Summary: Playtime offworld.
It was a dreary day on P2X-121, at the SGC's newest offworld base. It was cold and overcast. A team of young airmen worked diligently to set up the base and get it running by the end of the day. Their current project was the medical tent, a well-stocked and functional infirmary for emergencies.
Carter and Fraiser stood there, arms folded, watching the action. SG-1 had been the first team to survey this site, so Sam was there as their representative. Janet was the medical supervisor for the day. The boss was Colonel Smith, a very loud and obnoxious commander. He rode the airmen hard. He made Sam and Janet miss Colonel O'Neill something fierce. Jack was stuck at the SGC with paperwork to do, which meant he was probably hanging around Daniel's office playing with his artifacts.
The airmen had nearly finished setting up the infirmary's water supply. All they had to do was hook up the huge water hose to the infirmary's interior plumbing. It took two guys to lift the hose and position it correctly, a task made harder by Colonel Smith yelling at them the whole time.
Sam and Janet glanced at each other, wondering what Hammond had been thinking when he hired Smith at the SGC. There was nothing they could do, though. They didn't particularly want to get yelled at either.
Once the water hose was in place Smith ordered the men to turn on the water supply and get done with it. The young men winced; usually they would test the system first before turning it on full bore. But neither was about to question the order, so they turned the crank, hoping the connection would hold.
"Uh oh..." Sam said, sensing there was something wrong.
A second later the hose exploded away from the tent and flipped to the side like a snake, blasting her and Janet with cold water. They shrieked in unison and jumped back. One of the airmen pounced on the crank and shut off the water, but not before it had thoroughly saturated his superior officers. They stood there, dripping.
The Colonel bellowed a chain of expletives that was really very impressive, but Sam and Janet were in no mood to appreciate it. They were soaked to the skin and it was barely above freezing.
"GO GET CHANGED," Colonel Smith hollered at them.
"Yes sir," Sam replied automatically. Janet just followed her.
They headed dutifully for the tent where the extra supplies were kept. They found their packs there. Once inside the tent Sam zipped up the entrance. The supply tent was made of a thin canvas, but it was good enough to keep the wind off them while they changed.
They could still hear Colonel Smith barking orders outside.
"Well. He certainly has a bit of an attitude problem," Janet said.
"He's a dick," Sam said flatly. "And not in a good way."
"A reasonable assessment," Janet said.
She sat on a pile of canvas tarps in the corner of the tent and rifled through her pack for some dry clothes. She kicked off her boots and shed her jacket, then peeled her t-shirt off her skin and began to wriggle out of it. She pulled it over her head and tossed it to the side.
Before Janet could pick up her dry shirt there was a pair of arms around her waist. She stopped. She cleared her throat. "Sam," she said.
"Hmm?" Sam breathed against her ear.
Janet lowered her voice. "I thought we weren't going to do this anymore."
"I changed my mind," Sam said, squeezing Janet from behind.
"I see," Janet said. She wasn't going to play along. It wasn't supposed to be this way. She sat motionless. She gave no indication that it felt good, really good, to be in her arms.
The breakup had been amicable, pleasant even. Both had decided that their careers left no room for a secret romance and they cut it off. That had been months ago. Plenty of time had passed, but it seemed like just yesterday because it was still on their minds all the time. Both knew. They just didn't talk about it.
Sam's hand crept along the waistband of Janet's pants and she held her tightly. "I miss you," she said.
Janet swallowed hard. "But we decided..."
"I don't care," Sam mumbled softly. "What am I supposed to do, just sit here and watch you undress?"
"No one said you had to watch," Janet snapped.
It was becoming hard to argue. Sam kissed her on the throat, just beneath her ear, where she knew she liked it. Janet leaned back against her. Sam's hands crept up her sides and along the edge of her sports bra. Her hands were warm. She kept kissing her. It was just like it used to be. She was having trouble remembering why they separated. They had been so good together.
Janet turned in her arms and looked her firmly in the eye. Her resolve didn't last, though. Sam put on her best grin.
