window that looked in on the living room, she caught a low, flickering light. Sam closed her eyes, crossing her fingers. 'I swear, if Cassie's up watching 'The Chris Isaak Show,' I'll let her by with a warning. PLEASE just let her be awake.'

Backing up, she peeked through the window. The flickering light was coming from a set of candles set up on the coffee table. Through the glass, she could hear soft music playing from the stereo she knew was set up on the table in the back of the living room.

Sam's heartrate doubled. 'Romantic setting... Janet's not expecting me. She wouldn't... she wouldn't cheat on me, would she?' Her fingers tensed on the windowsill.

The living room was deathly silent, save for the soft music. Suddenly, Janet Fraiser's petite form stepped into view. She was standing sideways, her profile lit by the candles. She was wearing a thin black dress that ended just above her knees, the collar dipping low to reveal a fair amount of cleavage. She was wearing velvet gloves that reached past her elbows and pearl earrings. Sam let her gaze slide down the doctor's beautiful form, down the stocking-clad legs, to the stilleto-heeled shoes she wore.

As Sam watched, Janet began to speak to the air in front of her. "I want to do something for you, love. I want you to watch me dance." Sam realized that she was speaking to an empty wingbacked chair in the corner of the living room. Draped across the seat was a red dress that Sam had worn only once. Sam gasped, her breath fogging the window. Janet was practicing! She was planning something!

She didn't want to ruin her love's surprise, but she couldn't tear her eyes away. Slowly, Janet began to sway her hips along with the music, her gloved hands sliding over her stomach. She turned her back to the chair, bending her knees slightly and arching her back so that her ass was aimed directly at the chair. She dropped to the floor, rocking slightly on the balls of her feet before standing and turning again.

Janet raised one hand to her mouth, taking one finger of the glove between her teeth and pulling. She repeated the motion five times, then slid the entire glove off and tossed it at the chair. She spun, toppling slightly on the heels. When she corrected herself, she stooped and pulled the heels off, tossing them onto the couch. That obstacle done away with, she gathered her bearings and started again.

As the music continued, Janet moved closer to the chair, letting her hands slide from her stomach to cup her breasts. She put one leg up on the arm of the chair and pulled her remaining glove off, dropping it onto the seat of the chair.

Sam smiled as she realized that, if she were sitting in the chair, she would have an excellent view of the damness between the doctor's shapely legs. Sam stepped away from the window, looking around for anyone that might be watching *her*. Seeing no one, she took a chance and undid the buckle of her pants.

Janet was slowly rolling her hips, slightly pulling her dress up. From behind, Sam could see the lower curve of Janet's ass. Dropping her leg back to the floor, Janet spun around several times. She stopped a few feet away from the chair, her back to the seat. She reached behind her, pulling down the zipper. The front of the dress sagged slightly, bagging around her breasts.

Sam's hands furiously dug between her own legs, wishing she were free of the damned regulation panties as she watched her lover gyrate.

Moving with infuriating slowness, she raised her hand to one strap and slid it down her arm. Holding it against her chest, she reached across and slid the other strap down. She turned to face the chair once more, holding the black material against her bosom as she put one foot forward and began to roll her hips seductively. Through the glass, she heard Janet sigh, "Do you want to see me, Samantha? Do you want to see all of me?"

Sam licked her lips. She loved it when Janet said her name like that... "Yes, Janet," she whispered. "Show me."

Janet turned her back, releasing the dress and letting it slide down her body. The material caressed her aroused flesh as it trailed down. Janet was left standing in a black thong, her legs spread slightly. Placing a hand over each nipple, she turned back to the chair. She strutted across the floor and draped one leg over each arm of the chair.

Sam saw Janet's arms as they readjusted, moving down to caress the sensitive flesh between her legs. Janet was moaning loudly, audible through the glass. Quickly pulling her own pants back up, Sam hurried to the back door and turned the knob. Blissfully, wonderfully, incredibly, miraculously unlocked. Sam slipped into the kitchen, silently moving to the doorway of the living room. Janet was moaning, her hands buried inside her panties. She was still draped uncomfortably over the arms of the chair. As the blonde watched, she slipped out of the t-shirt and jeans she wore, tossing the bra and panties aside. She breathed deeply, hoping she didn't ruin Janet's surprise by doing this, but she couldn't help herself. She stepped into the living room, just a hair's breadth away from Janet's sweat-covered back.