"Oh don't you do that," Janet said, turning away from the big smile. "You know I can't resist that."
Sam pulled her back and embraced her. "Do you want to resist?" she whispered in her ear.
"Sam..." Janet put her hands on Sam's shoulders, getting ready to push her away.
"If you're going to say no, you'd better say it now."
Janet was silent. She backed up just far enough to look in her eyes again. Those big eyes. That was it. Without hesitation she leaned in and kissed her on the lips. She kissed her hard in the dimness under the sloping roof of the tent. She dug one hand into Sam's hair and slid the other around the back of her neck and held her there. Sam's arms wrapped easily around her.
The kiss finally ended, both of them breathing hard. "Great. Now what?" Janet whispered.
"More," Sam replied. "I want you."
Janet didn't know what to say to that. Now? She couldn't. She still clung to Sam by the seams on her jacket. She just scanned her face.
Sam put her mouth against her ear again. "I want to suck you off. Right here."
Oh Jesus. Janet was a little flustered by then. Kissing Sam, feeling her wet skin, it was all too much and she was trembling. Suddenly she was ready for anything. She just needed her.
"I'm yours, you know I am," she sighed. "You don't need to prove anything."
Sam just shook her head. "Lie down," she said.
Janet closed her eyes for just a moment. Sam moved back and helped her down onto the heap of canvas, then fell lightly on top of her. She kissed her mouth again, touching her face gently as though trying to remember it. The feeling of Sam's body covering her own was intense and Janet held her there, kissing her deeply. Wet camo began to chafe her and she ignored it, burying her hands in the damp blonde hair. She needed to feel its softness with all the tough canvas and camouflage around her.
Sam was pulling at Janet's belt buckle, undoing it with one hand. Janet took a breath and looked down at what she was doing. She looked up at Sam's face again. She met her eyes. "This is fun," Sam said happily.
Janet just laughed and settled back into the canvas. Actually, it was quite fun. She hadn't had this kind of fun in a long time, not since Sam had shared her bed.
It occurred to her at that point that someone could saunter into the tent at any time and catch them in the act. Sam had zipped up the door pretty well, and everyone knew there were ladies changing in the tent, so she didn't worry. The thought was actually a bit stimulating. "Shhh," she hushed Sam, just in case.
"You shhh," Sam whispered. "I'm going to make you scream."
Janet's eyes widened and she gave Sam a glare. It was all for show, though. She was terribly aroused by then and wished Sam would get going. She was tugging her wet pants down her legs, yanking against the friction. Two more yanks and they were off. It was cold in the tent and there was definitely a draft. Sam's hot hands felt good sliding up her legs.
Sam rose up again and gazed at her for a moment. Her body worked its way in between her thighs and she pushed up just a little. Her pants were cold on her sensitive skin. Rough and wet. She shivered and pulled Sam down for more kisses. God, she had just missed her so much.
"Okay," Sam said, backing up. She licked her lips. She grabbed Janet's panties and pulled them down and off in one fluid motion. Janet shivered more, closed her eyes tightly. She was burning now, feeling exposed and desperate.
Sam's hot breaths warmed her right thigh, moved up, farther and farther. Then she was on her, mouth firm and tight against her. She wanted to moan, to let Sam know she had hit the target, but she clamped her jaw shut and held her breath. Sam was working her over. She meant to do this quick and dirty and get results fast. Sam groaned softly, enjoying it as much as she was. Janet covered her face with her hands and held her breath again. Don't make a sound. No, no. There were people outside, just on the other side of the tent's canvas walls. Inches away.
All the breath-holding was making her dizzy. She shifted in her bed of tarps and Sam's fingers dug into her aching hips. She groaned again.
"Shhh, god," Janet sputtered. They were acting like fools. They had their careers to protect. They could get into so much trouble. Even then she could hear Colonel Smith just outside the tent, yelling his head off. She felt a bit passive-aggressive and almost moaned out loud, just to prick his ears.
Sam laughed, a hitching giggle that vibrated her flesh just right. She grabbed a handful of tarp in each hand and squeezed, willing herself to keep still as the waves of pleasure ran through her. Sam was fierce. Janet gritted her teeth.
Before she even knew what was happening she was coming, writhing in place like she couldn't help it. She choked off a sudden cry, closing her throat painfully. She let the feelings wash over her. She gripped the tarp in her hands. Sam finished her off with a flourish.
She took a deep breath and opened her eyes. She felt lost but she knew exactly where she was. The first thing she did was grab her underwear and some dry pants and struggle into them. Sam was just sitting there with a ridiculous smile on her face, looking very proud of herself. Janet looked at her and shook her head. "Thanks, Sam," she said.
"Hah," Sam answered.
"Hah, nothing." Janet moved on her knees to where Sam sat, shoving herself into her personal space. She grabbed her and kissed her, still highly excited. She worked efficiently on Sam's button fly. It was loose in moments and she spread it open.
Sam's eyes were wide and dilated. Janet avoided them, unable to focus on her task with that gaze on her face. She slid around and pressed herself up against Sam's back. There she rested her chin on her shoulder and closed her eyes, breathing in the scent of her hair. Much better. She helped herself, navigating by touch. She ran her hands around Sam's hips and let one slide casually down the open front of her pants. Sam arched her back, pushing against her. Her mouth went dry as she imagined her excitement.
"You're soaked," Janet breathed in her ear.
"I sure am," Sam mumbled. She laid her head back on Janet's shoulder and let her kiss her temple and cheek. She gasped as Janet played with her.
Janet remembered everything about her. She knew just where to go. She could be quick and dirty too. She pressed her fingers into hot flesh. Sam groaned, this time loud enough that it could surely be heard outside. Janet squeezed her eyes closed but kept up the friction. "Shut up, Sam," she breathed in her sexiest voice, the one that she knew made Sam melt.
She had to hand it to Sam, this spur-of-the-moment tryst was a pretty good idea. She had never sexed her up on another planet before. It was exotic. She wondered how SG-1 ever managed to keep their hands off each other when gallivanting on a distant world. She suspected they didn't. The thought only excited her more.
Sam was breathing hard, leaning back against her. Her body felt so soft against the palm of her hand. She stroked her harder. Sam laid her hand over hers. She clamped off on what would have been a fantastic moan. She just squeaked and rocked against her hand.
Oh, so good. They stayed there on their knees for a minute, just breathing. Janet brushed Sam's hair back and kissed her throat, just the way Sam had done. Sam turned in her arms and kissed her lips. "I have to change my clothes," she whispered.
"Yes, you do," Janet replied, pulling herself away from her body. They had fit together just right, just like they used to. She wondered what would become of their relationship now.
Janet found a new shirt and jacket and got herself back in order. Then she watched Sam change, staring obviously at her the whole time. Sam just gave her that goddamned grin again. She almost fainted. "Are you done yet?" she demanded, slightly embarrassed.
"All done. Let's get back out there before they miss us."
They returned to their spot next to the medical tent, folded their arms, and watched the boys hook up the generator. The Colonel was still on the rampage, but for some reason they just didn't care. They were both lost in thought.
By the end of the day neither of them had figured out what to do. They trooped silently back to the Stargate, stepped back into the SGC, and got ready to go home. They stood together in the quiet of the locker room, not sure what to do with themselves.
Janet was the first to speak. "Would you come home with me? I mean, just to talk..."
"Yeah, we should do that."
"You could stay over... I mean... you know..."
"Yeah, I'll stay."
Sam cleared her throat. "Come on, Janet, we're smarter than this."
"Look, I know there's a lot at stake, and I know that's what you're worried about. Our careers and the program, Cassie... but I'm just going to come out and say it, I want to be with you, okay? You can deal with that however you want to."
Janet looked up at her. After today she knew she couldn't go without her. Their friendship was not enough. "We shouldn't have split up," she said.
Janet nodded again. Sam stepped up to her and put a hand to her cheek, brushing her hair back. Her proximity made Janet's heart flutter. It just felt good. It always had.
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