Taking a deep breath, she raised her hands and held them barely an inch away from the doctor's flesh. She could feel the heat radiating from her body. Slowly, she lowered her hands to the shoulders and breathed, "Janet..."

The doctor gasped as Sam's lips pressed against the skin behind her ear, flicking against the heated skin. Janet slightly turned her head and said, "Sam? I wanted... it to be perfect..."

"I saw everything," Sam whispered. "It was perfect."

Her hands slid down the doctor's arms and cupped her full breasts, toying with the painfully erect nipples. Releasing one breast, she cradled Janet's head in her hand and turned it so that they were facing each other.

"You were perfect, my love." She kissed her passionately, releasing all of the pent-up frustration of the day and all of her sexual frustration from watching through the window into the kiss, her tongue attacking Janet's as the smaller woman fell against her, their bare flesh rubbing gently together. Sam broke the kiss reluctantly, staring into Janet's half-closed eyes. "We should go upstairs."

Janet turned, dropping into the seat. "Cassie isn't home. Take me."

Sam slipped between Janet's spread legs, kissing the doctor once more. Janet gasped against's Sam's eager lips, sliding her hands around the blonde's form and gripping her heaving shoulders. Breaking the kiss, Janet pushed her lover lower, feeling Sam's lips close gently around each nipple, flicking each one lovingly with her tongue before moving on to her stomach. Janet leaned back in the chair, raising her leg to rest it on the cushioned arm and allow Sam more room to work. Sam's tongue flicked into Janet's navel, causing the brunette to gasp gently. "Saaammm."

Sam was on her knees now, her head positioned just above the glistening slit. Janet hooked her other leg over Sam's shoulder, which caused the blonde to lean in close to ensure Sam wouldn't back teasingly away. Sam smiled, running the tips of her fingers over Janet's wet lips, gathering the juice there and bringing it to her mouth. Slowly, she traced her lips with the moist fingers, dipping them across her tongue to erase any excess juice. Janet smiled, her eyes closing momentarily at the sight.

The major finally gave in and lowered her head, extending her tongue to languidly run her tongue from the bottom of Janet's labia to the top, pausing to encircle the begging clitoris. Janet arched her back, her hands cupping her breasts and kneading them wantonly. "Sam...."

Janet's leg tensed around Sam's shoulder, pulling her even closer. Sam finally gave in, offering a smile she knew the doctor couldn't see as she slid her tongue between the dripping lips. She generously rolled her tongue inside of her lover, gently adding a finger and thrusting with a slight pressure. She felt her nose brushing against Janet's engorged clit as she continued to tongue the smaller woman, knowing the pleasure this caused her. She added a second finger below her tongue and thrust with all three, causing Janet to writhe on the chair, her ass completely raised off of the cushion.

Sam slid her hands under Janet, pulling the doctor up so that only her back was touching the chair now.

Janet moaned, her eyes screwed tightly shut. "Saaam... I'm cumming, Sam... please..."

Sam opened her mouth wide, pressing her mouth against Janet's lips and gazing up at the doctor's gorgeous face. Janet looked down and locked eyes with Sam as she began to spasm, her juices filling Sam's waiting mouth. Sam never lost eye contact as she swallowed the sweet nectar, allowing some to drip from the corners of her mouth and trail down her chin.

When the orgasm finally subsided, she slid up Janet's body and planted a wet kiss on the doctor's lips. Janet could taste herself on her lover, moaning around her invading tongue. Sam broke the kiss, sliding off to the side and cuddling against Janet's nude body.

Her chest heaving, Janet moaned, "That was... perfect."

Sam smiled. "I loved your dance... I couldn't help myself." She planted a kiss on the curve of Janet's jaw, her tongue flicking out to taste the salty skin. "Why didn't you ever dance for me?"

"Too embarrassed," Janet whispered. "I would always practice when your missions and Cassie's sleepovers coincided. I never felt it was good enough to perform."

Caressing Janet's cheek, Sam said, "You're always perfect, Janet. The dance was the most spectacular, erotic thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you for it, Janet."

They kissed again, not as a prelude to passion, but as a reassurance of their love. Finally, Sam whispered, "When can you dance again?"

Janet glanced at the CD player and smiled. "I have an eighty-minute dance CD..."

Sam grinned, her blue eyes sparkling in the candlelight. "Eighty minutes? Bring them on."

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